A day and a half to go, and my nerves are on edge. Why do I say this? Well, for one, I'm vibrating, for two, I've got harsh butterflies in my stomach, and for three... Well I dunno. I just am.
Tomorrow, I turn 25. I'm visiting my parents. I was supposed to go play Minigolf in Abbotsford, but it's raining, and that's a two hour drive from GLORIOUS Suburbia, a.k.a. Burnaby. I spent my entire day yesterday (seriously, from 11:30 am to 9:30 pm) in a meeting with my buisiness partner, including a walk down to Capers for dinner (her treat) which consisted of the best quiche I've ever had, and the most amazing dark chocolate mousse cake in the universe. Seriously, her expression when she took a bite (I saved her half) was shock, and bliss, followed by devouring the rest of the cake. Fuck, it was that damned good. My mouth had at least three orgasms alone. I'll admit, I was really frazzled/exhausted after that long an amount of time working on something that is moving along slowly but steadily, and I know that the frustration is largely due to the fact that it's a relatively new business that needs to be built on a steady foundation. However, that being said, most independant businesses fold before a year, and we're getting more and more calls.
I'm staying over at Crystal's because she's driving me to the airport (Thank god for good friends) and I'm totally excited inside. It's was that super nervous naseous feeling before, and now it's turned into this almost Christmas-like excitement. AND! I get to unwrap a big present too. *smirks*
I MIGHT post an entry in Salt Lake City terminal, depending on how long it takes me to find the plane I'm transferring over to. I'm a paranoid traveler, and I'm totally spooked I'll miss one of my connections. 99 percent sure this WON'T happen, but I'm nothing if not cautious.
Anyways, I might post tomorrow, but if not, rest assured I'm going to try to have a relatively low key, Happy Birthday.
*kisses*
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Not An Exit #5
Ha! I love the service clerk's expression. she's TRYING not to laugh. (I'd be pissing myself laughing.) I just love the thought of a shiny, brand-spanking-new store, that put about three thousand people, (mostly elderly and low income families) out of a place to shop for six months, and then having something like this happen on the day of the grand opening.
Of course, I know that poor service clerk is going to have to clean up the entire fucking mess left behind.
Of course, I know that poor service clerk is going to have to clean up the entire fucking mess left behind.
Not An Exit #4
Bring out the JAWS OF LIFE!! No, just kidding.Obviously it was just a horrible horrible shock to the driver to realize that they weren't playing Grand Theft Auto Vice City. Physics obviously wasn't their strong subject in Highschool.
Not An Exit #3
Yessssuhhhhh! I am so smart, S-M-R-T! I was SO thinking when I took that left turn. I was also wondering why mommies with strollers were shrieking and running out of the way. Hrmm... I wonder if ICBC is going to cover this?
My answer? I don't fucking think so.
My answer? I don't fucking think so.
Not An Exit #2
Oy Vey. yeah, the railings sure made it look like you could drive down there. Fuck. I wonder if they bought their license.
Not An Exit #1
(Photographs courtesy of Mark D. my old Assistant Manager.)
"Experience the unexpected", indeed. Christ. I'm SO glad I don't work for the "Big Red S" anymore.
"Experience the unexpected", indeed. Christ. I'm SO glad I don't work for the "Big Red S" anymore.
FOCKERS!
*grumbles*
Fucking college server kicking my portfolio off. Oh Yeah, well screw you!! I can put it up on my own webspace. That's right, I'm TALENTED!
*grumbles some more profanities.*
Fucking college server kicking my portfolio off. Oh Yeah, well screw you!! I can put it up on my own webspace. That's right, I'm TALENTED!
*grumbles some more profanities.*
Kirk and the Dragonfly
My "nephew" Kirk. He's five and this picture totally captures a child's wonder at viewing something in nature. Either that or he's trying to eat it.
Oy. Exhuberant 5 Year Old + Hungover Auntie Linds = Exhaustion.
I spent the better part of last night at Mavericks with The Jewish Princess, who decided to take me out to "Beach Night".
Needless to say, seven $2.50 highballs later, (I even got cranberry and vodka, it's amazing what a good pair of tits gets you from the bartender) and I was feeling a little tipsy. I was in bed by three, and up at sevenish. I'm not sure exactly when I was up, but it was early, since TJP had to go to work and I was a glorious houseguest crashing on her futon. Remarkably headache free, actually.
Spent the large portion of the morning with Crystal and her very energetic son Kirk. (My nephew) searching out used, over priced books for her college courses. Explain this to me... Why is it that books for college courses, cost almost as much as the damned course? Somehow, that reeks of unfair to me.
I'm not too terribly coherant right now, because my nephew decided to touch EVERYTHING in the bookstore and surrounding area, and he's a handful when he's happy (He usually is around me, for some reason...) So most of my morning was chasing around a very athletic monkey child. A gorgeous child, but a monkey child nonetheless.
Needless to say, seven $2.50 highballs later, (I even got cranberry and vodka, it's amazing what a good pair of tits gets you from the bartender) and I was feeling a little tipsy. I was in bed by three, and up at sevenish. I'm not sure exactly when I was up, but it was early, since TJP had to go to work and I was a glorious houseguest crashing on her futon. Remarkably headache free, actually.
Spent the large portion of the morning with Crystal and her very energetic son Kirk. (My nephew) searching out used, over priced books for her college courses. Explain this to me... Why is it that books for college courses, cost almost as much as the damned course? Somehow, that reeks of unfair to me.
I'm not too terribly coherant right now, because my nephew decided to touch EVERYTHING in the bookstore and surrounding area, and he's a handful when he's happy (He usually is around me, for some reason...) So most of my morning was chasing around a very athletic monkey child. A gorgeous child, but a monkey child nonetheless.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Blondes Have More Fun, My Arse.
I spent the last month and a half being a redhead. That's all fine and dandy, but considering how horrifyingly quickly my hair grows, it wasn't long before I had "floating hair" (in otherwords, I had about half an inch of dark brown roots underneath all that glorious red dead straight afro. (Okay, only in the morning.)
To be perfectly honest, I don't even know if that's my natural hair colour since it's a proven fact that hair dye chemically alters the colour that your roots produce, even after the first dye job, and I started dying my hair when I was 12. (The most hideous, fire engine/Ronald McDonald red in the universe, no less.) It was supposed to wash out in eight washes, but no dice, my friends. I read my grade 8 annual and cringe, because most of the entries are about my bright red hair.
The box lied to me.
And no, I can't verify the natural colour of my hair any other way, before you even ask. The drapes don't match the carpet, because the carpet is hardwood flooring.
Ahem. Anyways... True to form, I've become a connoisseur of changing my hair colour, and often end up using home kits to dye friends hair, (I've only fucked up ONCE, sorry Crystal.) I could post about twenty pictures of me in varying shades of colour, from Barbie blonde, (including with, and without trashy dark brown roots) previously mentioned Ronald McDonald red, Flamingo pink, (Yes, that was deliberate) Blue, a tame red, and my current favourite, Dark brown with light blonde chunky highlights. There's also a shit load of colours in between I'm forgetting. The same goes for length I've been shorter than my current style, to down to my lower back. I'm a full believer that you should play with your hair, and find what suits you the most, in both colour and cut.
My hairdresser texturizes the fuck out of my hair, being that it's very thick, and if she didn't texturize it, in the current style I have right now, tends to look like my mom put a bowl on my head and simply followed the edge. I'm going to attempt, (and yes, I know I've said this to at least half a dozen friends, but still!) to grow my hair out at about the middle of my shoulder blades. It's that dratted bangs in the eyes stage I detest that drives me insane. (Hence why I was NOT pleased having a cut with them, but have grown accustomed to it.) As it stands now, I'm a little too shaggy for my own comfort, and I was tempted to stop by and let my hairdresser have at it.
My close family is very vain about our hair. Perhaps it's genetic. At present, my Father's hair is longer than mine, his goes to past his shoulder blades, and he pampers the hell out of it. (I find that adorable.) For those of you that have never seen a picture of my father (Check the Christmas Day entry) he's about six foot four, I'm guessing around 230-ish lbs, Husky, full bearded, and looks like the gruffest biker in the universe, but is the sweetest man and has a laugh that is addictive and always makes me smile. My mother has long dark auburn hair that if she didn't dye it would go the coolest silver-grey. Once I go grey, (And I love to say this even though I won't follow through most likely) I'm not dying it. I want to have that wicked shade, and I hope to hell I do go that colour. As it stands now, I haven't seen a grey yet, but that event is probably happening sooner, rather than later.
Such is the life of my hair. Fascinating, I'm sure. Apologies for the completely trivial post, but hey, sometimes the urge just hits you smack in the forehead.
To be perfectly honest, I don't even know if that's my natural hair colour since it's a proven fact that hair dye chemically alters the colour that your roots produce, even after the first dye job, and I started dying my hair when I was 12. (The most hideous, fire engine/Ronald McDonald red in the universe, no less.) It was supposed to wash out in eight washes, but no dice, my friends. I read my grade 8 annual and cringe, because most of the entries are about my bright red hair.
The box lied to me.
And no, I can't verify the natural colour of my hair any other way, before you even ask. The drapes don't match the carpet, because the carpet is hardwood flooring.
Ahem. Anyways... True to form, I've become a connoisseur of changing my hair colour, and often end up using home kits to dye friends hair, (I've only fucked up ONCE, sorry Crystal.) I could post about twenty pictures of me in varying shades of colour, from Barbie blonde, (including with, and without trashy dark brown roots) previously mentioned Ronald McDonald red, Flamingo pink, (Yes, that was deliberate) Blue, a tame red, and my current favourite, Dark brown with light blonde chunky highlights. There's also a shit load of colours in between I'm forgetting. The same goes for length I've been shorter than my current style, to down to my lower back. I'm a full believer that you should play with your hair, and find what suits you the most, in both colour and cut.
My hairdresser texturizes the fuck out of my hair, being that it's very thick, and if she didn't texturize it, in the current style I have right now, tends to look like my mom put a bowl on my head and simply followed the edge. I'm going to attempt, (and yes, I know I've said this to at least half a dozen friends, but still!) to grow my hair out at about the middle of my shoulder blades. It's that dratted bangs in the eyes stage I detest that drives me insane. (Hence why I was NOT pleased having a cut with them, but have grown accustomed to it.) As it stands now, I'm a little too shaggy for my own comfort, and I was tempted to stop by and let my hairdresser have at it.
My close family is very vain about our hair. Perhaps it's genetic. At present, my Father's hair is longer than mine, his goes to past his shoulder blades, and he pampers the hell out of it. (I find that adorable.) For those of you that have never seen a picture of my father (Check the Christmas Day entry) he's about six foot four, I'm guessing around 230-ish lbs, Husky, full bearded, and looks like the gruffest biker in the universe, but is the sweetest man and has a laugh that is addictive and always makes me smile. My mother has long dark auburn hair that if she didn't dye it would go the coolest silver-grey. Once I go grey, (And I love to say this even though I won't follow through most likely) I'm not dying it. I want to have that wicked shade, and I hope to hell I do go that colour. As it stands now, I haven't seen a grey yet, but that event is probably happening sooner, rather than later.
Such is the life of my hair. Fascinating, I'm sure. Apologies for the completely trivial post, but hey, sometimes the urge just hits you smack in the forehead.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
*Snigger*
My Grandmother has finished almost half of the "Last Supper 3000" puzzle.
I can attest, for a fact, that it does indeed glow in the dark. Pictures will be posted when it's done, because damn... That's funny.
Also, I would like to mention that the secret location of Springfield, USA. Home of the Simpsons, has been discovered. Go take a peek.
I can attest, for a fact, that it does indeed glow in the dark. Pictures will be posted when it's done, because damn... That's funny.
Also, I would like to mention that the secret location of Springfield, USA. Home of the Simpsons, has been discovered. Go take a peek.
Dandelions Beware!!! All Who Hath Entered Here, No Hope Shall Continue. Or Some Shit.
Yeah, nothing makes sense in that except the Dandelions beware. It's alllllll good.
I'm a very sore girl this morning. Afternoon. Whatever. I overextended myself last night at the pool and ended up (somehow) yarking a muscle in my foot. I think it was probably about 10 minutes to the end of my swim, when I was tired, and pushed off the wall a little wonky, twisting my ankle or something. I honestly couldn't tell you. I feel like an idiot.
It hurt like a sonofabitch last night, but sweet, sweet Advil(tm) and keeping off of it helped immensely. It stopped feeling like I had run my foot through a meat grinder at around 2 am, and I could hobble around all pretty-like on it. That being said, I topped my 35 laps, and did 40. Roughly 40.
I also ended up spending $16.78 on Terayaki Chicken (and BOY was I pissed when I had it all wrapped up and went through the till.) because my business partner invited me to dinner. Dinner was good, I'll admit, but two chicken breasts should NOT cost almost 17 dollars.
So I've got a few questions. What the fuck do they feed organic chickens? Do they SING to them? Do they cuddle them to sleep to make them that damned expensive? I was horrified!
I'm well enough to spend part of my waking hours in the yard, tugging up dandelions for my grandmother, who has discovered ANOTHER antichrist, along with mismatched socks. Therefore, I must go about, hobbling, using some funky device to remove dandelions. Hey, at least I improved my tan.
I'm a very sore girl this morning. Afternoon. Whatever. I overextended myself last night at the pool and ended up (somehow) yarking a muscle in my foot. I think it was probably about 10 minutes to the end of my swim, when I was tired, and pushed off the wall a little wonky, twisting my ankle or something. I honestly couldn't tell you. I feel like an idiot.
It hurt like a sonofabitch last night, but sweet, sweet Advil(tm) and keeping off of it helped immensely. It stopped feeling like I had run my foot through a meat grinder at around 2 am, and I could hobble around all pretty-like on it. That being said, I topped my 35 laps, and did 40. Roughly 40.
I also ended up spending $16.78 on Terayaki Chicken (and BOY was I pissed when I had it all wrapped up and went through the till.) because my business partner invited me to dinner. Dinner was good, I'll admit, but two chicken breasts should NOT cost almost 17 dollars.
So I've got a few questions. What the fuck do they feed organic chickens? Do they SING to them? Do they cuddle them to sleep to make them that damned expensive? I was horrified!
I'm well enough to spend part of my waking hours in the yard, tugging up dandelions for my grandmother, who has discovered ANOTHER antichrist, along with mismatched socks. Therefore, I must go about, hobbling, using some funky device to remove dandelions. Hey, at least I improved my tan.
Wow.
Gosh, I dunno what to say.
The amount of well wishes for my upcoming trip that I'm getting from the people that I chat with, and the people that read this blog, is absolutely staggering. To hear that people are looking forward to seeing me is even more delightful.
I'm also getting a heck of a lot of "Happy Birthday's".
I'm blushing. Really. I am.
Thank-you. I love you all.
The amount of well wishes for my upcoming trip that I'm getting from the people that I chat with, and the people that read this blog, is absolutely staggering. To hear that people are looking forward to seeing me is even more delightful.
I'm also getting a heck of a lot of "Happy Birthday's".
I'm blushing. Really. I am.
Thank-you. I love you all.
Monday, April 25, 2005
WHOOO!!! (A Brief!)
Woke up in a SUPER happy mood, (which is always a good thing!) I actually JUST spun around in my desk chair like a six year old. *grins*
I'm going swimming, which is one of my favourite things to do, so I'm not on long, I have to save up energy for doing laps around the pool. Last time I managed about 35 laps in an hour and a half. I don't think I'm going to compete with that, considering how completely bagged I was afterwards. I think I'll have a nice leisurely swim for four hours or so. (This isn't unusual)
Special thanks go out to Mike G. who sent me one kickass compilation of Rock n' Fuckin roll via dropload to groove to at home. Tres enjoyable, and most stuff I don't have yet. (You guys know how much of a hussy I am for new music.) The weather is GORGEOUS outside. I'm sure you can hear me bubbling away like an idiot over here, so I'm going to go PLAY!!!
All this and I actually woke up to a SPIDER on my bathrobe!! Eeek! S'okay. It was an eensy little guy, but he had one helluva launch from my sleeve when I caught him patrolling Glamazon skin territory. Eewww...
I'm going swimming, which is one of my favourite things to do, so I'm not on long, I have to save up energy for doing laps around the pool. Last time I managed about 35 laps in an hour and a half. I don't think I'm going to compete with that, considering how completely bagged I was afterwards. I think I'll have a nice leisurely swim for four hours or so. (This isn't unusual)
Special thanks go out to Mike G. who sent me one kickass compilation of Rock n' Fuckin roll via dropload to groove to at home. Tres enjoyable, and most stuff I don't have yet. (You guys know how much of a hussy I am for new music.) The weather is GORGEOUS outside. I'm sure you can hear me bubbling away like an idiot over here, so I'm going to go PLAY!!!
All this and I actually woke up to a SPIDER on my bathrobe!! Eeek! S'okay. It was an eensy little guy, but he had one helluva launch from my sleeve when I caught him patrolling Glamazon skin territory. Eewww...
Sunday, April 24, 2005
A Request...
Consider this a creative project in progress, I need some answers from you guys. I know it sounds narcissistic, but I need some help on something, and I want it to reflect what my original idea is.
Really, all I'm wondering is:
If you could describe me (linds) in one or two words, (or one sentence at the maximum,) what would it be?
This applies to anyone. go for it. I know there's haters out there. I really don't care. try to be as honest and serious as possible. I'd love to have tons of responses to work with.
Really, all I'm wondering is:
If you could describe me (linds) in one or two words, (or one sentence at the maximum,) what would it be?
This applies to anyone. go for it. I know there's haters out there. I really don't care. try to be as honest and serious as possible. I'd love to have tons of responses to work with.
This is supposed to be the "Friday Five"...
but I compiled a bunch of them together. Why? Because I can. Consider it your "Saturday Fifteen."
Music:
1. What is the first record/tape/CD that you bought?
The first Tape I owned was Duran Duran I don't remember what album it was anymore. The first CD's I owned, were Jann Arden -- "Living Under June" and Annie Lennox -- "Medusa"
2. Who is your favorite all time band/singer?
Oh god. Aretha Franklin, because her voice is the balm to my soul, I used to adore Collective Soul. Now, there are too many to list, and my music collection threatens to topple over and smother me in my sleep.
3. What have you been listening to lately?
Lately, I've been listening to Delerium and Enigma, quite a bit. Like, right now.
4. What is your favorite radio station, what do they play, and where do they broadcast?
I wake up to 94.5 The Beat, every morning. They play hip-hop, R&B, and top 40. Waittaminute. Let me clarify, they play GOOD hip-hop and R&B. (well, some crap too, but I only listen to it in between pressing snooze.) They broadcast in the Lower Mainland only, as far as I know. I find it enjoyable. I used to listen to Classic Rock 101, but I got tired of hearing "Money" by Pink Floyd EVERY SINGLE MORNING when I got up. (I'm not joking. every morning.)
5. Can you recommend a good song or CD that everyone should listen to?
I'm cheating. I'm mentioning four.
Everyone should listen to these four albums:
i) Aretha Franklin -- "The very best, The 60s"
ii) Green Day -- "American Idiot"
iii) Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble - "The essential Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble (2 Disc set)
iv) Fiona Apple -- "Tidal"
Literature:
1. What is the one book that you reread over and over again?
I read all my books over and over again. All of them. I read "Ender's Game", "Ender's Shadow", and "Shadow Of the Hedgemon" repeatedly, written by Orson Scott Card. I also read the Kushiel's Dart Trilogy by Jacqueline Carey and "Queen Of the Damned" by Anne Rice over and over. I love these stories.
2. What is your favourite genre?
It's a toss up between 'Science Fiction' and 'Fantasy'. I don't like non-fiction. It bores me to tears. Lately I've also been browsing through some pretty, yet phenominally expensive design magazines (I use the term Magazine loosely, it's a quarterly released issue, and it's usually as thick as the fucking bible.)
3. Do you usually buy your books or visit the library?
Book stores. I am horrible for returning books to the Library. I think Vancouver Public Library has a warrant out for me for late fees. (Hey! That's between you, me and the fencepost, okay?)
4. Who is your favourite author?
Anne McCaffrey, Anne Rice, Orson Scott Card, Piers Anthony, Mercedes Lackey, Hunter S. Thompson, and too many more to remember this late in the evening.
5. What book have you read that you absolutely hated?
I usually have no problem sitting down and reading a book cover to cover in about a day and a half, but the ONLY book that I slogged through from start to finish was "Wind in the Stone", by Andre Norton. I could never empathize with the protagonist OR the antagonist. It drove me nuts, but I finished it because I can never leave a book without reading the whole thing. I need to know the end, even if it sucks.
Random Stuff.
1 thing that's on your mind right now
That I'm alone.
2 songs you like
i) "You and I" by Delerium
ii) "Sweet Sweet Baby (Since You've been Gone)" by Aretha Franklin.
3 things that make you angry
i) Ignorance.
ii) People that jump to conclusions.
iii) People that say deliberately hurtful things for no reason.
4 things that make you happy
i) Devin. (Hah. You knew I was going to say that.)
ii) Writing.
iii) Singing.
iv) Tetris. (Yeah. It's my zen game. I play it when I need to unwind. I can't think and play at the same time.)
So what, I'm a dork.
5 people who have made a big impact on your life
i) My Mother. I heart my mommy. She's inspirational and has always told me that I could do whatever I wanted if I put my mind to it. Without that kindness, I might have drowned in my own depression when I was younger. My mom was also the inspiration to write. When I was a child, she would sit there in a writing frenzy, creating her novels and I never understood until I started writing on my own how much the need to do so possesses you.
ii) My Grandfather. My grandfather has been through so much hell the past three years, from losing his left leg from above the knee, to struggling through bladder cancer and consequentially Chemotherapy, and minor invasive surgery for heart problems at the present. He was smiling and happy on Christmas day just past after going through Chemo on Christmas Eve, and I wish in my heart of hearts that I could be as strong as he is, when I know he's going through so much rough luck and still manages to have a smile cross his face.
iii) Haig Armen. He's my instructor in History Of Design. As lame as it sounds, I've never had a teacher as passionate about his work than Haig, other than my choir teacher in highschool. He's the sort of person that makes me want to BE a designer, when I can see how he loves his work.
iv) Crystal Belong. Imagine being knocked up by some asshole of a teenager when you're 16, having him leave you high and dry, and deciding to keep that child. Imagine struggling to raise that child, relatively on your own, with only some help from the people around you. Imagine trying to have a relationship, when you've got to think of your child first and how he will react to another adult influence in his life. Imagine going to school full time, working part time, and being a mother full time, putting food on the table, paying the amount of attention to your child that he needs, ensuring that his daycare is supplying what he needs to learn properly, getting YOUR homework done, making shifts on time... A million other tasks. This is what Crystal deals with on a daily basis. I find that unbelievably inspirational.
v) Devin Pike. Don't roll your eyes. He doesn't even understand why. I can't really explain it all that well myself, and I'm not too shabby with words. Maybe the fact that he inspired me to love again, when I was so fucking jaded. Maybe that he's a phenomenal writer, and inspired me to write this blog, which I find to be the best release of all this junk in my head I've ever had. Maybe that he's taught me how to forgive, forget, and move on, when I was stuck on that before.
I know, you might be thinking, these are all ordinary people. Why no celebrities? Why no Nobel Peace Prize winners? Because, I've had the opportunity to sit down and TALK to these people. Celebrities don't mean shit to me. The people I know are the ones that are important. Perhaps that's narrowing my view of the world, and it's not to say that others aren't inspirational. This was a remarkably difficult question to pick only five people, and I did the best I could.
Fuck it. I'm not going to defend my answers. Take 'em as you read 'em.
Music:
1. What is the first record/tape/CD that you bought?
The first Tape I owned was Duran Duran I don't remember what album it was anymore. The first CD's I owned, were Jann Arden -- "Living Under June" and Annie Lennox -- "Medusa"
2. Who is your favorite all time band/singer?
Oh god. Aretha Franklin, because her voice is the balm to my soul, I used to adore Collective Soul. Now, there are too many to list, and my music collection threatens to topple over and smother me in my sleep.
3. What have you been listening to lately?
Lately, I've been listening to Delerium and Enigma, quite a bit. Like, right now.
4. What is your favorite radio station, what do they play, and where do they broadcast?
I wake up to 94.5 The Beat, every morning. They play hip-hop, R&B, and top 40. Waittaminute. Let me clarify, they play GOOD hip-hop and R&B. (well, some crap too, but I only listen to it in between pressing snooze.) They broadcast in the Lower Mainland only, as far as I know. I find it enjoyable. I used to listen to Classic Rock 101, but I got tired of hearing "Money" by Pink Floyd EVERY SINGLE MORNING when I got up. (I'm not joking. every morning.)
5. Can you recommend a good song or CD that everyone should listen to?
I'm cheating. I'm mentioning four.
Everyone should listen to these four albums:
i) Aretha Franklin -- "The very best, The 60s"
ii) Green Day -- "American Idiot"
iii) Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble - "The essential Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble (2 Disc set)
iv) Fiona Apple -- "Tidal"
Literature:
1. What is the one book that you reread over and over again?
I read all my books over and over again. All of them. I read "Ender's Game", "Ender's Shadow", and "Shadow Of the Hedgemon" repeatedly, written by Orson Scott Card. I also read the Kushiel's Dart Trilogy by Jacqueline Carey and "Queen Of the Damned" by Anne Rice over and over. I love these stories.
2. What is your favourite genre?
It's a toss up between 'Science Fiction' and 'Fantasy'. I don't like non-fiction. It bores me to tears. Lately I've also been browsing through some pretty, yet phenominally expensive design magazines (I use the term Magazine loosely, it's a quarterly released issue, and it's usually as thick as the fucking bible.)
3. Do you usually buy your books or visit the library?
Book stores. I am horrible for returning books to the Library. I think Vancouver Public Library has a warrant out for me for late fees. (Hey! That's between you, me and the fencepost, okay?)
4. Who is your favourite author?
Anne McCaffrey, Anne Rice, Orson Scott Card, Piers Anthony, Mercedes Lackey, Hunter S. Thompson, and too many more to remember this late in the evening.
5. What book have you read that you absolutely hated?
I usually have no problem sitting down and reading a book cover to cover in about a day and a half, but the ONLY book that I slogged through from start to finish was "Wind in the Stone", by Andre Norton. I could never empathize with the protagonist OR the antagonist. It drove me nuts, but I finished it because I can never leave a book without reading the whole thing. I need to know the end, even if it sucks.
Random Stuff.
1 thing that's on your mind right now
That I'm alone.
2 songs you like
i) "You and I" by Delerium
ii) "Sweet Sweet Baby (Since You've been Gone)" by Aretha Franklin.
3 things that make you angry
i) Ignorance.
ii) People that jump to conclusions.
iii) People that say deliberately hurtful things for no reason.
4 things that make you happy
i) Devin. (Hah. You knew I was going to say that.)
ii) Writing.
iii) Singing.
iv) Tetris. (Yeah. It's my zen game. I play it when I need to unwind. I can't think and play at the same time.)
So what, I'm a dork.
5 people who have made a big impact on your life
i) My Mother. I heart my mommy. She's inspirational and has always told me that I could do whatever I wanted if I put my mind to it. Without that kindness, I might have drowned in my own depression when I was younger. My mom was also the inspiration to write. When I was a child, she would sit there in a writing frenzy, creating her novels and I never understood until I started writing on my own how much the need to do so possesses you.
ii) My Grandfather. My grandfather has been through so much hell the past three years, from losing his left leg from above the knee, to struggling through bladder cancer and consequentially Chemotherapy, and minor invasive surgery for heart problems at the present. He was smiling and happy on Christmas day just past after going through Chemo on Christmas Eve, and I wish in my heart of hearts that I could be as strong as he is, when I know he's going through so much rough luck and still manages to have a smile cross his face.
iii) Haig Armen. He's my instructor in History Of Design. As lame as it sounds, I've never had a teacher as passionate about his work than Haig, other than my choir teacher in highschool. He's the sort of person that makes me want to BE a designer, when I can see how he loves his work.
iv) Crystal Belong. Imagine being knocked up by some asshole of a teenager when you're 16, having him leave you high and dry, and deciding to keep that child. Imagine struggling to raise that child, relatively on your own, with only some help from the people around you. Imagine trying to have a relationship, when you've got to think of your child first and how he will react to another adult influence in his life. Imagine going to school full time, working part time, and being a mother full time, putting food on the table, paying the amount of attention to your child that he needs, ensuring that his daycare is supplying what he needs to learn properly, getting YOUR homework done, making shifts on time... A million other tasks. This is what Crystal deals with on a daily basis. I find that unbelievably inspirational.
v) Devin Pike. Don't roll your eyes. He doesn't even understand why. I can't really explain it all that well myself, and I'm not too shabby with words. Maybe the fact that he inspired me to love again, when I was so fucking jaded. Maybe that he's a phenomenal writer, and inspired me to write this blog, which I find to be the best release of all this junk in my head I've ever had. Maybe that he's taught me how to forgive, forget, and move on, when I was stuck on that before.
I know, you might be thinking, these are all ordinary people. Why no celebrities? Why no Nobel Peace Prize winners? Because, I've had the opportunity to sit down and TALK to these people. Celebrities don't mean shit to me. The people I know are the ones that are important. Perhaps that's narrowing my view of the world, and it's not to say that others aren't inspirational. This was a remarkably difficult question to pick only five people, and I did the best I could.
Fuck it. I'm not going to defend my answers. Take 'em as you read 'em.
Sometimes...
It's good to have your ego shot down a few notches. You might not like it at the time, but it's a good way to build character.
*sighs*
*sighs*
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Approximately 216 Hours Until Lift Off...
In 192 hours, on May 1st, 2005, I'm 25 years old. That's water under the bridge. I know that shit's happening whether I want it to or not, and I'm determined to age gracefully. We all know that once you hit 40, age starts to go backwards. (Sure it does, Linds.) The bonus of turning 25 is that I had to renew my Identification. (FINALLY! God I hated that picture of me!) In 216 hours (give or take) I'm on a plane, with a brief stopover in Salt Lake City, Utah. Then to my final destination; Dallas Ft. Worth International. For my ever so long stay of four days, of which I'm torn between grumbling over, since I'd like to stay a little longer (I'm greedy, okay?) and thinking it's a mixed blessing since I know he won't get tired of me quickly. (These are my own neuroses, get your own!) and peaking his curiosity. He knows me fairly well though.
To say I'm nervous is an understatement. This is a little over two years worth of waiting to meet someone that I feel like I've known for my entire life and that I have a huge amount of things in common with. (And a huge amount of things NOT in common with...)
Am I going into it with expectations? Hrm... Well, sort of? I can't say no, because I would be lying.
Am I expecting it to be a fantastic union of souls, where I find someone that I've been longing for, for ages, and the moment our lips meet, we'll be inseparable? Perhaps, but it's nowhere near a definite, and highly unlikely. I know how annoying I can be, when I annoy myself.
Am I terrified that the person he sees isn't going to be the person he wants? Hell Yes.
Is that an unjustifiable fear that I have because I'm (more than) a little neurotic? Yessireebob.
Do I doubt myself ad infinitum, when I should just be confident, and relaxed? Uhuh.
And can I help it? Nope, not really.
To say I'm nervous is an understatement. This is a little over two years worth of waiting to meet someone that I feel like I've known for my entire life and that I have a huge amount of things in common with. (And a huge amount of things NOT in common with...)
Am I going into it with expectations? Hrm... Well, sort of? I can't say no, because I would be lying.
Am I expecting it to be a fantastic union of souls, where I find someone that I've been longing for, for ages, and the moment our lips meet, we'll be inseparable? Perhaps, but it's nowhere near a definite, and highly unlikely. I know how annoying I can be, when I annoy myself.
Am I terrified that the person he sees isn't going to be the person he wants? Hell Yes.
Is that an unjustifiable fear that I have because I'm (more than) a little neurotic? Yessireebob.
Do I doubt myself ad infinitum, when I should just be confident, and relaxed? Uhuh.
And can I help it? Nope, not really.
Friday, April 22, 2005
"Hey Linds, I've Got A Question For You."
Me: "Yeah, what's up Allan?"
Allan: "Can you turn me into a Metrosexual?"
Me: *Brief pause on my end of the phone.* "I thought you liked chicks already, Allan?"
Allan: "No, no, no... I mean yeah! I do like chicks, but..."
Me: "I'm teasing. I can help you, but I've got one question. Why? What's wrong with you now that brings about this sudden desire to look different?" (Okay, it was two questions, sue me.)
Allan: "I wanna be one of those guys that makes girls turn their heads and think 'Wow, he looks like a somebody.'"
Me: "Jesus, you already ARE a somebody, Allan, but I know what you mean. Sure I can help you. What's your approximate spending allowance?"
Allan: "Oh, I dunno. I'm thinking around a grand?"
Me: *Glee at the thought of spending a grand on clothes, even if they aren't for me.* "Wow, you want me to help you spend a grand buying clothes?"
Allen: "Clothes... like jeans, shirts and stuff, (Sweet jesus! Can I have that man!?) plus some shoes, and I really want a leather jacket."
Me: *Ideas of where to go, and what to get running through my head at light speed.* "That's do-able. Why me?"
Allan: "Because you know what a nicely dressed man looks like. You've dated like what? A hundred of them?"
Me: "Hey, hey, hey! Play nice, or I'll make you wear something puse green..."(Fuck, that's one ugly purse.)
That's a small segment of the conversation I had with my friend Allan a few months ago, when he asked me to turn him into a "Metrosexual". Now, Allan is a nice looking fella. He dated one of my best friends for a little over a year and we're pretty close. (Not in that sense.) Yeah, his wardrobe could use a tune up. It's all fine and dandy to wear khaki's and polo shirts, but not every day for the past six years. It's a veritable uniform for him. So on Sunday, I'm dragging him around the mall, and playing dress up with him. The best part of spending a grand dressing up a friend to make him look sharp? I get paid to do it. Nice. I'm going to try to con him into buying some cologne too, since every girl, regardless of race, religion or creed, LOVES a man that smells yummy. (Unless they have that unfortunate allergy to scents.) Maybe some Dolce and Gabanna for Men.
You have to understand, it doesn't matter to ME what he dresses like. I appreciate Allan exactly the way he is, in khaki's and a polo shirt, or dressed in Diesel jeans and Prada athletic shoes. I'm not a fashion snob, and I certainly can't afford to waltz around carrying one of those godawful Louis Vuitton purses that is the rage at the moment, that is too small to hold my cell phone, my cigarettes and my wallet at one time. I would never criticize the way he dresses, since he's comfortable.
However, that being said, I can totally sympathize with wanting to be more attractive to the opposite sex, and being female, I'm often stuck in a situation where I'm wondering if I look bad in something I'm wearing. Fashion is so short lived that it recreates itself every 60 days. I'm going to try to pick items that are relatively timeless, so that he can wear them for a while and not look like a dud, so to speak. Hence my dislike of the reemergence of things like legwarmers and teased bangs, a horrible flashback to the 80s that should have never been revisited. It was as much a flash in the pan this time around, as it was the last time.
Some days, I lead an interesting life.
Allan: "Can you turn me into a Metrosexual?"
Me: *Brief pause on my end of the phone.* "I thought you liked chicks already, Allan?"
Allan: "No, no, no... I mean yeah! I do like chicks, but..."
Me: "I'm teasing. I can help you, but I've got one question. Why? What's wrong with you now that brings about this sudden desire to look different?" (Okay, it was two questions, sue me.)
Allan: "I wanna be one of those guys that makes girls turn their heads and think 'Wow, he looks like a somebody.'"
Me: "Jesus, you already ARE a somebody, Allan, but I know what you mean. Sure I can help you. What's your approximate spending allowance?"
Allan: "Oh, I dunno. I'm thinking around a grand?"
Me: *Glee at the thought of spending a grand on clothes, even if they aren't for me.* "Wow, you want me to help you spend a grand buying clothes?"
Allen: "Clothes... like jeans, shirts and stuff, (Sweet jesus! Can I have that man!?) plus some shoes, and I really want a leather jacket."
Me: *Ideas of where to go, and what to get running through my head at light speed.* "That's do-able. Why me?"
Allan: "Because you know what a nicely dressed man looks like. You've dated like what? A hundred of them?"
Me: "Hey, hey, hey! Play nice, or I'll make you wear something puse green..."(Fuck, that's one ugly purse.)
That's a small segment of the conversation I had with my friend Allan a few months ago, when he asked me to turn him into a "Metrosexual". Now, Allan is a nice looking fella. He dated one of my best friends for a little over a year and we're pretty close. (Not in that sense.) Yeah, his wardrobe could use a tune up. It's all fine and dandy to wear khaki's and polo shirts, but not every day for the past six years. It's a veritable uniform for him. So on Sunday, I'm dragging him around the mall, and playing dress up with him. The best part of spending a grand dressing up a friend to make him look sharp? I get paid to do it. Nice. I'm going to try to con him into buying some cologne too, since every girl, regardless of race, religion or creed, LOVES a man that smells yummy. (Unless they have that unfortunate allergy to scents.) Maybe some Dolce and Gabanna for Men.
You have to understand, it doesn't matter to ME what he dresses like. I appreciate Allan exactly the way he is, in khaki's and a polo shirt, or dressed in Diesel jeans and Prada athletic shoes. I'm not a fashion snob, and I certainly can't afford to waltz around carrying one of those godawful Louis Vuitton purses that is the rage at the moment, that is too small to hold my cell phone, my cigarettes and my wallet at one time. I would never criticize the way he dresses, since he's comfortable.
However, that being said, I can totally sympathize with wanting to be more attractive to the opposite sex, and being female, I'm often stuck in a situation where I'm wondering if I look bad in something I'm wearing. Fashion is so short lived that it recreates itself every 60 days. I'm going to try to pick items that are relatively timeless, so that he can wear them for a while and not look like a dud, so to speak. Hence my dislike of the reemergence of things like legwarmers and teased bangs, a horrible flashback to the 80s that should have never been revisited. It was as much a flash in the pan this time around, as it was the last time.
Some days, I lead an interesting life.
SHE ASKED FOR IT!!!
The Jewish Princess' lurvely bosom. Hey, I'm not randomly posting knockers, this was a request. Never mind the fact that I was giggling like an idiot after taking the picture, and continue to snigger whenever I see it. I'm such a shit, but Gad, that's funny.
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