( Three Things Or So... )

I think it's time to accept the fact that my orchid plant is dead. First I over-watered it, then I under-watered it and then I decided at the 11th hour to have a regular watering schedule and try and tend the thing ( Read more... )

Between temporarily turning into one of those house-proud loons over the weekend (every big thrift store AND Ikea- my feet were ground into nubs) and my current flaking out on a movie, I'm wondering if I'm turning into one of those people. You know who they are. The ones who always say they want to go out more, but never do because they have a date ( Read more... )

I didn't realize how odd it would be, or how nostalgia-inducing, to see Froshies wandering the streets of Montreal. This whole post-grad thing kind of snuck up on me. It felt like one day it was still summer and I could maintain the illusion of being a college student on a temporary break from life. And then the next day, drunken 18 year-olds were ( Read more... )

A bee stung me today. Clearly the survivors of colony collapse are coming back and this time they're pollinating MAYHEM. Or maybe it was my fault for not checking where I was leaning my hand and pretty much impaling myself on a bee. That being said, as a bee lover and wannabe apiarist, I still feel betrayed. Just which beloved creature will turn on ( Read more... )

I am not dead. With this heat, I kind of want to be, but I'm not. Yet. I just had a busy week, then a week without Internet (BELL!!) and then... well... I couldn't think of much to say. Here's what I learned over the past few weeks ( Read more... )

Well, tonight I had a really good conversation with a friend. And then on the way home, I was happily bouncing my keys in my hand when my key chain exploded and sent one of my keys tumbling to the ground in a dark alleyway. And of course it was the dull one that barely reflects anything.

After 10 minutes of looking like a drunk loser (not the former ( Read more... )

I'm fleeing Montreal for a few days to go out in the country. Pistache, who is currently purring merrily with his paws under my arm and his head on top, will probably be unamused by this turn of events. I have someone coming over to look after him, so hopefully he won't be cranky enough to barf all over my bed ( Read more... )

Oh God, it was either the mechanical bull or my friend's couch, but I feel like I've been put through a food processor. It doesn't hurt as much if I bend my arms and tilt my neck at just the right angle though ( Read more... )

Sorry about the silence, guys. I got back from New York and right into a week plus of old job, new job, and convocation. The good news is that I have one very expensive piece of paper (to be nailed on a wall in its paper envelope) and by association a shiny new undergraduate degree. The bad news is that I've managed to screw up the rest of my life ( Read more... )