Spontaneously Combusting Right...NOW
Um, I feel like I want to change the look of my blog...right NOW, so if I lose anything I will just simply deem this an "exciting leap of faith and just as exciting learning experience." Ah! Here we go...
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Yesterday was a Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day
(10 points to anyone else who knows where that title is from...and no, I'm not writing about my bitch of a cousin...yet)
As many of you know, yesterday was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining, the snow (what's left of it) was melting, and it was seasonally warm out too. My day started out great. I woke up for the second time that day, ON TIME for my quiz in my first class, with enough time to put on my new *bling* (thanks, mom), and of course, the weather was a welcome bonus. I put on my headphones and my boots and headed out the door to the bus stop.
On my way there, I notice one bus drive by. Usually this would distress me since the buses there take FOREVER to come, but since this was still a great day another one was fast on the first's heels and I was whisked away to school, still on time for my class, not to mention the fact that as I was crossing the street to the stop, a guy managed to stick his head out the window of his car and cat-call at me as he whizzed by--I still got it.
When I reached the campus, I got off the bus and headed towards the building my first class was in. I enjoyed the sunshine up until I got up to the front walkway of the building. Now, there's been some construction going on at my school for sometime, so I knew as well as any other student that there at the front step was this patch of perpetual mud flowing from the construction site. However, not a much problem, I only had to take a few steps detour to avoid it, just as myself or any other student has done on any other day. So, I'm taking these few steps, along with some random girl beside me, and we both hop up onto the known safe spot on the curb away from the mud.
Or so we thought.
Turns out the usual safe spot became an addition to the mud flow and was an ankle deep puddle of mud on this otherwise beautiful day. Ugh. I felt a little worse for the girl next to me as she was wearing runners and I was wearing my boots. However, that didn't stop me from being grossed out that I had brown goo on my boots, enough to meet the bottom hem of my jeans, not counting the spatter that went halfway up to my knees. Blech. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to stop to attempt to clean off my boots if I still wanted to be on time for my quiz, so off I went towards my class, leaving a muddy trail of footprints all the way.
The prof was just handing out the quizzes as I slid into my seat next to my friend, RJ. In response to his puzzled look as to why I seemed so flustered, I told him I was having a bad day.
"Why?"
"Because I stepped in mud and now my boots are filthy."
*glances down at my shoes* "They don't look that bad."
"RJ, these are black, leather boots."
*gasps* "Oh my God I thought they were brown suede."
Ick. Can you imagine? And RJ just had successful laser-eye surgery so he could see properly--and he saw brown suede.
Anyway, I did my best to chisel off the mud afterwards and at worst I looked like I was wearing Shmelly's steel-toe work boots rather than my own. After class Shmelly actually picked me up and we headed to his place, me complaining about my awful day the whole way. When we got to his house, his mom told us to eat the food on the counter which I was all for. I took of my boots and rolled up the muddy hems of my pants, thankful to be inside where nothing else could happen to my shoes.
I padded into the kitchen--with my pants rolled to show off my socks as though I was expecting a flood--and put together some comfort-food to soften the effects of my day. Having heaped my plate high, I walked over to the microwave...and into a puddle of water. ARGH!!!
Apparently the fridge was leaking and Shmelly's mom had neglected to mention any warning. I decided my socks couldn't get any wetter so I popped my food into the microwave and nuked it while I went to dry my feet. Having taken my socks off (now I REALLY looked ready for a flood) and dried my feet, I grumbled all the way back to the beeping microwave where I promptly stepped in the puddle again because in my angst I'd forgotten all about it. ARGH!!!
At least this time my socks didn't get wet. And at least I was still right when I'd speculated that nothing else could happen to my shoes. I finally managed to eat my food after I dried up that puddle myself. When it was time to head home, I looked as bad as I felt. I was going home wearing my boots undone and muddy without any socks and with my pants rolled up halfway to my knees. Sexy.
As consolation, I remind myself now that my day STARTED OFF great, and ENDED off so as when I got home I was met with a bunch of boos with whom I shared cookies, ice cream and tons of other sweetnesses. Over all, I guess it turned out to be a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Not So Bad Day.
(10 points to anyone else who knows where that title is from...and no, I'm not writing about my bitch of a cousin...yet)
As many of you know, yesterday was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining, the snow (what's left of it) was melting, and it was seasonally warm out too. My day started out great. I woke up for the second time that day, ON TIME for my quiz in my first class, with enough time to put on my new *bling* (thanks, mom), and of course, the weather was a welcome bonus. I put on my headphones and my boots and headed out the door to the bus stop.
On my way there, I notice one bus drive by. Usually this would distress me since the buses there take FOREVER to come, but since this was still a great day another one was fast on the first's heels and I was whisked away to school, still on time for my class, not to mention the fact that as I was crossing the street to the stop, a guy managed to stick his head out the window of his car and cat-call at me as he whizzed by--I still got it.
When I reached the campus, I got off the bus and headed towards the building my first class was in. I enjoyed the sunshine up until I got up to the front walkway of the building. Now, there's been some construction going on at my school for sometime, so I knew as well as any other student that there at the front step was this patch of perpetual mud flowing from the construction site. However, not a much problem, I only had to take a few steps detour to avoid it, just as myself or any other student has done on any other day. So, I'm taking these few steps, along with some random girl beside me, and we both hop up onto the known safe spot on the curb away from the mud.
Or so we thought.
Turns out the usual safe spot became an addition to the mud flow and was an ankle deep puddle of mud on this otherwise beautiful day. Ugh. I felt a little worse for the girl next to me as she was wearing runners and I was wearing my boots. However, that didn't stop me from being grossed out that I had brown goo on my boots, enough to meet the bottom hem of my jeans, not counting the spatter that went halfway up to my knees. Blech. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to stop to attempt to clean off my boots if I still wanted to be on time for my quiz, so off I went towards my class, leaving a muddy trail of footprints all the way.
The prof was just handing out the quizzes as I slid into my seat next to my friend, RJ. In response to his puzzled look as to why I seemed so flustered, I told him I was having a bad day.
"Why?"
"Because I stepped in mud and now my boots are filthy."
*glances down at my shoes* "They don't look that bad."
"RJ, these are black, leather boots."
*gasps* "Oh my God I thought they were brown suede."
Ick. Can you imagine? And RJ just had successful laser-eye surgery so he could see properly--and he saw brown suede.
Anyway, I did my best to chisel off the mud afterwards and at worst I looked like I was wearing Shmelly's steel-toe work boots rather than my own. After class Shmelly actually picked me up and we headed to his place, me complaining about my awful day the whole way. When we got to his house, his mom told us to eat the food on the counter which I was all for. I took of my boots and rolled up the muddy hems of my pants, thankful to be inside where nothing else could happen to my shoes.
I padded into the kitchen--with my pants rolled to show off my socks as though I was expecting a flood--and put together some comfort-food to soften the effects of my day. Having heaped my plate high, I walked over to the microwave...and into a puddle of water. ARGH!!!
Apparently the fridge was leaking and Shmelly's mom had neglected to mention any warning. I decided my socks couldn't get any wetter so I popped my food into the microwave and nuked it while I went to dry my feet. Having taken my socks off (now I REALLY looked ready for a flood) and dried my feet, I grumbled all the way back to the beeping microwave where I promptly stepped in the puddle again because in my angst I'd forgotten all about it. ARGH!!!
At least this time my socks didn't get wet. And at least I was still right when I'd speculated that nothing else could happen to my shoes. I finally managed to eat my food after I dried up that puddle myself. When it was time to head home, I looked as bad as I felt. I was going home wearing my boots undone and muddy without any socks and with my pants rolled up halfway to my knees. Sexy.
As consolation, I remind myself now that my day STARTED OFF great, and ENDED off so as when I got home I was met with a bunch of boos with whom I shared cookies, ice cream and tons of other sweetnesses. Over all, I guess it turned out to be a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Not So Bad Day.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Somebody's been eating MY yogurt!
I came down to the kitchen this morning with a specific craving for the granola in the cupboard sprinkled over the strawberry yogurt in the fridge. It was all fine and good until I opened the fridge door with the box of granola in my hand, only to find that someone had eaten ALL of the yogurt. Phooey. I hate it when that happens.
I'm basically content with living at home with the 'rents since I've got all that I need here and I can come and go as I please...pretty much the same as living away. The only down side to this all (in my head RIGHT now as it stands) is incidents such as these where I'm all gung-ho about what to eat for lunch, only to discover a moment later that my plans have been thwarted by some other cravingly hungry body living in the house. I mean, it's no big deal, but when you get excited over food like I do, it can be kind of disappointing.
If I had a fridge all to myself, it'd probably be stocked with all of the most basic things, mostly because it's the basics that are my favourite to eat. Sandwich stuff, salad stuff, smoothie stuff, pasta stuff. Oh, and baking stuff. But other than that, it's all I'd have in there.
Actually, specifically, I'm heading out now (well, after my shower) to go out to buy the following with which to stock my communal fridge:
- smoked salmon
- sour cream
- bananas
- strawberries
- blueberries
- yogurt
and whatever else may be on sale. However, knowing my luck, if I don't get to eating all of this immediately, it'll all be gone by the time I get back from class (yes, I DO have class today) later tonight. Ah well, I suppose it's the price I must pay for free room and board. Must go. Tummy rumbling. Will briefly mention my bitch of a distant cousin later...unless you're lucky enough that I forget.
I came down to the kitchen this morning with a specific craving for the granola in the cupboard sprinkled over the strawberry yogurt in the fridge. It was all fine and good until I opened the fridge door with the box of granola in my hand, only to find that someone had eaten ALL of the yogurt. Phooey. I hate it when that happens.
I'm basically content with living at home with the 'rents since I've got all that I need here and I can come and go as I please...pretty much the same as living away. The only down side to this all (in my head RIGHT now as it stands) is incidents such as these where I'm all gung-ho about what to eat for lunch, only to discover a moment later that my plans have been thwarted by some other cravingly hungry body living in the house. I mean, it's no big deal, but when you get excited over food like I do, it can be kind of disappointing.
If I had a fridge all to myself, it'd probably be stocked with all of the most basic things, mostly because it's the basics that are my favourite to eat. Sandwich stuff, salad stuff, smoothie stuff, pasta stuff. Oh, and baking stuff. But other than that, it's all I'd have in there.
Actually, specifically, I'm heading out now (well, after my shower) to go out to buy the following with which to stock my communal fridge:
- smoked salmon
- sour cream
- bananas
- strawberries
- blueberries
- yogurt
and whatever else may be on sale. However, knowing my luck, if I don't get to eating all of this immediately, it'll all be gone by the time I get back from class (yes, I DO have class today) later tonight. Ah well, I suppose it's the price I must pay for free room and board. Must go. Tummy rumbling. Will briefly mention my bitch of a distant cousin later...unless you're lucky enough that I forget.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Time Flies
So, after finishing the second half of Tess of the D'Urbervilles, the first half of The Pickup, and The Hound of the Baskervilles in its entirety (all in a single day), I decided that I had earned the right to take a peek at Angel & Demons. So I did. What started as a peek turned into a few chapter stretch, which turned into half-novel perusal, and finally culminated the whole novel's completion in WAY under 24 hours. *sigh* Good isht. Good isht.
Actually, I just did the quick estimated addition in my head and wouldn't you know it, I read about 1200 pages in just 2 days. Twelve-hundred pages. Too bad I couldn't do that during exam time. But it was all worth it. Next marathon read: Deception Point. Hopefully one day soon.
So, after finishing the second half of Tess of the D'Urbervilles, the first half of The Pickup, and The Hound of the Baskervilles in its entirety (all in a single day), I decided that I had earned the right to take a peek at Angel & Demons. So I did. What started as a peek turned into a few chapter stretch, which turned into half-novel perusal, and finally culminated the whole novel's completion in WAY under 24 hours. *sigh* Good isht. Good isht.
Actually, I just did the quick estimated addition in my head and wouldn't you know it, I read about 1200 pages in just 2 days. Twelve-hundred pages. Too bad I couldn't do that during exam time. But it was all worth it. Next marathon read: Deception Point. Hopefully one day soon.
Friday, March 18, 2005
It's still reading, right?
Take it away! I'm so in trouble. Señorita just brought over a copy of Dan Brown's Angels & Demons for me. Upon first inspection, it looks a lot shorter than my illustrated copy of The DaVinci Code and that only took me about 2 days to get through, and I DO have the weekend here...but it's too risky. I have a HOARDE of other things I have to get through first. I think the best bet would be to give the book to Shmelly so that he can hide it on me until I've got all my important reading out of the way. But then Shmelly won't get here for another few hours since he's got errands to run and people to see...maybe a few hours of personal reading won't hurt...
Take it away! I'm so in trouble. Señorita just brought over a copy of Dan Brown's Angels & Demons for me. Upon first inspection, it looks a lot shorter than my illustrated copy of The DaVinci Code and that only took me about 2 days to get through, and I DO have the weekend here...but it's too risky. I have a HOARDE of other things I have to get through first. I think the best bet would be to give the book to Shmelly so that he can hide it on me until I've got all my important reading out of the way. But then Shmelly won't get here for another few hours since he's got errands to run and people to see...maybe a few hours of personal reading won't hurt...
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Save your time; this one's boring
People with bad grammar should not be allow to have blogs. If I want to read about their lives in grade 3 writing level, I will translate it with that Gizoogle web page from a few posts back. What's worse is when this poor grammar makes it to the written page. *shudder* Shmelly got a belated birthday card written that way, with "contractions" such as "u" for "you," and "v.good" for "very good." I almost couldn't read it. But I did...just to be nosy. :)
Guess who went to WORK on Sunday? Yup, yours truly. I got so excited about the prospect of actually MAKING some money in tips that right after work I promptly went out and spent all that I made on useless stuff...like Shmelly. Just kidding. But I did go out and spend a bunch on stuff I actually didn't need. But hey, at least I finally went to WORK. And guess what? I'm going to do it all again next week too!
Alright, that's it. I didn't really have anything to say to begin with, but I had felt like typing in hopes that I'd stumble upon a great idea...but as you can see, I didn't. Sorry to have wasted your time if you made it this far...but you can't say I didn't warn you.
People with bad grammar should not be allow to have blogs. If I want to read about their lives in grade 3 writing level, I will translate it with that Gizoogle web page from a few posts back. What's worse is when this poor grammar makes it to the written page. *shudder* Shmelly got a belated birthday card written that way, with "contractions" such as "u" for "you," and "v.good" for "very good." I almost couldn't read it. But I did...just to be nosy. :)
Guess who went to WORK on Sunday? Yup, yours truly. I got so excited about the prospect of actually MAKING some money in tips that right after work I promptly went out and spent all that I made on useless stuff...like Shmelly. Just kidding. But I did go out and spend a bunch on stuff I actually didn't need. But hey, at least I finally went to WORK. And guess what? I'm going to do it all again next week too!
Alright, that's it. I didn't really have anything to say to begin with, but I had felt like typing in hopes that I'd stumble upon a great idea...but as you can see, I didn't. Sorry to have wasted your time if you made it this far...but you can't say I didn't warn you.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Quote of the Moment:
"I wish we could [go on like this for ever]. That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!"
--Tess Durbeyfield, from Thomas Hardy's Tess of the D'Urbervilles
Ah, the seasonal romance.
...
And, although I don't know the exact quote, I congratulate Jon Stewart of The Daily Show for pointing out that George W. Bush should not be interferring with international matters in Lebanon--especially not when Dub-yuh insists on calling it "LebaLebanon." Go Jon Stewart!
"I wish we could [go on like this for ever]. That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!"
--Tess Durbeyfield, from Thomas Hardy's Tess of the D'Urbervilles
Ah, the seasonal romance.
...
And, although I don't know the exact quote, I congratulate Jon Stewart of The Daily Show for pointing out that George W. Bush should not be interferring with international matters in Lebanon--especially not when Dub-yuh insists on calling it "LebaLebanon." Go Jon Stewart!
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