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Monday, June 30, 2003
$67 Worth of Undergarments
Do not, I repeat, do not let me into La Senza when they have a sale going on. I will spend unnecessary amounts of money on things that are pretty and matching. Oy.
Man, with Chris and Brian signing off from their blogs, what am I going to busy myself with on the computer now? I read them regularly! It's sad to see you boys go, it really is. "Thanks for all your support, have a good day, all the best." That's what a customer representative from Bell said to me this afternoon before clicking off.
I suppose I can continue to read The Order of the Phoenix. Three days and it's still not done. 766 pages is more than I thought. I've been reading all morning and so far I'm only at Chapter Twenty-Three, Christmas on the Closed Ward. So far? Meh, it's pretty good. Perhaps I should've waited until the hype died down so I didn't expect anything. Not that my expectations were high, this just wasn't what I was expecting. It feels like this book was written by another author, with all the yelling and snarling and screaching and bellowing and roaring and CAPITAL LETTERS and exclamation marks, it starts off rather angrily. I was surprised is all. Rowling's cleverness is still seen in the names of Kreacher the house elf, and Karkus the Gurg (of the Giants).
Instant hilarity: "One person can't feel all that at once, they'd explode."
"Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have." -Hermione (to Ron)
It's still a page turner as I haven't been doing anything all day but reading. I got up and came to the computer so I could get my blood flowing again. But here I am, still sitting down, blood still settling in my butt.
I think it's time to go for a run.
4:42 pm
Saturday, June 28, 2003
Hello, Would You Like Some Tea?
On weekends, you can usually find me standing somewhere outside of the Tea Shop offering free samples of tea, hot or iced. My hope is that people will approach me wanting a sip of tea. Sometimes, I get more than I wish for. A few weeks ago, I was accosted by a triumverate of hooligans who took handfuls of tea biscuits and proclaimed that our tea "sucked". Fine. Then a man, who later introduced himself as Derwin, took a photo of me to show his friend who worked at Stratford making costumes or something. We chatted for a bit about Star Trek (though I know nothing of it) and he gave me his card. This is his website. He's a science fiction writer who has an award named after him, the Derwin Mak Attack Award for sick humour. Wha-? *shrugs* Beats me.
Here is a biased account of my adventures today with Lawrence.
Lalala, here I am handing out tea. Oh look, there is a man who works here at the mall. I can tell because he is dressed like someone who would work at the mall. I shall smile faintly at him because I am too tired to smile brightly. *smile* Oh look, there he goes that way. Approximately 5 minutes later I see him come back.
Man: Oh hi, what are you selling?
Me: Hi, we're actually sampling some tea, would you like some?
Man: Sure. *sip* What's your name?
Well, that was sudden.
Me: Oh, I'm Shirley. And you are?
Man: I'm Lawrence. I work at The Cutting Edge. We sell kitchen supplies.
Me: Riiight, the knife place.
And so we banter about his knifey job and my day so far at the shop....
Me: So are you on break or something?
Lawrence: Yes, it's just me and the owner, we just leave whenever we want.
Me: Mmm, that's nice.
Lawrence: So, Shirley. Can I have your home phone number?
Whoa. Did he actually say that?
Me: Excuse me?
Lawrence: Can I have your home phone number?
So he did.
Me: *quite flabbergasted* Uhhh, I don't think so.
Lawrence: Why not?
Why not? Why not?? What's with this guy? Aw jeebus.
Me: I just...don't think it's a good idea to...give my phone number out.
Lawrence: Well, make a decision. Yes or no.
Alright Mr. Pushy-Pushy. That's no way to talk to a lady. You want to go out with me or something? Try being a bit nicer! Meanie.
Me: No.
And with that, we bid each other a good day and he left.
A half hour later I see him over at the store buying some tea. Two cups. And then I see him leaving the store. And walking towards me. At this point, I'm assuming he's come to apologize and maybe offer me some tea.
Lawrence: Hey Shirley. How's it going?
Me: Good, thanks.
He puts his tea down on the table. He pulls out a piece of paper and a pen.
Lawrence: So Shirley, I asked for your phone number.
I look (aghast) from the pen and paper to him to the tea to the pen and paper and to him again. I'm blown away. I can't believe this guy. I said no, I actually said NO, not "maybe" or any other wishy-washy answer. NO.
Me: Look, Lawrence, I'm sorry, but I...I kind of have...a boyfriend. That's why I said no last time, sorry.
Yeesh. I will never assume anything ever again.
7:58 pm
Finally Got My Hands On
The Order of the Phoenix! The lovely Katy Chan was nice enough to order her own copy, finish it in a few days and take a train from Montreal to let me borrow it! What a sweetie. When she comes back from New York we're going to do a little trade-off; I give her book back as long as she hands off some slutty tops from Victoria's Secret. Thank goodness for semi-annual sales, otherwise I would never get my low-cut clubbing stuff for next year.
Are there even any clubs in Waterloo?
Blink 182 CDs! Shopping with Cliff led to MusicWorld where I was deceived by their 1/2 price sale and paid a whopping $65 for 4 CDs I thought I was going to get for a mere $40. It's bad advertising, I tell you. They put stickers on all these CDs you'd never believe were on sale. Because they're not! Even though they have the bright baby blue 1/2 price sticker on it, you only get it for cheap if you buy another CD of equal or greater value. Boo that. So I handed over my debit card and paid a huge sum of money because I was too much of a spineless jellyfish to say to the cashier that I didn't want the expensive CDs. Three days later, I beat the system! Thanks to the ingenious thinking of one Gary, I returned to MusicWorld and attempted to refund the CDs that were regular price and keep the ones I got for half off. It worked! I'm now the proud owner of Dude Ranch and Take Off Your Pants and Jacket, both for only $9.50. Mwaha. All I have to do now in order to own the CDs I was drooling over before is to buy them, and return the expensive ones. No, I will not download music...I'm not morally against it, I'd just rather go through this exhaustive process. Trust me, it's better this way.
I finally get to see Laurier tomorrow and spend some quality time with none other than Pratik. Wow, it's like double the pleasure. Kind of like those chocolate dipped bananas. You get all the nutritional value of the potassium filled fruit and the aphrodisiacy goodness of the sweet, sweet chocolate. Mmm...chocolate dipped banana....
1:15 pm
Thursday, June 26, 2003
This Doesn't Count, Does It?
I attended my brother's Graduation Ceremony tonight at Father Michael McGivney Academy and I left feeling a bit dirty.
Reason Number 1: Bare buttocks. Some guy mooned the auditorium when he went up to get his diploma. Classy.
Reason Number 2: Hot boys. Young boys. Well, they're not that young, but they are my brother's friends. Being a female, I do have the perogative to say who I think is hot or not, but it still feels a bit creepy. This is heightened by the fact that I've known them since they were in Grade 4 and I've seen them grow up...grow up into manly men! * sizzle*
Their Grad Band played "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong and surprisingly (very surprisingly), they did not butcher it, not even the singer. Did you think anyone could pull off a Louis Armstrong voice? I didn't. But I've finally met a person who can do a decent impressive impression of Satchmo. It was really good. They managed to blend in (somewhat) "Stand By Me" by Ben E. King and he did a good impression of that voice too. That Winfred character sure is cool.
In other unrelated news, my hair has grown. About an inch I think. They're quick little buggers. Funnily enough, although I miss my long hair and can't wait to get it back, I liked the length of it when it was freshly cut. This shaggy limbo it's in right now doesn't sit well with me.
11:01 pm
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
I.Need.To....
...go on a vacation, trip, road trip, anything! Just get me outta here!
...practice yoga again.
...return $65 worth of CDs that I bought because I thought they were on sale.
...clean my room.
...continue/finish reading Life of Pi.
...find something to do between 11am and 12pm and then again sometime in the afternoon if I'm not already out.
...put some socks on; my feet are freezing. Stupid air conditioning.
...play my Harry Potter Trivia Game. It's been months!
...go outside more often. I love this hot weather. I think I'll get the mail soon.
...work more hours, I need money!
...visit Laurier because I still haven't seen the school I'll be attending in September.
...fix my damn schedule. So far, I'm still missing a course in the Fall and in the winter, I have one class on Wednesdays but four on Thursdays. Stupid, freakin' frackin'....
11:41 am
Monday, June 23, 2003
Death By Registration
Currently: In the throes of despair! I'm trying to register for courses next year at Laurier and (in the words of my Joshua) it's death. DEEEAAATTTHHHHH!!! I've e-mailed more people than I can count with one hand and they all just happen to be on vacation. It's summer, who does that? One person was present enough to reply straight away and I immediately pounced on her kindness by sending her three more questions. Please help me....
I miss the Vice-Principal's computer doing this for me. Alas, I must maintain my cheery disposition depsite the 30+ degree weather outside (at one point I thought I was sweating because I was so nervous from registration), and put the Romance back into setting my schedule.
2:15 pm
Saturday, June 21, 2003
A Very Harry Night
At about 10pm last night....
Cape? Check.
Lightning bolt scar? Check.
Chopstick? Wand? Check.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Harry-freakin'-Potter!
To start the festivities, I brought along a Chocolate Frog (complete with a collector's card inside), Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and Acid Pops. Does anyone remember Acid Pops from the books? Cuz I don't. I left them all at Eileen's anyway, so unfortunately we didn't get to see our tongues change colour.
Can you believe I was one of two people who dressed up? Some people had scars, others wands, but no costumes??? C'mon! Anyhoo, the party was...*grumble* there was no magician, 'crafts' were colouring pages and 'treats' were freezies, I want magic! I actually expected Cauldron Cakes and stuff. Well, I made it fun! I sang my Harry Potter Party Song in line, jumped around and waved my chopstick wand at people. Greg and I got Certificates of House Membership to Gryffindor House because we're cool and we just wandered after that. 12:01am meant choas for those lining up for books; there was ruckus, but no riot (much to my dismay). I saw the new book in all it's golden yellow glory, and let me tell you, it is beautiful. Adrian was nice enough to offer to let me borrow his copy...once he's done reading it, and after Eileen is done too. How sweet.
Wes and Mike, where were you?
11:08 am
Thursday, June 19, 2003
Harry Potter Par-tay!
Okay, I just called Chpaters and spoke to a lovely customer representative about the release party this Friday (tomorrow, June 20). Here are all the details that I squeezed out:
10:00pm - 11:00pm: Store closed.
11:00pm - 12:00am: Store opens and hello release party! Expect crafts, treats and maybe a magician. (These activities are meant for the kiddies I'm sure, but seeing as it is waaaay past their bedtime, I think that 19 year old Harry Potter fans can enjoy them too.)
12:01am: The Order of The Phoenix is on sale!
1:00am: Store closes.
By the by, Chapters will be open at 8:00am on Saturday morning if you would like to purchase your copy then.
7:50 pm
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
A Shout Out To All Harry Potter Fans!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm over it. Now onto some happy news!
Chapters is holding a Harry Potter release party this Friday June 20 at 11pm. From what I know, it's free, but I'm going to get more details soon. Anyone want to accompany me as Ron or Hermione?
8:08 pm
When In Doubt, Just Tell Me I'm Beautiful
School's over and it doesn't bother me. I'm either in denial or I've become an emotionless Vulcan. I made it through all of this week without crying and I was going to make it through all of yesterday too, until I talked to Miss Corry about losing the valedictorian vote. I thought I wasn't going to cry about that either, mainly because I pre-mourned. I suspected I was going to lose and moped for two weeks before I actually knew the results. Some said that it was a stupid plan, but it worked for me. And look at that, I ended up losing after all. I'm psychic, I tell you. Anyways, I'm hurt and this sucks. Royally.
Everything happens for a reason, everything happens for a reason...learn from losing, blah blah blah. Man, first Presidency, now this. I'm glad I didn't work towards anything else for all of high school and that nothing else mattered so much to me, otherwise I would've lost those too.
1:41 pm
Sunday, June 15, 2003
Who Knew Congee Wong Served Food Other Than Congee?
We're getting a new shipment in at work tomorrow; a Harry Potter shipment! Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Botts' Every Flavour Beans and more! *drool* Being the keen business man he is, my boss Roger decided to have this shipment coincide with the release of The Order of the Phoenix. Less than a week to go before it comes out! Order yours here. Unfortunately for me, I will not be able to own a copy until at least three months after the release because I collect the paperback versions. Bah! Hardcover books are great, I love them, but they're so damn expensive! I'm a starving (soon to be university) student here if you didn't know. Sure, paperbacks aren't fancy-schmancy, and you can't stand them up on the coffee table for everyone to see, but they've got heart dammit, and that's what really counts. Right? Hello?
9:52 pm
Saturday, June 14, 2003
Saturday Morn Aft Before Work
Guess who I met? Go on, guess. You'll never guess. Oh, don't give up, c'mon! Guess! Fine. Mr. Clean. That's right ladies and gentlemen, yours truly has met, touched, stood in front of, talked and shook hands with the one, the only...Mr. Clean! It was like this: I was at work the other day and my manager, Sheri, comes into the store and while laughing, pulls out an autographed photo of someone.
Sheri: Look what I got! *laugh* Guess who this is.
Me: *pause* *gasp* Is that Mr. Clean?!
Sheri: Yeah! He's at Wal-Mart right now! It's so funny!
Me: Ohmygosh! *squeal* CanIgocanIgocanIgopleeeeease? I really want his autograph!!!
And before Sheri could really say anything, I bolted out of the store towards Wal-Mart. Sure enough, I found the 6'6" bald man in white standing by the front entrance trying to promote a new Mr. Clean mop. Basically, a Swiffer Wet-Jet with his face on it.
Things to Know About Mr. Clean:
- He's really tall
- His biceps are bigger than his head
- His head is bald, and is really shiny
- His eyebrows are bleached white, but you can kind of see the roots growing in
- He says, "Keep it clean" as often as possible
- His white attire must be thin because he was so chilly that I could see his nipple through his shirt
- He gave me my first autographed photo ever
"To Shirley,
Keep it clean!
Love, Mr.Clean"
See that? Love, Mr. Clean. He didn't write that on all of them! And then...he winked at me! *swoon* I left Wal-Mart in quite the tizzy.
12:26 pm
Friday, June 13, 2003
I Wonder When The Sadness Will Start To Sink In
Friday the 13th. OAC I English exam. Whoopee.
As luck would have it (or not...), I rather enjoyed myself. My hand started numbing after a half hour or so and after that, I felt myself catching arthritis. Halfway through the exam, my arm was so sore that I started laughing and my giggles could hardly contain themselves. One of the teacher surpervisors nearby caught me shaking the blood back into my hand and joined me in chuckling. Pain is hilarious. Regardless, that's the price I'm willing to pay to graduate from high school! That's right baby, I'm done!
10:01 pm
Monday, June 09, 2003
Punk Show Virgin No More
I discovered Nicotine and I might just become addicted. If that site isn't quite comprehensive enough, try this one for some clear info in good English. The Punk Show, hosted by the ever lovely George Stroumboloupolous (how I love spelling his name), started airing on MuchMusic a few months back. I've always meant to watch it, but having the 11pm time slot on a Saturday night has prevented an early sleeper like me from enjoying all its punky goodness. But not last week. I didn't feel like sleeping, so I stayed up and reacquainted myself with my good friend, the ol' TV.
My brother recently switched our Internet access over to Rogers Lite. It sucks. Sure, we get Internet for $10 cheaper per month, but it doesn't end up being any better, especially when I can't even get online half the time! It blows. I have blogs to read, e-mails to check, I need the Internet! I never thought I'd become this hooked.
Hair update (I know it's been a while...): It's cut. And I like it! Short and flippy, perfect for the summer. The first (and hopefully annual) Locks of Love Hair-raiser raised a total of 154 inches of hair! And we got in the paper! Thanks to everyone.
5:20 pm
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
Okay, No More Discussing Menstruation Cycles
The cacti that I own are really starting to make me sad. A few weeks ago, the tall spiky one caught this weird disease, grew fuzzy spots, shriveled up and died. Learning from this little happenstance, I haven't watered my remaining two cacti very much in hopes that they too will not die. But I was poking around just now and one of them is indeed growing some fuzz while the other is getting mushy. Sure, soft and flaccid things are great, but wouldn't you agree that some things are just better when they're hard?
7:02 pm
Monday, June 02, 2003
What Did You Hear And Who Did You Hear It From?
I've never skipped so many classes, taken so many baths, eaten so much ice cream and chocolate than I have in the last few weeks. I feel like crap.
I got into my yoga hardcore a few months back and all of a sudden, I gave it up again. What's with that? I'm talking to Sheri tomorrow about a major cleansing. As a yogi, she does them quite frequently, so she can teach me all about not eating and drinking only cayenne water. It has always intrigued me, and at times scared and worried me to see her hunched over after not eating for several days. But she swears she feels fine (especially afterwards), so maybe I will too.
I love my job because there's a certain... je ne sais quoi about tea and British food, and it certainly is neat that working at a store with only girls has caused all of our cycles to sync up. (I'm sure you didn't want to read/know that, but this is my blog and I made one warning when I started this oh so many months ago: I'm not here to entertain.) In addition to matching menstruation, we all seem to be going through our own relationship crap right now, so maybe a team power yoga session is in order. Yay for releasing all of our toxins together. Or maybe we can all just hold hands and hug real tight.
7:19 pm
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