May 21st, 2005


My stomach is not quite as socially conscious as the rest of me.

I walked to the 7-Eleven to mail an assignment, and on the way back went to the Safeway because I lacked ice cream and had a powerful craving for very fresh cookies and didn't feel like baking and was intending to buy cookie dough (which has the added benefit of being perfectly adequate raw).

I came out with a one-serving cup of ranch-style instant mashed potatoes (When did they start making these and why did nobody tell me?), a package of stuffing, a can of green beans, and chocolate pudding. (You really shouldn't shop hungry. I know this but every single time...) My resulting supper: ranch-style mashed potatoes, Ari-style green beans (which are very good), and stuffing (completely free of the dead bird into which it is intended to be stuffed). Resultant mess: one dirty saucepan, one dirty spoon, one recyclable container, one dirty plate. Time to prepare: approximately nine minutes (about as long as it takes to get abducted by aliens). Supper: delicious, reasonably healthy, fairly well-balanced. Tummy: full.

Mostly I deplore the state of global consumerism, and bemoan our horrendously dependent-upon-pre-packaged-goods culture. Sometimes, however, I wonder how in hell we ever got along without freeze-drying.

EDIT: Watching A Little Princess, because a large part of my brain is thirteen years old and it makes me happy. :P (I need to watch more Alfonso Cuaron. I just like his style.) I have seen this movie at least a dozen times, and I still can't work out whether, in the bit where they wake up and the room is full of food and pretties, we're supposed to think that what's-his-name from next door sneaked in and put everything there, or that they really magicked it into existence. I'm inclined to think the latter, both because I can't figure out how he'd have gotten the fancy sheets, blankets, and pillows (even if he just dressed the same bed) without waking them, and also because I'm just generally inclined to to think that. ;) Thoughts, anyone?
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School Status

So, done all the piddly introductory-barely-counts-as-writing assignments. Soon we get into the big stuff that kills my brain. Though not really, because it's, hell, reading and a few essays, so if anyone catches me complaining excessively please smack me. It's not like I'm wandering back and forth to class every day.

Anyway. One more thing this month, which is a 1,000-word essay due Friday (for which most of the work will be the background reading, hah), then nothing else due 'til the tenth of June, which will be a 1,500-word essay on something else. The longest thing I've got to write is eight pages. Pity I can't do this for all the rest of my credits. Upside: after this semester I need only eighteen more credits/six classes, only three of which will be actual effort/specifically dictated as a requirement. My last semester will be three classes of whatever-the-hell-I-want in upper-division in any faculty so long as it's Arts. Though unfortunately I can't take any French, as I keep meaning to do, because I'm stupid and haven't taken any since high school and even if you did Immersion you have to start in 200-level for at least one class. Maybe I'll do it this Fall. I only need one more History class, after all, and Fall has the best choices. If I'm incredibly, improbably lucky I might even get that Fantasy and Popular Lit class and be so deliriously happy I don't mind adding unnecessary stuff to my workload. ;)

I made myself a calendar, one-month-to-a-page, crappy so I don't mind writing on it (like on my real calendars which are always pretty so I don't want to hurt them) with my assignment due dates and exam dates typed in red. Makes my workload look much less intimidating, because discounting the reading it looks like I only have to do any work three or four days out of a month. (On which topic: the Black Bond Books in the mall just filled the position. So no bookstore job at the mall two blocks away for me. What is it with all these places? A full half of places I've gone looking have just hired. It's just the ones I wouldn't consider unless I were destitute, homeless, and insane that are desperate for help. *eyeroll* I shall check the Quay shops when I go down tomorrow to look at the... um... *eyedart* ...thing Kim mentioned. That I shan't mention. Because it's a surprise. Bwahahah. *evil grin* And maybe the other stores on Columbia within a few blocks of the Skytrain station. I know I'm probably going to have to branch out more, but I'm checking walking-distance stuff first, all right? :P) Completely unrealistic, I realise, but helpful in a self-deluding sort of way. I've only got three classes. It is not a panic-inducing situation.

By the way: Vanity Fair is the longest book ever. (Note: I know it isn't actually the longest book ever.) It is at least the longest book ever in which nothing even remotely interesting appears to happen. And it is definitely the longest book ever in which I fail to develop anything resembling empathy or affection for any single one of the characters. And the babbling. GODS. This is one of those cases where the guy may not suck, but somebody with a red pencil and a pair of steel-toed boots really should have descended upon the bastard at his desk and STOPPED THE MADNESS, THE OVERLY-WORDY MADNESS. WE GET IT ALREADY. REBECCA'S A BITCH. LET IT GO.

Okay. It is once again significantly past midnight and I spent most of this week awake all night, so I'm going to bed. (Though before I go I'd like to boast about my cell-phone's new wallpaper - Violet - and my new ringtone, which is "So Long and Thanks for All the Fish" from HHGttG, which was definitely the most redeeming thing about that movie.)

dianahobart? Thoughts on Monday? I'm going to phone to check, because you seem to like blipping in and out of existence, but I'll put it here so I don't forget and have to rush out and buy what I plan to buy you. ;)

Note to self: need new icons. Old ones getting dull. Would welcome suggestions/donations. *innocent blinking*

Second note to self (and others): I found what looked like an antique store/junk shop on 12th Street and a stained glass shop while walking back the much-less-creepy way from the 7-Eleven. Must go back there, at least the glass place. Have been meaning for a billion years to replace the broken pane in Mum's kitchen door with something pretty. Someone try and remind me when it's applicable?
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Damnit... they totally skipped episode seven of Doctor Who on Tuesday. CBC was covering the provincial election instead... but they're playing episode eight this coming Tuesday anyway. (I do not know why they do this.) I don't want to look it up or anything, but I would like to know whether I should try downloading it before I go home to watch ep 8 with Mum and Dad, or whether it can wait 'til later. Anyone?
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Earthsea, Part One: Thoughts

Well, I am not disappointed. Largely due to my having expected the complete crap with which I was presented.

1. Everybody was white. The hell? (It kind of went downhill from there.)
2. They completely missed the boat point on the True Names thing, and have apparently never heard of Sparrowhawk. Which I guess fits, as Shawn Ashmore is, I'm afraid, *not* Sparrowhawk. *headdeskheaddesk*
3. Ogion. Oh, Ogion. That's just not fair.
4. Kristen Kreuk was in it. 'Nuff said.
5. Why was everything happening simultaneously? I do not understand.
6. Random girlfriend? What?
7. I don't know what they were going for with the Order of the Nameless Ones, but it didn't work. It was all... clean and white and... wrong. Just wrong.
8. The Amulet of Peace. Washed up on shore. Around the neck of a random old woman. I do. Not. Understand. And apparently neither do they. What happened to the marvelously complex *plot*? I miss that. Bring that back.
9. If I were Ursula K. LeGuinn, I would be banging my head against the Internet, too.
10. Sidebar: the clothes were pretty. And the silly hat was good. But that's the extent of my enjoyment, so far. They could have spent a little less time on clothes and a little more on not anally raping the story. That would have been nice.

I may or may not watch Part Two. I might have something else to do. Like cleaning the bathtub. Or selling my organs over the Internet.
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It is raining, right now, like thunder on my roof. The top floor is absolutely the best place. ;)

(Although after my last place I keep glancing warily at the ceiling expecting it to suddenly leak. I know it won't, but I think the last place traumatised me and now I'm paranoid. *eyedart*)

I am not tired. I am out of things to do, really, but I am completely untired.
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