Wednesday, June 27, 2007

...how many Ativans make a good day?...

Lights and sounds make me nervous. Excitement in general, things on the epic scale, noises, parties, riots, etc. All things that induce panic.

Unless I know everything, all the ins and outs. All the schedules and the details and the planning and the elements, and everything about everything, ever. Unless I know all that, I am nervous. And when it comes down to it, I'm just a foot soldier in ... the army; and I don't know everything. So the amended list? Bouncy castles, double decker buses, performance stage? Ner-vous.

Monday, June 25, 2007

...juice-boxes, pro-shop sunblock, bouncy castles in the sky?...

Peterborough took us out in the final, 8-7 last inning. I love the girl dearly, but knew as soon as she took the plate that it was over (third out, last at bat, there was just no way). I would be more upset if not for the fact that it really was a great day of baseball. Our games were tight, and where we won them (all but the last) we won them with some really amazing plays. See? Look, I'm more mature already.

Earlier I watched the trailer to the new Harry Potter movie and almost peed myself in excitement. Since my birthday falls the day after the release, clearly seeing this movie will constitute my birthday and clearly everyone is invited! This will inspire and thrill us to a maximum point before the last book's release on the Saturday. The copious amount of drinking that will follow will do that too.

I'm not going to discuss my sheer panic at the thought that we might not finish all our plans in time for the book launch, because that is my own special brand of anxiety and you don't need to hear it. I wish we had more time, more cohesion, and a leader who had more... leadership, I suppose, but those are all empty wishes. The idea is to get it done and get it great despite everything else.

In other news, a little bit of studied observation: I know how disinterested he is because we are very, very similar. I have watched him, so I know this to be true - the same cues, the same non-verbal instantaneous shift to a little bit colder mood that flows off in waves as soon as you even come close to the line. Clearly, a no-touching zone. So, fine. We'll all be islands.

Monday, June 18, 2007

...the facts of life...

Once upon a time, my mother burned the house down. Now, my father flooded it. I want to say "Guys! That's enough! No more outdoing each other with property damage. Pretty sure you're even".

Sometimes the people at work wonder why I'm confused. A little bit spacey some days, a little distracted. Genetics is making a really strong case for itself.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

...the fog-lickers...

We're the mid-June motley crew, the daughters of business-networking golf-clubbing fathers. The girls in tank tops and bermuda shorts, sometimes flip-flops, sometimes sneakers (not real sneakers, fashion sneakers; sometimes Lacoste, sometimes not). We may not know how to play golf, but still came to the club this afternoon, and anyways we worked on our swings, and anyways it was Daddy's day.

I took one bucket to the range, and learned the basics. I like to think I wasn't half bad, though my follow-through needs work. A few times, hit just short of 100.

I also like to think I'll do this again sooner (a less sporadic golfer), and not wait until next Father's Day.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

...can you guess how many?...

I noticed the problem as soon as I took the skirt out of the dryer. Or rather, noticed that there was a problem. It took me a minute to recognize exactly what it was. The skirt was definately shorter today than it was when I threw it in the laundry the night before. It had definately shrunk.

Now.

I'd thrown this particular skirt into the washer, followed by the dryer, many times before with no serious problems. Last night, for some reason, I decided to read the washing instructions which specifically said "hang to dry". I thought about it, I really did. But realized that if I hung it to dry, it wouldn't be dry by the time I had to leave for work in the morning, and my other work-skirt is at the dry cleaner, and it's too hot to wear pants, besides who wants to wear sloppy boring pants to work, downtown, on an event day? (Long/short: no hang dry). Anyways like I said, I had thrown it into the dryer before, in ignorance, with no adverse consequences.

I have a picture in my mind this morning of the God of Laundry watching over me, nodding his head, saying "I did tell you. You disobeyed my specific instructions. I was quite clear". "But sirrrrrr...". "Thou talketh back to ME? Ignorance is NOT bliss".

Thankfully.

I am both anal-retentive and obsessively paranoid about being late for work, and still have a full four hours before I'm due for my shift. Plenty of time to run into the mall and buy a quick work-outfit replacement. Tomorrow is payday after all, I think I can push into my VISA bill just a little bit this morning, for a good cause.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

...titles from jeopardy categories...

I'm anxious and jittery, and incredibly restless. I can't think in solid thoughts or write in solid blocks. Hence, numerals:

i) Sometimes it's great to go out with just my Persian friends. They don't think it's funny that Beyonce's "Ring the Alarm" makes me nervous. They have residual revolutionary war oddities themselves. Between us, we fear loud noises, air sirens, cramped quarters, yet feel more comfortable in basements. Between us, we know the lengths our parents went for us. Not just the larger sacrifices, but the everyday compromises. Like, my mother's insistence that during nighttime bombings, my brother and I not be awakened to make the run to the shelter; that we should have uninterrupted sleep when possible, the calmest childhood we could; that if something were to happen to one of us, it would happen to us all, together.

ii) Apartment hunting. Tips? Roommate offers?

iii) Saturday's Shopping List (barring further unforseen problems with pay):
- Package of paper scraps
- Printed rayon paper
- Ped-style socks, lacy and pretty - does anyone know where to buy them?
- Beads
- Chains, fastenings, pins, and clasps for jewellery; also, needlenose pliers, and yarn

Saturday, June 09, 2007

...the week in notes...

i) A Girl and A Boy (kind-hearted, enthusiastic) decided to take plates of extra food out to the homeless in front so that the leftovers, for once, would not spoil and be thrown out. But in the aftermath of a downpour, though it had stopped raining by now, no homeless were found.

ii) Have progressed to solving three sudoku puzzles in 11 subway stops. Clearly, I am the champion of the world.

iii) Book Expo! The booklovers paradise (minus the crowds) involves signings and authors and freebies. (Oh my).

iv) The only reason that I haven't vocalised disappointment with the fact that fun event planning turned into a one woman show is because with all the other things going on, I don't have the time to put in any extra-curricular work myself, so if someone wants to, at least nominally, do so, it's no skin off my back. But. I am disappointed, especially since she's driven at least one person off the planning committee.

v) I want to travel! I want to do something different! I am bored and frustrated!

Monday, June 04, 2007

...not everyone can come and go by bubble...

Disaster! They have turned Gossip Girl into a televesion series that's going to start in the fall on The CW. No one suffers like I suffer.

I will write more about this later tonight or in a couple days, but I have a migraine and thinking about Gossip Girl is hardly improving it. But I thought if I didn't write *something* about *anything* after a week, Saba would yell at me again.