Right. So - today (and yesterday in fact) were supposed to be the days to clean and pack. That was the goal. Yesterday I went downtown to buy a birthday present (or two) for my dad (who's birthday it is today) and returned home with 2 CDs for him, and a Yo La Tengo box set (Prisoners of Love). It makes for hours of listening and distraction. Highly recommended to anyone.
Today - so far. 10:04am and hardly anything packed. Great. Yay! Woo Hoo.
Queen of procrastination.
Well, Best to get a move on. My parents are arriving tomorrow.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Racist Old Crazies
Packing is Lame. Lame-o. We have accumulated way too much stuff. I don't know how it happened. It's like it just appeared. Well. Maybe not quite. But I can't believe we own so much.
Packing is hard to do. There's nothing really rewarding about it. Once it's packed, then you have to clean. So much effort. Will the new place be worth it? I hope so.
Funny story....
Our current landlord phones today and says:
"So, I hear you're moving out. Your new place phoned us."
and I'm thinking "Ok, but you sold and forced us to move - so obviously we're moving out." He also gave us our damage deposit back - a week before we move out.
Strange.
My cat seems to stare at me everywhere I go in the apartment. I think she's got a plot to do away with me. Her eyes don't look friently and she's bitten me three times tonight - while I was petting her. It was as if she just couldn't stop herself.
All the ladies with narrow feet are flocking into work and I must have the narrow lady magnet glued to my head. The majority of them are self righteous, rude and bitchy. As if I ordered in the shoes and simply decided not to get any narrows. My favourite comment today was "They make all the shoes in China now. Asians all have wide feet and that's why they don't make narrows anymore." That's right up there with the "These shoes stink because they were made in China." Anybody who thought old ladies were sweet are definetly wrong.
One day I'm going to write a book of all my crazy shoe selling related stories. But not today.
I have to pack.
Boo.
Packing is hard to do. There's nothing really rewarding about it. Once it's packed, then you have to clean. So much effort. Will the new place be worth it? I hope so.
Funny story....
Our current landlord phones today and says:
"So, I hear you're moving out. Your new place phoned us."
and I'm thinking "Ok, but you sold and forced us to move - so obviously we're moving out." He also gave us our damage deposit back - a week before we move out.
Strange.
My cat seems to stare at me everywhere I go in the apartment. I think she's got a plot to do away with me. Her eyes don't look friently and she's bitten me three times tonight - while I was petting her. It was as if she just couldn't stop herself.
All the ladies with narrow feet are flocking into work and I must have the narrow lady magnet glued to my head. The majority of them are self righteous, rude and bitchy. As if I ordered in the shoes and simply decided not to get any narrows. My favourite comment today was "They make all the shoes in China now. Asians all have wide feet and that's why they don't make narrows anymore." That's right up there with the "These shoes stink because they were made in China." Anybody who thought old ladies were sweet are definetly wrong.
One day I'm going to write a book of all my crazy shoe selling related stories. But not today.
I have to pack.
Boo.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Thursday, March 10, 2005
"Out here in the field..... "
.......I feel so alone.
One might ask themselves how it is possible to feel alone, when there are obviously people around who care. Anything is possible. There are many dimensions of loneliness - most not limitted the the physical surroundings by other people. It depends on what kind of person you are. Some people only feel lonely and left out when there aren't enough people around. I think it's possible to feel the most lonely in a room full of people - and it can be a room full of people who you know really care about you. You feel the most lonely when no matter how hard you try to explain your thoughts, feelings, and opinions to others and they just don't get it.
the simple things you see are all complicated..
Is it possible to have your reactions and emotions so stereotyped that you've backed yourself into a corner? Although there are ways out of the corner, you're so shocked to find yourself there that you can't see the way out? When you do, it looks so difficult that you'd rather just sink into the floor and pray everything just goes away?
I just finished reading "Fall On Your Knees" by Ann-Marie MacDonald. It was good. It was a hard story to choke down. It was frustrating. It was depressing. It was like watching a car accident about to happen, and you just can't look away. It was an Oraph Book Club Book. That, I would have never expected. The woman deserves more credit that I've been giving her lately.
It made me think about religion - since many of the characters are devoutely catholic. Lately I think I've been giving more and more into my atheistic side (if you can even put it that way). It's not that I don't believe in God, because I do. It's just that I find it hard to think that I supposedly believe in the same God that makes other people believe in such strange and unjust things. Religion seems to blind a great deal of people (or atleast a number of very active, public people) to deny other human beings basic rights. My thoughts are too complicated to even write down.
"He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine."
For those who will find it note-worthy, and for those of you that don't already know.. We're not moving to Nelson. In retro-spect it's hard to believe I thought it was a good idea. It all became clear last Friday night. It's easier to tell when you've made the wrong descision that when you've made the right one. It feels a lot better when you've figured it all out and you realize what is in your best interests.
So to dissapoint the so-called "Vancouver Alliance" I heard a rumor about - I found Sean and I an apartment here in Victoria. It's got all hardwood floors and is possibly bigger than what we have now. It's ok to have Herms and I don't even have to pay a pet deposit! Wooo wee.
I know it sucks to find a job - but it's going to work out, it's going to be ok.
I've worked hard at mine, to get where I've gotten and I can't let myself feel it was all for nothing.
........................... I like my chosen lyrics tonight.
One might ask themselves how it is possible to feel alone, when there are obviously people around who care. Anything is possible. There are many dimensions of loneliness - most not limitted the the physical surroundings by other people. It depends on what kind of person you are. Some people only feel lonely and left out when there aren't enough people around. I think it's possible to feel the most lonely in a room full of people - and it can be a room full of people who you know really care about you. You feel the most lonely when no matter how hard you try to explain your thoughts, feelings, and opinions to others and they just don't get it.
the simple things you see are all complicated..
Is it possible to have your reactions and emotions so stereotyped that you've backed yourself into a corner? Although there are ways out of the corner, you're so shocked to find yourself there that you can't see the way out? When you do, it looks so difficult that you'd rather just sink into the floor and pray everything just goes away?
I just finished reading "Fall On Your Knees" by Ann-Marie MacDonald. It was good. It was a hard story to choke down. It was frustrating. It was depressing. It was like watching a car accident about to happen, and you just can't look away. It was an Oraph Book Club Book. That, I would have never expected. The woman deserves more credit that I've been giving her lately.
It made me think about religion - since many of the characters are devoutely catholic. Lately I think I've been giving more and more into my atheistic side (if you can even put it that way). It's not that I don't believe in God, because I do. It's just that I find it hard to think that I supposedly believe in the same God that makes other people believe in such strange and unjust things. Religion seems to blind a great deal of people (or atleast a number of very active, public people) to deny other human beings basic rights. My thoughts are too complicated to even write down.
"He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine."
For those who will find it note-worthy, and for those of you that don't already know.. We're not moving to Nelson. In retro-spect it's hard to believe I thought it was a good idea. It all became clear last Friday night. It's easier to tell when you've made the wrong descision that when you've made the right one. It feels a lot better when you've figured it all out and you realize what is in your best interests.
So to dissapoint the so-called "Vancouver Alliance" I heard a rumor about - I found Sean and I an apartment here in Victoria. It's got all hardwood floors and is possibly bigger than what we have now. It's ok to have Herms and I don't even have to pay a pet deposit! Wooo wee.
I know it sucks to find a job - but it's going to work out, it's going to be ok.
I've worked hard at mine, to get where I've gotten and I can't let myself feel it was all for nothing.
........................... I like my chosen lyrics tonight.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Unofficially, Officially
Yagh.
So the unofficial, yet official, descision is to make the move to Nelson. It's unofficially in the respect that it's not too late to find a new place to live in Victoria. It's not too late to change our minds. It's basically not to late to change our minds until Sean's mom finds us an apartment in Nelson.
It's really all quite scary, yet exciting. Staying here or leaving here was going to be exciting. It seems like if we're being forced to move - why not just make the most of it and move as far as we can?
Sean's been making noise about moving to Vancouver. I know that there are certain people out there who would also like us to move to Vancouver.... but here's the thing... I don't really like Vancouver all that much. Sean thinks I'm being irrational about it - but I think he's completely irrational for not liking Victoria. It's all a personal perspective. He claims he can't get a job here - but he could in Vancouver. We all know that if he really really wanted a job here he would get one.
Hopefully we've made the right decision. I thought Sean was going to be slightly more excited about it than he is, so it's making me nervous.
I thought I'd be more excited, but it seems I don't care much either way.
So the unofficial, yet official, descision is to make the move to Nelson. It's unofficially in the respect that it's not too late to find a new place to live in Victoria. It's not too late to change our minds. It's basically not to late to change our minds until Sean's mom finds us an apartment in Nelson.
It's really all quite scary, yet exciting. Staying here or leaving here was going to be exciting. It seems like if we're being forced to move - why not just make the most of it and move as far as we can?
Sean's been making noise about moving to Vancouver. I know that there are certain people out there who would also like us to move to Vancouver.... but here's the thing... I don't really like Vancouver all that much. Sean thinks I'm being irrational about it - but I think he's completely irrational for not liking Victoria. It's all a personal perspective. He claims he can't get a job here - but he could in Vancouver. We all know that if he really really wanted a job here he would get one.
Hopefully we've made the right decision. I thought Sean was going to be slightly more excited about it than he is, so it's making me nervous.
I thought I'd be more excited, but it seems I don't care much either way.
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