Meh

There are a lot of drafts building up in my post-list. I keep starting them but never getting the chance to finish them. Some of them are even on paper, but I just haven't gotten the time (or motivation) to get them down.

Just in case you were wondering.
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A couple of conclusions reached over the past few girl-to-girl conversations:

• Men are stupid. Women are crazy.


• Just because you do unto others, doesn't mean that they'll do unto you.


• Despite all the theories and proven evidence there is, sometimes you just have to try it to find out.


• Women's Intuition. (That's it. Women's Intuition, period.)

Huh, that was it. I thought there were more--but they were probably lost to those spells of no-time, or lacking-motivation.
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My contract job (did I even mention that?) of 2 months comes to an end tomorrow. I was snapped up for another position elsewhere about halfway through, so while I knew I wasn't going to renew, I let them tell me they didn't have the resources to keep me. And that's what they did, and the meeting with HR ended on great terms.

And then the next day arrived and the director himself tried to keep me. I was honestly flattered, and more than curious...but a commitment is a commitment and I had to decline. There was nothing surefire anyway...they just realized what an awesome asset I would be to their team if it grew in the optimistic way they wanted it to. I wished them the best of luck, and told them to keep my contact.
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I was reading a...story...of sorts today, and the line that wrenched at my heart?

But...the forgiveness came.

Ugh. It might as well have been "I got off the plane." Only, in the story I'm referring to, he gets on the plane--but it's a good thing.
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Tired. Should sleep--I spent 4 hours in the kitchen today. Cooking, cooking again, and then baking "it's my last day" cookies. And I had to make sure I baked enough so that when Crazy was done sneaking them away over the course of the evening, I still had some left to take to work. :/

Back to what you know

I worked with Excel for about 5 minutes today. Compared to who was around, I felt like a wizard.

AND, why is it that Mac Excel likes to hide the formula bar upon loading? I only took as long as I did to do up the report I was asked for because the shortcut keys just weren't the same and I actually had to resort to using my MOUSE. Weird.

But that being said, I can't wait to find an excuse to use it again...

Bikini shopping in half an hour. This should be fairly ridiculous. Conversation threads just may be posted later.

Wednesday Randoms

I actually had a sheet of scrawled randoms to post, but I can't seem to find it...

So it took me a whole week to recover fully from that weekend in Tremblant. Would I do it again? Absolutely. But I'd have to check my schedule first to make sure that I don't have any physical activities for the following week. Seriously. My hamstrings hated me. Usually my quads hate me. I don't know which I'd rather be receiving hatred from--it was pretty brutal.

I went with GB last week to a Psychic Fair. Being in Rome, I decided to have a reading done. It was cool enough, only the psychic lady gave me Crazybf's reading instead of mine. I just smiled and nodded as she told me about him. And then I told him about him, and he offered me the $35 back for the reading, since it had been his afterall instead of mine. It'll be cool to see what she has to say about me next time.

I made butter chicken last night and okra for the first time. Not bad. The recipe I followed must have been submitted by a Westerner though--there was NOT enough hot-pepper. :) I even got a compliment (on how it looked) when I took my lunch out of the microwave today at work. Next time, it'll be spectacular!

In less than a month I will be lazing on a beach in Mexico in great company, treated by Crazybf. What a trip. Literally.

Tremblant for the first time all over again

It hurts to type. It hurts to stand up, sit down, get up from sitting down--that one's the worst. My neck and shoulder were so tense I was nauseated from the pinch. My ass is bruised (though to look, you wouldn't know), my knee is bruised.

And yet I want to go again.

Truth is, I actually spent more time on my snowboard, riding it, than I did on my ass (or face) in the snow. I'm nowhere CLOSE to being any good at it yet, but I wasn't the worst newbie out there (I don't think). I would really LOVE to recap my weekend for you, but my arms and wrists and fingers just don't have the strength to get it all out.

You'll have to wait.

Where I was

I was at a friend's house--one of the volleyball girls' boyfriend's house. Most the team was there with a spattering of guys too. There was pizza, wings, pop, and a belated birthday cake. There was Smartfood too--damn you, yummy Smartfood...

The game started quite promptly at 3:15pm as scheduled, and we'd all secured ourselves seats around the room to watch. We cheered at 1-0, we whooped and were on our feet at 2-0. At 2-1 we booed but were still confident--at 2-2 we were deflated but still held on to hope.

After the third intermission, we were all riveted to the screen. Whenever our opponents had possession, the French Teacher was on the edge of her seat, cursing him ("fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou")--much to the strained amusement of all the rest of us. Strained, because we were all intensely focused on the game, but amused because we were all silently cursing the same blue streak.

7 minutes and 40 seconds later, it happened: Canada scored.

We were all on our feet, cheering and screaming--the French Teacher of course being the loudest. My boyfriend swept me into his arms for a celebratory, bone-crushing squeeze. Moments later he swept another girl into his arms to sandwich me between the two of them to the point of lacking oxygen. I didn't care. It felt good.

When we'd finally calmed down, the boyfriend and I made a mad dash out of the house and scooted downtown to catch a show in the theatre district. Thinking we were late, we parked the car as quickly and closely as possible, and sprinted down the street towards the theatre.

With the crazy celebrations that gripped the city in the wake of Canada's golden goal, throngs of people were swarming the streets to pledge their national pride. Having worn my Canada jacket that day in honour of the game, I found myself running through the crowd meeting high-fives being thrown my way at random. It was delightful.

That's where I was. Where were you?

iLove music

Shit.

Today was supposed to be a no-distractions sort of day at work where I ignored emails, texts, chats, and just hunkered down to plow through all the work I have to get done. But then I opened iTunes in this MAC environment workspace.

There. Is. So. Much. Music. I. Want. It. All.

Currently playing: Catherine Wheel - Sparks are Gonna Fly

Crazybf told me about them, and so I clicked. And so I will continue to click...crap.