I'll go all snicker-snack on you with my vorpral sword!
Another day, another dollar... spent. I was actually extremely productive today, acheaving at least one thing out of many of my various projects before the sun went down. Or, in and around the time the sun went down, but whatever.
So did you all catch the game last night? What a game, what a night! One of those bitter-sweet moments, right, cause you can't have one completely perfect day. But good enough to justify still being excited about most of it (and perhaps a little concerned about the rest). Work ended early due to weather complications, which isn't something I would ever start complaining about if you know me. But my day doesn't start there, just the natural progression of my thought process. Let's start from the beginning, crazy as it sounds. So the day actually started with me making possibly one of the hardest choices I've had to make: wake up at 7am and wait for Brian to show up at my house, or sleep into 9 and hope for the best. And the reason for this was simply because I forgot what time he said he'd be there. As it happens, he showed up at twenty after seven, which was coincedentally five minutes after I gave up waiting for him. And then he tried to guilt me into believing he'd been waiting for twenty minutes for me, but you have to wake up pretty early in the morning to get that by me. Actually it was pretty early in the morning, and you could get just about anything past me until the early afternoon, but that's besides the point since... never mind. You get the picture. Anyway, so we drove out to Richmond and had a really successful experience of eating McDonalds for breakfast cause we won a free McGriddle so when we stopped a second time to use the potty on the way back I was able to cash in on it. And as we all know, the only better than a good meal, is two good meals!
Oh yeah, the whole business end of the trip went well too. So we came back and worked for a while, but then the cold and wet started getting to his old man bones and we packed it in. We still got alot done, since we're the superest workers ever down at Knight & Son's Contracting and Labour Ready Services Inc. After work I went home, got all cleaned up and put on my face (literally, I walk around most of the day without a face. It really creeps some people out) and hopped onto a bus out to Coquitlam. Eventually one of these days I'll have to take note of traffic patterns during certain parts of the day, since I ended up just sitting there for like over an hour, and my bum went numb again. And it was boring. And I was late. But I did get there eventually, and after getting Shelby lost with my sorry excuse for directions to the Golden Spike, the place we were all meeting up to watch the game, we found our way there and got settled in. I haven't been to too many places, since my current in-town watering hole is like a block away from my house and last season I just regulered there, but I wanted something new and exciting this year. Somewhere fresh. Somewhere vibrant. Somewhere.... that served food! And so they did. They even have these awsome little burgers that they serve on the nights the Canucks are playing for only a buck each. We ordered like a million of those. And they have all sorts of prizes and raffles going on throughout the game, most of which are free and they just give away. One of them, they give every group of people a hockey puck with a name of a Canuck on it, and if that player scores, you win! Well the guy tossed me one which said "H. Sedin" on it, and if you've been following the season you'll know that he's on top of the league for assists at 11, and tied for last in goals with zero. So I thought, 'oh great, that's about the worst luck we could have gotten...' But you know what they say about chickens, and not counting them, because last night he scored not only once, but twice! Then, to top it all off, they raffled off a bunch of prizes after the game, and we won a Canucks t-shirt, which was too small for either Kjell or I to wear, so we gave it to Shelby. Who happens to be a twig and it hung down to her knees. Oh well, she got herself a brand new nightgown, and one everybody could be proud of wearing! I didn't, however, win the Roberto Luongo jersey, which would have been sweet, but I'll just settle for having his babies.
I kid.
The night abruptly ended with having to take the bus home, which was must less painful than the ride there, and then a nice late-night conversation which was very progressive. And then today was all kinds of productive, with me doing up a new design I have mixed feelings about, which is generally a good thing because the ones that I like the most are usually the ones which are the worst, and the ones I'm most iffy about are the ones that generally get the best reactions. Then I went to go bug my dad at work, but he had enough bugging him that he couldn't even talk to me, so I just stole his car instead. I got a chance to run around and do all the errands I've needed to get done for a while: a trip to EB Games, the It's My Party store in burquitlam to put the final touches on my Halloween costume, a stop off at Rogan's to catch up and snag some yummy leftover pizza for lunch, a trip to Staples to pick up some paper and sharpie-rip-offs for the Fun Factory next week, and finally Save-On to pick up some nessesities and sustanence. Namely, hot dogs, hot dog buns, wearhouse pack of mac and cheese, and coke. Seriously, if I keep eating this great all the time, I'll never make it through bachelorhood. I kid.
I'm pretty nervous for the Fun Factory this year, since insead of doing face painting, I'll be doing these characatures. Technically, I should be able to do it just fine, and even if I mess up the general public at large never really notices it anyway, but I still get nervous about this stuff all the time. Although, it's not such a big deal since even if I was doing the face painting still, I'd be just as nervous about that, too. So really, nothing has changed, I've just transfered my insecurities to a new medium. You know, spicing things up, keeping life interesting.
I also got a back pain today, which I noticed on my way home from my shopping experience. Now, I never get aches and pains, not in my back. My legs have been tired, but that's just cause I keep running to and from the bus stop (Tuesday after art class, I had three minutes to make it from the bus stop home to catch my TV show in time. As it turns out, I made it in time, but I still missed the beginning cause I couldn't figure out what channel it was on. Then yesterday I walked to the bus stop to go out to coquitlam at 4:38, when I realized that my glasses were still at home. The bus gets to that stop at 4:45, so I had seven minutes to run home and back, which is a three minute run. I made it back just as the bus was pulling up to the stop. My breath caught up somewhere on the Pitt River Bridge), and I can still feel it. I don't like these signs that my body's falling apart. There's so much I still want to do with my life... like live forever. And if I fall to pieces and die, well that will put a huge kink in my plan. Anyway, it's nothing that an advil can't fix, or since one regular strength advil (or safe-for-newborn-baby strength) would knock me clean off my feet and uncouncious since I never take medication, it's nothing that a can or two of coke can't fix. Yummm...
So what do you think? Will Brian call at 7, 7:30, 8, 8:30, or 11 to get me out of bed tomorrow. My bet is on 8:30, that just seems like a likely time. He neglected to mention it, so I have no way of knowing. Oh sure, I guess I could have called him myself, but then I'd take all surprise out of my life. No, seriously, that's all I've got going for me right now. Unless my long lost evil twin shows up on my doorstep, the only excitement will pretty much be finding out what time my sadistic boss feels like waking me up. What time before noon, I should clarify. I kid again, it's not that bad. =P
So did you all catch the game last night? What a game, what a night! One of those bitter-sweet moments, right, cause you can't have one completely perfect day. But good enough to justify still being excited about most of it (and perhaps a little concerned about the rest). Work ended early due to weather complications, which isn't something I would ever start complaining about if you know me. But my day doesn't start there, just the natural progression of my thought process. Let's start from the beginning, crazy as it sounds. So the day actually started with me making possibly one of the hardest choices I've had to make: wake up at 7am and wait for Brian to show up at my house, or sleep into 9 and hope for the best. And the reason for this was simply because I forgot what time he said he'd be there. As it happens, he showed up at twenty after seven, which was coincedentally five minutes after I gave up waiting for him. And then he tried to guilt me into believing he'd been waiting for twenty minutes for me, but you have to wake up pretty early in the morning to get that by me. Actually it was pretty early in the morning, and you could get just about anything past me until the early afternoon, but that's besides the point since... never mind. You get the picture. Anyway, so we drove out to Richmond and had a really successful experience of eating McDonalds for breakfast cause we won a free McGriddle so when we stopped a second time to use the potty on the way back I was able to cash in on it. And as we all know, the only better than a good meal, is two good meals!
Oh yeah, the whole business end of the trip went well too. So we came back and worked for a while, but then the cold and wet started getting to his old man bones and we packed it in. We still got alot done, since we're the superest workers ever down at Knight & Son's Contracting and Labour Ready Services Inc. After work I went home, got all cleaned up and put on my face (literally, I walk around most of the day without a face. It really creeps some people out) and hopped onto a bus out to Coquitlam. Eventually one of these days I'll have to take note of traffic patterns during certain parts of the day, since I ended up just sitting there for like over an hour, and my bum went numb again. And it was boring. And I was late. But I did get there eventually, and after getting Shelby lost with my sorry excuse for directions to the Golden Spike, the place we were all meeting up to watch the game, we found our way there and got settled in. I haven't been to too many places, since my current in-town watering hole is like a block away from my house and last season I just regulered there, but I wanted something new and exciting this year. Somewhere fresh. Somewhere vibrant. Somewhere.... that served food! And so they did. They even have these awsome little burgers that they serve on the nights the Canucks are playing for only a buck each. We ordered like a million of those. And they have all sorts of prizes and raffles going on throughout the game, most of which are free and they just give away. One of them, they give every group of people a hockey puck with a name of a Canuck on it, and if that player scores, you win! Well the guy tossed me one which said "H. Sedin" on it, and if you've been following the season you'll know that he's on top of the league for assists at 11, and tied for last in goals with zero. So I thought, 'oh great, that's about the worst luck we could have gotten...' But you know what they say about chickens, and not counting them, because last night he scored not only once, but twice! Then, to top it all off, they raffled off a bunch of prizes after the game, and we won a Canucks t-shirt, which was too small for either Kjell or I to wear, so we gave it to Shelby. Who happens to be a twig and it hung down to her knees. Oh well, she got herself a brand new nightgown, and one everybody could be proud of wearing! I didn't, however, win the Roberto Luongo jersey, which would have been sweet, but I'll just settle for having his babies.
I kid.
The night abruptly ended with having to take the bus home, which was must less painful than the ride there, and then a nice late-night conversation which was very progressive. And then today was all kinds of productive, with me doing up a new design I have mixed feelings about, which is generally a good thing because the ones that I like the most are usually the ones which are the worst, and the ones I'm most iffy about are the ones that generally get the best reactions. Then I went to go bug my dad at work, but he had enough bugging him that he couldn't even talk to me, so I just stole his car instead. I got a chance to run around and do all the errands I've needed to get done for a while: a trip to EB Games, the It's My Party store in burquitlam to put the final touches on my Halloween costume, a stop off at Rogan's to catch up and snag some yummy leftover pizza for lunch, a trip to Staples to pick up some paper and sharpie-rip-offs for the Fun Factory next week, and finally Save-On to pick up some nessesities and sustanence. Namely, hot dogs, hot dog buns, wearhouse pack of mac and cheese, and coke. Seriously, if I keep eating this great all the time, I'll never make it through bachelorhood. I kid.
I'm pretty nervous for the Fun Factory this year, since insead of doing face painting, I'll be doing these characatures. Technically, I should be able to do it just fine, and even if I mess up the general public at large never really notices it anyway, but I still get nervous about this stuff all the time. Although, it's not such a big deal since even if I was doing the face painting still, I'd be just as nervous about that, too. So really, nothing has changed, I've just transfered my insecurities to a new medium. You know, spicing things up, keeping life interesting.
I also got a back pain today, which I noticed on my way home from my shopping experience. Now, I never get aches and pains, not in my back. My legs have been tired, but that's just cause I keep running to and from the bus stop (Tuesday after art class, I had three minutes to make it from the bus stop home to catch my TV show in time. As it turns out, I made it in time, but I still missed the beginning cause I couldn't figure out what channel it was on. Then yesterday I walked to the bus stop to go out to coquitlam at 4:38, when I realized that my glasses were still at home. The bus gets to that stop at 4:45, so I had seven minutes to run home and back, which is a three minute run. I made it back just as the bus was pulling up to the stop. My breath caught up somewhere on the Pitt River Bridge), and I can still feel it. I don't like these signs that my body's falling apart. There's so much I still want to do with my life... like live forever. And if I fall to pieces and die, well that will put a huge kink in my plan. Anyway, it's nothing that an advil can't fix, or since one regular strength advil (or safe-for-newborn-baby strength) would knock me clean off my feet and uncouncious since I never take medication, it's nothing that a can or two of coke can't fix. Yummm...
So what do you think? Will Brian call at 7, 7:30, 8, 8:30, or 11 to get me out of bed tomorrow. My bet is on 8:30, that just seems like a likely time. He neglected to mention it, so I have no way of knowing. Oh sure, I guess I could have called him myself, but then I'd take all surprise out of my life. No, seriously, that's all I've got going for me right now. Unless my long lost evil twin shows up on my doorstep, the only excitement will pretty much be finding out what time my sadistic boss feels like waking me up. What time before noon, I should clarify. I kid again, it's not that bad. =P