Tuesday, May 30, 2006

City Council never ENDS!!!

I'm wondering how many puppies I kicked in my past life to get stuck with the job of covering city council meetings.

Monday, May 29, 2006

things don't slow down...ever

I woke up this morning with a headache from the room being way too stuffy and hot. That's what happens when I leave my computer on all night. It's incredible how much heat those things put off.
I was also up way too late working on my iTunes...putting album art on all of the songs that I have. When all is said and done it should have about 90% of the songs with some sort of album art. But I just can't bring myself to go to bed when I'm in the middle of something computer-y. Sigh.
I have to go to a city council meeting tonight, and they tend to drive me nuts. Seriously. I don't know how the councillors can do it, having to meet every two weeks and just go over and over and over stuff. *all around the mulberry bush the monkey chased the weasel*
It's only 9 more sleeps until I go to visit Brad. I can't believe how suddenly this has crept up. It felt like such a long ways off for so long, and now I'm down to just one more weekend of work and then I'm on my way. I'm really excited to go. I do actually miss Saskatchewan (yeah, yeah, laugh all you like). And I miss his friends and family (not to mention Brad himself...hahaha). So I'm really looking forward to it. We're going to go camping at Cypress hills, and we're going to spend a day in Swift, and the rest of the time, well...*ahem* but like I said, only nine more sleeps now.
I'm supposed to go home this weekend (wed-thurs is my weekend) and see my parents, and I really want to, but it all comes down to whether or not my car is fixed. Stupid transmission. On the plus side, I've resolved to tighten the belt so to speak and cut my frivolous spending. I realized that if it weren't for my parents helping out with the (astronomical) cost of the repair, I would be completely fucked. And that made me realize that I need to get my debt paid of ASAP and start saving. I need to have a little nest-egg emergency crisis fund. And the only way to do that is to stop the stupid spending. So here we go...I get paid on wednesday, and that's the start of my new resolution.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

wedding fever

it's almost june. that means weddings and engagements enough to make you want to live on a deserted island just to avoid all of the gushing (I mean blushing...haha, silly me) brides and their flowers and engagment rings and honeymoons. I try not to let it get to me, but it seems more or less unavoidable. Seems like I just got through the last season and it's already back upon us. It seems that everyone is getting engaged. All I hear is so-and-so is getting married, or did you hear so-and-so's boyfriend popped the question in some fantasticly intricate planned out proposal.
ok, so, you're right in thinking that I'm jealous. I am. I want to have the beautiful proposal, the lovely wedding, the honeymoon, and (possibly the most important part) the marriage. But that's not to say that I'm chomping at the bit to tie the knot. I know it will happen when it's right to happen, and rushing things just spells disaster. I may be jealous, but that doesn't mean that I'm foolhardy. it's just a matter of being bombarded with the wedding season everywhere I look.
So, what ultimately comes from it all is the question: how do guys know they're ready? And the ones that do propose, well, what made them go for it? Are they just more grounded? Are they more romantic? are they more sensible, or maybe more lofty? or does it come down to simple horny-ness in the end? Oh, come on, we've all seen the relationships where both people are young and highly religious and they're suddenly getting married before they have even found out each other's middle names. You think that's because of truly undying love? Not to scoff on the whole idea of it, but let's be realistic right now. The only reasons that a 19 year old boy would settle down and agree to be with someone for the rest of his life are 1. he wants some, 2. he needs a mommy, and figures she'll do, or 3. he's amish.
So, where does the sudden and striking inspiration to get married come from in non-chaste relationships? Often I've found it's an ultimatum from the woman after several years of waiting. Sometimes a sense of doing the right thing if she's knocked-up. Often a sense of obligation, after the woman in question has "put in the time" and he figures he might as well. Let's face it, none of these reasons are particularly romantic. I'm sure there must be men out there who want to get married, and I'm sure there are men out there who will pop the question without any sort of prompting. I'd like to hear their stories.

motivation = all time low

yesterday was one of those days where i was just in a funk. Nothing really put me into it; Mare and I went to watch Jer's slowpitch tourny, and then when we came back I just felt like doing nothing. absolutely nothing. normally i can muster up enough drive to watch a movie or something, but there was just no motivation at all. so i watched "the view from up there" on the W network until I could hardly keep me eyes open and then went to bed. oh what a stimulating like I do lead.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

boo to cars

working really hard right now, clearly, what with me blogging while i'm at work.
i had a really easy time getting up this moring, which is unheard of at 4 oclock...granted i lazed about until 4:20ish...which did help with the getting up. the day is winding down more live cast and then two recorded casts then it's home time.
yesterday i took my car into tony (yes, my mechanic's name is tony...i love it!), and found out that contrary to popular belief, the issue was not a CV joint, but in fact my transmition. yes, the most expensive part to have to have fixed and it comes to my car. figures. but there's nothing to be done about it, i need my car for work, so the price tag stands and it will have to be paid.
in response to the hefty sum, the belt will be tightened on my spending. no more frivolities. no more morning timmy's, no more eating out (perhaps once a month as a special treat), and I think that will save me quite a lot of money. mare is on board too. we'll help each other along with it and support the withdrawl from spending and eating out, and we'll shop sensibly, buying ingredients rather than meals. so, here we go. there may be some frustrated posts on here soon

Friday, May 26, 2006

myspace rant

sites like myspace and friendster and hi5 are fun, but I have had enough of people I don't know, have never met, and likely never will meet requesting to be my friend. What is it? You saw my picture think I'm cute and are only four friends away from having a gazillion on your list? Too bad you don't know more than a handful of them.
I like the sites because it's an easy way to see what friends have been up to and where they are. I have 21 friends linked on myspace. 21 people that I know. I search for more occasionally, but they are always peole I know and I would never ask some random schmuck to be my friend. It's creepy.

I am so smart! S-M-R-T!

I am less stupid now than I was when I last took this quiz...last time i scored 39% I owe the increase to not drinking as much, thus not killing as many brain cells. Woot!

The Stupid Quiz said I am "Pretty Smart!" How stupid are you? Click here to find out!

P.S. I would have scored higher if I'd cheated and looked up two words on ....sooooo, if you took the test and cheated, shame on you, if you were honest, well done!

Also, re-took the Princess Bride quiz....and nothing's changed apparently

Which Princess Bride Character are You?
this quiz was made by mysti

Thursday, May 25, 2006

meeting somewhere that resembles the middle

It's a tough place to be in to care about someone. Especially when that person is far away. I can't regret going for so many reasons, but there's no doubt it's been hard. I love Brad very much, and it's painful to see him disregard himself. Though I don't suppose there's really much I could do if I were there; I don't want to be anybody's mommy, and certainly don't want to be mistaken for that by either him or myself. But after the disagreement we hung up and I felt icky. I threw down the phone and yelled "FUCK, I hate men!!"...then thought about what had happened for a while and called back explaining the reason I had acted the way I had; because I care for him and hate the thought of anything happening to him. I'm glad that I called back. Mare said afterwards it's a good way to explain my reasons and meet him halfway. I know he felt bad too. Silly misunderstandings, and silly the way people do things to get a reaction. Being upfront is not always as easy as it should be, but the important part is trying to come around afterwards.


ever wonder about lemmings? we make jokes and use the age old adage "if everyone else jumped off a bridge would you go too?" And yet, when it comes down to it, the break away from the pack is not as simple as the jokes imply. there are social consequences to being different; both positive and negative. on the one hand, people could revere you for being different and taking a stand against the pack, on the other, how often do we see young children shunned by classmates because they did something the rest of the herd didn't understand? but, let's not forget the computer game Lemmings...and the little pixel-y splats when you don't succeed in keeping them safe.
just a ponderism...a random thought on a day off where I really don't feel like doing anything, and would like nothing more than to waste time...seems I've succeeded in wasting two people's time!


Trying to sleep last night was not as simple as it should have been. Apparently somewhere below my window the neighbourhood cats decided to partake in some sort of seance an awake their long past forefathers in a fit of screeching and howling.
I shouldn't have been surprised if I'd looked out my window and seen the devil's kitten standing in flames in the middle of the street. As it was, I simply tried to ignore the sounds of feline torture and drift away.

You've gotta start somewhere!

I do believe this is blog number 5. 5 Blogs on the interweb. One through Diaryland that is rarely updated but read often to reflect on the past. Another through that was sort of a whim to begin, but I don't like the look of, and so rarely update as well. Another through msn myspace which really just frustrates me more than it does me good, so it's rarely used. A fourth that is for myself and myself and thus kept secret (oooh, don't you just hate secrets?!). So here we are. A fresh clean looking piece of the web for me to take up and waste people's time on. But that will have to wait for another day as sleep is coming quickly, and I really have to pee.