I've been ignoring you lately, again. Sorry. Getting back into this blog thing is harder than one might think. I think part of it is that the blogs I read seem so substantial that I feel like there's no competing. I think also that having such a comfortable group of friends to voice opinions and thoughts and feelings to eliminates the need for blogging that I've had in years before. I'm not sure that makes sense, because lots of the blogs I read seem to have large networks of family and friends. Whatever, though. When it comes down to it, I'm just not as interested as maybe I'd like to be. Today was my day off and I slept in until, oh, 2:30pm. Showered up quick and put on some clothes (Dan calls me Rambo when I wear my white Gap shirt- it has a rather large bleach hole on the sleeve and makes me look exceptionally homeless) and then went and paid our Rogers bill at the bank. $70 dollars later (ridiculous, if you ask me, for just internet) we got some chicken for supper. We never wound up eating it thanks to our addiction to McDonalds. C'est la vie. Went to Ajax so Dan could buy some undies and I could cruise through one of my favourite stores ever- Value Village! Got a cute yellowish shrug and cried that I couldn't pick up the huge Victorian sette (man that thing was worth more than $79!) because we have no means of transportation.. and a bus driver might get mad if we try to bring that aboard. Came home, did some laundry, drank a couple Mudslides, got sick-feeling, stopped drinking said Mudslides, went to bed... came back out to check Online Banking balance... and now I'm here. Which reminds me-- we bought a prepaid Mastercard the other day so we could purchase things online. So far it has been nothing but a hassle. Damn you, Mastercard!
I don't listen to top 40 much. I work overtime at a job that only plays chfi (hey, im not complaining, i love funk!) and i don't have a tv. currently though, im pretty intoxicated and listening to live365.fm so I'm getting smashed (no pun intended) with all this new music I didn't even know existed. Currently on the e-radio is "Wanted" by Jessie James. Two things: 1: Are you sure this isn't Kelly Clarkson? 2: Dan used to get e-stalked by a girl who called herself Jesse James. I don't like that.
Sleeman rules, and so do burgers and having tomorrow off. And my hot new shirt that I scored from Value Village for 99 cents.
As much as I complain about working overtime and being exhausted when someone gives me hell for not hanging out............ I love my job. LOVE. My assistant manager says I'm not allowed to work more than 43.5 hours a week because head office gives her shit if they have to pay me overtime (starts at 44), so today I worked half an hour for free (don't tell them that, though). Sometimes I honestly don't think there's many places I'd rather be. It sucks sometimes being tired and having to get my ass out of bed, but I know I'd just be sitting at the computer and getting fat if I wasn't working, so I might as well go make some money. If I get to enjoy myself in the process, well, all the more power to me, I guess. Ps: Totally saw Charles Manson today on the street corner. Pss: Indulged in a McDonalds coffee today. Best coffee on the market, BY FAR.
I'm feeling really good about life right now. Dan and I were in a rut for a long time, but it looks like things are finally coming around for the two of us. He's getting more hours at work and is starting to like his job more- people are being kinder to him and training him for different tasks. The extra money he's bringing in is making him feel better about himself and is really helping us out financially. This, combined with my almost disgustingly huge (if I do say so myself) recent raise has put us in a great position right now, and we're in the processing of trying to get a new apartment. The place we're looking for is totally affordable and is so much better than what we have now. If we get it (I need to phone the guy tomorrow, he wasn't around on the weekend, we're upgrading to: Granite Countertops TWO balconies Stainless steel appliances ELEVATOR NO CRACKHEAD/ALCOHOLIC neighbours ON SITE laundry Every bus EVER at our doorstep and without a doubt, the very best of all... OUR OWN PERSONAL AMAZING INCREDIBLE DISHWASHER.
Oh God oh man oh God, I'm praying we get this so hard.
Also: Today in line at McDonalds, I noticed the sign on the cash monitor: "We do not except $100 bills". Does it make me a total douchebag if next time I'm there I pay with an $100, and insist they take it, because they do not EXcept them? Dan thinks so. I'm inclined to agree.
I'm really trying to get back into this whole Livejournal thing, but I'm just always so tired, and there's nothing that exciting to say. I dealt with a customer today who was totally crazy. It's always the crazies who insist on talking to you about pointless, crazy crap for upwards of 40 minutes. I'm pondering whether or not I want a traditional wedding ceremony or if a nice party for friends and family would be adequate. I've always thought I wanted a ceremony but now that I'm thinking about financial and religious concerns I don't know if it really makes all that much sense. We might possibly be moving to Oshawa. I'm exhausted but I need to stay up until midnight because I want to see how much I got paid.
I think I might buy a 649 tomorrow. I don't gamble, but I like to think I have fairly good luck, and the jackpot is 32 million dollars. That'd be pretty wicked, I think.
Last night on our way home from work (we got off at the same time) Dan and I were sitting at the Go station and the sky was greenish grey. We were convinced it was tornado weather, but having never seen one before I secretly thought, "no, it's just going to rain soon". Not 20 minutes later we're taking the bus through downtown Oshawa on our way home and it starts HAILING. insane, excessive, huge balls of HAIL. Might I remind you it's July? (no Canada jokes here please). Luckily our bus didn't go airborne, but it was nuts. A bunch of trees broke into pieces and there were huge branches in the middle of roads. Apparently in Mississauga 50 hydro polls got knocked down. Thousands of people are supposed to be without power for "at least a week". This is madness.
Today while waiting for the bus to take us home from Value Village, a little seagull wanted to be our friend. He kept coming over to the shelter and looking around, cautiously waddling closer and further away and then closer again. In case you didn't know, I'm obsessed with seagulls. Like totally in love. I ran over to the variety store and got some cheetos and we started indulging our little pal. Of course when you're feeding birds the main goal is to get it to come as close as possible to pick up the food. We got him to come right into the bus shelter with us.. right in front of our feet. Could've picked him up and cuddled him if we wanted to! (and man, I totally did). The only thing was though, whenever he picked up one piece, he'd scurry outside to eat it. I guess he figured we'd attack him if he got to comfortable. So when he picked up the closest piece to us, he went to run back outside. Except, he didn't realize there was glass in front of us- the door was a panel over. He ran right into it. And then again. And then he started to panic so he started to flap into it. Fly into it. He's squealing and squalling and the poor thing just can't figure out how to get through the panel of glass. Finally he clicks in that he has to go AROUND it, but I felt so bad for the little dude, it must've really hurt. Right after the bus came, so we had to leave, but I made sure to give him a couple extra cheetos, just for being my favourite bird.
Today a bird shat on my hand just as I was stepping onto the bus. It was warm and yoghurt-y and white and disgusting, and I tried not to lose it as I asked the driver if he had a tissue. I washed my hands profusely and overloaded on that sanitizer as soon as we got to the mall, but it doesn't matter one bit. My hand will never feel clean again! Dan bought me one of those mugs that looks like a take out coffee cup but is really made of porcelain and rubber. What a sweetie. I wanted to get shams today but it didn't happen. Dan wanted to get leather Chucks today but it didn't happen. We had Harvey's burgers and beer and a tub of Haagen-Dazs vanilla caramel latte though, so I think things are working out. Oh, and we sat in those wicked $4500 massage chairs at Home Outfitters for like half an hour today. Those rule my life.
I got my GST credit in the mail the other day, man I love Canada. $62 dollars (each) for free! All I had to do to qualify was be poor. Why do Americans hate socialism so passionately? Maybe if they tried to impliment it just a tiny bit more they wouldn't all be so miserably broke right now. Just a thought.
Travis is officially transfering to Sinful Inflictions soon. I'm totally stoked. Maybe I can finally get a free tattoo now? I want damask down my arm. I think it would be so pretty.
This is getting random and pointless so I think I'm going to take off. I love this song.
PS: Dan tried to tell me the Verve were a 1 hit wonder and don't even really have that many songs. Excuse me? Dieplz. Kthx.
This weekend was amazing. I booked the entire thing off, stayed in doing nothing Friday, cruised the mall all Saturday until Dan got off work, and then the two of us head down to Toronto for some sweet chills with Brendan and Kandice. She rented a hotel room at the Grand (Dundas and Jarvis) and we slept on the coziest beds. We went to a really chill pub and played some pool, drank a bunch of Coors/Keiths, and split a huge plate of nachos. Dan got super intoxicated and chased two lesbians down the street, screaming "I'm on crack!". Kandice saw her first hooker ever. We went swimming in a pool that looked like it was fit for Romans and I got to put my feet in (Dan refused to go up-he's afraid of heights) the hottub on the ROOF. Free breakfast buffet. Amazing times. The next day after a huge goodbye Dan and I cruised the city. I got a new necklace and we went for dinner at the Pickle Barrel- LOBSTER ravioli rules my life. Today I worked and it sucked miserably. So much drama with cranky customers. Dan picked me up though and we went shopping. Again. Granted it was only Value Village, but I got a new-with-tags Gap skirt and a huge mirror for $3.99. And A Jest of God by Margaret Laurence. Dan got some RAM and a N64 keychain. Geek.
That was the most point form update ever, but a lot has happened and I'm pooped! We're making pineapple pork roast right now and my mouth is watering just thinking about it.
I've cleaned just about the entire apartment.. I even scrubbed the toilet. What is wrong with me? All that's left really is a couple bags of laundry, taking out the garbage, and cle and the kitchen. Thank God the kitchen is Dans responsibility. I'll take out the garbage, I'll return some of the empties maybe, but theres no way in Hell I'm cleaning those crusty old dishes. There's a reason I went and bought paper plates the other day. Me and soggy old food? Just not going to happen.
I think I'm going to go clean myself up and head to the mall for some bus tickets. I want a cool poster for the living room. Maybe I can find a cheap frame at the thrift store? Or cut some crown molding around it?
Didn't wind up going to Michikos last night, which sucked, but was probably for the better. Dan has to work 9 hours today at that ridiculous job of his, and then we're trekking to Toronto to surprise his best friend (his girlfriend rented a hotel and he has no idea that she invited us to crash the party). We haven't seen Brendan in about 2 years.. this is going to be pretty epic. Kandice told us that apparently theres a pull-out bed in her suite, so we're going to crash there and then maybe take off shopping on Sunday. I want to go to Ikea, Urban Outfitters, etc. I guess we'll tell them that we have to go to work haha. My tummy hurts a little right now and I'm choosing to blame it on excessive taco and beer consumption last night. Sooo tasty, but soo (not?) worth it in the morning! I should probably clean up a little and shower and pack but I'm not really in the mood. I don't care that it's coming up to 1pm. This is my weekend off, damnit! I will relax!
I had a dream last night about going to the dentist and no matter how hard I tried the dress I wore kept riding up and exposing me. And then the dentist and I made out a little bit, right up on the chair. He left the door open and I guess people walking by all saw, because I got in a huge catfight with some female employees when I left. ...What the hell?
I don't know what my mind is trying to tell me here.
PS: I'm listening to The Verve again, first time in years. How did I forget how much I enjoy them?
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