No excuses.
Except that insomnia, school, work, and writing actual writing (yaaaaaaaay!) has been keeping me from blogging.
Just those excuses.
I'm back now though! But only for a really quick post to let you all know that everything is completely normal.
My boyfriend came to say goodbye before heading home to BC for the week and looked absolutely terrified of actually coming into my apartment further than the rack of shoes by my door. From my post on the carpet I shouted:
"I know. It's scary in here. There are crayons all over the floor and the music is too loud. But it's safe. I am just creating."
6.7.12
CONVERSATIONS WITH MY SISTER: PULLING SOME HARRY POTTER SHIT
Siobhan: I have to listen to Some Nights. It's been in my head since hayes sang it while I made
smoothies.
Sophie: Let's listen together. say when.
and I will hit play
and a portal will open
Siobhan: Play
I think the portal opened in my fridge
it started making weird noises.
Where did you go?
ARE YOU IN MY FRIDGE?!
smoothies.
Sophie: Let's listen together. say when.
and I will hit play
and a portal will open
Siobhan: Play
I think the portal opened in my fridge
it started making weird noises.
Where did you go?
ARE YOU IN MY FRIDGE?!
4.7.12
THE BIRDS WOULD RATHER DIE THAN LISTEN TO ME COUGHING ANYMORE
Me:
8:28: The birds outside my window woke me up by sounding like they're being strangled by the thousands. I hope you got to wake up to something thoroughly less disturbing and obnoxious. Starships perhaps.
8:35- I just texted Sophie [about the birds] and used the phrase "on the other hand". My rudely awakened brain wrote "on the other ham" and I laughed and laughed. Imagine that was a saying?! The world would be infinitely more hilarious.
8:36- Good news, even though I feel physically worse today than yesterday, mentally I'm better and in good humour.
Hayes:
8:58: I'm glad you mentally feel better but on the other ham I wish you felt physically better.
Hahahhahahahhahahahhahaaa! Ham... You guys, it gets me every time!
Shh. I said I felt better in the sense that I was in good humour. Not that I was any less stupid.
8:28: The birds outside my window woke me up by sounding like they're being strangled by the thousands. I hope you got to wake up to something thoroughly less disturbing and obnoxious. Starships perhaps.
8:35- I just texted Sophie [about the birds] and used the phrase "on the other hand". My rudely awakened brain wrote "on the other ham" and I laughed and laughed. Imagine that was a saying?! The world would be infinitely more hilarious.
8:36- Good news, even though I feel physically worse today than yesterday, mentally I'm better and in good humour.
Hayes:
8:58: I'm glad you mentally feel better but on the other ham I wish you felt physically better.
--- end of texts because I basically died laughing ---
Hahahhahahahhahahahhahaaa! Ham... You guys, it gets me every time!
Shh. I said I felt better in the sense that I was in good humour. Not that I was any less stupid.
2.7.12
WAIT... I'M ENROLLED IN WHAT?
Happy Birthday to Canada (yesterday). Canada Day is actually one of my favourite days of the year. I like summer and picnics and fireworks and I absolutely love my country. I had to work so I wasn't picnicking, but I celebrated by bringing all my coworkers strawberry shortcake cupcakes. And my best friend and I had a few beers and joined our fellow Calgarians at the festivities downtown for a few hours once we were done selling small appliances to the NO CUSTOMERS that we had all day. We wandered for a while and were both tired and called it a night at around 9, which suited us both fine.I went to bed happy and exhausted, so I think that's a success.
The other day I mentioned that I wore my pink dress that I made. This is probably the girliest picture of me in history. Why did I do that with my face? I don't understand. Jeeze... Anyway, it's pink. It's pretty. It helped me sell zero units of what I was demoing. Typical.
I certainly don't look like the kind of kid who would be taking a class entitled "Bang your head! The History of Heavy Metal" for the next 6 weeks. Admittedly I am enrolled in the class mistakenly after a serious miscommunication on the part of the school. They told me it was something else. It is not. But there is neither a textbook nor a final exam. I'll be learning about something I haven't learned before. We have presentations to do. I might play a facemelting solo on my ukulele. Bam. Instant A.
In other news, my allergies make it feel like there are tiny men in my ears mining for gold (gold being my genius ideas that my brain fabricates on occasion). I hope the heavy metal listening exams don't amplify this feeling. Because it quite honestly feels like this guy has just taken up residence in my ear canals:
Red and White and a Canadian Beer. Low key and classy. A rare occurance for me.
I certainly don't look like the kind of kid who would be taking a class entitled "Bang your head! The History of Heavy Metal" for the next 6 weeks. Admittedly I am enrolled in the class mistakenly after a serious miscommunication on the part of the school. They told me it was something else. It is not. But there is neither a textbook nor a final exam. I'll be learning about something I haven't learned before. We have presentations to do. I might play a facemelting solo on my ukulele. Bam. Instant A.
In other news, my allergies make it feel like there are tiny men in my ears mining for gold (gold being my genius ideas that my brain fabricates on occasion). I hope the heavy metal listening exams don't amplify this feeling. Because it quite honestly feels like this guy has just taken up residence in my ear canals:
Yes, he's been with me since March
This afternoon I am reading and writing and sewing and drawing and cleaning.
And napping. Gotta nap, it's pretty much as essential as breathing.
30.6.12
WHAT NOW, TRADITIONAL GENDER ROLES? WHAT NOW!?
To the customer at work yesterday:
Thank you for saying I'm a "total babe" while I:
a) looked like hell
b) hated every second of demonstrating how to use the Jelly Belly Manual Ice Shaver (only $14.99! You supply the power!)
I occasionally require outside recognition that I can, in fact, be feminine. I did wear a pink dress that I sewed and designed today. Then I came home, changed into my man-shirt that I turned into a long tank top and no pants, and enjoyed 3 day old pizza and beer while watching The Walking Dead.
And made cupcakes and another dress.
It's a modern world we live in my friends. And I am glad. I am fairly certain Betty Draper would love to have been able to indulge in pizza and beer and pantsless-apartment wandering and gory shows about the undead. Maybe she would have been less of a biatch if she had done so every now and then. Sorry Betty. The truth hurts.
For the record, Mad Men bored me half to death. I only kept watching it because the constant quiet dialogue with lack of backing music made me feel like I wasn't ALWAYS home alone when I moved in to my apartment.
It could use some zombies.
I'm just saying.
Thank you for saying I'm a "total babe" while I:
a) looked like hell
b) hated every second of demonstrating how to use the Jelly Belly Manual Ice Shaver (only $14.99! You supply the power!)
I occasionally require outside recognition that I can, in fact, be feminine. I did wear a pink dress that I sewed and designed today. Then I came home, changed into my man-shirt that I turned into a long tank top and no pants, and enjoyed 3 day old pizza and beer while watching The Walking Dead.
And made cupcakes and another dress.
It's a modern world we live in my friends. And I am glad. I am fairly certain Betty Draper would love to have been able to indulge in pizza and beer and pantsless-apartment wandering and gory shows about the undead. Maybe she would have been less of a biatch if she had done so every now and then. Sorry Betty. The truth hurts.
For the record, Mad Men bored me half to death. I only kept watching it because the constant quiet dialogue with lack of backing music made me feel like I wasn't ALWAYS home alone when I moved in to my apartment.
It could use some zombies.
I'm just saying.
29.6.12
CONVERSATIONS WITH MY SISTER: ENCOURAGEMENT
Siobhan: I really want quesadillas
Sophie: ooh nice. Make one
Siobhan: I'm at work
Sophie: so? Ke$ha couldn't sing. Did that stop her? No, she found auto tune. You work at sears, the world is your oysters
28.6.12
THIS MIGHT BE A LITTLE BIT UNFAIR?
It's a bit of a dick move; posting these pictures of my latest sewing success when the intended recipient hasn't been able to admire it first-hand in all of its completed glory.
At least not with the head attached properly.
There was an emergency involving a form of separation anxiety. Head became separated from body. It made me anxious.
Nevertheless, it has been dealt with.
So smiley! And both with such skillfully attached heads!
Anyway, it's not my fault that Creamsicle Panda is at my house and his owner? BFF? sidekick..? my boyfriend is in BC, unable to partake in cuddling the little guy's super soft fur and keeping me safe from zombies and other undead things whilst we watch The Walking Dead and reread Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter (BTWs, I don't remember if I blogged about it to say "Hey, this book is really good you guys!" before it was a movie or whatever... but I meant to. Because it is.)
But anyway, back to the bear. He's fuzzy. He's a panda. He's the colour of creamsicles. (I also forgot if I told you about my creamsicle cupcakes I made for my birthday? They tasted like creamsicles! In cupcake form! It was surreal!)
Back to the bear. He's pretty awesome.
And he's a superhero.
Of course he is. How could he not be when I was listening to the score from The Bourne Supremacy while sewing? I mean... come on now.
At least not with the head attached properly.
There was an emergency involving a form of separation anxiety. Head became separated from body. It made me anxious.
Nevertheless, it has been dealt with.
So smiley! And both with such skillfully attached heads!
Anyway, it's not my fault that Creamsicle Panda is at my house and his owner? BFF? sidekick..? my boyfriend is in BC, unable to partake in cuddling the little guy's super soft fur and keeping me safe from zombies and other undead things whilst we watch The Walking Dead and reread Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter (BTWs, I don't remember if I blogged about it to say "Hey, this book is really good you guys!" before it was a movie or whatever... but I meant to. Because it is.)
But anyway, back to the bear. He's fuzzy. He's a panda. He's the colour of creamsicles. (I also forgot if I told you about my creamsicle cupcakes I made for my birthday? They tasted like creamsicles! In cupcake form! It was surreal!)
Back to the bear. He's pretty awesome.
And he's a superhero.
Of course he is. How could he not be when I was listening to the score from The Bourne Supremacy while sewing? I mean... come on now.
Try and do something NOT EPIC while this is playing.
Here's the bear in his get-up:
Pretty sure this is considered dancing... Pretty sure the dance maneuver pictured is, in fact,
The Sneaky Pete.
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