how stupid it is for me to want to go bowling? why on earth would i want to participate in an activity which requires that innocent people watch my ass? i'm very, very cruel.
in other news, i've booked off a week and a day in the latter part of september. i'll spend some of that time with mom for her birthday, and the rest is all mine. good, something to look forward to.
holy crap. i just realized this is a long weekend coming up. good thing i realized or i'd have tried coming to work on monday.
so, it's okay that i ate cookies and salad for dinner last night, right? they were birthday cookies, if that makes any difference. birthday cookies heather made for me which just arrived in a really mangled box with other cool presents (like a new jersey keychain, hang-loose pin, a novel, picture of and card from rowan, an assortment of novelty condoms (is that a hint?) and, the piece de resistance... a blue wig!). that makes them just as healthy as the salad. right? stop looking at me like that.
birthday presents a month after your birthday rock! i forgot to upload the picture i took of me with my blue hair, so you'll just have to wait to see how cool i am until i get home tonight. now i have to find one of those wig mannequins so it will keep its shape (and i can fix the crystal carrington bangs action it has going on). yay! blue hair! i'm giddy!
it feels far too frantic for it to be only ten o'clock. not that i've gotten any work accomplished, but it seems to be turning out to be a combination "consult heather about web projects/get heather to do crap word processing" day. joy!
recent events have brought to my attention just how non-touchy most of my relationships with people are. there's very little hugging, leaning, hair-touching, kissing, hand-holding, back-slapping or knee-sitting in my circles. i've been trying to wade through my memories to see if it's me or them. other than hugs here and there, there are serious non-touching vibes. maybe it's the fact that i'm really hesitant to invade anyone's personal space without very, very clear indications that it's all right so i project a "don't touch me" aura for myself. mm. something else to work on, i guess.
i've done very little in the way of actual work today. i've futzed with the archives and cleaned up some old posts which didn't look right with the new layout. made another popup image display (how do i love andrea's script? let me count the ways!) of some older pictures. now it's finally near enough to lunchtime that i can consider nuking my sloppy joe concoction and reading my book for a while. it's looking like this afternoon will be spent messing with yabb. i'm not quite sure if i'm happy about that or not. ask me after lunch.
by the way, even with browsing new blogs with hot-or-not, the internet is fucking boring lately. fix that, will you?
just in case any of you have forgotten, i've been smoke-free for five months now (or hereabouts as i don't remember the exact date i stopped smoking but it was near the end of february). five months! that's an accomplishment of some sort, i'd say... especially considering half my friends smoke like fucking chimneys.
i think my time is just about up. i can feel it creeping ever closer. this morning, i kept looking over my shoulder, certain that the piper was waiting there to be paid. every day, i travel the same stretch of road and every day, i speed. i go well over the posted speed limit, traffic permitting. i've been lucky so far, but i almost feel the long arm of the law hovering just out of sight, waiting for the perfect moment to spring it's awful, radar trap.
this morning, paranoia set in. every minivan with blacked out windows was a ghost car. every exit and alley harboured a cruiser eager to pounce.
but i didn't slow down.
if they're going to catch me, i'm going to be speeding as if my life depends on reaching mach one. i'm going to be flying like the wind, my little geo nearly breaking apart from the g-forces inflicted upon it, all three cylinders near the melting point. ahh... yeah, try and catch me, copper! fifty-five horses under the hood and i'm unstoppable!
ahem. err, yeah. i think i need to switch to decaf.
i really didn't want to put a link up. i really didn't, but it's a requirement of registration so it's not my fault. i thought that if you stumbled across me there you'd think it was some sort of mistake or you would be amused at my stealth. those bastards are forcing me into it...
how hot (or not) am i?
so, yeah. i stole a bunch of different ideas from a bunch of different websites, threw them all together and this is what i came up with. if anything breaks, please let me know.
i had this amazing two-hour nap this afternoon. i slept so hard it took me a good hour to stop feeling like i was drunk after actually rolling myself off the futon. it was great! that's not even taking into consideration the dreams i had. wow. they were even better. although, i think i may get my ass kicked by someone's girlfriend if i ever divulge any details.
bowling last night was a bust (but i won the one game we played), but only 'cause the place sucked and no one wanted to go the distance to find a better place. drinks & snacks at subeez was great (carly pope of popular fame was sitting a couple tables down from us. i tried to get pictures of her, but she moves her head a ridiculous amount when she talks so they all came out blurry). walking up and down granville people-watching and looking in store windows was even better. despite the lackluster bowling experience, it turned into a great night with new friends. i think i could get to like this getting to know new people gig. pictures will be posted whenever i feel like it, btw.
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while washing my hair this morning, with my new wild strawberry shampoo ($1.69!), i wondered how it is that pretty, coloured liquids (like my bright red shampoo) become white when lathered. is this something the chemists have done in the lab knowing that most people won't believe they're getting clean without pure white later or is it a curious property of lathering products? it made me wonder if the multi-coloured soap that oozes from the soapbrush at the wand-wash i went to on saturday is defective somehow for being shades of pink and yellow. i think it would be pretty damn cool to be lathering up with bright purple or blue bubbles.
hey, do bubbles glow under black lights? now there's some interesting possibilities!
tonight has been blissfully cool in chez hessie as compared to every other evening this week. just five degrees cooler and i'm a not-so-lean, mean, cleaning machine. the dishes are done, the laundry is laundered, the big brother pile is finally finished being boxed up, the carpet is vacuumed (that was a bonus brought on by two pounds of rice being accidentally spilled in the kitchen), horizontal surfaces have been decluttered, and dinner was cooked. it feels so much better to be both cool and in a clean apartment again. i think i may even have a good night's sleep tonight! zzz...
this is a slow-starting day. it's almost time for me to go get something for lunch, but i'm just now starting to wake up. of course, it's my own damn fault for staying out so late.
after road to perdition, en route to take karen home to kits, we took a detour through stanley park and wandered around second beach a while. i swung on the swings, took a couple of pictures and fell off a curb with a resounding thud and gratitude it was dark so no one could see how much i blushed for embarrassment. on the way across the bridge home, i caught a glimpse of the full moon rising above the city & reflecting in the harbour. i just had to find a place to photograph it (if i could have, i would have stopped in the middle of the bridge and taken the shot). i drove to ambleside, but that was too low and by the time i got to higher ground the moon had risen enough to shrink, ruining the effect. i was not pleased. i was even less pleased that i had to go home to my hotbox of an apartment. the night was so lovely and cool. i very nearly kept driving just to be outside.
today, i'm being ginger with my knees, neck and back to make sure that i a) didn't do any damage with my fall; and, b) don't exacerbate any such damage. plus i'm exhausted for not getting to bed until after midnight. it's all very wrong, this working thing. i need a sabbatical.
now that my car isn't smelly, i'm infused with a false sense of security concerning it's mechanical soundness. this is making me dream of road trips. oddly enough, it's making me dream of road trips to the island. i want to go to buchart gardens and take pictures of blanchard elementary where i spent second grade. i wonder if there is still a park across the street from the apartment building i lived in? i want to find that little country store where mom would take me for bubble gum ice cream cones. i want to, finally, stop at goldstream park. i want to go to my favourite spot on the entire island to commune with the otters and walk the rocks. i want to go to sooke because i like the way it sounds. i want to go to gabriola and get back into touch with the place where i was conceived. i want to have lunch at fast eddie's and play "brown eyed girl" on the juke box. who's coming with me?
i put together a little week in review. enjoy it.
there's a 70-foot crane outside my window right now. it's getting awfully close as i type this. they're doing something with the air-conditioning unit on the roof which is making the drop ceiling rattle something fierce.
as i watch the crane extend, rotate, lean in closer and hear the rattling get louder, closer, then stop all-together, i start to imagine catastrophy. what if the roof isn't strong enough to support the equipment they're moving about? i'm mentally preparing myself for a thousand-pound piece of machinery to come crashing down on my head. or what if the crane malfunctions and it comes through the window? would i be able to live with disfiguring scars?
this is how my mind works. if i die while sitting here at my desk, i think, someone will find my keys and go to my apartment to dispose of my possessions. what will they find in that apartment? a week's worth of undone (but rinsed and stacked) dishes, a purple vibrator, cob-webs, a dirty shower, a shelf & a half of un- or half-read books, two boxes of craft supplies, 13 years of tax returns, two ounces of vanilla vodka in the freezer, a jar full of dum-dums, handcuffs & a choke-chain, five watches, an un-viewed copy of bambi, a large directory of pornography, seven half-empty bottles of shampoo, bowling shoes, dust, an un-made bed a video tape with yoga, half of felicity and meet my folks on it.
i really should do those dishes tonight. i'd hate for anyone to think i was a slob.
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some of these really surpised me. regardless, thanks for coming back!
1. i love my camera!
2. i love my mechanic for doing whatever he inadvertently did to make the burning smell go away.
3. i love peanut butter & strawberry jam in the mornings
i love andrea and would gladly have her babies for her amazing generosity and general kickassedness. thank you, lady!
in other news, i noticed on the drive to work this morning that my odometer read 164,444, which i thought was really cool since 4 + 4 + 4 + 4 = 16. when i told jeremy about that, he called me a dork. gee, thanks.
there will be a trip to the farm market today so i can have a nice, cool salad for dinner as it's supposed to be blisteringly hot today. actually, i should go now or i won't get there. anybody want anything?
reason #39,393,012 why i should never be allowed to write poetry:
terrible bleating ewes gather,
as a gaggle, nit-picking
slack fashion sense while their collagen
slowly sinks to their toes
today, i'm lightening the load.
so far, i've sorted through two of three shelving units and i have three boxes of books and a bag of stuffed animals to be rid of. next, i will tackle the closets and probably end up throwing out the old pc chassis i've had in sitting in there for the last two years "just in case" i figured out which of the motherboard or cpu was damaged and got around to fixing it.
the closets also represents the boxes of momentos i will have to go through. this will be the toughest job. what do i keep? anything? specific items? one from each era, one from each person or do i unilaterally chuck it all?
you know, i think i need a bottle of wine to go with this task. how appropriate that i have to go the l.c. to get more boxes later.
update: click for graphic examples of my accomplishment.
at metropolis a couple of week ago, while waiting for karen to show up so we could see men in black ii, i watched as brian burke wandered aimlessly back and forth in front of the very same escalators i was loitering in front of. i was tempted to ask him if i could get some cool canuck swag because it was my birthday, but i didn't have the noive.
while driving to work this morning, i passed ian tracey driving his black toyota 4-runner to location somewhere in the south burnaby area. i wasn't one-hundred percent sure who he was at first (i originally thought it was martin cummins from dark angel), but the "davinci" set arrow gave me the nudge i needed to properly place him.
it's amazing how many neat things you see when you actually leave your apartment!
the evening started out with a far-too-fucking-perky waitress trying not to make me feel bad for sitting alone in a restaurant reading a book while i waited for my "friend" to join me. then progressed into presents (colene gave me redemption of althalus and survival of the prettiest: the science of beauty for my birthday -- isn't she the coolest?), food and gossip. then came the meeting strangers part:
richard is much taller than i expected him to be, so is mark (who doesn't sound anything like i imagined). david still reminds me of craig and i can't help but wonder if that is why i liked him as soon as we started talking. ritchie is hilarious and has the cutest dimples. greg intrigued me for unknown reasons. unfortunately, i didn't get a chance to talk to lauren or steve at all, but i did have a few moments with callie while we waited to pay our tab and kent before he left for another engagement. tina is adorable and funny -- it's no wonder all the boys like her. i'm forgetting several people, but i'm old, so it's okay.
all in all it was a good night and an even better experience. i'm so used to these meetings of net.people taking place in foreign locales that to have it happen in my own back yard is slightly disconcerting. i hope our group mirror shot turned out because most of my pictures didn't. i'll probably post some of the clearer ones when i get home later. or maybe i won't, like i hope they won't post any of the photos of me (i looked like crap).
p.s. sorry for the postcard dissing, derrick. it was in my mailbox when i got home last night. thank you!
p.p.s. we're (derrick, colene & i) are planning on going bowling next friday (july 26th). if anyone is interested in joining the fun, let one of us know!
do not go see reign of fire. save your $5-13 dollars for something else. please, for the love of all that is good in the world, do not waste it on this movie.
while lying in bed last night, i began mentally cataloguing the things i want to get rid of, and i realized that it would make me feel a little less angsty about losing these treasures of my past if i could get token amounts of money for them. i don't know why, but it seems that if i could see people actually deciding that they want what i once held dear for their very own, it would make the transition a little easier on me. so... i'm going to see about having a yard sale!
of course, i don't have enough stuff on my own for a decent sale, so i thought that i'd slip notes under my neighbours' doors to gauge the interest of having a building yard sale. i'm a little timid about it as i've never talked to most of them before and i'm a notoriously bad event planner; but i think it's a great idea! i hope they do, too.
p.s. i really don't want to work today!
i just ordered tickets to see great big sea in september! yay! i haven't been to a show in forever, this is going to kick major ass. i'm going to offer to take meghan as a very early birthday present. if she doesn't want to go (which i doubt), then i'll take karen.
wow, look at all the exciting things in september i have to look forward to... school, another week off, and now gbs! *wiggle*
with the way i feel this morning, i'm seriously questioning whether last night was worth it. ugh.
on top of exhaustion, i lifted for the first time in at least three weeks yesterday so most of my major muscles are ouchy. i'm okay if i don't move; too bad even yawning makes me wince. that will teach me to get off my routine for so long.
the blog meetup is tomorrow. tomorrow! actually, i'm surprisingly un-concerned about it all. i hope the few people i'd really like to meet show up, other than that i know that friends i've already made will be in attendance so it won't be a complete waste of time.
i really hate it when i start a day off with a headache. especially a tuesday. they're bad enough on their own without any added pain and suffering.
so, yeah, my water bottle sprung a leak in my bag this morning, turning it into a brita-filtered swimming pool for my pens, notebook, novel and glasses. i didn't even know until i was halfway from the parking lot to my office. i felt a little bit of wet on my thigh and thought maybe i'd brushed up against a dewy hedge out front, until i realized it was getting wetter. i held the bag away from me, looked at the bottom and watched as juicy droplets splooshed to the floor. fuck. oh well, maybe that will help get rid of the smirnoff ice residue from last summer's container spill at alki beach.
dear searchers:
i thank you kindly for inflating my stats, but to all of you who arrive here searching for giraffes, albinos, sex, fuck and any combination thereof, i'm very sorry to disappoint. i admit the title of this site is devious and can cause confusion. it has very little to do with the inane ramblings of the author or the author herself, who is neither a giraffe, albino, fucker nor any combination thereof (although "fucker" might be debated by those in the know).
for your convenience, a short list of definitive sites which may be more to your liking:
have a nice day,
heather
this is a typical saturday night for me:
i've come to the conclusion that i'm never going to have sex again*. no, really. and not in a "woe is me, no one will ever want to have sex with me" kind of way. more like a "i don't want to have sex with anyone", "i think i should be celibate" way.
there are a lot of reasons, but mostly i think it boils down to two things:
- i don't need the hassle. seriously! think about it, for the average schmoe who doesn't have people throwing themselves at them begging to get naked & sweaty, the hunt for someone to get naked & sweaty with is a time-consuming business. there are so many other things i can do with my time instead of fretting over whether or not so-and-so would want to fuck me. i can have an orgasm pretty much any time i want one without anyone else's participation. why put myself through that what-if hell? screw that (not literally), i'm going to put that energy towards more noble pursuits.
- i'm not very fond of being naked with company. most of the time, i don't like the way my body looks clothed, let alone naked. but, i'm getting better about it, or i'm good at ignoring the fact since i spent about 95% of my time at home unclothed. but with someone else? naked? where they can see me? possibly in daylight? *shudder* i don't think so. there's hope that one day i'll be over this impediment of mine, but for the time being i'm using it as a means to sustain my celibacy. it works for me.
*okay, i shouldn't say never. if i'm lucky, i'll meet someone before i die with whom i feel that overwhelming desire to share bodily fluids. if i'm even luckier, it will be something far more than chemicals driving us to ravenous thrusting. but, if i'm not so lucky, then i'll have had lots of practice not, um, thrusting. hrm.
on second thought: is it considered sex if i get someone else off?
on third thought: i can't help but think i wouldn't be so willing to shuck off the idea of sex with a partner if i'd ever had truly great sex with someone else. i'm not blaming anyone, i just think it's been better for them than for me. just a thought.
it makes me ridiculously happy that i managed to successfully complete the fireworks mx tutorial and the final product looks exactly as it should. i wish someone had told me about this sooner! of course, now that i can do what i needed done to continue with that design i mentioned, i don't think i like the idea anymore. it pisses me off because i really do want to make a change, i just can't think of what i want to change to.
in other news, i went to the used book store at lunch and got four books for ten dollars. four books for ten dollars. that doesn't happen very often, i'm right chuffed about it.
tonight is dinner out with my daddy. i was going to tell you about the guy in the elevator with us last night who smiled at me when dad got out and it was both neat and a little creepy, but it didn't sound as interesting typed out as it did in my head so i deleted it. too bad for you. oh, wait. i guess i told you anyway.
it's been an odd sort of day. i really do believe i'm allergic to flourescent lights. is that possible? then why else do i get woozie in the afternoons? no, it couldn't possibly my death-stare at the computer for eight hours. don't look at me like that. stop it! don't make me tell mom!
after work, i'm taking sandy to pick up her car, picking karen up to take her to the airport, dropping off dad's cheque at his apartment, (hopefully) buying a new smartmedia card for the camera and then finally going home to corn on the cob and a hunk of watermelon. gee, i can't wait to spend another night in my 33°c apartment. whee! fuck global warming, it's not supposed to be this hot this early in the summer.
maybe i'll stay at the airport a while taking pictures and soaking up the air conditioning. mmm, pictures. i hope they don't arrest me.
for months i've been meaning to write about how i hate being pursued by men. i didn't when it was topical because, well, i was being semi-stalked and i didn't want to talk about it. i'm getting ready to now. but i probably won't. like that near-lesbian experience i almost had in college i mentioned and then never expounded upon. god, i'm such a tease. how do you stand me?
by the way, if i ever find someone with mad photoshop skillz to help me with something, i'll be launching a redesign in the next little while. don't get your hopes up (or down), my interest in this current idea will probably wane the longer it takes me to post it. not much holds my interest lately.
so, um, big brother 3 starts tonight and i, um, was wondering if i'm, like, the only person even remotely, uh, excited about it.
i'm a picture taking fool!
i'm wearing my new underwear today. i love the pretty little blue flowers on them.
for most of the day i've felt like complete ass. my head was in serious pain and it was only getting worse. i was so miserable i even cancelled plans to go bowling (bowling!) with col tonight. after snarfing an extra-strength bufferin from someone, i'm feeling a lot more human, but since i believe this is the beginnings of a bug most foul, i'm going to go straight home to rest up instead of rescheduling (sorry, col!). tonight will be all about the baked potato and sauted mushrooms i'm going to whip up for dinner, reading, messing about online and maybe, just maybe, going to get another shot for my super-secret photo essay project. ack, i have to phone karen, as well.
sometimes i'm amazed by what i get my knickers in a knot about. i was talking about my transgendered friend with col (thrice mentioned in one post!) today and i told her how i thought he was more shocked that i was so blase about his news when it broke than i was about the news itself. it really didn't phase me in the least that my girl friend was going to become a boy.
i mention this because i kind of went a little nuts last night when a friend told me that he was going to be an uncle (his unmarried, younger brother and his girlfriend are the impending parents). i asked if they were going to get wed and his reply was something like "possibly, but they're still getting over the shock of the pregnancy". this of course flipped my if-people-are-too-stupid-to-use-birth-control-then-they-should-be-sterilized switch in my head. i get so upset when i hear about "accidental" pregnancies. ugh. i don't really have any reason too, either. i guess i think about all those children who are subjected to sub-standard lives (abuse, poverty, etc) or people whose futures are compromised because someone didn't say no when their partner insisted they didn't need any birth control.
true accidents do happen -- condoms break and no form of birth control is one hundred percent effective -- i'm not a complete idiot, no matter how this is sounding. but it's not an accident if you're not taking responsibility for the possible outcomes of your copulation.
i'm not going to turn this into a pro-choice rant, even though i'm sorely tempted to. i just find it interesting how liberal i am when it comes to people making decisions for themselves and their own lives and how much of a nazi bitch i become when it comes to people bringing unplanned children into the world. i've made no secret of the fact that i don't want kids and, generally, can't stand them (with certain noteable exceptions); but, i hate the thought that people are still out there fucking indescriminately and then saying "oops" as they pop out kids they don't have the means or inclination to support and bring up to the barest minimum of twenty-first century standards.
ugh, even just re-reading that makes me twitch. i'm going to go home.
i suddenly feel like listening to music which will make me cry.
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p.s. why the fuck isn't it four o'clock yet? fuck! this day is dragging like my mother's pre-operative boobs!
i'm bored.
i'll go do the dishes in a minute, but i've already watched the copy of mallrats the fantabulous jodi chromey sent me for my birthday, and i'd start reading the copy of american gods she sent with it, but i'm in the middle of the lord of chaos and i'm not starting anything new until i'm finished this series.
i'm just so bored. i'm always like this the night before i return to work after time off. the day flies by but the evening slows to a crawl in some subconscious time-bending desire to prolong my freedom. what that subconscious time-bender doesn't realize is that it's fucking annoying. i've done everything cinderella-like i need to do to be ready for work, so let's just get on with it. make it bed time so i can start the grind all over again. bleh. time shouldn't be so subjective, dammit.
someone asked me for a risque photo of myself now that i have a high-quality camera at my disposal. i think they're nuts. it's plainly obvious we haven't met in person or they'd know asking me for naked, semi-naked or even pseudo-naked photographs is absurd. i'll think of some sort of alluring, but not too naked, pose eventually. ankles are still sexy, right?
all right, this is nuts. i've had nine days off yet it feels like i've been busier than ever. i really need another week off to actually get around to relaxing. too bad i have to wait until september until i can. i'll appreciate it more then. at least that's what i'm telling myself.
i've done my laundry, dusted and vacuumed. now i'm going to throw on some grubbies to go buy some salad stuff (i need vegetables to counter-act all the cake people fed me this week), pick up whatever package is at the postal outlet and stop to take a couple pictures. then i'm coming home and i'm going to be a guiltless sloth. the closest to productivity i will come is making something for lunch tomorrow. other than that, i'm relaxation-girl. unless someone invites me out for beer.
short but sweet, that's what my trips to the island are becoming and i don't mind one little bit. i get out before i've worn out my welcome and i'm too ansty to stay a moment longer. i'm a fly-by hessie!
point form until i get some sleep:
- why does everyone want to feed you on your birthday?
- my cat loves me if i force him to.
- more flowers!
- "really, really, really, ridiculously good-looking."
oh, yeah, i bought my digital camera. click on my cat to see the rest of my weekend.
i want to thank everyone who sent me a birthday comment, email or voice mail message. you guys all rock. you helped make my day.
now, i'm off to the island for a couple of days. be good, play nice and don't forget to clean up after yourselves while i'm gone.
i thought i'd feel different. you know, the way you think you'll look different after you lose your virginity. but you don't, no one notices, and you feel kind of disappointed that the whole world can't tell. of course, it's only six am and no one's seen me yet to notice. maybe i expected sirens when i woke up this morning. maybe they're waiting for my official natal anniversary of 9:03am instead. i should go get some more beauty rest. i hear you really need that once you're thirty.
oh god. i'm thirty.
on the last night of my twenties, i'm sipping strawberry wine from a green plastic cup, watching gosford park, washing three pairs of jeans, snacking on popcorn & carrots and suffering from serious menstrual cramps. somehow, it all seems so very appropriate.
i'm now a card-carrying member of the vancouver art gallery thanks to my mom. i feel so worldly, almost.
pre-dinner cocktail: spicy caesar
starter: grilled wild mushrooms with garlic mashed potatoes and roasted red pepper coulis
main entre: cajun alaskan halibut with apricot salsa, basmati rice pilaf, and a sea asparagus, red pepper & carrot medley
dinner cocktail: granny smith martini
dessert: khalua creme brulee with maple biscotti and a birthday candle
after dinner beverage (at home): strawberry white zinfandel
i've never had the opportunity to partake of a three-hundred dollar dinner before. i probably never would have if it wasn't for my friends and their desire to indulge me so for my birthday. now, i'm home listening to the rain against my window and waiting for the next fork of lightning to illuminate my apartment.
at this moment, i feel like i'm the luckiest girl in the whole world.
p.s. happy canada day!
