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Too tired for words

Which would suggest that I shouldn’t be writing, but maybe I’m just too tired for logic.  Went with a friend to get her passport stuff done – two friends down, one to go – mostly because her baby is three months old and that is too much for one woman to handle.  Standing in line for five hours?  Dealing with bitchy security guards?  Occasionally cranky but damn adorable baby?  Really, you need to split all that up.  And it was fun – essentially we sat/stood and chatted for five hours.  Its rare – thanks to the baby and this horrible thing called Real Life – that we get to just gab for this long.  Still the babe is cute – his eyes can focus now, which wasn’t the case the last time I saw him, and while his neck is still floppy there is some purpose to his movements.  Like, you guessed it, grabbing at me breasts.  And so it begins…

But I’m tired – she wanted to go early in the day and I didn’t crash till after 5am – and have to work and am stiff from going to the gym yesterday.  And while I can feel this huge wail of unfairness welling up inside of me I also know that a good meal and everything will be good again… But really, being tired is seriously impacting my ability to type, it’s shameful the errors I’m making.
2.5.07 01:44


Wedding woes

Actually, there weren’t any actual woes, but I like the alliteration. Molly’s wedding was delightful – she made the snow end so she could have an outdoor wedding (in Fort Saskatchewan for some strange reason) and I managed to get a slight sunburn as it was the first time I’d actually been out in the sun in over a week. She looked beautiful and radiant, her hubby made cute jokes like cupping his hand to his ear and making her repeat the “I do” bit and their ring bearing dog was beautifully behaved. The service was quick and utilitarian and the people there were a strange mix of cowboys and tuxedo-clad metrosexuals. Between the service and the reception we picked up S’s laptop and played with the bananafish plus stopping but the diner for a bite to eat where we were teased for being so dressed up. The reception was award – S didn’t wanna drink cause it was out of town, so I didn’t have a dance partner and wound up talking shop with a guy I used to work with, and his wife who I used to go to school with. It was fun, but I’d rather be able to dance and hang out. I’ll try to get the pictures up soon, but I’m behind on my thesis (I know, you’re shocked) and wanna focus on that for a bit.

It was a good end to a very social week – I may be extra reclusive this week to make up for it – although I already have plans for Wednesday and Thursday, so who am I kidding?

8.5.07 07:31


Fall-out

What happens when your friend gets married – after two other people of contact marry in the same month – is that EVERYONE starts asking when you and yours are going to pony up. I’ve tried explaining my reasons – which were greeted at one point with a look of disgust and “Suck it up Bryce” and I’ve tried laughing contemptuously or responding in the cursive, but still, the question comes. As I was telling Jim about the suck it up comment, S said that should be part of our vows, and that if it could be part of our vows he would plan the whole wedding. And I said that would be fine. As she-who-lurks can testify, the planning of a wedding with that man involved is slightly beyond stressful and the idea of him taking care of ALL THE DETAILS is very appealing. I listed the people who would be offended if they weren’t invited and those who I will boycott the wedding if they are – all of whom he agreed with. Apparently S is now going to plan a wedding and then pop the proverbial.

Personally, I think this is just a scam to put off writing his thesis. But then, I have no idea when it will happen – considering we’ve been talking about it off and on since I started my MA – so I don’t recommend booking any tickets to Vegas or going on a crash diet.

9.5.07 18:49


This seriously bites

I’ve had a sore throat for a few days now and today it blossomed into full-on illness. Runny nose? Check. Sore throat? Check. trouble breathing? Check. Sinus filled with cement? Check. Inability to concentrate? Check. What’s really driving me nuts is that I’m TIRED but can’t seem to sleep. I’m so almost there yet still awake.


There were a few things I wanted to get done this weekend – fait accomplit, housecleaning, extra work shifts and read Our Vampires, Ourselves – but I’m doubting much of that will happen at this point. Well, the work bits will but I can’t see more than that at this point.


On the plus side, I had lunch with Cath and played with her baby for a few hours, have seen the bananafish a few times this week, and S got grocs today so I could stare listlessly at the computer for a bit…


Hope your weekend entails a better use of tissues that mine will

12.5.07 10:28


girlie-girls aren’t good teachers

so P and I just went to a local consignment store that does high end and vintage stuff, tried on a couple of things, were agape over how freaking huge my tits are and she and the woman at the store chatted about clothes. P was trying on the really bright, flouncy dresses that make you want to throw a party just so she can wear the dresses around you. They started debating the price discrepancy between two dresses based on the designer and “oh, you can really see the difference” and I thought I might seize the learning opportunity and said I couldn’t, what was it? And they couldn’t really tell me. There was the exchange of knowing looks, and more mentions of names. They did finally get around to mentioning the material, although to me the cheaper one felt nicer, and the cleaning. At any rate, with P’s new schedule we’re going to try to do a regular Tuesday girl date. Next week we’re doing bras, because as I lose weight, it leaves everywhere except for the one area I could stand to have a little smaller. It’s good really, because I tend to put off things like this, getting new clothes and getting my hair done. I just don’t see the point most of the time, until suddenly I look in the mirror and am in tears over how messy I am.
15.5.07 23:02


Woot what a night

I like going out with S and his work buddies except for one thing… they live a million miles away and often I get bored part way thru the night because they’re all drinking and smoking and watching TV. We may play poker but R hedges his bets until the rest of us get exasperated and start playing like wild fools to end the damn thing. It’s a good strategy in that he always wins the pot, but this discourages us from playing. But he changed it up last night and it was so much more fun. They were crazy drunk, everyone was laughing and being silly, J brought out a book form the 70s on sexual positions, which was a giggle and a half, and eventually I walked away 100 dollars richer.

But the best part of the night had nothing to do with money. J’s wife is deaf and over the years I’ve become a little more aware of the fact that it isn’t going to get better. this sounds dumb, I know. On some level I figured that like my friends who have English as a second language, she would eventually start to pick up our jokes and when we’re being jackasses. And it occurred to me one day that this was never going to happen. I started looking into ASL – only vaguely because I needed to finish my French course and get that all out of the way. So when we were talking about it last night I said my biggest concern with the course is that I wouldn’t know how to swear and I don’t think I can be expected to have conversations where I can’t speak in the cursive. She looked shocked, because of course there are signed curses, quite a few of them as a matter of fact and she proceeded to teach us the core of the ones I need. It was so much fun. She’s a really good teacher and I still remember them this morning. Ironically, the one I use the most is the most difficult for me to sign.

17.5.07 20:54


trippy

considering the long, vibrant and totally whacked out dreams I've been having lately, this horoscope from Free Will Astrology comes as a strange agreement.

Reality is not all it's cracked up to be. Just because millions of people suffer from the same hallucinations doesn't mean those hallucinations are objectively true. I share Salvador Dali's perspective: "One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams." For these reasons and many more, I don't automatically dismiss people who live in their own fantasy worlds. Their dreamy concoctions may be no more deluded than those of normal people, and might be far more fun and amusing. Everything I just said is a preface for the main point of this horoscope, Cancerian, which is to give you temporary license to escape into the most beautiful mirage you can conjure up. Love your fantastic visions. Let your imagination run far, far away with you.
18.5.07 21:27


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