Helllloooo, sunshine! Thanks for showing up. I have been mailing letters and writing the addresses on upside-down. When my new employer gets theirs, they're going to wonder who exactly they hired, and is there any way to get out of it? I mean, who can't even address an envelope properly? Sheesh.
I bought a new cookbook called "The Cooking Light Way to Cook", which shows you how to do things like properly cook asparagus as well as make a cherry sauce for duck breast. Awesome. I also picked up a copy of "The Queen" in a discount bin, watched it last night, and fell in love with Helen Mirren. Maybe I'll bully WS into seeing it with me sometime.
I'm also relationship-less again. Which makes me feel-what? Sad? A little lost? Sort of relieved? I don't know. However, I can honestly say that I don't really like the person I am with guys sometime. I'm awkward and I blush a lot and I never feel totally comfortable.
Sarah C., I was over at the house today and, even awash in sunshine, it seemed somehow...not sterile, exactly, but lacking some redeeming quality it used to have. The house misses you, like everyone else. Hope you have a good garden this year, though. I envy you that.
This is UVic in a nutshell. And so is this.
Thanks, girls. I enjoy your blog as well.
I'm in Finnerty's right now, getting nothing done. As per usual. And I need a recipe for pavlova, as my cookbook is at home and I'm not wasting an hour and a half to get out there. Maybe I'll just buy wine instead of making the chocolate cake and forget about a lasagna. Nothing like lowering expectations!
Yesterday, I listened to a lot of CBC radio and danced around eating strawberries and jellybeans and not working on my History papers. Later, after I had ruined the white sauce for the pasta and resorted to using the tinned tomato stuff, we watched It's Kind of a Funny Story. It was a really good movie, but I had drunk a lot of wine by then, so I'm not sure if I could give you an in-depth analysis. Worth seeing, anyway. It actually followed the storyline of the book pretty well.
I'm kinda nervous about the potluck tonight. I'll probably be the annoying host who runs around worrying about where people put their glasses and does the dishes while everyone is eating and generally ruins the atmosphere.
I'm at school way too early, and did that thing you do on buses sometimes when you fall asleep for a very short amount of time and have vivid dreams in the space of a couple of stops and wake up feeling groggy, confused, and slightly panicky at the prospect that you may have missed your stop.
Yesterday, my Writing prof was talking about language and how certain sounds denote specific feelings, and are represented in the way we express ourselves. For example, the "mmm" sound is usually present under passionate circumstances or in times of need. Which is really cool, because I think he has a point, and I was really impressed until he severly misquoted William Blake later in the lecture. That last sentence makes me sound like a pretentious literature snob, and I apologize. But still.
Let's all drink chai lattes and enjoy the sunshine and cherry blossoms and feel that deep sense of satisfaction from finishing essays on time, mk? And by finishing essays on time, I mean wasting the entire day reading fascinating literature that in no way connects to the subject matter in your essay.
Wow, do I ever need to clean my room.
I'm in a state of homework panic tonight, but it's 150% my own fault. Instead of coming straight home and beginning my essay (25% of my English grade, by the way), I went to the Gorge Point Pub with a friend. The food was delicious and she told some hilarious stories about her time in Africa, but I felt too sick to enjoy it and we had to leave early. Which sucks, because her cat just passed away and I think she's having a bit of a rough time. That may sound strange, but for so many of the people I work with, these animals are their surrogate partners. It makes them compassionate, dedicated technicians, but tends to detract from their, shall we say, sense of reality. Human relationships, family, friends, and otherwise, can be difficult, but in the long run they are well worth working towards. And there are my words of wisdom for the night.
Ok, Joseph Conrad. Let's do this.
Successfully managed to hide the fact that I was eating ice cream for breakfast from my ultra-fit, gym trainer roommate this morning. Accomplishment? I think so.
There's a new vet at the clinic replacing KO. She has crazy, Celtic-warrior-princess hair and is scarily thin, but I think she has a good sense of humour. I realized today that I'll really miss that place this summer. I'll miss talking about boys with KR, watching NL drink beer and moan about her beagles, and giggling with KG about the postal man's shorts. It's kind of like having a second family, complete with a shower and panini maker. Can't get much better than that.
English essay tonight; I'm going to get slammed on Tuesday. Ugh.
Happy St. Patty's Day, everyone. Right now I'm busy being super lame by eating oysters with disgusting plain crackers my mom sent me ages ago and curling up next to the heater in this extremely cold house. No green beer for me, as I don't have any money due to a bank screw-up and a ton of assignments looming on the horizon. But life is actually pretty good at the moment.
Over a super-nice dinner of prawn curry last night, my date and I were discussing the weirdest things we had ever eaten, and his answer was 'a fig'. Which I thought was not very creative, until he explained that the crunch you get from a fig is actually the cremated bodies of very specialized flies. The females of this insect species crawl into a fig to lay their eggs, die, and have their bodies consumed by the fig fruit as it grows. How bizarre.
I miss Butch more than I thought I would. My dreams all involve large black giant shepherd dogs, who for some strange reason are wearing monocles.
Well, it's been a long time. I am, indeed, back in the midst of coastal weather and small cars. Just trying to mark some papers, but I'm not actually trying very hard. There is a small amount of bad news and good news. Bad news first: My dog is not doing well at all. The tumor on his neck has finally began to affect his breathing, and he may have a short amount of time left with us. I get antsy every time I answer the phone. And for the good news: I GOT THE JOB IN THE YUKON! Awwww, yeah.
I know these posts have been somewhat dog-centric lately, but its the middle of race season, and there are a lot of good stories coming off the trail. For example, in the 1000-mile Iditarod race in Alaska, past champion Mitch Seavey severed a good chunk of his index finger with a poorly folding knife and still wanted to keep competing; the race committee finally had to withdraw him from the event. And a close friend of mine was recently charged by a moose and escaped by shaking his sled at her and yelling. Startled, the moose veered past him, then turned and chased his team for half a mile. Intense.
Helllloooo, sunshine! Thanks for showing up. I have been mailing letters and writing the addresses on upside-down. When my new employer gets theirs, they're going to wonder who exactly they hired, and is there any way to get out of it? I mean, who can't even address an envelope properly? Sheesh.
