*wheeze*
A Series of Unrelated Remarks
1) I feel like I'm losing my voice, but apparently I don't sound as bad as I did yesterday. I hope I'm completely better for Aidan's arrival on Friday.
2) I have a doctor's appointment at 14:15 tomorrow, which I mustn't forget about.
3) Need to make a hair appointment for Friday afternoon.
4) Just signed up to be a leedur in f!rosh group π ("pi," in case LJ doesn't support special characters). You, too, can now start to be cool at the 0T5 F!rosh Leedur Forums, where the group sign-ups are taking place. Spots are limited to 22 people per group, so grab yours while it's still hot!
5) My Uncle John (aka My Godfather, aka Sarah's Dad, the Anglican Priest) has had a member of the "church army" from Jamaica staying with him and Sarah's mom in Schreiber for most of this summer. They came down to TBay yesterday and stayed the night because they needed to drop him off at the airport today for his flight out. Cayo left this morning for parts unknown to me and thank Christ for that, amen. Everything I'd been told about him in advance had me prepared for a sleezy, egotistical, sexist nutjob who thought that a) he was irresistable to women and that b) women were put on Earth to serve men. From the brief time I spent in his presence, I would say that description was fairly accurate.
For example, dinner last night consisted of me, Sarah, her parents, her brother and his girlfriend, and everyone's favourite Jamaican at a local restaurant. At dinner he asked (more like "told") Sarah to take some pictures of him afterwards "for the internet." She said fine and then once we got back to the house she dutifully headed with him into the backyard with her camera, dragging me along to help keep her sane and unmolested/ungroped. So she started taking pictures of him around the backyard and then a couple of minutes into it he said, "Now take some pictures of me with my shirt off!" He then pulled off his sweaty, smelly shirt and THREW IT SQUARE INTO MY FACE as I sat on a bench nearby. Mother fucker. It's incidents like that and others which really make me start to hate men on principle. Scumbag.
6) I still need to think of ideas for my hardhat, but I'm coming up dry. I'm currently toying with a flying saucer / alien invader idea, but it may be more effort than my laziness will abide by.
7) Aidan is so cute. I forgot to log off MSN before leaving the house this afternoon and here's what he messaged me, checking to see if I was actually still there:
Aidan says:
Still there, my little pudding of serendipity?
Aidan says:
Hm, my sweet pillar of potatoes?
Aidan says:
Hm, my fishily rhapsodic rhododendron?
Aidan says:
My sweet angel of ignoryness?
Aidan says:
Coming and going?
Aidan says:
Potassium sulphate?
Aidan says:
I'm going to call you, Tibby.
Dawww. :) By that point, we'd gotten back to the house and had started to eat dinner before I'd had a chance to check the computer. I got the call in the midst of dessert and picked up the phone with a mouthful of strawberries. Didn't see his MSN messages until after the call. Hehehe So sweet...
8) Been looking at the recurring tracks on my ever-changing playlists this summer and have decided that the following are my...
Summer Anthems of 2005
Black Roses Red / Alana Grace
(from the soundtrack of The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants; Sar is sick to death of this song by now, but I still love it)
Dip it Low (Full Phat Shawnna Remix) / Christina Milian f. Shawnna
(from John's MP3 collection *gasp*; it's so bloody catchy and it's been a listening staple during our drives to midnight swims -- thanks, John! ;)
Stick to Your Vision / Maestro
(another ditty courtesy of John and his esteemed "neighbour;" I'd forgotten how much I loved this song when it first came out)
I'm sure there are other songs I'm missing, but I think I've hit the most important ones of the summer right here. Be prepared to have me get teary-eyed if I hear one of these during the school year.
1) I feel like I'm losing my voice, but apparently I don't sound as bad as I did yesterday. I hope I'm completely better for Aidan's arrival on Friday.
2) I have a doctor's appointment at 14:15 tomorrow, which I mustn't forget about.
3) Need to make a hair appointment for Friday afternoon.
4) Just signed up to be a leedur in f!rosh group π ("pi," in case LJ doesn't support special characters). You, too, can now start to be cool at the 0T5 F!rosh Leedur Forums, where the group sign-ups are taking place. Spots are limited to 22 people per group, so grab yours while it's still hot!
5) My Uncle John (aka My Godfather, aka Sarah's Dad, the Anglican Priest) has had a member of the "church army" from Jamaica staying with him and Sarah's mom in Schreiber for most of this summer. They came down to TBay yesterday and stayed the night because they needed to drop him off at the airport today for his flight out. Cayo left this morning for parts unknown to me and thank Christ for that, amen. Everything I'd been told about him in advance had me prepared for a sleezy, egotistical, sexist nutjob who thought that a) he was irresistable to women and that b) women were put on Earth to serve men. From the brief time I spent in his presence, I would say that description was fairly accurate.
For example, dinner last night consisted of me, Sarah, her parents, her brother and his girlfriend, and everyone's favourite Jamaican at a local restaurant. At dinner he asked (more like "told") Sarah to take some pictures of him afterwards "for the internet." She said fine and then once we got back to the house she dutifully headed with him into the backyard with her camera, dragging me along to help keep her sane and unmolested/ungroped. So she started taking pictures of him around the backyard and then a couple of minutes into it he said, "Now take some pictures of me with my shirt off!" He then pulled off his sweaty, smelly shirt and THREW IT SQUARE INTO MY FACE as I sat on a bench nearby. Mother fucker. It's incidents like that and others which really make me start to hate men on principle. Scumbag.
6) I still need to think of ideas for my hardhat, but I'm coming up dry. I'm currently toying with a flying saucer / alien invader idea, but it may be more effort than my laziness will abide by.
7) Aidan is so cute. I forgot to log off MSN before leaving the house this afternoon and here's what he messaged me, checking to see if I was actually still there:
Aidan says:
Still there, my little pudding of serendipity?
Aidan says:
Hm, my sweet pillar of potatoes?
Aidan says:
Hm, my fishily rhapsodic rhododendron?
Aidan says:
My sweet angel of ignoryness?
Aidan says:
Coming and going?
Aidan says:
Potassium sulphate?
Aidan says:
I'm going to call you, Tibby.
Dawww. :) By that point, we'd gotten back to the house and had started to eat dinner before I'd had a chance to check the computer. I got the call in the midst of dessert and picked up the phone with a mouthful of strawberries. Didn't see his MSN messages until after the call. Hehehe So sweet...
8) Been looking at the recurring tracks on my ever-changing playlists this summer and have decided that the following are my...
Summer Anthems of 2005
Black Roses Red / Alana Grace
(from the soundtrack of The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants; Sar is sick to death of this song by now, but I still love it)
Dip it Low (Full Phat Shawnna Remix) / Christina Milian f. Shawnna
(from John's MP3 collection *gasp*; it's so bloody catchy and it's been a listening staple during our drives to midnight swims -- thanks, John! ;)
Stick to Your Vision / Maestro
(another ditty courtesy of John and his esteemed "neighbour;" I'd forgotten how much I loved this song when it first came out)
I'm sure there are other songs I'm missing, but I think I've hit the most important ones of the summer right here. Be prepared to have me get teary-eyed if I hear one of these during the school year.