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[09 May 2009|08:35pm] |
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I seem to be significantly more married than I was last week! Gosh!
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[02 May 2009|10:10am] |
So, this morning I got up close and personal with a horizontal nystagmus test. For those of you who don't have friends in the police force, in layman's terms that's when the nice constable tells you to follow the pen, then books you for impaired driving. Luckily, instead of being in my car, I was actually still at the party. Sobriety tests? Great party trick.
To make a long story short, I crashed Kev's stag with the intention of bringing him home, but ended up staying and getting hella crunk instead. At some point in the morning, the Po' administered some sobriety tests and I failed pretty miserably, condemning myself to a fitful few hours on the floor of his house.
I gotta tell you, though, if you're going to fail a sobriety test, the only real great time to do it is BEFORE you get in the car, WHILE at the residence of an officer of the law. Because then it's funny as shit.
Still really hungover; it was likely the absinthe which done did me in, because that hit my stomach like a sack of potatoes. Gonna have a nap at some point to try to refresh for Debauchery II tonight at the burlesque.
I wonder if I need to get a doctor's note to explain to any kindly officers that I can't balance on one foot, ever. I can barely balance on my own two feet while stone-cold sober...
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[20 Apr 2009|11:57pm] |
The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures
And instructions for dancing
But I... I love it when you read to me
And you... You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I... I love it when you sing to me
And you... You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I... I love it when you give me things
And you... You ought to give me wedding rings
And I... I love it when you give me things
And you... You ought to give me wedding rings
And I... I love it when you give me things
And you... You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings
(Peter Gabriel, The Book of Love)
Engagement photos are up!
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[15 Apr 2009|09:33am] |
I must be the only person in the world who routinely forgets their own age.
Having passed all the legal milestones for societal permissions, I just don't keep track anymore. I find it so much more informative to define myself by my achievements in life, like my honours, or work experience, or the upcoming marriage.
I guess I never thought about it before, but I think I finally transcended that point when age is so important. I barely remember Kevin's age -- in fact, I needed to use a widget to count forwards from his birthday (you know you're a nerd when...). When faced with the fact he's here with me for life, however many years he is senior to me just pales in comparison to the rest of our lives.
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[06 Apr 2009|02:33am] |
How did we do research before the internet?
How did we do research* before WIKIPEDIA?!
* for certain values of 'research'
Are we sure it's not going to snow tomorrow and close campus? Because I'd sure like to go to bed now, thanks.
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[05 Apr 2009|11:36pm] |
You know the bar is set absurdly high in your course when you're reading and reading and reading and you come across, in the footnotes:
"Of course, the work of [YOUR PROFESSOR, DATE, DATE, DATE, DATE] is foundation for any study of this sort.'
Gosh. As if I needed to be reminded this course is being taught by a Big Name.
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[08 Mar 2009|10:15am] |
When you're looking at a new school, you're always presented with an array of beautiful models enjoying the best parts of campus. They lurk from promotional folders, websites, posters. Everywhere. Their confident, yet welcoming smiles seem to say: Come to our school! Meet beautiful people, just like us!
I usually safely ignore these people, having spent the last five years of my life surrounded by real students. However, BCIT threw a curve ball at me.
White dude? Check. Black chick and black dude? Check. Ethnically vague chick? Check. Cheesy patina of smiles? Check. Lack of individual personal bubbles? Check.
Wait, is that an excruciatingly attractive ginger, with awesome glasses and a great smile?
Is she a student? Do I get to meet her? Where do I sign up?!!
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[05 Mar 2009|02:19pm] |
Thanks for all the support on the last post, guys. I feel better having wrote it; the day after was a write-off but it's been better since then. I'm still kind of bleak, but, this too shall pass.
(By the way, if anyone ever finds a ring with that engraved on it, I want it. Thanks Suze for the idea.)
So, for the past few days I've basically been staring at the Graduate Outcomes Information for the GIS program at BCIT.
Full time, it's nine intense months. Like, really intense. Like, unable to hold down a job intense. But, at the end, you're looking at:
93% employment rate
85% find employment within two months
$23/hour entry wage
I'm thinking of not doing my honours, and rather pursuing a technical course much like this one in order to ensure employment. I've got a household now; I need to be able to pull my weight in order to live in a better house, go on vacations, etc. And, if recent years have taught me anything, it's that I should make myself as useful as possible.
And I would get to make maps? How cool is that?
The downside is, unless I delay this program until 2010, I won't be able to finish my honours like I'd planned. And I'd really like to say I did my honours. Having that little distinguishment would make me proud.
Option I:
Summer 2009: work at GO, take last class at SFU, graduate from SFU with BA + Certificate in Liberal Arts
Fall 2009: take out student loans, enter GIS program at BCIT
Spring 2010: continue program, graduate from BCIT with GIS diploma
Summer 2010: employment in field
Option II:
Summer 2009: Write thesis, work at GO
Fall 2009: Three classes, work at GO, graduate from SFU with honours + Certificate in Liberal Arts
Spring 2010: One or two classes at BCIT, work at GO until they make me quit
Summer 2010: find a real job, take one or two classes at BCIT
Fall 2010: take out student loans, enter GIS program at BCIT, enjoy fact I've already done some classes
Spring 2011: finish program, graduate with diploma
Summer 2011: employment in field
Anyway, I'm going to sit on it. It's hard to tell which would make me happier; immediate employability and less school, or a little more school to get that little extra oomph from my Geography degree. Honours would make it easier to get into the GIS program, I think -- it only accepts 45 people.
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[05 Jan 2009|01:01am] |
Of course, I need to go to bed in order to wake up and drag my ass to school tomorrow, but I can't sleep because I've been going to bed in the wee hours to stave off my anxiety.
This year, I resolve to accept the fact that I will never be mellow again, and wholeheartedly embrace my anxious nature. Maybe now I can get stuff done instead of denying it and building the facade higher.
I also resolve to:
Watch my spending like a hawk.
Never drink anything from a plastic bottle.
Only eat real sugar, not sucralose or aspartame.
Cook something new from scratch at least twice a month.
And, I'm failing the second one now because I'm drinking Happy Planet juice. It can get an exemption, right?
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[04 Jan 2009|11:47pm] |
So, my car hasn't moved since December 20. We dug it out of its snowbank today, which took about two hours. My license plate got torn off with the iceberg we pushed off the front of my car, sigh. Last year, my windshield wipers were sacrificed -- this year, the license plate.
Of course, it's like washing your car to bring the rain; it's begun to snow again, and by snow, I mean SNOW. We've got about another three inches of fresh powder over a few inches of slush on our street. We tried to venture out at about 6:30, and we didn't even make it around the corner at the bottom of the cul-de-sac. Someone was perpendicular to the road on a blind corner, hazards on. We made the executive decision to go the hell home.
School starts again tomorrow -- maybe? I'd hate to miss the first day of class (and work!), but, well, I don't think people are going anywhere tomorrow. It's a white out on this side of the river. I mean, I'd be glad to get another day of rest, but... this is kind of silly.
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[31 Dec 2008|01:53am] |
2008 draws to a close. The last time I did a personal inventory, it was 2004, and I was finishing my first semester of university. I was fresh out of high school, ready to take on the world.
To be truely poetic, I should really wait one more year; 2009 will mark the end of my undergraduate studies after all, and wouldn't it be nice to close the book on the same page it was opened? But I have been feeling particularly morose over this holiday season, particularly introspective.
So I'm doing it now. Who knows where I will be on December 31, 2009?
( the things I know, redux )
Eternally yours,
Lindsay
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[06 Nov 2008|05:36pm] |
I'm further and further in love with this administration. He's doing what he said he would.
I'm considering actually applyinng for American citizenship after the wedding to have the honour of calling this man my president. But then I remember, my rights as a woman and a queer person would still be under attack, and I remember. Oh right.
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[04 Nov 2008|02:01pm] |
This. Fucking. Election.
One day in the near future, all of these words will be as empty and meaningless as any other meme. This is heartening. Everything just eventually dissolves into noise.
Looking south and praying for hope.
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[29 Sep 2008|10:22pm] |
Is the endless grind of the world machine slowly mangling your eternal soul and corroding your will to live?
I have the antidote.
You're welcome.
NSFW.
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[29 Sep 2008|10:05pm] |
Why academia is so stringent about proper sourcing:
1) come up with half-assed idea linking obscure postmodern theory with reality TV
2) find an article that almost would fit, if you squinted
3) notice it referencing the Grandaddy of said theory
4) notice another name looking kinda reliable alongside said Grandaddy
5) wonder who unrecognized scholar is
6) scroll to bottom, find last name and first initial
7) wikipedia for people with same last name
8) tab-click on anyone with same initial except for those with 'footballer' beside name
9) eliminate until you find an actual geographer
10) find out said geographer currently teaches at rival university
11) use his website to unearth a cavaclade of sources to back up your long-shot thesis
True story. I'll never doubt the need for proper citations again
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[19 Sep 2008|09:57pm] |
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A quick closed-mouth kiss. Offensive to the sensibilities? Discuss.
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[17 Sep 2008|08:52pm] |
Hey, so, guess who's going to David Usher on November 7 at the Commodore?
Three guesses, first two don't count.
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[13 Sep 2008|10:53pm] |
*big dorky grin*
Lindsay Ishihiro.
Heeeeeheeheehee wheeeeeeee~
Nothing to see here, move along. :D
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[12 Sep 2008|11:02pm] |
*deep breathing*
I now know the difference between being in pain and being sore. I have since downgraded to an ache, and am anxiously awaiting a time when the terror level is back somewhere around 'nudie-groovin'.
So! That. Sucked. Real hard. And, see, I've voluntarily gotten myself into a great deal of painful situations -- those were nothing compared to this. I can count on half a hand the number of times that physical pain has reduced me to a sobbing mess. We're talking catastrophic amounts of pain, folks. The kind of pain where you consider fishing out the $350 investment yourself.
The worst part -- the ABSOLUTE worst part, aside from the hours of wrenching agony -- was when she needed to measure the uterus. Seven centimetres, by the way. Know how I know that? BECAUSE SHE JABBED A RULER INTO THE BACK OF IT. And lo, my wise body, it reacted with a violence. Apparently, Kevin heard me from outside in the waiting room. And then the insertion itself -- ugh. It was an altogether horrible experience. Not that I don't suggest it, really, but the experience? Take a sedative.
I got home and took two Advil (ibuprofen) and two Tylenol (acetaminophen), then laid on the heating pad for a while. Kev rubbed my back. Nothing helped. Eventually, when it was time to take more painkillers, I just took some of the Em-Tec I had left over from my bout with food poisoning. And then, I drifted happily off into a codeine-induced slumber.
I felt significantly better when I woke up this morning; just a bit of a dull ache. I did a lot (A LOT) of walking today, which I'm sure helped. I'm only getting intermittent twinges now and then, but I'm not exactly going to complain about that.
What I AM going to complain about, however, is the douchebag rent-a-cop who gave me a fucking parking ticket today. I NEVER park in the lot, and in my drug-fuelled daze today I walked right by the ticket vending machines like I do every day -- despite the past two days having parked in the lot, and despite making explicitly sure to put a twoonie in my pocket to pay the metre. I didn't even realize it until work was over, 8 hours later. So, I was a retard, and now I'm out another $40. Fucking lame, really.
So, in short, I really haven't been able to catch a break these past few weeks. Food poisoning, headcold, uterine agony, and now a parking ticket, just to make it even better. Great! Maybe tomorrow, I'll wake up with chest hair or something.
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[11 Sep 2008|08:18pm] |
IUD is in.
I am in excruciating amounts of pain.
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