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its not so much that i feel blah as it is that i just dont feel like chronicling especially. more in the mood to absorb than to spill, yknow?

the friday four:

1. Hey, baby, what's your sign? Do you think it fits you pretty well?
this is the blogging of the age of aquarius, the age of aquarius!!!! let the sun shine....let the sunshine in, the sun shine in! my sign has a bitching song. my sign can beat up your sign. chinese astrology: pig. there have been few descriptions of either sign that i didnt relate to.

2. What's the worst birthday gift you've ever received?
there's such a thing as a bad gift? oh wait, i can answer my own question. the worst gift i ever received...anita stop reading here and close your eyes and predict my answer....drum roll please....were a set of white onion soup bowls. where the fuck cari got the idea that onion soup bowls would just be the shit...no clue. i dont remember what i did with them. they didnt the whole move to/return from san francisco thing.

3. What's the best birthday gift you've ever received?
there's lots of different ways to define 'best'...there can be bests for different reasons. i love the ring i got from my parents when i turned 16 that i will always wear...just a gold ring with a diamondy s (diamond chips, not actual rocks)....thats probably the most precious one i got...but the most extravagant was a trip to bermuda with chantal and her family when i was...christ how old was i? 14? 15? we went for a long weekend, and it practically rained the whole time. but it was bermuda. amazing. amazing. it would take up a blog and a half to even describe the tip of that iceberg.

4. What's the best way you've celebrated your birthday thus far?
the most memorable was my 30th...and not just because im 31 and thats as far back as i can remember. ive talked about it in my blog before, and it was pretty amazing (check archive for august 16). any birthday that involves my family and friends is a good birthday. turning 16 was big too...but i remember a birthday weekend at the country house with two school friends..chantal and jessica...where my parents took us fishing and skidooing and we played these silly games in the house...that house was magic. if i had a scanner i could prove it. those are the three im remembering best.

soooo. worked. caught a bit of the hockey game, but once it was 4-1 there was no need to watch anymore...it was over. final score was 7-1, and without an exciting game whats the point. so canada plays the us of a on sunday for gold, on usa ice. how fucking killerama is that? except for the fact that i'll be at work. whats up with a THREE PM game??!! oh well, at least there are tvs at work. GO CANADA!!!!! WOOOO!!

after work went and talked with my landlord's son. i brought a photocopy of the stuff i found at the tenant's rights website, documenting the situation in the margins. he told me he would go talk to them, and left me a message on my machine later saying that they said if i file a suit against them then they will file one against me because of the unbearable noise of my walking. laughable. im not especially heavy, and i lived here for more than two years before they got here without a complaint from the prior tenant. not to mention WALKING is kind of a necessity whereas blaring music is not.

in the end i think i will try to talk to them YET AGAIN. at least to her. maybe we can reach an agreement of some kind. i noticed that at exactly 11pm tonight they lowered their music to an extremely tolerable level. they just dont seem to get how disruptive that bass is at their regular volume. when i can hear it through my headphones as i could tonight...sorry, no.

anyway its a fucking shite situation. when that bass is going they suck all the enjoyment out of living here, an apartment i have loved since i moved in. i will AGAIN try to be the peacemaker, and then thats it. i will fight for my right to enjoyment of space.

i got two packages today...one in the mail from coil, joyous horrid rap songs of yore, and a videotape with depressing, depressing and more depressing stuff that i bugged him to send me (blind melon behind the music, letterman and conan's shows after september 11th). i think the viewing of that tape is kind of responsible for my mood right now. that and my apartment scenario.

the other package was from jess and i had to go pick it up from UPS in the middle of goddam nowhere. there were two guys at the desk and of course i am served by the one who should probably be wearing a helmet. he disappeared back there for like ten minutes looking for the box, and while waiting...im gonna mention something i never have before...i was stricken with the urgent need to find a toilet, and not to pee. i was sure i wouldnt make it home, but going at ups was a non option. does the term turtlehead mean anything to you? who said that? anyway, you'll be relieved (ha ha) to know that the sensation calmed on the drive home and i made it safe and sound to my very own terlet. but it was iffy there for awhile. its the bran flakes i been enjoying, i know it. jess...next time use fed ex. oh, and thanks guys. great goodies!

thats purty much the dealio. joel stiffed me and went and saw that todd solondz movie, so i called the guy in my class who wanted to go for coffee who is a movie kind of guy and suggested we catch that instead of the caffeine buzz. he seemed down...but alot of the time when we talk i find he'll say something, and i'll just have NOTHING. which isnt necessarily a fault to me, but its just not like me, as most who have spoken to me on the phone can attest. anyway.

*yawn*.
i have to be up at 7 tomorrow. i'm out.

talkcha later.
alex, much strength and love to you for tomorrow.

one love, the dream i see.

i just got real tired. i woke up at 7 30 and was pretty awake...but my alarm was set for 9:30. i managed to fall back asleep, and dreamed that my next door neighbors apartment was on fire and i had to get my cats into the carrying case i have for them.

but everything after that was good.

my phone rang just after 9:30...it was the head honcho asking me to come in to work at the NEW LOCATION scheduled to open NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!!! wooooo!!!!!!!!!!! i told him i didnt think it was right to skip out on costa at the mall, but that next week i'm all there, baby. besides, today would have been setting shit up...i was better off with tips at the restaurant, skimpy as they wound up to be. my money stress should be pretty much over by the weekend.

so that was a great way to start the day. i left a notice for stupid ups to just leave the package on my doorstep. when i get home, another of their fucking notices! what the hell!? i gave them permission to leave it, and jess did too...i swear they are just trying to piss us off. they are succeeding. i seriously hope that tomorrow they at least have the brains to try delivering in the morning as opposed to the afternoon. something tells me they wont.

*yawn*

after work i went to the gym and put in another step class. the teacher i had teaches like a zillion classes at that gym...since they are too cheap to hire a variety of instructors...and she sucks. i hate her. her classes are so boring and uninspired...she just trudges through. the choreography sucks...but complaining about her will do no good, and she is very unapproachable. i HATE my gym. i need some income for a more quality establishment. but i did it and just added my own steps to keep from falling asleep from boredom. she SUCKS, have i mentioned that?

i think the class is whats making me so tired right now. good stuff.

came home and cooked brussels sprouts and a veggie cheeseburger and watched the women's olympic hockey gold medal round, canada vs the usa. canada had lost to the US team the last 8 times they played, but canada was unbeaten at the olympics. the teams are bitter rivals. i have to say, we mopped the ice with those fucking bitches. and i call them fucking bitches because they are fucking bitches. they had the canadian flag on the FLOOR of their dressingroom changeroom lockerroom whatever it is. on the FLOOR. when the game ended and one of the canadian girls told the reporter that, and that she wonders if theyd like team canada to sign that flag now...i was in shock. holy disgusting. even coil said 'totally classless'. thats so low, i dont even know what to say about it.

anyway, the canadian women played to win. going into the game they were the least penalized team in the games, with only 13 penalties total from all the games combined. the usa team was the third most penalized. in this game...the us was penalized 4 times, and canada got penalties THIRTEEN times. the reffing was the most pathetic excuse for non-biased ive ever seen...and the olympics are fucking stupider than stupid for playing an AMERICAN ref in an american-canadian gold medal round...but it didnt matter in the end. team canada was shorthanded for 26 minutes...more than an entire period of hockey, and the US could only score on ONE power play, and thats it, for the entire game. canada didnt get frustrated or discouraged...it was pretty inspiring. i dont even like hockey, but the last two nights ive seen great things in the game. and, we got the gold. because of rivalries i have with many of my american friends, its always fun when anything is usa v canada, and canada wins, because i usually talk so much shit. but after hearing that flag story...it made beating this particular team especially sweet. shame on them.

i was invited to go for coffee on the weekend with my friend from class (not ns). last night in class ns brought me a book to read, and then ickymike asked me to go watch the men's hockey and get a beer with him at this gross bar downtown. the guy is all right, but that is not part of any game plan i have going. i noticed when i was talking to not-ns that i was less than at ease...kinda saying dumb stuff instead of just being relaxed and talking. i HATE that. so im gonna go in hopes i can get my self esteem and confidence in order, because im too old for that shit. and also there is totally no reason for it.

i think im gonna grab a quick shower, because im groovin on next-day-hair, as opposed to just-washed-hair. plus.. i WAS at the gym earlier...i should do my cats the favor.

so good night. i hope your friday is as peaceful as it can be. now go tell alex you love him.

one love, the dream i see.

almost forgot: google search mention of the day:

kilborn announce self hate

im all about the self hate, baby.

=)

i can bitch about alot of things today if i wanted to. like ups showing up with a package for me and not even knocking on my door. well, my landlord wants me to report broken stuff? first on the list...doorbell. again.
i was home and missed it for no good reason.

or like finding out after the fact that stone gossard (hello! of pearl jam!!! if you didnt know that GO BUY YIELD) was on oprah. i am SUPERPISSED about missing that, and for one reason only: i want to hear oprah say the words pearl jam. to hear her acknowledge them. because when oprah says something, its real. and i fucking missed it. i was home and missed it for no good reason. DAMMIT.

or like how im money stressed up the arse right now, because of phone bills and rent. and the fact that i go back to work tomorrow is good because its instant cash...but id much rather be in michigan if i could. blah. instead i have to be awake in about 8 hours.

but everything i usually report in here feels kind of petty right now. yesterday when i checked my mail i noticed at the bottom of the stairs on the sidewalk this giant bottle of catalina salad dressing was lying on its side. a few hours later when i went to the gym someone had picked it up and placed it on my 4th stair. when i got back from the gym it was still there. i passed it on the way up, then turned around and picked it up and brought it inside. fuck it, i like catalina dressing. now i have a year's fucking supply. good story? eh. feels like a fleck of dust.

speaking of fleck of dust mac jumped off my lap when the dryer made an noise that scared him. he hit the lamp beside me, and a SHOWER of dust came raining down. i need a fricking duster. i never noticed how much shit was collecting up there.

the hockey game tonight was awesome. they played the whole game in a frenzy, like it was overtime in stanley cup game 7. totally intense, and we only had a one goal lead. finally we get it ahead to 2-0 and that lead lasts exactly 20 seconds and then finlanD (hi e) scores. crazy. but we held it at 2-1 and i did a countdown like it was new years here as the clock wound down. the best part of watching the game is between periods when the cbc shows footage from bars across canada watching the game...the reaction to goals or when the game ends and we win. we play belarus on friday night. i really wanna watch the game in a sports bar.

joe has totally gotten me addicted to this game called snood. you dont know it yet, but this game owns you. go download it and see what i mean. its compu-crack. instant addiction.

here's the story i wrote for class tonight. we had to describe someone's favorite meal as a member of the opposite sex. stupid fucking assignment. here's what i did.

Best Meal Ever-

Andy stared down at his tray with great uncertainty. The stuff was on a plate, the other kids around him were shoveling it back, and the camp-wide intercom had notified everyone that it was indeed time for breakfast…yet this looked like nothing he would really call food. His friends at school had warned him about meals at hockey camp, but he had shrugged them off.

“Keep your little home cooked meals, you Mama’s boys,” he told them, “I’m coming back Lindros-tough.”

“Famous last words,” he thought to himself now, deciding whether the eggs were more on the gray or green side. It was one of his father’s favorite sayings and at the moment he was willing to consider trading away a future of hat tricks and shoot-outs for one of his Dad’s specialty breakfasts in bed. He licked his lips just thinking about them.

The morning he was to board the bus for two months of training he woke up to the sweet mouthwatering smell of bacon frying almost directly under his bed, one floor below. He had rolled onto his side, content to awaken his appetite with just the sizzled smell all around him. When his stomach was ready and the salivating became torturous, that’s when he would make a beeline to the kitchen.

Just as that point was nearing there was a tap at his door. “Come in,” he said quietly, somewhat dismayed his breakfast ritual had been interrupted. His dad came in the room, awkwardly balancing a tray in one hand. He walked over to Andy’s bed, set the tray down, and sat down himself. Andy arranged himself in bed to review the goods. He was not disappointed. His dad had outdone himself. There were two large plates on the tray, and two glasses.

Andy thought at first that he and his father would be eating together. Then he noticed the plates’ contents did not match. Before his eyes (and stomach) sat both of his favorite breakfasts.

“Gonna eat that?” Bubba had reached across the table assigned to their cabin and scooped up Andy’s ‘eggs’, taking advantage of the semi-reverie Andy had entered. Looking across at Bubba, the grease smeared equally over his lips and cheeks, Andy gave up. He dumped his tray, and went out to sit on the steps of the dining hall. He closed his eyes.

His father had cooked up the bacon to be the exact level of crispiness Andy required, and the strips rested beside the main event, the cheese omelet. From either end of the omelet were signs of melted runny cheese, signifying its readiness to be devoured. “No pulp,” his father said when he saw Andy’s eyes meet big glass of orange juice. Andy smiled at his father and rubbed his hands together, and scanned the second plate.

Dollar-sized pancakes were stacked with butter pouring itself over their surface. Maple syrup had puddled all around their edges, and two sausages looked to be bathing in it. Sausage just wasn’t the same without syrup to roll it in. He couldn’t help himself anymore, and he dug into the pancakes. They were warm, and sweet, and both those things trickled from his mouth all the way down his throat and into his stomach. He cleared the small stack in less than 10 forkfuls. The big glass of milk would rinse the sweetness of his first course, and as he drank it down he wondered if there was anything better than super cold milk after pancakes.

He rubbed the milk mustache away with his pajama sleeve’s cuff, with a mighty ‘ah!’ His dad looked as happy as he felt. He would take his time with the bacon and eggs, and took small bites of the crispy strips and munched pensively, admiring the non-sogginess of the gloriously greasy specimen he was devouring. He won the cheese tug of war between his mouth and his omelet, though he had cheated by cutting it with his fork. The creamy residue in his mouth mixed with the salty bacon flavor and he raised the orange juice to his lips, expecting the sweet flavor burst to cleanse his palate so he could repeat the cycle until the plate was clean.

And that’s exactly what he did. He had to be the fullest kid on the busses to camp that day, and probably the happiest. It was going to be a long summer. ‘Stupid Lindros,” he thought to himself, as he headed toward the gym, checking his watch to see how long until lunch.

---the end.

its pretty much my first draft and took me less than an hour to write. it actually received some criticism in class, the first time for that. they were messed up over the kid's age, which i said was prolly 12 or 13. they thought the thoughts were too mature for 12 or 13 and i thought 'you're all narrowminded fuckers so screw you' but i said 'i'll consider that' instead. hahhaa. they think 12 year olds still talk in baby talk or some shit. i dont know.

and so thats it for blogging for today. what derrick said was cool. at 8:20 tonight it was: 20:02/20.02.2002. and i thought my birthday was a crazy palindrome. anywho.

All I know is something like a bird within her sang,
All I know she sang a little while and then flew on,
Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain.

If you hear that same sweet song again, will you know why?
Anyone who sings a tune so sweet is passin' by.

one love, the dream i see.

alex's mom loved her some janis joplin. the grateful dead wrote this song for janis after she flew on. tonight its for margaret. i didnt know her, but she must have been plenty special to have created someone that runs as deep and warm as alex. margaret, we are grateful for your existence.

for margaret, and alex. xoxoxoxoxoxo.

All I know is something like a bird within her sang,
All I know she sang a little while and then flew on,
Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain.

If you hear that same sweet song again, will you know why?
Anyone who sings a tune so sweet is passin' by.

Laugh in the sunshine, sing, cry in the dark, fly through the night.

Don't cry now, don't you cry, don't you cry anymore.
Sleep in the stars, don't you cry, dry your eyes on the wind.

All I know is something like a bird within her sang,
All I know she sang a little while and then flew off,
Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and rain.

distance sucks.
no time to be void or save up on life
you got to spend it all..
one love, the dream i see.

its been a weird day. last night i couldnt fall asleep, i had big tummy pains. i was all weirded out because of rose red and weird noises in the back room where the water heater/gas stuff is, and before falling asleep i remember thinking: fire. two years ago there was a major fire on the other end of my block, i woke up at 4 in the morning to the sound of sirens and a very strong smell of smoke. i ran down the stairs and opened my door and there was a cop on the landing next to mine, waking up the people next door, evacuating the block. the wind was carrying big burning chunks of stuff all the way over to my end of the block and in front of anita and j's. it was raining fire. it was armageddon. i was sure i'd lose everything.

life hasnt really been the same since that night. one of those defining moments. its scary to live in this neighborhood sometimes, but i guess its not really safe anywhere, except in a bubble and from what ive heard pearl jam doesnt play bubbles so fuck that.

so when i woke up and put on the news and the broadcaster said 'a large fire in the plateau...' i found it freaky deaky. two blocks over and one block down. a guy in his 30s tried to kill himself and wound up torching a lot more than just his own world. selfish bastards.

finally i fell asleep despite the stomach pain...only to be woken up very shortly thereafter by my telephone which had an elmo at the other end all yellin at me and shit. gotta love elmo...but not so much at 4 in the morning.

i tackled my dirty dishes and came out the victor. it took me an hour. every time they build up like that to the point where i am dreading doing them i tell myself: like i'll ever let them pile up like THAT again. and it never fails...i do. someone buy me a working dishwasher. in the process of doing dishes i managed to break two small glasses that were in my cupboard. one was from a bazaar so i could give a shit, but the other was from the set i drank out of as a kid at my bubby's, so i didnt like that. i still have lots of others though.

i drove down to my gym to pick up the new schedule because That Is It. its time i got my rotund self into gear again. enough winter hibernation and french fry eating. usually i dont get active again till the threat of spring, but why wait. i go back tomorrow. tomorrow dammit!

i WAS going to do yoga today too, but before coming home to do it i stopped in to talk to my landlord. that turned into quite the little ugly scene. he wont pay for my lock, saying the law is that i have to tell him first. i know he's right dammit, but i was hoping he'd soften and go partners with me at least. he wouldnt hear of it. i tried it from lots of angles...he wouldnt budge. FUCK. so i said 'well since you mention the law i wanted to tell you...' and i told him how i found out that its his duty to intervene in a noisy neighbor that wont listen conflict. and again he wouldnt hear it. he said 'i dont care' and it got kind of heated. at one point he had his fucking finger pointing in my face. i stopped listening to him and focused in on the finger. i raised my hand up and brushed it aside, saying 'i dont like that...talk to me but keep your hands out of my face' or something along those lines. that felt good.

usually i am very bad with confrontation, but here i felt i held my own. my voice and hands didnt shake, i didnt back down, and i didnt raise my voice. but i did get so frustrated after he repeated himself about how i should call the police for the millionth time that i just walked out of his store in the middle of his sentence.

i stormed home and stormed to the kitchen and made a sandwich instantly, before i even knew i was doing it. fix your problems with food, steph! no wonder i need to go to the gym. anyway, i came online and snapped at like 3 people (sorry y'all, now you know why) and signed back off again.

i took the negative energy to the kitchen and went ahead and made that eggplant parmesan i pondered yesterday. it was more enjoyable to make it than it was to eat, and it totally cured my mood problem. i love my electric frying pan. i used this recipe, but made some changes, adding two small eggplants sliced up, and two sliced tomatoes into the layers. yummy stuff. i also had a nice hunk of angel food cake. you know, you can buy a big angel food cake, and ONE QUARTER of it is only 130 calories. eating ONE QUARTER of a cake guilt free is always a good thing. makes me want to believe in god.

as do these pictures. aww, yeah, the boys at work. the quality of those shots is so rich...it makes you kind of FEEL the room. great shots. i love the one of mike lookin at the guitar cases, like a grampa looking at his family, knowing its him who holds the keys to who they are. and the shots of ed are both gorgeous too. but mostly its the room. i love the space. i love the fact that there is a birth taking place!!! woooooo!! i love the band.

speaking of birth, cari sent me pics today of her at 7 and a half months. its something incredible to see your friend all gonna have a baby-ish. it made me very happy to see. that wench always had the flattest stomach. =) just kidding. thats not why it made me so happy.

so my apartment is looking good. not only did i do laundry, but i actually folded it and even put it away!! the kitchen table only has what its supposed to have on it:
-the tin of cat treats
-the antique wood candleholders
-three big perrier bottles without the labels filled with water
-salt and pepper
instead of all that, and the free world.

poor bourne and kraatz. he was SO upset, he didnt even do the cbc interview after. you could see it in his face before they left the ice. he was crushed. it was eerily similar to jamie and david's short program: a perfect skate, total medal material...and then in the very last move...both of them on their asses on the ice, and a fourth place finish. so close, and yet so far. she said they were just so excited and adrenalized from skating the michael jackson program better than they ever had before...they just couldnt hold on. i was horrified for them. i hope they can pick it up and keep competing. something like that....it must be hard to shake off. i hope they dont get haunted.

wednesday night my class ends at 10:15. the canada-finland elimination hockey game begins at 10:15. maybe we can pressure our flakeball teacher to let us out a bit early so we can race home. and by we i mean i.

i had wanted to go to a movie tomorrow night (i am sam) but now that my fucking finger waving landlord isnt touching my lock bill i am kind of low on funds. sucks. oh well. tomorrow i have to do my homework and maybe make some liners and GO to the gym.

yes, go go go.

ok, im takin that advice and gettin out of here.

one love, the dream i see.

honorable mentions:

coil: you wish.

derrick: no, no, no.

i just spent a way long time making an e-card with a photo of scott bakula. don't ask. the title of it was 'oops, i dropped the soap'.

so its gotten to be very late.

in brief:

cleaned syrup out of fridge. vegetable bin still soaking in bathtub. syrup is a bitch. i never liked you, aunt jemima. ho.

went grocery shopping with anita. moral: dont shop hungry. you want everything. bought ingredients for eggplant parm. begs the question: will i get it made before eggplants rot? stay tuned.

witnessed man with tourettes in bakery. he kept saying 'hi, hi, hi' and sniffling. i just thought he was weird, and then anita said tourettes and it all made sense. poor guy.

watched olympics in dad's house. nice to have a change of scenery. jamie and david now wear gold in ceremony which showed the russians to be more relieved than anyone. much happier than original ceremony. jamie and david in interview said they hope now that its OVER, they arent actors or politicians and just want to go back to their figure skating world and leave all of this behind. i hope they get just that.

canadian men's hockey team...worrisome.

eevee (guess her namesake) got all affectionate today, and was purring and letting me carry her around. this is VERY rare behavior from a cat who likes to be in the same room as me, but not much of a cuddly kitty. she kept smelling my eyes and lips...i think there is something about the smell of some for lack of a better word 'beauty' products that she responds too. it was weird, and when it happens i cuddle her as long as she'll let me. which is usually until her brother shows up and sniffs her butt. jealous little jerk.

hair looks best when not just washed, its official. will now have to change cleaning regimen. still looking forward to making it choppier and messier and layeryer...but am more satisfied. love tiny eensy beensy mini clips which hold an eternity better than bobby pins. just who is bobby and why are they his pins?

tomorrow is monday. still have lots to do in the way of cleaning and organizing around here, and with some other things as well. busy busy. good stuff.

fell asleep watching rose red as i imagine i will again tonight. pretty creepy for a tv movie.

spicy onion soup mix makes for spicy dip. i am damn thirsty but didnt buy any liquids in my 99 dollar order. did buy hamburger helper for the first time ever tho, macaroni and cheese flavor, to mix with veggie ground round instead of beef. sounds like a disgusting combo, but i stopped eating pasta months ago (apart from chinese noodles) and have been craving mac and cheese. hamburger helper.

stephanie hypocrisy lessons #1:

i boycotted mcdonalds about 9 years ago. decided they dont get my money, plain and simple. fuck them and their massive slaughter and slave wages behind a smiling clown face. fuck them and their grey chicken meat and sub regulation killing methods. fuck them. however, i am perfectly happy eating in harvey's, or burger king, or wendy's. in fact i would have no problem leaving an anti mcdonalds demonstration and going for a BK veggie.

no apologies. this is who i am. i got me a bunch of twists and turns like that, and i dont give a fuck. its what makes me me.

just mentioning mcdonalds gets me all testy like. /me takes a chill pill.

*someone*, this wonderful mystery person, actually checked out info on the expos and season tickets and stuff, and suggested they were thinking of hooking me up for this deal. i am constantly amazed by the kindness and generosity that people have running in them. i was really blown away by that. that is crazy shit. that is in the league of a dozen australian roses. you internet people are crazy psycho and godDAMMIT i love you.

and with that im hitting the couch. there are currently only 3 people signed on my buddy list, which on average shows about 8 to 10 names at once, and has a total of 40 names. when its down to me and 3 it means its too late, or too early. in this case, both.

gnight y'allski.

one love, the dream i see.

the most awesome thing i saw today:

in the heart of downtown, on a spring-esque sunny as hell and warm day, the streets packed with shoppers both american and canadian, standing on one corner was a person covered head to toe in cotton batting. all white, with white tape wrapped around it in places to hold it on. over his face was a piece of white cardboard with =( drawn on it. on top was more white cotton batting, coming out of the face mask thing. it was a big unhappy/angry marshmallow man. or something. i was like:
what
the
fuck.

then i noticed a woman standing-offish videotaping him. i stopped and just watched him, and he turned to face me and looked at me. so i looked at him. then all of a sudden, with swarms of people passing him all around, he just took to crossing the street but in a mad dash kind of way. very weird. it was great. strangeness without explanation is a beautiful thing. or it can be.

some other things i saw today:

-snatch: good flick. funny stuff. had to fight to stay awake towards the end, but i made it. never saw the end of memento. snooooooze.

-lost and delirious: a good flick...mostly. a love story where a woman is broken up with by her lover, and she cant accept it and doesnt understand it. lets just say i could relate. some of the dialogue needed work but it was still more than decent. i found the love story more real than most in the movies....i guess the only difference was that this one was girl-girl. the highlight for me was that the director included an ani song, 'you had time'..which though ive only heard few times i recognized immediately as being ani...noone writes like her. so *real*.

-short track speed skating, men and women's qualifying rounds and medal rounds. fuck man, who knew it was THAT crazy and exciting? i was literally shouting at the tv and on the edge of my seat...go go go!!! the best was the dead heat the american and canadian women finished in in the semi finals...the photo finish tied them for second and they both advanced to the medal round and the sportsmanship between them was really cool to see. but the best was the men's medal round. holy crap, it was like a crash at the indy, what a total mess. and the aussie in last place was the only one left standing to cross the finish line first. the american and candian skaters (ohno from seattle...gotta root for a hometown seattlite of course....and tourcotte from quebec...hometown in the hizzouse) pretty much crawled across for the silver and bronze medals. it was awesome to see them on the podium together, to see those flags raised together. if it were up to me i think i would have had the four guys re-race with the disqualified chinese dude out of it, for it to be really a fair win...but i'm happy with the result anyway.

today i also did one of THE most careless things i have ever done. i left the house and went shopping. bought some stuff here and there...and then remembered at 4 20: holy fuck, you left a candle burning at home! that was it. i had a panic attack downtown pretty much...racing to the car and then cursing through saturday afternoon traffic all the way home. all was well, gotta love tea lights that burn themselves out. but what a fucking idiot i am.

my first stop was urban outfitters. they had two tshirts i want want want. the first has a picture of lucy pulling the football away from charlie brown as he goes to kick it and he's falling on his butt. i have so always identified with lucy from peanuts...she is that obnoxious football yanker, but she also is there to advise everyone at her booth. but for fucking THRITY EIGHT DOLLARS??? methinketh not.

the other tshirt was just plain white with a black tie, and pocket protector type thing printed on it...like a fake tux shirt except it was a fake man-at-the-office shirt. it was a little too snug in the chestal area, if you know what i mean...and also THIRTY FOUR FIFTY. what the hell. they are such cracksmokers at UO. but i love them so. bastards.

both were left behind. good stephanie.

last night me and coil were looking at the roots olympic stuff online, so i popped into roots today. everyone and their mum were in there, and all over the olympic stuff like rabid dogs. apparently i am not the only one with olimpik fever. but i controlled myself. that red ball cap was almost mine though. lots of americans in town, including the east's biggest asshole: the kid from new hampshire whose passenger had a cleft pierce and whose liscense plate read "prety kid". not.

i know this store in this mall that sells somewhat FUNKY (just for you ak) socks...a bunch for ten bux. when i got there it was '3 for 10 dollars'. i picked my three, and at the cash asked if there was another store that had a similar deal around. they told me they didnt know. i went upstairs and BAM....there was a store with the exact same collection, except it was FOUR for ten bux. so i marched right back down there and the chick at the cash was trying to tell me 'no refunds'. i made a face and was about to launch into it when the girl who served me showed up and saw my face and knew i was back because she had lied and said 'this lady was JUST here' and moved to open the cash. fucking right.

then i went into the place i go to get my legs waxed. at the start of the month they had sent me this coupon because they somehow knew it was my birthday month, and they said if i went in i could get a free necklace, and two for one on whatever i wanted. so i went in to score me that necklace, and wound up spending 30 dollars. i got hydrating shampoo, strawberry scented perfume, lip stuff and eye stuff. fancy girly me. and i dig the necklace.

i also got these earrings i really like, but are hard to describe so im not gonna bother. sorry. ok i'll try. they are fake silver, and the piece in front hangs from my ear like a wooly mammoth's tusk would. attached to the backing is another 'tusk' but its longer so it hangs a bit lower. looks cool, i like them alot.

it was a really full really good day. i discovered i like my hair alot better unwashed than when i do wash it. yay filth! and yay springtime temps in winter.

and yay kitties who leave mega claw marks across your chest. bastards.

and yay me hitting the couch to watch that stephen king miniseries thing. hooray for fast forwarding commercials.

and the medal ceremony for jamie sale and david pelletier was moved from thursday to tomorrow. do not miss it.

go canada!

gnight y'all.

one love
the dream i see