So Sad.

No, not about SFU. Still no word there. Bastards. I'm sad because there are so many calories in orange juice. Why? Oh, the inhumanity of it all. Whatever. I need vitamin c.

Oh My God

They have live Mariachi from 6-9pm on Saturdays! I'm so there.

Today is a Good Day.

Yep. It is. I got my first acceptance notification to a masters program! Woo hoo! It's not the program I want (grrrr) but it's something! And I have to accept or decline by the 3rd of April which prompted me to call the graduate advisor at SFU to see where I am in the application process which led to her telling me that my application is going in for review TOMORROW and I should know one way or the other by the end of the week! Ack! Nyaaah! Blah! I'm awash in a sea of anxiety. And excitment. And nervousness. Freakout fueled hijinxs may ensue. Or not. Either way, I'm taking tonight off from the working to watch as many episodes of season 5 of Angel as I can possibly stand (my eyes will give out before my interest does - just so you know) and eat low fat pudding and strawberries. Mmm...pudding. Who doesn't love pudding? Again, my vote goes to the commies. ;-) Okay then.

Last night I went to Vancouver (okay, Surrey) to see my fabulous friends Marla and Adam and we hopped in the Marlamobile (okay it was the Adammobile but that just doesn't have the same snappy ring to it as the Marlamobile - sorry Adam, it just doesn't) and mosied on down to somewhere in the US (because if you're going to go to the US you've got to mosey) for super yummy Mexican food! Mmmmexican! It was great. It wasn't Kelso great, (or roadside taco great for that matter - the food last night was superior to the roadside taco but I just have this thing for food sold out of the side of a bus) but so few things really are. And they had the best strawberry margaritas EVER. Seriously. And I've partaken of the margarita madness in many a fine establishment in my day. I know of what I speak. Mmmmargarita! Yum! If I get into SFU I may have to become a regular. I'll get an apartment as close to the border as is possible just to be that much closer to the deliciousness. They'll probably think that I'm some kind of druglord or something due to the frequency of my quick trips across the border but I can deal with that. My love for the mexican deliciousness of love will transcend any adversity I may encounter. I'm nothing if not loyal to the objects of my devotion.

Yay!

Official verdict...date screw up not my fault! Woo hoo! So happy! Must get back to work now. :-)

What Am I Doing? Seriously?

Okay, so I've been having a lot of freakouts lately (it's tedious, I know this) but I can dig it. I'm tough. No problem. But today...ah, today. Today is killing meeeeeee. Well, maybe not with the actual death (mind you the day isn't over yet so maybe I shouldn't count my chickens before they're crushed by the enormous weight of my financial obligations) but definitely with the soul crushing and the whatnot. So anyway, somehow (I know exactly how but I prefer not to dwell on the details at this time) I've gotten myself into the ridiculous position of having more hours worth of work than the day has actual hours and yet am faced with the financial necessity of having to get yet another job in order to both pay my bills and save money for grad school. Woo fucking hoo. And I need to go to grad school so I can keep my teaching job at the college next year. You all know this. This is nothing new. But...

This morning I found out that somehow I've managed to screw up the assignment schedule of one of my classes so dramatically that I could conceivably not be hired back next year by reason of sheer dumbfuckedness (it's a word). But I'm not sure yet because NO ONE is getting back to me about it! Grrrr. It seems like a pretty big fuck up to me but perhaps I'm blowing it out of proportion in true Ange style. Who knows? Not me. So now I'm riddled with anxiety. And my other job (the one where I actually have a set schedule that requires me to leave my house and mingle with the people), is now having staffing issues that have made it necessary for me to alter my work schedule indefinitely to fill in the gaps which makes getting another job (the one I need to save money for grad school) and/or having anything even vaguely resembling a social life pretty much impossible. Why am I 31 and still having to scramble around with multiple jobs and freelance crap everywhere? Why!? Oh right, because I'm a dumbass who went to school for a million fucking years instead of getting a real job and now finds herself having to go to school for another million years (okay, actually it's 2 more years for the masters and then another bunch for the eventual doctorate) in order to get herself into a decent paying position where she can actually pay for her oh so impressive education which will in turn allow her to take home pretty much what all the people who didn't get into ridiculous debt going to school take home from their minimum wage retail jobs. Yay me! Way to go with the life planning. I should insert here that I am aware that I'm totally exaggerating here but I can't seem to stop myself at the moment. It's like a disease.

I give up (not really). Seriously (but not actually). I'm going to be a waitress forever (okay, quite probably). It's obviously my destiny (at least part time anyway). The student loan people can kiss my ass (yep, nothing to add here). I'm never going to be in a position where I can pay them back (okay, maybe). Never (or someday, just not now). Whatever. I should just declare bankruptcy, flee the country and come back in 7 years and start over (don't worry, I'm way too lazy). Of course the student loans will still be there, but hey...you can't have it all. Anybody have $50,000 they can send my way (seriously, please?)? Because that would be great (it really would). I'm going to go curl up into foetal (or is it feotal?) position and watch tv for the rest of the night (or day and then night if you want to be pissy about it) and pretend I'm not on the verge of some enormous emotional and financial crash (just call me John Denver). I also have a supply of strawberries and non-fat cool whip so I'm pretty much set.

Holy Crap This is Awesome!

Go here now. It's so good.

Last.fm

What a Blah Day!

I'm up to my eyeballs in work and yet I can't seem to focus. Focuuuuuuuuuuuuus. Thank god I have a nice new computer chair what spins. Spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins. Maybe if I had a lava lamp I could focus better. What's better for focusing than a lavalamp? Seriously. I'm going to go ask my Magic 8 Ball if I need a lavalamp...just as I thought. "You may rely on it." I haven't been speaking to my Magic8Ball recently because it led me astray not too long ago so I'm not sure I can trust it anymore but we'll start small with the lavalamp type decisions and see where it goes. Maybe by summer I'll be letting it influence my life in a meaningful way again. These kinds of relationships take time to rebuild you know. I can't be rushing back into anything too soon. But I have decided that the Magic8Ball can live on my new desk instead of being relegated to the kitchen ledge where it's been for quite some time. And anybody who knows me knows that the kitchen ledge is not a place of honour in my home. The kitchen is more of a storage space than anything else. Although the counters are good for sitting. And I drink a lot of water so it's pretty good for that too. It's also where I keep my grapes. This is important. I'm so wasting time right now. Oh god. Must focus. Maybe I'll take Lilo for a walk instead. I like walking.

Grrraaaaaaaagh!

Still no word from SFU! What, are they trying to kill me?! Bah. Meh. Whatever. This is me trying to seem unaffected. Working? Nevermind. Don't answer that. I'm feeling the moving itch these days...must move on...must not stagnate...no more wallowing in current ickiness. It's been pointed out to me recently that moving tends to be my standard method of dealing with situations or circumstances that I'm not fond of. This is not a surprise to me. But is it really such a bad thing? It's the etch-a-sketch approach to life. You fiddle around with the knobs (shut up) until you've made a big, stupid mess of it all and then you give it a good upside down shake and start again. How's that a bad thing?

Don't get me wrong, I'd like to settle down someday but that's not something you should have to force. Why stay in one place simply for the sake of not moving? Shouldn't you stay because you love where you are or who you're with or what you do? I don't really have that right now. I live in Duncan so I'm not so much with the loving where I am (although I really do love my apartment and will be sad to leave it), I'm single, single, single and while the idea of that doesn't bother me quite so much anymore, I can do that anywhere, and my job(s)...well, the ones that I really love are portable and can be done from pretty much anywhere.

The only question I have now is where do I go from here? Should I make a small move? To Vancouver or Victoria? Maybe a slightly bigger move to Calgary, Toronto, or Montreal? Or a monumental move to the Yukon, the US, or somewhere even farther afield? I just don't know. In the interest of not having to start over completely from the beginning my temptation is to try Victoria or Vancouver. Far enough to put some distance between me and my current state of mind but not so far as to lose touch with the people and places I love right now. But my sense of adventure tells me that Calgary or the Yukon would be interesting. Something different. Something to shake off the blahs for a little while. I could learn to love snow. I could. Or maybe not.

In any case it's all a bit of a moot point until I find out what's going on with grad school. Which brings me right back to the beginning again! Stupid SFU! Are they trying to kill me?! :-)

Starbucks Should Deliver

I could really get behind that.

More Hasslehoffy Goodness! Thanks Andrew!

My friend Andrew (who just got accepted to a masters program at York University and will be moving to Toronto this summer and is therefore dead to me) sent me this and my cousin says it reminds her of leg warmers. I myself am in love.


Click here for Hasselhoffy goodness of insane proportions

Um...

Oh my. Okay, so I'm watching a documetary about a woman with no legs which is pretty interesting in and of itself, and they were asking her about her sex life (she's married) and she said that her husband once told her it was cool because there were no legs to get in the way. I don't know if it's just me but that creeps me out. It makes sense. But still. It's not that she doesn't have any, it's just...I don't know. I'm going to move on now. Maybe Spongebob is on.

Who Doesn't Love David Hasselhoff?!

Boobies

Yep. Boobies. I have em. And right now they're itchy. Damn itchy. I went to the tanning with warm sunny feelingness and I was groovin' in my capsule (who isn't) and yep. Fake sunburn on the boobies. And the tummy. Which is also itchy. Just thought I'd share.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, I'm still sick.

Sooooo Sick!

This is no fun. None. Zip. Nada. Meh.

My glands are swollen, I have a fever (okay, not a super high fever but a fever nonetheless), my head hurts, I'm having dizzy spells, I'm nauseous and I have to get up at 5am to go to work tomorrow. It's just not right. Not right!

And I'm out of milk so I can't even make myself tea. I hate being sick!!!!! Aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhh! Gah! This sucks ass!

Bunny.

If I had a bunny, I would call it Attila the Bun.

And train it to kill. Like in the movie with the attack bunnies. I can't remember what the name of it was but how many movies can there be with attack bunnies? And Mark Harmon. It was great in a really not great kind of way.

Did I mention that I have a fever? Because I do. And the video store doesn't have disc 3 of season 1 of Grey's Anatomy so now I have a fever and I'm sad.

Weird?

Lilo the Doglet of love seems to have taken a liking to grapes. I used to give her a grape every now and then and she would roll it around like a big freak and chomp it a little but she never managed to actually break the skin (she's a small dog but very cute) and it was damn funny to watch. Picture someone chomping on one of those little rubber balls (ha ha I said balls) you get in those 25 cent machines. Now picture them looking really, really confused. It was good. But tonight she just munched the damn thing. Not so amusing really in and of itself. Mastication! I just wanted an excuse to use that word. And now she keeps trying to steal my grapes! Hairy little grape stealer.
Is that weird?

Tee Hee

I was just singing along to Rock Lobster by the B52s and I scared the doglet. Seriously. She went squirrely like a crazy thing. It was awesome! I have to go make sure her ears aren't bleeding.

In the Interest of Fairness...

I was going to steal Tom's latest post of amusingness but in the interest of fairness (not to mention laziness) I'm just going to tell you to get yer buns over to his blog and view the "Unpimp My Ride" ads he's got going on over there yo. Seriously, do it already. There's a link right over there ---> yep. A little to the right...farther... now down! Lower...lower...right there! Oh yeah! That's the spot my friend...

AAAAAAARRRRRggggggghhhhhhhh!

Why does SFU hate me?! Why are they torturing me with this prolonged waiting? Jan. 15th I applied! JANUARY! The suspense is killing me! Nyaaaaaaah! What is wrong with these people?! Just accept me and get it over with already!