Meh/Ooky

You ever have one of those days? You know...one of those days. The ones that never end, and you figure, when they finally do, it won't come a minute too soon. Well, my day is kinda like that so far. Slow, and angering. Last night I had to go out at midnight to get my rent...only $100 of it, I had taken the rest out earlier, but my bank was being stupid and not letting me take the rest out. I had a really ooky (yes, I know ooky is not really a word, but I'm using it anyway) feeling about walking all the way to the Credit Union...which is something I usually have no problem with, regardless of the time. I feel relatively safe in my neighbourhood...weird, huh? So anyway, I told Chawn I was leaving to get rent, and she told me to be careful because she had a bad feeling about me going to the bank...hmmm. I didn't go to the Credit Union. I went to another bank that is a lot closer to me house, but not my bank, so it charged for the withdrawl. Better that than not listening to our gut feelings. So, you could say that my day began with an ooky feeling. I couldn't get the movie I need to watch for my quiz today, but it's okay, because I've seen about half of it and I'll get Karen to fill me in on the rest (thank you Karen!) I found another Sailor Moon and Jem and Rainbow Brite buff on the weekend. We bonded over Glitter 'n' Gold Jem and Grey's Anatomy. It was gleeful. Aside from that...very little excitement. I'm feeling drained, because I didn't sleep well last night or the night before last. I'm fighting a sore throat, and I'm working a lot this week, so I'm dealing with all those issues too. I'm beginning to lose my happy mood, which I've had for a full four months...a long time...and I don't want it to go away. However, my patience is starting to wear thin, so I guess I have no say in the matter. Stupid! Ah, I'm off to go and stare blankly at a wall in an angry/aggressive/ambivalent manner (I haven't decided which one yet). Oh, and the dog can do Around the World and Rock the Baby on the Yo-yo now. For some reason, he doesn't want to learn Walk the Dog. Huh. More strangeness yet to come.

Yo...Yo?...The Yo-Yo Man!

Just to let everyone know, that today's blog has absolutely nothing to do with yo-yos or the yo-yo man. The title just came to me in a random epiphany, and I thought 'I must use it'. And use it I have. The past weekend I travelled to the little hamlet of Cache Creek (although I'm pretty sure that it's not all that hamlet-y) to celebrate Joe's Birthday, which was an extravaganza of going to the pub and drinking until he got silly. It was, all in all, a really fun weekend, although I might have annoyed Keith with my constant babbling during the eight hours of driving there and back (four hours in each direction). Great fun soon followed at work, which is a big pile of horse poey. It's not bad, but I'm getting frustrated with a co-worker. But hey, it happens to everyone, right? So, I'll suck it up and continue on in my agressively cymical manner. YAY ME! Another note, there's a real cutie in one of my classes. I may develop a crush...I'll keep you all posted. However, a new crush at this point may be as likely as a dog proficient with a yo-yo. I guess I fit it in anyway. More strangeness yet to come.

Or as the Unattatched Call It, Single Awareness Day

As promised, a new blog. Yay! Except that it falls on that most nemisis-ey of all the holidays. Valentine's Day...or Please, Just Kick Me In The Pants And Get It Over With Day. At least that's how it seems some times. Ah well. I have successfully handed in another essay (thank you thank you thank you mom!). Now I just get to sit back and relax until I get my take-home mid-term at 3:30. Yes, five hours of freedom! Arg. And as I walk around the school, I realize there is very little coupleness, which is splendid. I enjoy that heartily. I myself, am going to write my mid-term tonight, and finish up by Chawn from the bus and having meself a nice big pint of Snickers Ice Cream, Chocolate Covered Almonds (God bless the bulk section) and I suppose the Butterfinger bar I have been saving for a very special occasion. Aside from that, I think I shall wallow in my self-pitying, cynical bitterness and stew (probably with Chawn who had to leave Ty this morning, and possibly with Karen, whose guy is in Edmonton right now) in the travesty of a holiday centering around the idea of being in love. And with that special someone. Congrats, though to everyone who gets to be...good on ya! As for me, wallowing sounds really good. So adieu, and wallow away, wallow away. More strangeness yet to come.

Interesting thoughts hatched from mother and daughter

Hey all. This one is just an aside...I'll probably write a big long blog tomorrow. This one came after my mother and I were discussing a paper I wrote in regards to the image of martyrs in Marjane Satrapi’s Persepolis and we ended up with this (my mother did the wording...she is brilliant):
(If the cause of the person attempting to usurp the power is just, and perhaps a cause that the dead martyr would have died for, then the subversion might be justifiable and the martyr’s sacrifice honoured. But, if the person taking advantage of the martyrdom is only out for himself and his cause is corrupt, then the act of martyrdom becomes perverted and the martyr greatly dishonoured and demeaned. Maybe what Satrapi is trying to say is that if we don’t honour the term and use it carefully, then we run the risk of becoming unable to treasure and feel wonder at the depth of character needed to sacrifice ourselves for the greater good. When you no longer understand honour can you behave honourably?)

I wonder if Satrapi believes and admires martyrs and shows through the belittlement of the term by her characters what can happen if people do not honour those who do make the great sacrifice. Maybe she is not distrustful but really idealistic and fighting to keep others honest and pure in their motives by showing how distasteful and shameful it is when people diminish true heroism.

There you have it...the wisdom of us and the wonderful words of my mother. More strangeness yet to come.

Running out of interesting titles...

Here I am, in the computer labs at school, listening to some classic rock, and pondering. Many things are racing through my mind: what's the thesis on that essay going to be? what should I have for lunch? when will I find time to read that book? howdid they ever come up with that killer beat? All have convelesed (arg, spelling!) into one simple thing: my crazy crazy head. But on a more serious note. Two things: my cousin, Joe is turning nineteen on the twelfth. NINETEEN! Um, is it just me, or did wake this morning on the wrong side of old?!?!?!?! I am a little freaked out by this, but I suppose it had to happen eventually. Let's see how well I shake it when it's Wes turning 19. Hahaha...I won't. Secondly, I have just finished this really good book, so I thought I would share it with all you out in blogger world. It is called Wild Dogs and it is by Helen Humphreys. I suggest you read it. It is really good. Aside from those inane, insane happenings, not much is new. My mother and I had two excellent conversations yesterday. They made my heart glad. But my dad is sick (a cold or strep throat, not sure which) which makes my heart sad. I also had a great convo with Candice, so now I feel all caught up. Now I must depart and meet Karen. (We shall hang, and then, she shall play volley ball. You volley girl, you volley like you've never volleyed before.) More strangeness yet to come.

Cloud (and my love thereof)

Today is a big day for Cloud. It is his first day riding in a car. He sat, curled up in a little grey ball on my lap for the entire trip. Every now and then he'd look around, but after a brief re-touching with the world around him, he would once again bury his face into my arm and imagine himself back at home (at least that's what I would do if the roles were reversed). Now I am sitting in the SFU Library, waiting for the stupid guy to open the media collection so I can get some silly old movie for a class, and go back and get Cloud who is sleeping on the front seat of Karen's car. Side note: Happy Birthday Mel, and Happy Move-In to Brock and Leon. (They just got a cool new appartment, and it's awesome. I love Brock's bedroom which doubles as the kitchen) We went to the Foggy Dew last night to celebrate Mel's 20th, and somehow I managed to get into a whipped cream fight. Don't ask, cause I don't know. That's just the way my life works sometimes. Isn't that happy? But now I must go and rescue my kitty, so adieu, farewell, alvetasen, goodbye. More strangeness yet to come.