tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30509032011-07-08T14:23:46.160+10:00myself, when i'm realsarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.comBlogger19421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-76436162387253808952009-06-15T08:00:00.000+10:002009-08-08T02:53:08.531+10:00

Reconsidering how to use this. Because it's not getting much use these days.In the meantime, in Vancouver until late August.Technically in Coquitlam.Huge points if you come visit me in the Tri-Cities. Like, +117.

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gotta get in before the six month mark!i've realised i've been doing more 'journaling' through photography and flickr than writing lately. i also have things i want to write about, but to be perfectly frank, now more than ever i'd be a little concerned of those thoughts being found through a random web search and misinterpreted because the words wouldn't have the contextualisation of knowing me.

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1984374357713484652008-09-07T13:33:00.002+10:002008-09-08T10:16:31.150+10:00

for the next while (read, as i remember/have time to) i'm posting my dreams up here. because i've been having a lot of them lately, and most of them are weird/awesome/ridiculously detailed. my sister once admitted to me that she read my secret dream-journal that i kept under my bed. she apologised, but went on to say that she never had dreams like that and that they're fascinating. i just figured

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-5165440820856621102008-07-04T11:44:00.001+10:002008-07-04T11:44:59.990+10:00

to adelaide!

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-63939163911398876312008-04-11T07:49:00.002+10:002008-04-11T07:52:06.825+10:00

look! i have a home!http://www.flickr.com/photos/hradcanska/sets/72157604463909766/there's a possum living in our roof. i've been told that they'll just hang out and you'll hear them walking around, but it's not going to start chewing into the walls or breeding like mad or destroying the house. and it's probably better that we keep hearing it move, because that means it's alive, not rotting in a

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-16347983269447537372008-04-08T11:24:00.003+10:002008-04-08T11:35:46.135+10:00

man, gardening sucks!or not. but it's a lot harder than it seemed planting seeds in moist paper towels back in grade 1.finally found a yoga studio that i think makes me happy, thanks to d. damn difficult to find a studio that had reasonable drop-in rates (if any drop-ins at all) that seemed laid back enough. and this one's got yummy 2-hour sessions.today, for the first time, i think i'm actually

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-19709522377551686442008-04-05T18:08:00.002+11:002008-04-05T18:18:56.656+11:00

damon's emptying boxes!thrills!it'll take a few weeks. but if it's been started, it'll likely continue.bike should be fixed by tomorrow, that'll be convenient (one of the brakes got buggered up in the flight and even though damon's got lots of bikes, the frames are all slightly bigger than i feel riding).we're going for indian for the fourth day in a row. it's all chance, really, but pretty soon

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-18884242580873992372008-04-03T09:46:00.002+11:002008-04-03T09:54:09.310+11:00

i almost have a phone!but i won't have it until next week, because i need some extra aussie ID that i won't have until next week.and then i'll have a phone!which is more exciting because it's gonna be a skype phone, which means i can call folks' skype accounts, and they can call me from theirs, and it's pretty much free/cheap worldwide! to a degree, of course. but it's still exciting. and i'll be

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-17503782539712141592008-04-02T08:13:00.002+11:002008-04-02T08:24:49.523+11:00

i be in melbourne!and the jet lag really isn't all that bad. i mean, it's there a little, but it's really quite bearable. i don't know if it's the fact that we flew "all night" and then woke up in taipei, spent a day, and then flew "all night" again and landed in sydney 9 hours later around 9am, so it's almost sorta realistic, or if it's the homeopathic "JET LAG" stuff damon found. either way,

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-9982778264769530582008-03-24T18:27:00.002+11:002008-03-24T18:30:33.715+11:00

packing packing packing.it's kinda crazy around here right now.very messy. uncovering dust bunnies that could eat your soul.funny how a room seems so much cleaner until you move the furniture -- it's not like there's any more or less dust in there afterwards, you're just suddenly a lot more aware of it.solomon moves to coquitlam tomorrow. i'm sad. very.on the plus side, dinner with ridiculous

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-10278993636077487152008-03-17T14:13:00.002+11:002008-03-17T14:36:04.961+11:00

it has been pointed out that if i didn't post today, i'd pass the two-month point of no new blog posts.thankfully tavie gave me a warning at (b/l)runch. so here we go:i am going to melbourne! i'll be arriving there in just over two weeks. the amount of packing and organising i have yet to do is frightening. i need to make a list of everything i need to print off at work (stealing their printers)

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-45912290820444159892008-01-17T13:38:00.001+11:002008-01-17T13:40:36.008+11:00

today agnes gave me a terrific whack upside the head. and since then, i've been busy with the picky details, and finally feeling like i'm managing to let things go. and then we watched picnicface sketches. i miss mark and late-night peak production nights.we should have gone for lunch so long ago.

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-74317038612121285102007-12-14T16:17:00.000+11:002007-12-14T16:36:57.619+11:00

i've been told to start a music blog.this won't happen, however, because i find music because other cool people post things themselves, and there's no need to double up the internet pollution.feeling a little frustrated right now. feeling a little misunderstood. feeling victim to too much miscommunication. feeling helpless to the whim of my issues. feeling like i've opened pandora's box at the

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-65007097173532509172007-11-28T05:19:00.000+11:002007-11-28T05:27:35.881+11:00

5 is the new 1.months, that is.

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-87566242194533548062007-06-28T16:09:00.000+10:002007-06-28T16:22:23.237+10:00

lordy, it's been more than a month. i'm surprised i haven't been jilted off some folks' links.so..... so. so? so!so between last friday and last sunday, i magically have completed 2 bachelors of arts, and 2 certificates (one that says i know a bunch of stuff, and one that says that i can actually do something). too bad all the work to get those took, oh, a decade (well, for 3 of them at least),

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-14501164641948157342007-05-20T17:38:00.000+10:002007-05-24T16:44:41.274+10:00

it's possible i'm being a little sticky about things. it's possible i'm being a bit of a killjoy. but for fuck's sake, bylaws are bylaws, decisions are decisions, and there's certain things that need to be done. when people try to make accomodations, it's commendable until it becomes a mess, but when it reaches that point, it's no good pointing fingers and going on how it never should have gone

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-593819162002313262007-04-07T11:19:00.000+10:002007-04-11T16:26:42.199+10:00

hi blog!guess it's kinda been boring here lately, what with me neglecting you and all. i've had a zillion great ideas to share with you, but i just never got around to writing them. part of the problem was that i was trying to get around to redesigning you, because it's been near a year that you've looked like this, and we all know that spring's a great time to reinvent yourself. but i'm not

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-53733951847109477272007-03-12T17:11:00.000+11:002007-03-12T17:51:04.953+11:00

catch-up time! not that there's much to catch up with.see, it's been a couple of years, and we all know i'm not one to drink much alcohol, and i guess i just got bored of the feeling of sobriety or something like that, so i went and got myself another concussion again! huzzah! so since last sunday, i've felt dizzy, headachy, somewhat stuttery, sleepy, heady, surreal, and/or bitchy. it's great fun

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-12096466676081251322007-03-02T12:40:00.000+11:002007-03-02T12:52:18.345+11:00

today i became the record-holder for quickest call-in request ever for the oldtime jazz show. what can i say, i had a craving for Nagasaki, and he offered to take requests, and i needed something to distract me while driving...!i just wrote a long email to a friend who's galavanting in south america, the lucky bastard. it was a catch-up email of sorts, the first one since he left. but as i wrote

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-79499342457939252412007-03-01T15:39:00.000+11:002007-03-01T15:40:19.618+11:00

consider this my plea for torrents and buckets and mounds of snow overnight, enough to cancel that whole "going to work" thing. i need time to think.also, i kinda feel like nothing at the moment.

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-77207485308118714022007-02-25T18:39:00.000+11:002007-02-25T18:58:24.253+11:00

on the way home tonight, all i wanted to do was come home and go to sleep, because i'm exhausted (again). it was a struggle to make it all the way to my final bus stop without falling asleep. but i'm a trooper. all i had to do was walk the final 7 blocks and i'd be home, but as i crossed broadway, i noticed a bunch of unmarked police cars, and a set of cones blockading the road south. there was

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-86082243134944312782007-02-19T06:41:00.000+11:002007-02-19T06:44:40.070+11:00

generally i refuse to post silly quiz results. silly quizzes are fun to waste time with, but people generally don't care about it unless they're you.however, this one made me laugh. a lot. so i post it.

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-37431821045876939442007-02-14T19:36:00.000+11:002007-02-14T19:37:06.968+11:00

home again, home again, jiggety jog!

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-61388940119139575302007-02-13T04:12:00.000+11:002007-02-10T01:44:19.493+11:00

i did.london sucks.even if it is nice to waste a day catching up on email and talking to friends i haven't had contact with in awhile.le sigh.

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-10693626638084474252007-02-10T01:35:00.000+11:002007-02-10T01:43:48.165+11:00

so here's a twist you never expected:i missed my flight back to london on wednesday, and am still in southern morocco.unlike the other times that i've missed flights, however, i really didn't mean to this time. but times were closely cut and when i got to the checkin counter (after they dawdled for 15 minutes) they told me that it was too late, they'd closed the checkin 10 minutes ago, oh well!

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-14438445748255822702007-01-21T11:35:00.000+11:002007-01-21T11:45:59.371+11:00

the moroccan king is stalking me.today:- hung out amidst roman ruins, circa 2 or 3 AD; sountrack: birds, crickets, wind, and some school group singing and clapping.- was shot by a martian ray gun. the perpetrator laughed when i fell to the ground in agony. his older sisters did, too.- met friendly folks in moulay idriss, including a quick-talking kid keen to play tour guide, a gracious candy

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-50857504719466041792007-01-20T06:56:00.000+11:002007-01-20T07:15:56.060+11:00

so london happened. and i spent hours fixing rachel's computer, which was finally better the night i left, after nearly a week of installing and reinstalling and cleaning and stuff. yay for being a computer geek (albeit not really like some of you guys). london was surprisingly warm. unsurprisingly not gripping. unsurprisingly a little frustrating. i still haven't been able to wrangle permission

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-60239290285894251762007-01-07T20:09:00.000+11:002007-01-07T20:34:09.844+11:00

clipping cats' toenails really isn't that difficult.maybe i'm going to take tuesday off work afterall. i have more to do than i thought i did.

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-29870681909437832832007-01-04T18:21:00.000+11:002007-01-04T18:43:42.738+11:00

yesterday k&a returned from the land of the french. canadians. a trio met them at the airport. we sat on a ledge wearing silly hats, grooving as we danced the axl rose dance until they noticed us. after waiting for luggage and waiting in lines and losing the hyper to the hungry, we finally got home much later than planned. too late to watch (and sing along to) Singin' in the Rain with its polish

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-45212397290375485552006-12-31T17:47:00.000+11:002006-12-31T19:11:25.143+11:00

i am sick. my grand accomplishments today have included:- drinking 7 cups of tea.- proving to myself that all food tastes mediocre at best when i'm ill.- letting the cat in and out 5 times. he leads an exciting life.- completing 3/4 of a samurai sudoku puzzle. i haven't made a mistake yet.- reading another few chapters of The Master and Marguerita. which continues to be awesome.- catching up on

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-54363649590804766492006-12-26T18:33:00.000+11:002006-12-26T18:35:35.062+11:00

y'know, i always found that this cartoon made me feel sad for the poor guy. he put his all into that frog, and all he did was lose.this list is like an extra christmas gift.and on that note, merry christmas!

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-83159661825712136342006-12-17T22:01:00.000+11:002006-12-17T22:55:24.144+11:00

in the past three (arbitrarily chosen) days i have:- made meals of awesome -- couscous with banana and dates and spices, salad with pear and dressing of papaya, and an omelete that was as fluffy as can be (yay gas ovens).- decided that i'm subconsciously working towards my secret goal to make a meal that tastes as good as fuzzy peach candies.- made (and drank the majority of) two cartons-worth of

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-58446469893864596602006-11-28T05:07:00.000+11:002006-11-28T05:15:20.912+11:00

in order to stay on par with the last while, i need to post at least two more times before the month ends. this probably won't be difficult, as ther's a myriad of things i could post about. but for now, guess what!!!it's snowing.... just like it has been all weekend.... and it's lovely.the only sad part of it all is that i'm not working at SFU anymore, which means that i don't get a snow day. i

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1163282849401988562006-11-12T09:07:00.000+11:002006-11-12T09:07:29.606+11:00

each time i hurt myself in some retarded way i always feel a little bit weaker. but not necessarily old. you know what does make me feel old?the fact that i'm moisturizing my skin. regularly.that makes me feel old.

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1160896625064131682006-10-15T17:17:00.000+10:002006-10-15T17:17:05.113+10:00

here's something i never knew existed. thank you google video!The Brothers Quay present The Cabinet of Jan Svankmajeri've only ever seen one film by the brothers quay, at last year's film festival. it was possibly one of my favourite ones of the year. can't really tell you what it was about, though, i wasn't really sure afterwards. but it was beautiful. and it makes perfect sense that they'd have

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1160115718691426282006-10-06T16:21:00.000+10:002006-10-06T16:21:59.040+10:00

today two different people on two different buses asked me if i was a teacher. when i said no, they told me i should become one, because i looked like one.absolute strangers may have now given my life meaning.also, i love my russian constructivism prof. because he is french. because he runs off on tangents all the time. because he throws in non-sequitors that really totally relate, you just have

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1159733354944110452006-10-02T06:09:00.000+10:002006-10-02T06:38:52.746+10:00

elephant!i've spent way too many hours watching this now. yet somehow, watching elephants and impalas drinking water doesn't get boring.(from the nkorho stream.)

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yesterday we were talking about bad moods, the kind where you're wrapped up in your own perspectives, and someone in front of you makes a sudden turn or stands still because they're thinking of their own thing, and you walk into them or barely miss them because you had no warning, and it just pisses you off because that person is so wrapped up in themselves that they're completely oblivious that

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1159422596759006682006-09-28T08:57:00.000+10:002006-09-28T15:49:56.810+10:00

this morning i had a dream that i was at work and my boss had punted a bunch of medicine balls or some sort of heavy-laden balls up into the ceiling framework. one of them fell down and hit me on the head. he was really apologetic about it, but it didn't hurt too much, just made me feel a little fuzzy. he told me i could either get worker's comp because of the accident, or i could have a bunch of

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1159037629317670962006-09-24T04:53:00.000+10:002006-09-24T04:53:49.450+10:00

at the minneapolis airport, as you drive towards it from saint paul, there's this sign at the side of the road. when i first saw it, i honestly thought my mind was making things up. but i wasn't. so on the way to depart the lovely country of america, i had to snap a photo of it:creepy.

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1158649652087484472006-09-19T17:07:00.000+10:002006-09-19T17:07:32.196+10:00

no more surgery. i'm bored of it. gotta find something new to pass my time. anaesthesiologist didn't prove herself to be better than the last guy. especially not with leaving me a hugely swollen back-of-the-hand that's gonna turn into a beautiful bruise. in fact, that's the part of me that hurts the most right now. that is why i'm taking advils. dr anderson's bedside manner was awesome, though, a

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1157779450451987842006-09-09T15:24:00.000+10:002006-09-09T15:24:10.553+10:00

i know i don't have the time, but i still wish i were volunteering for the vancouver film fest this year just for the guide. after scrolling through the pdf'd guide, i've picked out a mere 27 films that i want to see. only allowing myself to skim. and not allowing myself to pick ones that i suspect would get a wider release later on.on the plus side, once the schedule's printed, that'll narrow it

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1157260670844152602006-09-03T15:17:00.000+10:002006-09-03T15:17:58.666+10:00

1. my glasses just broke. this means i'm effectively blind for the next three days, unless i decide to wear the frames without one arm, causing migraines. this ain't cool.2. i just sent an email to someone i haven't spoken to in two years. haven't spoken to because of giant rifts that occurred between us. haven't spoken to because the last time we did communicate, i was told in no uncertain terms

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1156278169674027632006-08-23T06:08:00.000+10:002006-08-25T00:19:28.930+10:00

you know what irks me? when people use the word that sounds like "peek" in writing, but can't spell it correctly. here:peak: the top or tapering point [of a mountain, of a whipping cream cloud, a ship's stern, whatever], or SFU's student newspaper.peek: to glance furtively or quickly.pique: to provoke, or to cause a feeling of indignation.now use them correctly!thank you dictionary.com for being

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1155224224744222042006-08-11T01:17:00.000+10:002006-08-12T01:02:24.446+10:00

1. i found a store that carries arizona lemon iced tea. i'm now this much more content in the world.2. i'm at ritchie bros for this month. i don't think i've remembered to mention that yet. not that i've been posting. but it's fun. i'm paid to drive around, listen to music, go shopping with company money, and do the picky errands that everyone else is too busy to do. i'm enjoying it. but it's

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1155045468076650482006-08-08T23:57:00.000+10:002006-08-08T23:57:48.206+10:00

yup, we're taking it! 17th and windsor. there won't be a giant party a la honey house to housewarm, but there'll be something i'm sure. you're all invited. then you too can gaze at the pretty tilings with awe and glee.today i go to the opera with my mother. and while i'm sure i'll enjoy it, sitting in dark places listening to some tenor singing words i don't understand generally makes me a little

sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098879345064997815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3050903.post-1154989853127296882006-08-08T08:30:00.000+10:002006-08-08T08:30:53.236+10:00

i think we have a new home. it's tiny. and i don't know what i'll do with half my stuff right now. but it's nice.

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it's either ed wood films or dada vaudvillian theatre and short films this friday night. i honestly don't know which one to go with yet. both look like fun. one is definitely cheaper. but do i care? see, i just don't know!who's interested in either one?

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[if i wrote it all out, i'd probably be a bitch, so it's in shorthand, and dull as all hell. enjoy!]5 frustrating things:- "it wasn't me", particularly when it's not really about a one-time problem. (yes, diego, i do understand that frustration)- dirty dishes- meetings meetings meetings, especially on thursday, when i was going to go away- "no cats allowed"- the inability to even try to think of

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so it turns out that i may be one of the lucky 10% of women to have this. endometriosis. how fun! unfortunately the only way to properly diagnose it is to have a laparoscopy, involving scopes in my abdomen, which, as you can imagine, i am thrilled about.in the meantime, however, i've been put on this:Provera. not to be confused with Depo-Provera, which involves needles and spends a long time in

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for the last month i've been spending (wasting?) a lot of time watching the FIFA world cup. but as of today, it's over. suddenly, i'm going to have more time, but i can assure you already that i won't even know it, and it'll quickly be filled up by something new. in fact, i'm already on my way doing that -- my planner for this week is already booked up by trivial and not-so-trivial events that

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a few days ago a friend of mine was playing a game, of sorts, as we talked. he was imagining what it would feel like to be me, judging by my posture, my comments, and my appearance, rather than projecting his reality onto me. (we both like to think and over-analyse, life is more fun when the little things become monstrous.)so, what's it like to be me right now, then? i baited him with a certain

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if i said that i'd been meaning to blog for the last few weeks, would you care?this morning my hair was absolutely perfect, if i'd been a 17-year-old depressed emo guy. if i were, i'd probably have written a miserable poem and posted it on my livejournal, too. however, as i'm not any of those adjectives, i pulled it back into pigtails instead, and played the 6-year-old carefree youngun.it seemed

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today was a good day. there wasn't a lot accomplished. but a lot of milling about. all in all, rather lovely. rather than a real post, however, i'll put up a picture from today's poorly-named, possibly-overdone, commercial drive festival. it seems to sum up a lot of what's been going on for me lately. in full metaphorical manner.

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not dead. just busy.and in ottawa! national c/c radio conference is this week. starts today. schedule's insane, but intriguing. since arriving here, i've walked a lot, gotten a tan again, gone through the parliament buildings having inappropriate conversations the whole time, sat in on question period in the house of commons (the infantile namecalling and answering-without-answering felt so

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[a short list of]things that don't happen often enough after childhood- feet so wet they squeak when you walk- yelling at the top of your lungs for no good reason(unless being rescued from forced standing-by-a-tree-because-you-were-told-to is a good reason)- dirty, mud-stained jeans- fogged-up glasses- taunting relative strangers while not actually being an ass(it's all fun and games 'til someone

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playing with sodaconstructor while this music plays in the background feels very creepy, and possibly something that would be in an eclectic french film, as some tiny creatures are slowly tortured to death.now i almost feel a little queasy. but not quite.

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yesterday, while driving from victoria to the schwartz bay ferry terminal, i asked my mom to tell me a story about her dad (who died when i was 1). she ended up telling me about every place she lived, probably because that's the easiest way for her to tell it. in the end, it wasn't so much about him as it was about her picking up and moving every few months, but always being excited about it.

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it's been awhile since i played cricket. alas, i'm away this weekend, so it will continue to be awhile since i've played cricket. but maybe it won't be for you! rob (aka guy in the cow/scary clown suit) is starting Saturdays in the Park. if you're cool, you're invited.are you cool?

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CATCH-UP TIME!and the easiest way to catch up is with lists! so:1. school's done. one class left, and then i have a bunch of degrees. that's fun. whether they'll get me a job is a different story.2. work's done. that's a relief. i'll miss some people, i'll miss parts of the job, but i'm looking forward to something new.3. because it seemed like a good idea (and financially viable) i was going to

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DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE!very tired.and still have to finish SFSS stuff. and have to get a new computer. but so far the old one's been on for 30 minutes, and honestly, that's pretty impressive.and you know what? i have nothing interesting to say. after peter and i talked about myspace and blogs and livejournals and i stated my prejudices against livejournal for all to know and we both admitted to

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okidoke. these are as final as they're going to be tonight. so here we go! ordered from last to first (including the ones further down) if you're scrolling downwards:if you have no idea what's going on, this is the final project for my art class: analyse something and either write about it, or make art about it! i chose the latter. this is what i'm analysing.what's above and below this is the

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to quote daniel from over a week ago:Moten's not-words are like burning arrows through my very sould.The D is for disgust.i'm through with his not-words now, though!if i don't pay attention when i'm typing in an internet address, i'll automatically type in images.google.ca at this point. i can't wait to leave the house . . .

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if you were staying up all night here to work on final assignments like the two of us, you'd get a lotus sticky bun too!cat's not working. cat gets no sticky bun.

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one down, three to go, and then some typing, too!

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use them wisely, use them welland you'll never know the hellof loneliness!ed played it toDay on the radio. i got funny looks while i sAng along in the car. and then it got stuck in my head all eVening. so now i share It with you! D.there was a carnival today. i say success. not like arts county fair, no, but it wasn't supposed to be like that at all. note to future event planners: people like

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i was busy writing about how blogs are strangely passive aggressive ways to be friends with people; how i know more about people i've never met then i do about one of my oldest friends; how i stop hearing about parts of peoples' lives because the "important stuff" has been posted, so why discuss that?; how i chatted about things i already knew with someone i only sort of know because i didn't

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1) have a listen to luxuria music if you're bored at work. your co-workers will likely go mad. i think it's wonderful, though -- i've never gotten to listen to so much cheezy exotica music on an ongoing basis before. sometimes it gets a little boring in the evenings, but generally it's good. so good that i've decided to donate to them. even though i have very little money to my name at the moment

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daniel pulled me from my enjoyment of sports night and bad-fanfic-mockery (so long since i last read it, and it hasn't gotten any better)..."Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore."...to tell me amazing news. now, if amazing means bizarre,

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(i know it's old news, i know i knew it years back, i don't care. it's a cheer-y'all-up post.)i wanted to put a clip from "Sweden, Heaven and Hell" here, but it doesn't seem to exist online (yet). so imagine a scene of lesbian BDSM (apparently the scene for which this song was first written) with . . .oh muppets, the levels you had!

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also^6:this is for you!s'only there for a week OR a certain number of downloads, so first come first serve!

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tonight's dinner: steamed green beans, turnip, and carrots, homemade beef stew, homemade fries, and homemade french onion soup.this is one reason why i'm content to stay in coquitlam awhile longer.also:today in the waiting room i shared a mutual appreciation (love?) for q-tips. both of us agree, you just can't feel clean until the insides of your ears are clean too!also also:i never realised it

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good day, bad day. got to chat with rahul for the first time in months. got to talk to dj buttertart in not-quite-as-long-a-time. only had to have one tylenol -- this whole "rest" thing might actually be useful, y'know? got (sought) assurances that it's okay to be resting still. found aspects of myself through television shows. did some work. realised i'm very behind in something i didn't even

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new layout. after more than 2 years. it's not bug-free outside explorer yet, sorry, but it's there as much as it'll be, and agnes is here now. so more later.in honour of the new layout:

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just over two years ago, this happened.and wasn't that so much fun! in my mind i was up and doing things a couple days after the surgery. apparently that wasn't the case, though. which has honestly surprised me.so this time! this time, SO much better. despite getting extremely upset and terrified beforehand. and while waiting at the hospital. and waiting while they slipped some other patient in

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i'm scared about tuesday. really scared. so scared that i can't really sleep well anymore. so scared that i'm having nightmares, which are not very common for me. like, less than 7 in my whole life uncommon. but this morning was super fun -- two in a row! one of them was the vague, no-reason-for-it scary sort of dream. but the other one was just fucked up.i was in some place that was vaguely

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rebecca shared some deep, dark secrets about herself. i should be writing a paper right now. consequently, i felt it only fair to take a moment to share some things about myself. SO!Ten Top Trivia Tips about Sarah! In a pinch, the skin from a shark can be used as sarah.If you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn into sarah!Sarah is 984 feet tall.Koalas sleep for 22 hours a day

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GUESS WHAT!!!

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look, it's me. no, it's not a picture. it's test results. strangely, they don't use the word "flighty". or "flaky".speaking of which. yesterday i spent too long at eagle ridge hospital. it was for preadmissions x-rays. their machine was being fixed, so i spent 45 minutes (after filling out forms) pacing about trying to calm myself and doing everything i could to not think of needles and IVs and

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online library book renewals are one of the better inventions of the past decade.thank you, internet.

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we finally have a new website!

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i've scratched 4 scratch'n'win tickets in my life -- christmas presents. i've bought 1 lotto ticket -- on a whim. i gambled once and lost bigtime and learned my lesson.after yesterday afternoon, though, i know so much about BC gambling and licensing rules... how useful!

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i was supposed to go see animal collective tonight. i really wanted to. but march 1 crept up on me and it was only as i was leaving school today that i realised that february was over and the concert was tonight.too bad, because i have big projects due tomorrow.so instead of doing something fun, i've spent all evening staring at an article and trying to make sense of it. and listening to cecil

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cutting poles, cutting branch, melon! ... spirals ... constant -- sooooooooooong.why do i try to choose the hardest thing to analyse for class? why oh why oh why?but now for procrastination: these come at a funny time, especially given a conversation i had last night all about wanting (or needing) to know what other people actually think of me. it's a little hard to do, honestly, because it's

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i've never seen these with my own eyes. obviously, then, i have to go back to france to take my own photos of them!i've been postponing writing something here not because i've been busy, necessarily, but because i don't really know how to write it yet. last week, even this week (so far) have been tough. last week got better by midweek, but at one point it dawned on me that if i'd said what i was

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recently i realised that i have free canadian long distance on my phone plan. which suddenly makes my sister seem so much closer. especially when i'm wandering around Superstore looking for elusive 2006 calendars.talking with rebecca was nice.when i got to agnes' place she was watching in her shoes with her mom. so i joined in and felt a strange kinship with the characters because i'd just

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when i was in las alpujarras in spain, i got a ride with an amazing woman. she was playing some music that she said was performed at or as a memorial to albert schweitzer. it was a collaborationg between a german somethingorother bach choir and african singers, and the music was a meld of bach-style counterpoint classical sounds and traditional african harmonies and rhythms. i can't figure out

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Dérive:La Dérive, a French concept meaning an aimless walk, probably through city streets, that follows the whim of the moment.French philosopher and Situationist Guy Debord used this idea to try and convince readers to revisit the way they looked at urban spaces. Rather than being prisoners to their daily route and routine, living in a complex city but treading the same path every day, he urged

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if you're able to explain Piercean Semiotics, i'd greatly appreciate the help. soon. before thursday afternoon, if possible.firstness, secondess, thirdness, ahoj!

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notes from conversations earlier today:- security is not necessarily ideal; sometimes it's avoidance- enlightenment is not necessarily the road to security or success- "opening doors" is all well and good, but if they're not leading to what you really want, what's the point?- valentine's day is the perfect day to discuss divorce- unless you're a close friend, never eat my food without my

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i'm burning cds. they're not mix-cds, because the purpose of them is quantity, not wondrous mixing skills, and straight data-cds hold more music. that said, seeing as i'm burning a bunch right now, if you want one, write me with your mailing address and i can burn one more to drop in the mail. just for you!!!it's a collection of songs i like, mixed with a few things that i promised to send to

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there need to be more people up about about at 8am on a sunday.that, or i need a car.

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doing half of features for the peak last night reminded me just how much i loved layout. and how much i still love it. and the late nights on fridays with a random group of weirdos.good times.and then, having missed the last bus, i went to sleep at kevin's place until the skytrain started running again. except that i couldn't sleep. so i played crib with him and his flatmate and discussed many

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2.5 years ago i was in a clothing store in camden town, and i heard a song that i decided i wanted to have for my own. so i scribbled down the chorus to search for later, because everyone who worked there looked way too cool for my blood, and would certainly have had me escorted out for having the gall of even asking them a question. found out what the song was. searched for it.today, 2.5 years

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1. yes. i'm back in canada now. and jet lagged. for it is 6am, and i've been up and about for 2 hours now. even though i only went to sleep at 11. i enjoy jet lag, to be honest.2. this is the flag for nunavut:a random google search brought back a page that showed all canadian flags, including that one. it made me realise that i've never seen it before, and had never realised that yes, even

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happy rabbit rabbit day!

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i don't think i've remembered to mention this:i saw flamingoes in spain, walking around in some salt lakes. they looked just like they do in the cartoons.funny birds.

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back in granada. i keep not leaving. ian and xoana are wonderful. after a conversation in broken spanish and broken english, i´ve spread rumours about canadian crossdressers. i´m sorry, drag´s a difficult thing to explain across languages.was on the coast. camped beneath the stars. no andalusian bears ate me. an andalusion rat ate my yogurt, though. no words can describe how amazing it was to be

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catchups:went to Leeds to visit kate. we made a ceramic copy of my hand. it broke, but rachel kept the thumb. we spent hours in a book store and went to Betty´s, where utensils clinked on china and servers wore fancy dancy outfits and everyone was upper middleclass and white and there was an old man playing piano for our listening pleasure. discussed pop culture and movies and kate proved again

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