Why does Netscape hate Blogger? I wish it didn't; the Firefox spell check is a colloquialism Nazi.
It's December 30th and I've been tired since about 6pm. It's now quarter to eleven, and I'm wondering why I haven't gone to bed yet. I think it's because, earlier, I felt like I should have been alert enough to do something, so I'm staying up until that becomes the case. There's a flaw in that logic somewhere...
Not much has been going on. Work. So exciting. I don't have to go back until Friday, though. Three cheers for having most of this week off. I'm not sure what I'm going to do, though. Tomorrow is MorPRi's party, and the next day may be spent returning to normal, but, beyond that, I have no plans. I'm bound to get into some kind of trouble.
*Yawn*
Jenilee and I tried to go shopping when I got off work today, but Southgate closed at five, just after we got there. So we went to Earls for supper. Tasty. Sadly, this meant that I did not get new work shoes, and Jenilee did not get new jeans. Boo.
This post is in danger of degenerating into nonsensical drivel. For instance, this is a thought process that just went through my head: "I should sing a song. *begins to sing Teddy Bear's Picnic* No, I should sing a seasonally-appropriate song. *begins to sing Auld Lang Syne* I wonder what the original lyrics to that song were. Old Scottish was probably an odd language. I should learn Yiddish." For some reason, I then thought it would be appropriate to only include the last sentence of that in this post. Time for bed.
12/30/2007
12/27/2007
The 27th
It's the day after Boxing Day, which is also my parents' wedding anniversary. My dad is hoping to go out somewhere nice for dinner tonight. I have declined to join, if only because overeating is significantly unappealing in the post-Christmas bloat.
Christmas was quite wonderful, except for one thing. I had a stubborn migraine that started on the afternoon of the 23rd and didn't go away until last night. It didn't hurt, but it did make me feel nauseated and out of whack. I actually had to call in sick to work yesterday, and I've spent most of the past few days taking many naps, since I felt better for a couple of hours after sleeping. Luckily, by last night I was feeling better, and I seem to be doing just fine today, so my 9-hour shift at work tomorrow should be entirely doable.
As for the actual Christmas part of Christmas, it was most excellent. I got a lot of clothes from my parents. Peter gave me Season 3 of Boston Legal. I think I'll have him keep it--I can't bring myself to collect more than two series at once, and I don't own seasons 1 or 2. The gifts from Andy and Simone were very unexpected. Peter and I were given a down comforter and cover. I have no idea why. Peter always insists on having his own blanket so that he can wrap himself all up in it, and an uber-warm blanket isn't really something you think of buying in preparation for moving to California. It's a very nice comforter, but I don't get it. ^_^ Also, Sheryl and I each got a sterling sliver necklace from Birks. I think that was Simone's idea. I unwrapped the gift and saw a Birks box, and thought "Oh, hey, they used an old box for wrapping." Then I opened the box and saw a Birks display box inside. I was floored. It's a very pretty necklace with two kind of warped hoops as a pendant. Sheryl's is a kind of slip-chain, which she joked that Dave can use whenever she gets out of line. ^_^ It's very weird being given nicer jewelry by your boyfriend's father than your boyfriend has ever given you...
Food was good. Christmas pudding with Creme Anglaise was delicious. Simone made more cranberry sauce than you can shake a stick at. Andy did a similar thing with vegetables. We barely put a dent in the 25-pound turkey, and I imagine that leftovers will be sitting in the fridge for some time to come. ^_^
Peter, Dave, Sheryl and Wendy (Peter's mom) headed down to Calgary yesterday morning to see their uncle, aunt and cousins on their mom's side. I was left to recover at Andy's. Waking up at 7 am to call in sick to work is not pleasant when you're nauseated and disoriented. I then proceeded to sleep until after 11, though, which helped. =) Peter et al. should be back this evening, but what with the snow and such, I'm wondering if they might not just stay down there an extra day. I don't think Dave and Sheryl have to be at work tomorrow. It was snowing pretty heavily this morning, and Wendy is a pretty cautious driver. It may still be snowing--I can't tell with everything outside being a solid wash of white.
My only complaint about this Christmas, other than the migraine, is that it did not include my mom's stuffing. It is, in fact, the best. ^_^
Christmas was quite wonderful, except for one thing. I had a stubborn migraine that started on the afternoon of the 23rd and didn't go away until last night. It didn't hurt, but it did make me feel nauseated and out of whack. I actually had to call in sick to work yesterday, and I've spent most of the past few days taking many naps, since I felt better for a couple of hours after sleeping. Luckily, by last night I was feeling better, and I seem to be doing just fine today, so my 9-hour shift at work tomorrow should be entirely doable.
As for the actual Christmas part of Christmas, it was most excellent. I got a lot of clothes from my parents. Peter gave me Season 3 of Boston Legal. I think I'll have him keep it--I can't bring myself to collect more than two series at once, and I don't own seasons 1 or 2. The gifts from Andy and Simone were very unexpected. Peter and I were given a down comforter and cover. I have no idea why. Peter always insists on having his own blanket so that he can wrap himself all up in it, and an uber-warm blanket isn't really something you think of buying in preparation for moving to California. It's a very nice comforter, but I don't get it. ^_^ Also, Sheryl and I each got a sterling sliver necklace from Birks. I think that was Simone's idea. I unwrapped the gift and saw a Birks box, and thought "Oh, hey, they used an old box for wrapping." Then I opened the box and saw a Birks display box inside. I was floored. It's a very pretty necklace with two kind of warped hoops as a pendant. Sheryl's is a kind of slip-chain, which she joked that Dave can use whenever she gets out of line. ^_^ It's very weird being given nicer jewelry by your boyfriend's father than your boyfriend has ever given you...
Food was good. Christmas pudding with Creme Anglaise was delicious. Simone made more cranberry sauce than you can shake a stick at. Andy did a similar thing with vegetables. We barely put a dent in the 25-pound turkey, and I imagine that leftovers will be sitting in the fridge for some time to come. ^_^
Peter, Dave, Sheryl and Wendy (Peter's mom) headed down to Calgary yesterday morning to see their uncle, aunt and cousins on their mom's side. I was left to recover at Andy's. Waking up at 7 am to call in sick to work is not pleasant when you're nauseated and disoriented. I then proceeded to sleep until after 11, though, which helped. =) Peter et al. should be back this evening, but what with the snow and such, I'm wondering if they might not just stay down there an extra day. I don't think Dave and Sheryl have to be at work tomorrow. It was snowing pretty heavily this morning, and Wendy is a pretty cautious driver. It may still be snowing--I can't tell with everything outside being a solid wash of white.
My only complaint about this Christmas, other than the migraine, is that it did not include my mom's stuffing. It is, in fact, the best. ^_^
12/23/2007
Christmas-y-ness
It is the night before the night before Christmas, and I am now done my Christmas shopping. Yay, me! Well, technically, I have to exchange the size on a pair of pants I bought for my mom to give me (she couldn't think of what to get me, so she told me to charge my gifts to her credit card ^_^). Silly pants. They're from work, and I own two pairs of the exact same thing (which is why I didn't try them on), so I'm thinking that this pair was just incorrectly sized or something. It does happen occasionally. *glower face*
Speaking of work, that's more or less all I've been up to the past few days. Seven-hour shifts suck, because they're the longest shift you can have with only a half-hour unpaid break. Any longer, and you get two paid fifteen-minute breaks and an unpaid hour-long break. I would much rather have a 9-hour shift than a 7-hour one. Oh, well. I'm earning considerably more money than usual, so I'm not really complaining. Yay, money!
I am greatly looking forward to Christmas, as well as Christmas dinner at Andy's place. I just wish I didn't have to work at 7:45 am on Boxing Day. Another seven-hour shift... Oh, well. I anticipate that it will be crazy enough that time will pass rather quickly. I get to be a cashier. There are a handful of people who have planned to not show up because their availability agreements say they can't work Wednesdays, but they've been scheduled anyway. Anybody who did not specifically book Boxing Day off was given a shift, regardless of their availability, and I guess that getting the extra people who can work despite their availability saying otherwise make it worth having ten or so people not show. My availability says that I can work, and I have no problem with doing so, so I figure I'm all good. Christmas dinner is planned for about 5:00, so I don't think I'll even be terribly hung-over on Boxing Day. ^_^
Ok, no more talking about work for the rest of this post. I promise.
It's kind of exciting, not having asked for much of anything for Christmas. It increases the surprise factor quite a bit. One of the the things I *did* ask for, though, was a wall clock (not digital) that doesn't tick. My mom has been saying that she can only find ones with cords, and, despite having insisted that battery-operated ones do exist, I can't remember any that I've seen that I was certain were battery-operated. I don't particularly mind the idea of a cord, though. Really, I just want a clock above my television that Peter won't insist on putting in the bathroom every time he stays over. The poor boy is very sensitive to small noises when he's trying to sleep. ^_^
But, yeah, other than a clock, the pants (and scarf) I bought myself, and (presumably) a new set of pajamas (like every year), I don't know what I might be getting. Gift cards, maybe. ^_^ I haven't even bothered to go check the presents under the tree to see if any of them are for me. I should go shake them. ^_^
I've rambled for long enough, so I'll end this post by wondering "aloud" whether we should bring Farley with us to Peter's on Christmas day: I wonder whether we should bring Farley with us to Peter's on Christmas day...
Speaking of work, that's more or less all I've been up to the past few days. Seven-hour shifts suck, because they're the longest shift you can have with only a half-hour unpaid break. Any longer, and you get two paid fifteen-minute breaks and an unpaid hour-long break. I would much rather have a 9-hour shift than a 7-hour one. Oh, well. I'm earning considerably more money than usual, so I'm not really complaining. Yay, money!
I am greatly looking forward to Christmas, as well as Christmas dinner at Andy's place. I just wish I didn't have to work at 7:45 am on Boxing Day. Another seven-hour shift... Oh, well. I anticipate that it will be crazy enough that time will pass rather quickly. I get to be a cashier. There are a handful of people who have planned to not show up because their availability agreements say they can't work Wednesdays, but they've been scheduled anyway. Anybody who did not specifically book Boxing Day off was given a shift, regardless of their availability, and I guess that getting the extra people who can work despite their availability saying otherwise make it worth having ten or so people not show. My availability says that I can work, and I have no problem with doing so, so I figure I'm all good. Christmas dinner is planned for about 5:00, so I don't think I'll even be terribly hung-over on Boxing Day. ^_^
Ok, no more talking about work for the rest of this post. I promise.
It's kind of exciting, not having asked for much of anything for Christmas. It increases the surprise factor quite a bit. One of the the things I *did* ask for, though, was a wall clock (not digital) that doesn't tick. My mom has been saying that she can only find ones with cords, and, despite having insisted that battery-operated ones do exist, I can't remember any that I've seen that I was certain were battery-operated. I don't particularly mind the idea of a cord, though. Really, I just want a clock above my television that Peter won't insist on putting in the bathroom every time he stays over. The poor boy is very sensitive to small noises when he's trying to sleep. ^_^
But, yeah, other than a clock, the pants (and scarf) I bought myself, and (presumably) a new set of pajamas (like every year), I don't know what I might be getting. Gift cards, maybe. ^_^ I haven't even bothered to go check the presents under the tree to see if any of them are for me. I should go shake them. ^_^
I've rambled for long enough, so I'll end this post by wondering "aloud" whether we should bring Farley with us to Peter's on Christmas day: I wonder whether we should bring Farley with us to Peter's on Christmas day...
12/18/2007
Balance
Bad news: To borrow an expression for Calvin Loewen, my 282 exam this morning raped me.
Good news: My Ed Psych exam yesterday went rather well.
Bad news: I got shampoo in my eye in the shower today, and it hurt.
Good news: My new conditioner is very nice.
Bad news: My mom says she can't think of anything to buy me for Christmas.
Good news: She has therefore given me permission to buy my own gifts with her credit card.
Bad news: It seems that, no matter where I wind up, there will be seafood on Christmas Eve.
Good news: There will be many people around on Christmas day, and we will eat Christmas pudding.
Bad news: I am very tired.
Good news: I can sleep until Friday afternoon if I want, since my exams are done and I don't work for the next couple of days.
Bad news: There are only two Ferrero Rochers left.
Good news: Nobody else is here, so I can eat them both. ^_^
Good news: My Ed Psych exam yesterday went rather well.
Bad news: I got shampoo in my eye in the shower today, and it hurt.
Good news: My new conditioner is very nice.
Bad news: My mom says she can't think of anything to buy me for Christmas.
Good news: She has therefore given me permission to buy my own gifts with her credit card.
Bad news: It seems that, no matter where I wind up, there will be seafood on Christmas Eve.
Good news: There will be many people around on Christmas day, and we will eat Christmas pudding.
Bad news: I am very tired.
Good news: I can sleep until Friday afternoon if I want, since my exams are done and I don't work for the next couple of days.
Bad news: There are only two Ferrero Rochers left.
Good news: Nobody else is here, so I can eat them both. ^_^
12/16/2007
Bloggish
*hugs blog* I haven't updated since classes ended, but I wish to express my love of my blog and Blogger. It is simplicity, and I am so glad of that.
It's Sunday night, and not much is going on. I have my last two exams tomorrow (Ed Psych) and Tuesday (282). I am vaguely worried. I mean, really, who *likes* writing finals. Wait, don't answer that. I don't feel like being baffled and angry right now. ^_^
My Ed Psych course has done something that I think is key in becoming an adult--made me scared of adolescence. ^_^ I'm mostly kidding, but, really, there was a time during this course when I wondered how I'd made it out of my teens alive. Ironically, I've had more troubles since leaving my teens than I had during them. I see traits of adolescence in people I know, probably because I'm now aware that they exist. It's distressing, because, for some reason, I have gotten the impression that these are negative traits. I'm not entirely sure why that is. I should maybe look into that...
My dad is on the desktop computer behind me, and it took him less than four minutes to get ticked off at something "not working." Now he wants me to fix it. Use another goddamn browser! And stop clicking everywhere over and over in frustration; it just gets things jammed up. *sullen*
Wow, that really brought my mood down. Let's see, good news to blog about... I'm getting more hours at work over the holidays, which means more money. Yay, money! It was _very_ busy today, but that's to be expected on a Sunday with less than two weeks before Christmas. Firefox's spell checker is telling me that "Yay" is not a word. It suggests say, nay, ray, lay and cay as alternatives. I'm not even sure what cay means. Dock? Bay? Beach? Something completely different? I should go fold laundry. Or sleep. I will probably do neither, though. At least not for the next few hours.
It's Sunday night, and not much is going on. I have my last two exams tomorrow (Ed Psych) and Tuesday (282). I am vaguely worried. I mean, really, who *likes* writing finals. Wait, don't answer that. I don't feel like being baffled and angry right now. ^_^
My Ed Psych course has done something that I think is key in becoming an adult--made me scared of adolescence. ^_^ I'm mostly kidding, but, really, there was a time during this course when I wondered how I'd made it out of my teens alive. Ironically, I've had more troubles since leaving my teens than I had during them. I see traits of adolescence in people I know, probably because I'm now aware that they exist. It's distressing, because, for some reason, I have gotten the impression that these are negative traits. I'm not entirely sure why that is. I should maybe look into that...
My dad is on the desktop computer behind me, and it took him less than four minutes to get ticked off at something "not working." Now he wants me to fix it. Use another goddamn browser! And stop clicking everywhere over and over in frustration; it just gets things jammed up. *sullen*
Wow, that really brought my mood down. Let's see, good news to blog about... I'm getting more hours at work over the holidays, which means more money. Yay, money! It was _very_ busy today, but that's to be expected on a Sunday with less than two weeks before Christmas. Firefox's spell checker is telling me that "Yay" is not a word. It suggests say, nay, ray, lay and cay as alternatives. I'm not even sure what cay means. Dock? Bay? Beach? Something completely different? I should go fold laundry. Or sleep. I will probably do neither, though. At least not for the next few hours.
12/05/2007
Killing Time
It is the last day of classes, and I have Choral Tech in half an hour. My completed concert program assignment is sitting next to me. Bob's letting me hand it in without penalty today, since he hasn't had time to mark them yet, anyway. That makes me wonder why they weren't due today in the first place. Oh, well. Join the Dance, the trio of Lewis Carroll poems set to music, is on my list. That makes me happy. ^_^
I have to work tonight and for some reason I really don't want to. It's only a 4 hour shift, and I could definitely use the money, but the notion of showing up to work after it gets dark is just so unappealing to me. It's like I should be tucked away for the evening or something. Stupid brain, thinking weird things like that.
This is not killing as much time as I hoped. Usually, I'm surprised by how long it takes me to write a blog post (not that they tend to be all that short), but this has only taken five minutes so far, which means I have another 15 minutes to kill before heading upstairs. My Mini Gloria conducting on Monday went well. I missed two cues, I believe, and I almost made a backwards conducting pattern, but, other than that, all good, as far as I could tell. I forgot to look nice for the occasion, so I doubt I exuded the authority I needed to. Kind of like on Saturday when I went to the dress rehearsal wearing pyjama pants and a t-shirt. I talked to one of my students from student teaching last year, asking him why a trumpet player who'd graduated wasn't in Concert Band (it was because she'd gone to Grant Mac), and he didn't realize it was me. Apparantly, he'd gotten me mixed up with someone else. Later, he asked what my first name was. I thought it was kind of funny that I was very aware of my old students being around, but one of my best didn't even realize who I was. This is what happens when you wear pyjama pants and a t-shirt instead of work clothes. ^_^
I think I'm going to lay off the caffeine over Christmas break in the hopes that my tolerance of it will diminish and I will require less to stay awake and alert. I'm beginning to suspect that coffee actually makes me sleepy, what with the still being sleepy after a triple grande latte in the morning. I went to high school with a guy who claimed that coffee made him sleepy. He thought it was a cool fact about himself. I liked him, but I cringed every time that came up. He never drank regular coffee--he always drank Starbucks. The steamed milk probably had more of an effect than the espresso, what with his system being used to pop and the like. I remember hearing once that he was falling asleep while driving because he'd had coffee. Apparantly his friends were a little worried. Especially after taking this Adolescent Development Ed Psych course, I've become very aware of teenagers' desires to be the exception to a rule. Between egocentrism and the Personal Fable and whatnot, I'm surprised more people don't demand to be special. Maybe backpacking through Europe and living in a college dorm feels special enough, though...
Ok, now it's time to go to class.
I have to work tonight and for some reason I really don't want to. It's only a 4 hour shift, and I could definitely use the money, but the notion of showing up to work after it gets dark is just so unappealing to me. It's like I should be tucked away for the evening or something. Stupid brain, thinking weird things like that.
This is not killing as much time as I hoped. Usually, I'm surprised by how long it takes me to write a blog post (not that they tend to be all that short), but this has only taken five minutes so far, which means I have another 15 minutes to kill before heading upstairs. My Mini Gloria conducting on Monday went well. I missed two cues, I believe, and I almost made a backwards conducting pattern, but, other than that, all good, as far as I could tell. I forgot to look nice for the occasion, so I doubt I exuded the authority I needed to. Kind of like on Saturday when I went to the dress rehearsal wearing pyjama pants and a t-shirt. I talked to one of my students from student teaching last year, asking him why a trumpet player who'd graduated wasn't in Concert Band (it was because she'd gone to Grant Mac), and he didn't realize it was me. Apparantly, he'd gotten me mixed up with someone else. Later, he asked what my first name was. I thought it was kind of funny that I was very aware of my old students being around, but one of my best didn't even realize who I was. This is what happens when you wear pyjama pants and a t-shirt instead of work clothes. ^_^
I think I'm going to lay off the caffeine over Christmas break in the hopes that my tolerance of it will diminish and I will require less to stay awake and alert. I'm beginning to suspect that coffee actually makes me sleepy, what with the still being sleepy after a triple grande latte in the morning. I went to high school with a guy who claimed that coffee made him sleepy. He thought it was a cool fact about himself. I liked him, but I cringed every time that came up. He never drank regular coffee--he always drank Starbucks. The steamed milk probably had more of an effect than the espresso, what with his system being used to pop and the like. I remember hearing once that he was falling asleep while driving because he'd had coffee. Apparantly his friends were a little worried. Especially after taking this Adolescent Development Ed Psych course, I've become very aware of teenagers' desires to be the exception to a rule. Between egocentrism and the Personal Fable and whatnot, I'm surprised more people don't demand to be special. Maybe backpacking through Europe and living in a college dorm feels special enough, though...
Ok, now it's time to go to class.
12/03/2007
Mondayness
Three more days. Only three more days...
I'm currently skipping 282 (again) with the notion of giving myself extra time to practice for my Mini Gloria conducting final in an hour and a half. Blogging counts as practicing, right? I'm not worried about the conducting, but I am worried about the concert programming assignment. I have no information on it, which is weird because I'm almost always at Choral Tech, and I go through the old handouts when I haven't been there. The syllabus doesn't say anything about it other than what percentage of our grade it's worth. I'm fairly certain it's due today, though. I have ten songs picked out for a secular spring concert, but I have no idea if there was a theme we were supposed to follow. Even if there wasn't, I'm pretty sure I'm missing information like catalogue numbers for the pieces. Handing it in late won't be as bad as asking Bob to let me back into the room with the filing cabinets to get the rest of the information.f *feels like a disappointment*
Other than that, though, things are more or less alright. Ed Psych only has the final left, and 282 only has that and the mini-papers portfolio (I assume--I could be missing a listening quiz for all I know) and the portfolio isn't due until the 11th (I just had a mini panic attack and checked that ^_^). The Orchestration brass quintet is due Friday, and... yes, that's everything. Still, nervous about the pragramming assignment.
I haven't been sleeping well, either. I keep waking up at indecent o'clock and worrying for two hours. This morning I woke up at 5. I fell back asleep just in time to ignore my alarm for half an hour. This isn't insomnia, technically--it's called early morning waking, the most ridiculously over-specific name that could apply to this. I wish I still had some of my Imovane stash.
Let's talk about good things. Since neither of my siblings will be around this Christmas, my parents and I are all going to Peter's for Christmas dinner. There should be 8 of us there, maybe 10. This makes me very happy. I always hated not having people around at Christmas. Andy seems keen on making a Christmas pudding, and I'm not entirely sure what that is. ^_^ I expect my mom will want to bring some jellied salad. ^_^
Also, Peter and I's four-year anniversary is on Wednesday. We're celebrating on Thursday, though, because Peter has a mini-conference and I have to work on Wednesday. I am happy about this anniversary. ^_^
I'm currently skipping 282 (again) with the notion of giving myself extra time to practice for my Mini Gloria conducting final in an hour and a half. Blogging counts as practicing, right? I'm not worried about the conducting, but I am worried about the concert programming assignment. I have no information on it, which is weird because I'm almost always at Choral Tech, and I go through the old handouts when I haven't been there. The syllabus doesn't say anything about it other than what percentage of our grade it's worth. I'm fairly certain it's due today, though. I have ten songs picked out for a secular spring concert, but I have no idea if there was a theme we were supposed to follow. Even if there wasn't, I'm pretty sure I'm missing information like catalogue numbers for the pieces. Handing it in late won't be as bad as asking Bob to let me back into the room with the filing cabinets to get the rest of the information.f *feels like a disappointment*
Other than that, though, things are more or less alright. Ed Psych only has the final left, and 282 only has that and the mini-papers portfolio (I assume--I could be missing a listening quiz for all I know) and the portfolio isn't due until the 11th (I just had a mini panic attack and checked that ^_^). The Orchestration brass quintet is due Friday, and... yes, that's everything. Still, nervous about the pragramming assignment.
I haven't been sleeping well, either. I keep waking up at indecent o'clock and worrying for two hours. This morning I woke up at 5. I fell back asleep just in time to ignore my alarm for half an hour. This isn't insomnia, technically--it's called early morning waking, the most ridiculously over-specific name that could apply to this. I wish I still had some of my Imovane stash.
Let's talk about good things. Since neither of my siblings will be around this Christmas, my parents and I are all going to Peter's for Christmas dinner. There should be 8 of us there, maybe 10. This makes me very happy. I always hated not having people around at Christmas. Andy seems keen on making a Christmas pudding, and I'm not entirely sure what that is. ^_^ I expect my mom will want to bring some jellied salad. ^_^
Also, Peter and I's four-year anniversary is on Wednesday. We're celebrating on Thursday, though, because Peter has a mini-conference and I have to work on Wednesday. I am happy about this anniversary. ^_^
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