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Hello, gentle readers.
I have just signed up for emode's matchmaking service, because the ad claimed they were going to match me SCIENTIFICALLY with my best possible partner. This was an offer I could not turn down. However, after a few questions, the service included this analysis of my personality on my profile page:
Scientific my ass. Although I do like the part about "fiesty." But how did my need for indendence get to be "less"? Less than what, professional nomads? Enlightened lesbian strippers? PIRATES?
I'm sorry I'm such a slacker with the writing, and the updating. It's not that I don't think of you often, but I've been very busy lately. I went to the Holly Cole concert (it was amazing!) and Charlie's Angels II: The Search for More Money (IT was disappointing! I was disappointed!) and work (work!). I went to Henry V at Shakespeare in the Park (It was good but sort of boring!). I sleep at all hours. I like James, I think he's cute. I have to have my wisdom teeth pulled. Happy Canada Day, sorry I'm such a loser.
but it's all good
Guess what, internet? My top two wisdom teeth have cavities, which explains the pain in my jaw and my ears. My bottom two are impacted, which explains the searing pain in my mouth, and the swelling. I love it when science solves my mysteries.
I spend a lot of time at work making mystical photocopier art and using the stationery to prepare nervousness exchanges. I'm such a badass slacker. If only I were part of a rap duo, then I would be set.
"The plant and the dirt hate each other, but they're in a state of detente." -James (James has this cute habit of throwing social studies words into normal sentences... like the time he told me a hamburger wanted anschluss with his stomach. But that's because James is cute.)
Love me two times, I'm going away
rods + cones
And as for me, I'll wish that I was anywhere
Does anyone out there in internetland make or collect ATCs? I need some, rather badly. Could you send me some in exchange for kisses?
I have started just using one bag all the time to carry my stuff around. That way I don't have to keep switching. This doesn't really matter except making the decision made me feel all noble, like I was some kind of Buddhist monk or something, giving up my earthly possessions. I think when said bag still contains more stuff than the whole third world, it doesn't count as aesthetic minimalism.
I'm pretty ridiculous.
Update: I think my top wisdom teeth are pushing against my jaw, which is in turn connected to my ear, because I swear the entire right side of my face hurts. I just thought I should tell you in case you want to feel really sorry for me, and shoot me.
They're in detente
My bottom wisdom teeth are coming in. They are pushing up through my gums. It's very painful and also, I can't help noticing that my wisdom teeth are much nicer than my other teeth. I no longer have a matched set.
Anyway, I am taking a tooth-pain medication containing benzocaine, a topical anaesethtic. And this fact is only topical given that we're already talking about teeth.
I am reading the fifth Harry Potter book at intervals. My sister takes it whenever I'm not reading it. I'm rather enjoying it, I guess. I'm not a rabid Harry Potter fan, but I do like this enough to put my other book I'm reading-- John LeCarre's THE CONSTANT GARDENER-- on hold. It's so nice to have a job where I don't have to read, and so reading actually feels like a break again. I seldom read for fun during the school year.
And I am very seldom naughty.
stupid and wild
Bonjour les enfants!
Last night on the Amazing Race the people went to France. I have fun watching the Americans on that show, because they just run around shouting things in English and the locals are usually somewhat scandalized but helpful. The Austrians last week were very kind, but I wonder how they will fare in Paris. My sister insists she would rock this show because she speaks three languages and she has rock-climbing know-how, but I'm not convinced. It's probably harder than it looks.
I'm reading John Le Carre's The Constant Gardener, because not having a thick little paperback to read on the bus makes me feel like a total square. It's set in Nairobi, and it brings back all these memories of when I was there. Even though it's set in the diplomatic circles of Nairobi whereas I was in distinctly lower-class settings. I don't think about Africa too much anymore, but I think when you visit a place like that it becomes a part of you, like a scar. It might stop hurting but it never goes away.
Anyway, I think a large part of the person I am today is because of my trip to Africa. Every seventeen-year-old should have that kind of a slap in the face. It makes people nicer.
Is there a problem, officer?
There will be no more burninating
I have a Harry potter bandaid on my foot. And in case you are not already jealous of me, it glows in the dark. And it was given to me by a boy nice enough to know that I love Harry Potter, and that I injure myself ALL THE TIME.
I met someone from Djibouti today at work. It was a devestating disappointment. I have been interested in Djibouti since high school, and then the one and only Djiboutian I ever meet is grouchy. See if I ever invest any emotional energy in a tiny African country whose major exports are coffee and geothermal energy again. You know, people are just out to let you down.
My friend Courtney is on her way to Siberia! At this very moment! Isn't that astonishing?
tomorrow might be good
It's never going to cool down, is it? I'm going to tape my window-screens with duct tape to protect myself from West Nile and, possibly, new strains of mosquito-carrier SARS. And Mad Cow, or, Mad Mosquito. Sometimes I can't help thinking that the media wants us all to think we're going to die. They must be sponsored by life insurance companies. Think about it.
I've purchased a huge number of new CDs lately, and it's so great, except that it's a little too much to digest all at once so I'm making a mixtape out of a few of my favourite songs from them. New music should be absorbed slowly, I guess, not like I'm cramming for an exam.
Amazon.ca just sent me an email to let me know that the fifth Harry Potter book (which I preordered) will be delivered to my house on the day it's released, June 21st, a SATURDAY, people. Apparently Canada Post can be bothered to add a little value, when the boy wizard is on the line-- or more likely, when rabid HP fans are waiting. Bizarre.
Ah yes: I am going canoeing, in the Yukon, in August, for 8 days. Yes. Fear me with my fearsome canoeing arms and tanly tan.
give me your green eyes, give me your white skin...
If you're wondering why I seem dead it's because Buffy Season IV just came out on DVD. ALso I'm at work and I spend 6.5 hours a day playing popcap games. (note: I am the master of "alchemy" or whatever that game is called-- I take that game and have my way with it.)
I'm feeling really sad because Gregory Peck died.
Does anyone know a book I should read? Or a good western I should watch? I wander around downtown sometimes, and look at all the people rushing around, and it gives me these very mixed feelings. On the one hand I have trouble pretending I want to participate in the mad rushing. But on the other hand, sometimes I think we're accomplishing a lot. I'm confused, you see. And I'm waiting for more time to pass.
I guess like a lot of other people my age I spent about 51% of my time as a cynic and 49% as an optimist with secret hope for humanity.
Sometimes I think life is just a competition to see who has the best outfits. And shoes. Shoes are a big part of it.
temporary reprieve from lists
Now that I'm working I have this mentality that every weekend minute I spend NOT deeply sleeping, drinking pretty drinks, throwing money at strippers, watching movies or relaxing-- but only in a very conscious, focused way, and only for short periods of time-- is a waste of time. It's very frustrating because other, normal activities just don't satisfy me. It has to be super-condensed, intentional fun.
I'm looking forward to going home because I always get lots of mail on Mondays.
Ten more things
My film studies professor told us once in class that Silverado is "Satisfying the way fast food is satisfying... you eat it and then you kind of wish you hadn't." Just out of curiosity I rented it and watched it. So I present, in no particular order, Ten things I learned from watching Silverado.
I make fun of 'em, but I couldn't be very happy if I didn't watch them.
Two brief lists for a thursday afternoon
Who I would want on my ecochallenge team, in real life:
Who I would want on my ecochallenge team, in a fantasty world where I could have anyone on my team:
We probably wouldn't win, but we might get along pretty well.
I had this really scary dream that I was fighting against a scary witch, and I was standing on top of her at one point with my feet on her ankles pinning her down, but then she suddenly bolted upright, knocking me over. I jumped upward in real life too, and hit my hip on the side of my bed, and that woke me up.
People constantly email me asking me how to use enetation comments on pitas and I don't feel like giving away my secrets. Besides, people should look at my source code and if they can't do it based on that they should leave the internet and never come back.
Or possibly I am being over-harsh.
It's funny to think about the places where we live, which used to contain other people who fought and had sex and worked and hurt each other and watched TV. What would we say if we could talk to the people from the past? Everything is running much more smoothly now. We've done a bang-up job. Or: We're frightened and we don't know what to do.
I'm sick today and it's raining. There is all this pollen floating around and I think I'm allergic to it. They're like floating nature balls of death. I'm sorry but I haven't had much to say, lately.
I had this dream that I installed a complex forum system on my website and I was bombarded with requests to register for it. Only instead of being pleased I was overwhelmed by all the decisions I had to make and I began to freak out.
Oh: I'm reading FIGHTING THE FORCES, this book of critical essays on Buffy which discuss the political, feminist, social, cultural, etc., implications of the show. It's very interesting and is temporarily relieving my depression over the end of the series. What I love about it is that the academics who write the essays are clearly about as obsessed as I am, and they quote Buffy with the same ease and disarming accuracy. It's a weird world, I tell ya. Weird.
I need some chocolate milk.
i've been here before, and i deserve a little more
Today is payday, and I do a little happy dance.
The happy dance
Just like that, yo. This weekend I am totally going to get my whole weekend's worth of weekend. And order weird clothes over the internet.
You can tell really quality Westerns because they have their own theme song.
But the G@tOKC theme song reminds me of a song Homer Simpson would make up. I'm singing what I'm thinking... hey, look, a dog!
I have a work-related headache. To all these people who are demanding things of me I want to say: Look! Look at all those people out there in the world who are not demanding things of me! Do you think you could learn something from them?