Everything is fucked up, blaahh!
So I'm hosting thanksgiving this year. I decided that since I live in a house with two ovens, I could make dinner and give the moms a break.
The roommates couldn't get Sunday off. No big deal, we'll do it on Saturday.
My mom doesn't want to close her shop on Saturday because it's busy. Alright that leaves Sunday night. Fine. Oh and by the way my Dad has decided it's a good idea to stay with us. We need to buy an air mattress and somehow make Alan's office a guest bedroom. Oh and find a place for two large dog kennels. Manageable, not ideal but I think I can manage it.
Then my other parents (the roommate's actual parents) think their dogs are too anti social to travel. Fixed that problem, leave them with the other daughter. Dad has a phobia about sleeping in the same bed that the roommates have sex in. Fine, then we'll buy another air mattress. But then I forget, he's 65 years old and isn't about to rough it on an air mattress. That leaves our bed, but our dog's bed is in the same room, so we'll have to move it to the only place with room: the basement. He's still not sure about staying at someone else's house.
So here's the plan. Thanksgiving, Sunday night. I cook all day then everyone comes over then we eat around 7. My parents sleep upstairs in Alan's office, my roommate's parents sleep in my bed, and Alan and I sleep downstairs, probably on the floor. The dog will have to sleep in the downstairs kitchen and my parent's dogs will probably be in the upstairs kitchen.
And of course, everyone is going to call on Saturday night and bail. Fuck me for trying to make dinner.
So I'm hosting thanksgiving this year. I decided that since I live in a house with two ovens, I could make dinner and give the moms a break.
The roommates couldn't get Sunday off. No big deal, we'll do it on Saturday.
My mom doesn't want to close her shop on Saturday because it's busy. Alright that leaves Sunday night. Fine. Oh and by the way my Dad has decided it's a good idea to stay with us. We need to buy an air mattress and somehow make Alan's office a guest bedroom. Oh and find a place for two large dog kennels. Manageable, not ideal but I think I can manage it.
Then my other parents (the roommate's actual parents) think their dogs are too anti social to travel. Fixed that problem, leave them with the other daughter. Dad has a phobia about sleeping in the same bed that the roommates have sex in. Fine, then we'll buy another air mattress. But then I forget, he's 65 years old and isn't about to rough it on an air mattress. That leaves our bed, but our dog's bed is in the same room, so we'll have to move it to the only place with room: the basement. He's still not sure about staying at someone else's house.
So here's the plan. Thanksgiving, Sunday night. I cook all day then everyone comes over then we eat around 7. My parents sleep upstairs in Alan's office, my roommate's parents sleep in my bed, and Alan and I sleep downstairs, probably on the floor. The dog will have to sleep in the downstairs kitchen and my parent's dogs will probably be in the upstairs kitchen.
And of course, everyone is going to call on Saturday night and bail. Fuck me for trying to make dinner.
Well, it's official. As of October fourth I'll be leaving SG. I'm so broke that I can't justify paying almost $10/month to look at boobs. Maybe I'll become one of those creeps that hangs out in YMCA locker rooms, hopes are for not but we'll see.
It's so easy to get distracted when I have the interweb. I have an Exegesis due at the end of the week which I haven't even started. That's not so much the internets' fault as it is my love of sleep. Oh fourteen hour nights, where did you go?
I've been eating way too much takeout lately, and I want even more tonight. Is it too early to cut into next months' budget? I have to get a bunch of makeup for my Morticia Adams costume, though which will make it a thin month.
They're all thin months! Why can't I manage to stay thin?! Fuck you economical carbohydrates, fuck you.
Oh I just wanted to add a note about friend requests and private messages. Most of the time I don't mind them. For the record though : I'm not going to strip for free over msn, I won't join you and your girlfriend in a threesome, and I'm not a myspace whore who will add anyone that offers. Friends are differentiated from other members by my individual preference, not just a mere notice.
It's so easy to get distracted when I have the interweb. I have an Exegesis due at the end of the week which I haven't even started. That's not so much the internets' fault as it is my love of sleep. Oh fourteen hour nights, where did you go?
I've been eating way too much takeout lately, and I want even more tonight. Is it too early to cut into next months' budget? I have to get a bunch of makeup for my Morticia Adams costume, though which will make it a thin month.
They're all thin months! Why can't I manage to stay thin?! Fuck you economical carbohydrates, fuck you.
Oh I just wanted to add a note about friend requests and private messages. Most of the time I don't mind them. For the record though : I'm not going to strip for free over msn, I won't join you and your girlfriend in a threesome, and I'm not a myspace whore who will add anyone that offers. Friends are differentiated from other members by my individual preference, not just a mere notice.
I have an exam tomorrow, yeep yeep! This prof is supposed to be brutally picky. O well at least it's multiple choice.
I ran into a friend of my landlord today and couldn't keep my big yap shut. "O you know Sina? He's my landlord. Yeah what a shitty guy eh?" Someone's lease isn't going to get renewed. My ancient gypsy ancestors are channelling my future to me, moments too late.
I ran into a friend of my landlord today and couldn't keep my big yap shut. "O you know Sina? He's my landlord. Yeah what a shitty guy eh?" Someone's lease isn't going to get renewed. My ancient gypsy ancestors are channelling my future to me, moments too late.
Decisions suck.
So my parents sent me some money for school clothes this year, because apparently my father thinks it's indignant that I have to shop at value village. Three value village trips later and I have about $100 left.
Omerica organics is having a sale until Monday, and I'm wondering if I should get a new set of plugs (which I want) or start to re-build my tattoo fund (which I need as I haven't had any work done in over three years). Gaarrggghh. Or should I save it in case gas prices spike? I live in Alberta, will that ever happen anyway?
I have to go clean up my living room soon. I modelled for a friend's photography project last night and my shelves and books are everywhere. She decided to keep the pictures of my head in her toilet (which smelled like men's cologne. . .disturbing).
So my parents sent me some money for school clothes this year, because apparently my father thinks it's indignant that I have to shop at value village. Three value village trips later and I have about $100 left.
Omerica organics is having a sale until Monday, and I'm wondering if I should get a new set of plugs (which I want) or start to re-build my tattoo fund (which I need as I haven't had any work done in over three years). Gaarrggghh. Or should I save it in case gas prices spike? I live in Alberta, will that ever happen anyway?
I have to go clean up my living room soon. I modelled for a friend's photography project last night and my shelves and books are everywhere. She decided to keep the pictures of my head in her toilet (which smelled like men's cologne. . .disturbing).
I just made the most disgusting instant soup. Don't buy the president's choice instant soup cups, they take over ten minutes to make and are absolutely repulsive.
I've realized that I go to a clown college. A moderately priced clown college at which I will earn a degree in four years instead of six, but a clown college nonetheless. Not one of my instructors is an active academic in what they're teaching. I understand that people tend to cross disciplines and become knowledgeable in a variety of fields. I would however expect that at least ONE of my instructors was teaching in her/his area of expertise. I should have been tipped off when I registered at the only University I know of with a "social sciences" faculty. (Who calls arts social sciences? I haven't taken "social science" since grade 12). Besides that is the fact that most of my instructors have only their masters degrees (or in one case is working on hers) and my lab instructor is an undergrad student.
Get in, get my piece of paper and get out. Then make a shit load of money and apply to Western or McGill.
This new source of motivation has given me such purpose.
I've realized that I go to a clown college. A moderately priced clown college at which I will earn a degree in four years instead of six, but a clown college nonetheless. Not one of my instructors is an active academic in what they're teaching. I understand that people tend to cross disciplines and become knowledgeable in a variety of fields. I would however expect that at least ONE of my instructors was teaching in her/his area of expertise. I should have been tipped off when I registered at the only University I know of with a "social sciences" faculty. (Who calls arts social sciences? I haven't taken "social science" since grade 12). Besides that is the fact that most of my instructors have only their masters degrees (or in one case is working on hers) and my lab instructor is an undergrad student.
Get in, get my piece of paper and get out. Then make a shit load of money and apply to Western or McGill.
This new source of motivation has given me such purpose.
This week has been crazy.
Making the transition from sleeping twelve hours a day to practically reading a short book per day has taken it's toll. At least last night I got to relax and go out to a show. Good thing I was guest listed, since I'm so low on funds.
woe is me. I'm a student.
Made some aloo gobi and baginan bharta last night. Fuck yeah, saved myself $45 on Indian takeout. What else is new. . . have I mentioned I'm exhausted?
Brief SG break as I let my mud mask dry then it's off to the books.
Making the transition from sleeping twelve hours a day to practically reading a short book per day has taken it's toll. At least last night I got to relax and go out to a show. Good thing I was guest listed, since I'm so low on funds.
woe is me. I'm a student.
Made some aloo gobi and baginan bharta last night. Fuck yeah, saved myself $45 on Indian takeout. What else is new. . . have I mentioned I'm exhausted?
Brief SG break as I let my mud mask dry then it's off to the books.
Well look at that, I can get onto SG at school. Fuck you "productivity station" sign.
I've got this two hour break between intro to the bible and my doctor's appointment. No wait, it's now an hour and twenty minutes.
Now to attack the forums to kill some time.
I've got this two hour break between intro to the bible and my doctor's appointment. No wait, it's now an hour and twenty minutes.
Now to attack the forums to kill some time.
wow do I ever feel old.
I had to run across the back alley and tell some kids to turn their music down. They were playing top 40 dance crap at top volume around 11:30 am. If you're having a party, sure I get that, but at 11:30am you're just being a bunch of pricks. I told them I work graveyard shifts and was trying to sleep, when in reality I was just looking at naked women on the internet. My hungover roommate is sure to thank me later (hopefully in the form of food).
I keep having these reoccurring dreams that for some reason I call 911 and get put on hold, or told that there's a lottery system to see which calls get answered first. I hope it's not a premonition that ticketmaster is going to take over emergency services.
I need some tonic water.
I had to run across the back alley and tell some kids to turn their music down. They were playing top 40 dance crap at top volume around 11:30 am. If you're having a party, sure I get that, but at 11:30am you're just being a bunch of pricks. I told them I work graveyard shifts and was trying to sleep, when in reality I was just looking at naked women on the internet. My hungover roommate is sure to thank me later (hopefully in the form of food).
I keep having these reoccurring dreams that for some reason I call 911 and get put on hold, or told that there's a lottery system to see which calls get answered first. I hope it's not a premonition that ticketmaster is going to take over emergency services.
I need some tonic water.
I just had the best Value Village shopping trip ever.
I went yesterday, got a pair of jeans and a thermal tee. Good haul, not great.
But today I went back as the boyfriend needed some jeans. Not only did we find him jeans, but I also found two books and AND what I am most excited about. . . a mint, MINT copy of Ella Fitzgerald's complete discography on vynl . . for $1.99!! Jesus. I'm beginning to love this town's lack of culture. In Vancouver some record trader would have snapped it up and sold it for at least $50.00. Oh and then there's the adorable framed cross stitch basset hound that I bought to hang in my bathroom.
Alan's gone out to do some recording, so it's just me and Visa tonight. Maybe I can get the roomie in on some activities too. I tried to pack Alan a supper to take with him, but it ended up just being a beer and a chocolate bar. I'll get him to take it for lunch tomorrow.
I went yesterday, got a pair of jeans and a thermal tee. Good haul, not great.
But today I went back as the boyfriend needed some jeans. Not only did we find him jeans, but I also found two books and AND what I am most excited about. . . a mint, MINT copy of Ella Fitzgerald's complete discography on vynl . . for $1.99!! Jesus. I'm beginning to love this town's lack of culture. In Vancouver some record trader would have snapped it up and sold it for at least $50.00. Oh and then there's the adorable framed cross stitch basset hound that I bought to hang in my bathroom.
Alan's gone out to do some recording, so it's just me and Visa tonight. Maybe I can get the roomie in on some activities too. I tried to pack Alan a supper to take with him, but it ended up just being a beer and a chocolate bar. I'll get him to take it for lunch tomorrow.
