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[21 Dec 2009|07:18pm] |
Christmas to-do list:
Tuesday:
- moving
- unpacking
Wednesday:
- wrapping
- buy masking fluid
- watercolors for my sister
- friends gift exhange
Thursday:
- dessert baking
- cream puff buying
- in-laws dinner
- finishing Kev's present
Friday:
- bean cooking
- family dinner
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[21 Dec 2009|07:14pm] |
AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR
*deep breath*
AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR
No, seriously. I know it's totally uncool to like AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR, but AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR AVATAR.
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[06 Dec 2009|08:57pm] |
Someone sent me a snowflake cookie!
Thank you, anonymous benefactor!
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[04 Dec 2009|12:02am] |
It's at this point in the night when I stare morosely at a Wikipedia page, wondering about the costs and benefits of wholesale plagarism.
Look, it's either this, or I start, like, really scraping the dregs of fanfiction, looking for a quick fix. Like, Supernatural mpreg. Or Obi-Wan soulbonding.
(corollary: seriously, Supernatual fandom? mpreg? That is so 2001. Waaaat the frell is wrong with you?)
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[18 Nov 2009|01:08am] |
Okay, I know I'm about, oh, five years late to the Supernatural party, but Jared Padalecki is so hot, he makes me spontaneously ovulate.
Oh, internets, please direct me to some hot, hot Supernatural lovin's.
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[05 Oct 2009|11:13pm] |
Augh! Oh no!
I'm approaching the critical spiral of the evening, when I circle around the same few websites over and over:
- Reddit
- Facebook
- my various email accounts
- Livejournal friends page
- Metafilter
- Boing Boing
- any number of sly, sharply focused niche blogs
... and yes, those are all links to said niche blogs.
Of course, if I really wanted to waste time, I'd just open TV Tropes-- oh god! I've opened it! Save yourself! Tell Kevin I lov--END SIGNAL
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[04 Sep 2009|12:57pm] |
The campus is new and busy again for the first week of classes. A few years ago, I posted how to tell if someone is a first-year:
1. They got their Hair Done and their Nails Did for the first day of classes.
2. That cursed wide-eyed enthusiasm.
3. They spend longer than ten minutes at Clubs Days tables.
4. They smile and introduce themselves to the people they sit beside in class.
5. ...and to the people they sit beside on the bus. What the hell?
6. When they another of their kind other across the plaza, they collide in a world-ending hug.
7. They give away vital information in tutorials where the grading is curved. Suckers.
8. They already have their reading done for next week.
9. "Walk, bitch! Faster!"
As I am approaching my sixth (oh god...) year, I can add a few more things from my time in the office:
10. Their parents do most of the talking when they ask questions about the health plan.
11. They bring their parents into my office, full stop.
12. They ask if our free agendas are free.
13. They, like, totally want to, like, start a club on campus!
14. They ask where the 'Office' is.
Welcome to the big pond, little fish. Stay out of my way, and I won't yell at you.
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[07 Aug 2009|03:45pm] |
Kev and I are leaving for our honeymoon today!
We're flying out on a redeye, stopping in Houston before finally landing in Orlando. We're doing Seaworld, Disneyworld, and Universal Studios, then going to Gainesville for two days to hang out with our friends at their house there. Then on Thursday we fly up to Washington, DC, where my lady's going to show us around the Town that Obama Built, and we'll meet up with a few more folks from the region. On Sunday, we'll fly out of DC, stopping in Toronto momentarily, then we'll be back home just in time to go to bed for work the next day!
It's not like anyone's going to notice a steep drop in activity on my Livejournal, anyway. :)
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[31 Jul 2009|10:23am] |
Due to the fact I never change anything, ever, and do not trust newfangled layouts and things, I STILL have the oldest LJ layout ever: the blue bar along the left side, and the orange/purple/blue mosaic header. It makes me nostalgic and giddy when I leave LJ comments.
This is why I don't get out much?
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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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