Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Three months, two days.

That's how long I felt the condo was home before having that feeling torn away from me. I knew it wouldn't last, but I figured it would be 6 months at least before my financiers would strip me of that notion. Shows what I know. It's a good thing I'm not a gambler.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

No hats for you

So, I wussed out, and didn't come up with anything for crazy hat night. Which was probably a good thing, as we stood no chance. The team we played made fake curling rocks for hats, which were so awesome that when one of my teammates used one of them when it was his turn to throw one end, I thought he had just made a terrible shot with a regular rock, and wasn't tricking me by throwing the fake one made out of Dollarama salad bowls.

As for the game itself? We're now 3-0. I'd say it is all due to me, but that would be a bald-faced lie. And I'm trying to cut down on those.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Why I've been absent (aka Excuses, Excuses, Excuses)

So, I keep meaning to pop in to update you on my thrilling life, but I keep not doing it.

The reasons I've been absent are many and varied, and not limited to:

Midterms. My nerdy side needs me to study like mad for tests. Funny story though, it didn't keep me reminded of a couple of midterms until the minute I walked into class. This would have been tragic had the classes not been the two that I sleepwalk through and ace.

Money stress. The less we talk about this, the better. I don't really need to lose my mind again. Or my lunch.

My sister's birthday. Lame, but there you have it.

Job searches. I'm this close to pretending that I didn't spend 6+ years working in the financial industry, and instead sat around creating art with what I picked out of my nose. Maybe I'd have better luck that way.

And finally, I have been given the task of coming up with an idea for our curling team's theme for Crazy Halloween hat night, and my brain seems to be broken. Oh yeah? You try coming up with a theme for hats that four different people can wear AND curl in. Not so easy, is it?

And during all of this, I've had the week off of school. I was going to get so much done this week. Apparently not.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

It's that time of year again

The weather is cool (today, at least) and it is getting dark earlier and earlier. And you know what that means. That's right boys and girls, it is time for another season of Saturday night social curling. Try to contain your excitement.

Last night was the first game of the year. And in a nice change of pace from last year, I didn't have a panic attack about forgetting how to play. That doesn't mean I was any good though. I still managed to smash my knee (glad to see I haven't forgotten how to do that) but shockingly, my weight was lighter than usual, so my rocks weren't careening through the end of the sheet. Before I get too excited about that, I'll wait and see if I can duplicate that next week.

Oh the game? We won, so we're 1-0. Break up the team!

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Don't worry, this isn't another whiny post about my age

But it does have to do with how old I am. Wait, don't go. I promise the grumbling is gone. For my birthday, I got a new shower curtain, and a step stool. And I was so excited, you'd have thought I got a new car or something cool. It would be sad, but it is a really nice shower curtain and the step stool folds up!

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Now, I hate to say I told you so...


...but I freaking told you so John Tory. I called it ages ago. And the fact that I'm smarter than all the people on your staff should frighten you to death. I'd offer to help you out, but, fact is, I like my soul too much.

And now, to be completely juvenile - Nyah nyah nyahnyah nyah. Cram it with walnuts, ugly.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

More tips for John Tory

I know, I can't believe it either. Next thing you know, the rivers will run with blood. We've already had the locusts (see: Cleveland-New York baseball game this weekend) so the end times must be upon us.

But seriously, John John - if I may be so forward as to give you this moniker - have you lost your mind? The ratcheting up of the attack ads was one thing, and not effective in the least by all accounts (see: polls, all recent ones.) But chastising voters? Do you actually think this is going to change people's minds? Do you really think that someone who was going to vote Liberal (or NDP, Green, or anything not PC) is going to decide that now that you've come out and accused them of low standards that they must prove you wrong and vote for you? If anything, it will entrench their opinion. Plus, it makes you look like a whiny, sullen, childish douchebag who isn't mature enough to govern the province of Ontario. Which I could have told you before the public humiliation.

On the bright side, you have done something that I never would have thought possible after Stephen Harper and the Harris years, (which is totally the name of my next prog-rock band). You made me feel sympathy for a Conservative. If the end times aren't upon us, that is something to build on.

Monday, October 8, 2007


With the humidity, it is 40 degrees Celsius in Toronto today.

No, there is nothing insane going on with the weather, nothing at all. This is not cause for panic.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

And the birthday joy just keeps on coming...

My ipod seems to be broken, I have nothing to put on toast for breakfast tomorrow, and the test I have to take tomorrow is apparently heinous. Oh, and my hockey team lost again.

Universe, you do know that my birthday is over now, right? So feel free to leave me alone.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Embodiment of Irony

Anyone who knows me knows that I've always hated it when people get upset about getting older. It drives me bazoo. The example that brings up my ire the most is that of a girl I went to school with, who cried, honest to goodness cried, the day she turned 21. I was appalled and sickened by that. I couldn't get over that she thought her life was over at that point.

So it is with great regret that I have to say I've turned into everything I hate. I've shed tears over being in my thirties. I suck.

And that's what you call ironic, Alanis.

I'm old

I'm sitting at home today, fate having smiled upon me and worked it out so that I have no classes on this, my birthday.

I'm now no longer thirty, but "in my thirties". And for the first time ever on a birthday, I feel old. Is it because I actually think being in my thirties is terrible? No. Do I think it is especially old in and of itself? No. But society and mother nature have deemed that it is. There are certain things you are supposed to have done by this age, and there are certain things that biologically, after 30 get harder.

I'm in my thirties, and I'm not close to being done with school. Which means I'm not close to establishing a career.

I'm in my thirties, and I don't have a real life plan. Oh sure, I kinda know what is going on for the next few years, but after that? Who knows?

I'm in my thirties, and I don't have any savings. I have enough to get by for now, but retirement for me at this point looks to be spent begging for change on the street.

I'm in my thirties, and I'm not in a relationship. Hell, there aren't even any prospects on the horizon. And you know what they say about the chances of a woman over 35 getting married...

I'm in my thirties, and I don't have kids. I think I want them, but if I don't get on that right quick, it won't happen.

I'm in my thirties, and my parents won't be around forever. This isn't news, but they are of an age where dying wouldn't necessarily be dying young. People die in their sixties. Both my parents lost one of their parents by the time they were my age.

Wow. Writing that all down was supposed to be cathartic, and to maybe explain why I'm less than joyful. But reading it in print? It is just damn depressing. And if I didn't have a latte and chocolate chip pancakes waiting for me, I might just stick my head in the oven. But I've never say no to caffeine and chocolate, and I don't intend to start now. After all, I'm in my thirties now, and stuck in my ways.