January 28, 2004

Seriously, I hate you all.

So at first I tried not to think anything of it when someone (I won't tell you who, but his name starts with 'A' and ends with 'X' and has an 'LE' in the middle) got really drunk and asked if I'd brought enough ass for the rest of the class. I had just figured that he really wanted to use that line and didn't mean anything by it. But then, last night, I was walking up Pine all by myself to get some dinner, and passed some street bums. One of them started up with the whole "How you doin', where you goin'?" thing. I was polite but firm as usual, answering questions when appropriate without actually supplying any information whatsoever and while continuously walking forward. No big deal. Until I had passed him, and he shouted after me, "I like that WIDE RECEIVER!"

I have never wanted to punch a stranger so badly in my life. I didn't, of course. I didn't even tell him to fuck off. I just kept walking and hating him. And of course I sat down to dinner fearing the further expansion of my already expansive ass. I'm telling you, there is no better way to induce anorexia than to do what that guy did. Jackass. I enjoyed my crepe, and my Talisker, anyway, but I'm still thinking about it, which means I'm going to have to do something about it. Whether the solution is exercise or homicide, I still don't know.

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January 20, 2004

The True North strong and free!

Maybe it's just an indication that I need to go on vacation more often, but I had a truly great time in Canada. I've only ever been to Quebec before so this was my first real adventure in an English speaking part of the country. British Columbia is absolutely gorgeous. But more importantly (because Washington state is gorgeous, too) the people are so damn polite. Everyone says that the people in Seattle are nice, and although I don't quite agree, I can see why they say that. Seattlites either pretend that they are your friends, or they ignore you completely. When they pretend to be your friend they probably seem very nice (unless you're naturally cynical and suspicious like me) and can make you feel very much at home. When they ignore you, you can probably just ignore them back (unless you're curious and observant and long to be loved like me) and not even know the difference. The Canadians that I met did neither of those things. They didn't try to win me over, and they weren't rude. They were simply very polite. And not in a forced way, more like there's just no reason not to be. They made me want to be a Canadian. I felt like they could peg me as an American the second I opened my mouth, but I wanted to fit in with them. It was weird.

Anyway, here's one little example that I think illustrates why Canada is so great:
We were walking down the main drag (or what seemed to be the main drag from our limited wandering). There were two police officers in front of us on the sidewalk. Both looked young, one male, one female. They came up to an arcade and stopped in the entrance, looking inside. The guy got a grin on his face looking at one of the shooting games and said to the woman, "Hey, how 'boot I take oot my gun and..." nodding toward the game. (note: I took some creative license with the accent, it really wasn't that bad.) It struck me as the kind of thing I would say and think if I were a cop. That's why I could never be an american cop. (Incidentally, it's also what makes Super Troopers such a kick-ass movie.)

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January 16, 2004

Holy Hangover, Batman!

Ow, ow ow ouch. Lots of fun last night. Waaaay too much fun last night actually. I don't know when the night went from "I'm going to have a few cocktails with friends" to "We're getting TANKED!!" but the decision must have been made at some point. So I woke up at 9 this morning, still pretty drunk, and was supposed to be at work at 9:30. I made it in on time but was informed within 5 minutes that I smelled like I had been drinking. Awesome. I lasted an hour before I took my lunch, at home, in the shower. I've been much better since then, but the hangover kicked in a couple hours ago and it's threatening to get worse. Think I'll go get a drink. Or maybe not. I'm so ready for this three day weekend.

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January 15, 2004

je suis foutue

I had one of the terrible school dreams again this morning. I woke up and walked around doing important things at 7 am and then went back to sleep for another hour. I've always found that the early morning sleep produces the most vivid and memorable dreams. This morning it was used for evil instead of good.

I dreamt I had gone back to visit my high school from college. They had entirely paved over the academic quad. At first it was disappointing, I remembered how they took out the bushes that were there my senior year, and it seemed things were just getting worse. But then I noticed that there were variations in the concrete terrain and there were a lot of kids skateboarding on it. I sat and watched them from somewhere on the second floor of J Smith (which wasn't really a second floor as it should be, but more like a hill-rise, kindof like the LSC quad at Trinity.) While I was sitting there someone came up and started speaking french to me. I responded in french and even corrected a few mistakes that the other person had made. Speaking french triggered a memory of a french class I believe I was enrolled in. I tried to remember what time class was and realized that I was missing it at that very moment. I knew I couldn't get back to Connecticut in time, but worse, I couldn't remember the last time I had gone to that class at all. To the best of my dream knowledge I hadn't been to class in at least a month and finals were less than a week away. Even though I figured I could probably pass the final if I crammed hard enough, I was sure the professor would fail me for missing over a month of classes. Then the whole terror wave hit me and I remembered that if I didn't pass that class I wouldn't be able to graduate because I couldn't take enough credits the next semester to complete the requirements. I stood there in my dream panicking for a good long while before I got slightly more lucid and realized that I've already graduated from college. The relief was incredible and I was able to really enjoy the rest of the dream, watching the high school kids on my dreamscape campus.

God, I'm glad I finished school.

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January 09, 2004

challenging times

So Jed has been rolling in challenges, and Chase has certainly been thinking about them all the time if not actually participating in most of them. I don't really want to be involved in the whole challenge mess (except maybe the fork bit) but I do feel like I need to do something to spice up my day-to-day life. I would say I need a new hobby, but I've never really been a big fan of hobbies, so then the options are limited. There's the pet route, which Skyler seems to be leaning toward, but I certainly don't have the room for any kind of pet that I would actually want. So I'm afraid that all I'm left with is the new drug route, unless someone can come up with a better idea...

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January 07, 2004

my sentiments exactly

It took a good 45 minutes to walk to work this morning. The slush is far more hazardous than the snow was yesterday. I was accosted by a few blackberry bushes, which left thorns in my pants and shoes, and found the trip generally icky overall. At about the half-way point I had to maneuver and lake-like patch of slush. When I finally made it to the opposite sidewalk, a man standing on the corner nodded sympathetically. "The novelty of this wore off yesterday," he said. Damned if that's not the truest thing I've heard today.
My office is on a very steep and slippery hill and we have narrowly averted crisis several times already (by noon). It's the delivery vans that are the worst. They are way too heavy and the companies don't bother to put decent tires on them. So I saved a red skylark from certain death at the hands of one of them. Somehow I think this is going to be a more-than-one-good-deed-for-the-day day. But maybe we'll just go home early. I'm keeping my fingers crossed (except for the one with the band-aid, this is not my day).

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January 05, 2004

global freezing

Seriously, there is no justice in the world. By all accounts, putting up with the passive aggressive nastiness and all around dark, depressingness (yes, good word) of Seattle should exempt me from this kind of frigid bullshit. And by bullshit I mean weather. I spent a balmy Christmas and New Year's in New England and then came back here to find the temperatures well below freezing and freaking snow on the ground.

Fast forward. We are now one day later and the snow that just now let up cancelled work. Nice. No plows, no preparation at all, Seattle got bitch slapped by an itty-bitty snow fling. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to have the day off, but honestly, this is pretty pathetic. If you have to be on the roads today, please, stay away from cars. These people are insane. I'm sure it'll all be gone tomorrow, but for now, congratulations Seattle. It's nice to see you can do some remotely interesting weather at least once in 2 years.

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