Tuesday, September 27, 2005

...politically incorrect, mildly uncomfortable...

It's been nice. Have a good one.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

...gone tomorrow...

I am leaving I promise. Ish. But I needed to add one last thing in response to S's comment about Persian moms and short hair. Do ALL mothers of curly-haired Persian girls tell them short hair is the devil, and is so hard to handle? Why is that? Is that some conspiracy to keep all the Persian women with long luxorious hair to attract the attentions of eligible husbands-to-be? That would be just the kind of thing for them to do.

I love my new hair. It's so cute short. I can do tiny pigtails and end up looking like Penny from Inspector Gadget. That show was awesome. So ahead of its' time, what with that funky computer book of hers, leading to modern laptops. And that Dr. Claw. Man he was a badass.

In other news, my boyfriend doesn't want to get married ever either. No marriage, no kids. What am I supposed to do with him now? What will my mother think?

Saturday, September 24, 2005

...the candy factory...

Ssshhh.

Bye-bye.

Friday, September 23, 2005

...contemporary...

Things you shouldn't spring on me as I'm falling asleep, sometime in the middle of the night include the fact that you don't want children. The up side to this having been broached is that you're thinking long term, and I'm a feature attraction in that long term. The down side is that you don't want children.

Now see me thinking only of this, a predicament, and how to resolve?

You don't want kids.
I do.
But I also want you, forever if I am able.

I woke up several times last night, and thought about it into the morning. The amount of time this problem occupied shows how very much I do want children somewhere down the line. Maybe somewhere down that line, you'll change your mind? Somehow I don't think so.

Oh, this hurts.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

...mixed reviews...

Hurrah! Supermodel movie-star hair!

(Or, alternately, ohgod,soshort,whathaveIdone?!)

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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

...gesticulating...

I'm a big fan of having classes with your friends. So far:

Anthropology of Globalization with Muranyi
Political Philosophy with Trish
Anthropology of Language with Kristen

What will tomorrow bring? Hopefully another prof as charismatic and hysterical as Danesi, our Ant. of Language prof. He almost made me pee my pants laughing today. I was so engrossed in listening to all his wondrous things, that I took no notes. Which I suppose is why he made the course almost completely graded on text-based learning: he knew no one would take notes from class. They would be too entertained. And the stuff is interesting! I already have three possible interest areas I can do my term paper on. Oh, nerdness.

...the drop-in...

First class of the day, first day of the year and two rows in front of me sits Philosophy Ben in all his blond glory.

*Sigh*

The semester is looking good already, I think to myself. Naturally this is before I get to my second class of the day, Political Philosophy, and the 100+ pages of reading it seems to require each week. Panicking, wanting to cryrunhide and drop the course, fast. Waking up this morning I have a renewed sense of optimism and determination to open up a can of whoop-ass on this course, just like the Americans did on to the British at Yorktown.

This morning panicking for another reason - I won't elaborate on it quite yet. Maybe if the situation hasn't ameliorated itself by tomorrow.

Saturday, September 10, 2005

...kid cassanova...

Talking with Kate about the nature of friendships, the changeables and the constants. She wonders whether some friendships are just for moving on from -

Yes, some are. Maybe you were only friends to make those few months less scary. Maybe after that there was nothing more to do. The moving on friendships, the ones not worth the effort to get back because there wasn't a whole lot there to begin with. I'm okay with that, and resigned.

But what about the ones I never wanted to move on from? What about the one who moved on from me? I guess she's resigned too.

I feel lonely today.

...sweet fantastic...

Oh that Ian Brown, so pretty and voice-lovely. He makes me feel fantastic. I think most Ian's are lovely - one of my favorite managers at work is Ian. He, too, is lovely. And good at scaring the crazy people away when they decide to chat with me for 20 minutes about lord knows what, telling you how much they love your store and the people in it.

Yesterday we got a new set of books in - Puffin Classics Graphics. The classics, in graphic novel form. Because simple words on a page are increasingly beyond the capabilities of today's youth. The text stayed fairly true to form, but settings and times were changed for a modern effect, so that children would relate better to it. Which is understandable. If I were a 14 year old boy in this day and age, I'm sure I would enjoy better reading a Macbeth that took place in "Stardate 1040" where the forces of Macbeth and Macdonwald fought each other with light sabers and dragons, and Lady Macbeth's servent was a robot...

I feel old.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

...introducing the celtic soul brothers...

Tuesday morning after Labour Day and we all know what that means - back to school. On the subway, my route mirrors that of the students of Cardinal Carter Academy and I watched them along 5 stops, in their matching kilts and white shirts, navy pants and black sneakers. Ella is starting high school for the first time today, and has a baby blue Roots backpack to show for it. James, sitting across from her, gushes about having gym first period, and tells her "I'm nervous for you!". Listening in, I am unbearably nostalgic and long to be relive a first day of high school, with the smelly lockers, jaded teachers, and crisp new school supplies.

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In between working 46 hours this week, and hunting for another job, I wrote up a review for Sepi and dashed to my boys place to send it on his computer. The review is okay. The book was okay. Interesting and vivid, but a little messed up all the same. The bit about the revolution occurring because Shiite Muslims are, inherently, rabid oppositionists was a little off-putting.

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Trying to set up my apartment this week, get it all sorted out before school starts. Getting my furniture back tomorrow hopefully after sending it out to be cleaned. After a year of Blue House living, they were a little worse for wear, what with the food stains, alcohol spills, and rabbit odour. Frustrated at having to foot that bill alone, with neither contribution from former roommates or even a response to the email I sent out.

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Film festival is an official three days away, and the stars are already out. Working here will be fun this week, celebrities and their baggage! Luckily I see less of them in my hidden department than others do, yet all the same it will be an experience. Things are well I hope for you all; I'm still without internet at home but I'll come by again soon.

Friday, September 02, 2005

...music and dance, and life...

As I watch the deteriorating situation in New Orleans day after day, I can't help but think how this tragedy has brought out the best in only a few, the worst in too many others. When I read the following excerpt in The Toronto Star about police officers in the area, I was furious. I have a great deal of respect for public workers, especially officers - it upsets me that so many officers are ready to so casually free themselves of the public's faith in and expectations of them. I can understand that police officers from New Orleans are now as desolate as the citizens they are meant to protect, but there is absolutely no justification for a uniformed officer to act so selfishly and offensively.

The chief of the Louisiana State Police said he heard of numerous instances of New Orleans police officers — many of whom from flooded areas — turning in their badges.

“They indicated that they had lost everything and didn’t feel that it was worth them going back to take fire from looters and losing their lives,” Col. Henry Whitehorn said.

Tourist Debbie Durso of Washington, Mich., said she asked a police officer for assistance and his response was, “’Go to hell — it’s every man for himself.’’'

Thursday, September 01, 2005

...seen it, dreamed it, screamed it...

For the reason that I am poor, I am requesting all manner of budgeting tips for spend-happy me.

Current thoughts include making coffee at home, opening an account with ING Direct, and bringing lunch from home. All ideas appreciated. Most specifically, I am looking for ways to SAVE money for the future, not just stop spending in the short term.

Please and thank you.