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Saturday, August 28, 2004
I'm Gonna Do What I Please
You know what it's like: you have tons and tons of time then BAM! One night to pack your life into boxes.
I know why it's like this. I don't like to think about pleasant things ending. So I don't. I put it off. I forget about the end of August. Then, when I can't wait any longer.. I blog about it.
Well. After I finish this I'm getting down to business. Shouldn't be hard, really. I've been living out of suitcases so long it hardly feels like I've been living anywhere, certainly not in the west island.
I've got White Stripes in my head nowadays, and this song seems more and more relevant. Oh yes, I booked the flight I wanted. I'm leaving As Late As Possible :)
The Point Is
I'm arriving in Halifax next Sunday. Flying in at about 2:19 pm. Now I *know* Halifax is a great city. I know I'm going to have a great time, I've got lots to look forward to, lots of friends to hang with, this is the beginning of a wonderful learning career, etc, etc. I just need to be reminded of it.
School starts on Tuesday. I'm moving in Sunday afternoon I guess, then I'm free and easy. Party me.
I know why it's like this. I don't like to think about pleasant things ending. So I don't. I put it off. I forget about the end of August. Then, when I can't wait any longer.. I blog about it.
Well. After I finish this I'm getting down to business. Shouldn't be hard, really. I've been living out of suitcases so long it hardly feels like I've been living anywhere, certainly not in the west island.
I've got White Stripes in my head nowadays, and this song seems more and more relevant. Oh yes, I booked the flight I wanted. I'm leaving As Late As Possible :)
The Point Is
I'm arriving in Halifax next Sunday. Flying in at about 2:19 pm. Now I *know* Halifax is a great city. I know I'm going to have a great time, I've got lots to look forward to, lots of friends to hang with, this is the beginning of a wonderful learning career, etc, etc. I just need to be reminded of it.
School starts on Tuesday. I'm moving in Sunday afternoon I guess, then I'm free and easy. Party me.
# posted by Spot @ 10:33 p.m.
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Friday, August 27, 2004
I Got Movin' On My Mind
It was everything I thought it could be.
I'm going to be working on my reveries for a while. It's going to be hard to fit it all in: we did a lot. And it was good.
Present-wise: I'm working 'till the 29th. School starts the 7th. I'm thinking... a flight to the 'Fax for the 3rd or the 5th? I'll know in a day or two. Halifax, here I come.
Congrats Ali and Rory! Hooorrraaay!
I'm going to be working on my reveries for a while. It's going to be hard to fit it all in: we did a lot. And it was good.
Present-wise: I'm working 'till the 29th. School starts the 7th. I'm thinking... a flight to the 'Fax for the 3rd or the 5th? I'll know in a day or two. Halifax, here I come.
Congrats Ali and Rory! Hooorrraaay!
# posted by Spot @ 11:46 p.m.
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Friday, August 13, 2004
Something's Gotta Go Wrong
Done. I've carefully pared down my packing. I've burned 10 CDs with cartoons and MP3s. I'm still agonizing over which books to bring: I've read most of my softcovers, and hardcovers are way too bulky.. right? Maybe I'll make an exception for Calvin and Hobbes, which I think *everyone* would appreciate. Still... I wish this week hadn't been so rainy. I read entirely too much, and I know I'm going to need some literature for the road.
Or not. This might be one of those rare instances where I get so absorbed in my company that I actually Forget To Read. Gasp.
Better find some books just to be sure :)
I'm so glad I have something to do tonight, because otherwise I would be in an agony of excitement. OH WOW! It starts TOMORROW! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I think we should bring peanut butter sandwiches. It would just make the road-tripness complete for me. Or better yet! Peanut butter and nutella! I recently found out about this combination, and I'm growing to enjoy the excuse for chocolate.
Ok, last minute details. I don't have my grandmother's car for tomorrow [boo], so I'm biking to work. You can either a) meet me at the beach and give my bike a ride home or b) meet me at home at 7:20. Or c) make me take the bus for 2.5 hours to get downtown, a popular option around here. Bastards.
Or not. This might be one of those rare instances where I get so absorbed in my company that I actually Forget To Read. Gasp.
Better find some books just to be sure :)
I'm so glad I have something to do tonight, because otherwise I would be in an agony of excitement. OH WOW! It starts TOMORROW! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I think we should bring peanut butter sandwiches. It would just make the road-tripness complete for me. Or better yet! Peanut butter and nutella! I recently found out about this combination, and I'm growing to enjoy the excuse for chocolate.
Ok, last minute details. I don't have my grandmother's car for tomorrow [boo], so I'm biking to work. You can either a) meet me at the beach and give my bike a ride home or b) meet me at home at 7:20. Or c) make me take the bus for 2.5 hours to get downtown, a popular option around here. Bastards.
# posted by Spot @ 11:26 p.m.
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Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Could You Brush It Off For Me?
I feel so isolated out here, I think I'm going crazy.
All I wanted to do today is go second-hand book shopping. Oh but no, the nearest used book store is 2 hours away. I might as well be in Ontario.
I expended my stir-craziness with laundry and sundry cleaning. I'm about to start packing. Even Family Guy can't keep me distracted long.
I'm taking my anticipation out on hard rock. For those of you who bore my classical phase: this is pretty messed up.
But another day has passed. I feel kinda guilty, wishing my summer away like this, but you'd be excited too! Besides, when I'm at work I enjoy it quite a bit. For example:
Soft sand on a cold day. It's the most liquid-feeling solid on earth. You sink your toes into it and it feels like cool, dry water. Shivers of pleasure up my spine.
Or:
I was almost home last night when I finally broke out of the storm. Turning Timberlea I caught a glimpse of the sunset reflected on the thunderheads and I almost ran into the curb - I forgot what I was doing. It was terrible and beautiful.
In terms of day to day things: I might not be able to take the beautiful house-apartment. Dal won't give my $500 deposit back, but we're negotiating. If I am stuck with Fenwick it's ok: Dal lets me break my lease whenever, as long as I give them 60 days notice. So, I can try for a first year internship in a firm, a summer guiding job in Ottawa or my current job in Montreal. Not stuck in Halifax = a good thing.
All I wanted to do today is go second-hand book shopping. Oh but no, the nearest used book store is 2 hours away. I might as well be in Ontario.
I expended my stir-craziness with laundry and sundry cleaning. I'm about to start packing. Even Family Guy can't keep me distracted long.
I'm taking my anticipation out on hard rock. For those of you who bore my classical phase: this is pretty messed up.
But another day has passed. I feel kinda guilty, wishing my summer away like this, but you'd be excited too! Besides, when I'm at work I enjoy it quite a bit. For example:
Soft sand on a cold day. It's the most liquid-feeling solid on earth. You sink your toes into it and it feels like cool, dry water. Shivers of pleasure up my spine.
Or:
I was almost home last night when I finally broke out of the storm. Turning Timberlea I caught a glimpse of the sunset reflected on the thunderheads and I almost ran into the curb - I forgot what I was doing. It was terrible and beautiful.
In terms of day to day things: I might not be able to take the beautiful house-apartment. Dal won't give my $500 deposit back, but we're negotiating. If I am stuck with Fenwick it's ok: Dal lets me break my lease whenever, as long as I give them 60 days notice. So, I can try for a first year internship in a firm, a summer guiding job in Ottawa or my current job in Montreal. Not stuck in Halifax = a good thing.
# posted by Spot @ 9:58 p.m.
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Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Mais C'EST Un Boule De Feu!
Mmm... ribs for supper. I must say, I never dine as well as when I visit The Household. Varied veggies and succulant pork, delicious in its non-kosherness: very much appreciated.
And I got home so quickly! Less than 2 hours, a new record. I didn't get lost once, also a new record. I think I'm finally getting the hang of the 'burbs.
Did I mention how excited I am about Saturday? I'm very very very excited. Five days of work, just five. I can do that standing on my head!
/me checks the forecast, just to see if there's any good news...
!!! YES! 60% Probability of precipitation, and... A thundershower? Oh, I know someone up there likes me.
Because I enjoy reveling in details: We leave Sunday morning at the ungodly hour of 5:30. Mr. McWaters will be driving, because I most certainly won't be able to keep my eyes open. We'll arrive in Oxford by 10 pm, after hours of music and DVDs and sleep. Beaching in Oxford, fine dining, exquisite summer days and then... Cape Breton! We'll arrive in the afternoon of the 18th? Or 19th. Either way, there's lots to do. Picnicking in Petersfield, kitchen parties at the house, nights at Chandler's, Baddeck for a day, Sailing to George's cove for a day, Louisbourg, maybe? Point Michaud for a day, Arkandor concerts... meep, running out of days!
Leaving for Oxford on the 23rd, Quebec city on the 24th, Montreal on the 25th.
Woah. 10 days well spent! I'm hoping to buy a digital camera before we leave so I can document the thing, but if that fails I can just get copies of Arran and Dan's film. Ooh, I hope I can post some of the pictures Arran took already: they're fabulous [thank you!]
5 days! I can make it!
And I got home so quickly! Less than 2 hours, a new record. I didn't get lost once, also a new record. I think I'm finally getting the hang of the 'burbs.
Did I mention how excited I am about Saturday? I'm very very very excited. Five days of work, just five. I can do that standing on my head!
/me checks the forecast, just to see if there's any good news...
!!! YES! 60% Probability of precipitation, and... A thundershower? Oh, I know someone up there likes me.
Because I enjoy reveling in details: We leave Sunday morning at the ungodly hour of 5:30. Mr. McWaters will be driving, because I most certainly won't be able to keep my eyes open. We'll arrive in Oxford by 10 pm, after hours of music and DVDs and sleep. Beaching in Oxford, fine dining, exquisite summer days and then... Cape Breton! We'll arrive in the afternoon of the 18th? Or 19th. Either way, there's lots to do. Picnicking in Petersfield, kitchen parties at the house, nights at Chandler's, Baddeck for a day, Sailing to George's cove for a day, Louisbourg, maybe? Point Michaud for a day, Arkandor concerts... meep, running out of days!
Leaving for Oxford on the 23rd, Quebec city on the 24th, Montreal on the 25th.
Woah. 10 days well spent! I'm hoping to buy a digital camera before we leave so I can document the thing, but if that fails I can just get copies of Arran and Dan's film. Ooh, I hope I can post some of the pictures Arran took already: they're fabulous [thank you!]
5 days! I can make it!
# posted by Spot @ 12:12 a.m.
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Saturday, August 07, 2004
Sand In My Shoes
Spreading-my-arms-wide, face-lifted-to-God, rain-raising, tree-revealing, sky and heart opening...
It's not that it was my favorite day of the summer. The miracle lies in my recognition, feeling it pass through me and knowing that I am absolutely and completely happy.
Where did it come from? Probably a complex of coffee, shiver swimming, rapt reading. Without a doubt, the spark came from nature. The sound of rain mixing with beeches, the way the forest seems to turn when you pass through it. You know what I mean: you're walking through, you look deep into the heart of green and it..turns. There's no centre, but you can feel the rotation. Feels good.
Thunder boomed above us around 2, then again at 3. It felt like a voice tolling, demanding our acknowledgement: yes, this is a sacred moment.
I'm still intoxicated from the gift. Holy, holy, holy.
It's not that it was my favorite day of the summer. The miracle lies in my recognition, feeling it pass through me and knowing that I am absolutely and completely happy.
Where did it come from? Probably a complex of coffee, shiver swimming, rapt reading. Without a doubt, the spark came from nature. The sound of rain mixing with beeches, the way the forest seems to turn when you pass through it. You know what I mean: you're walking through, you look deep into the heart of green and it..turns. There's no centre, but you can feel the rotation. Feels good.
Thunder boomed above us around 2, then again at 3. It felt like a voice tolling, demanding our acknowledgement: yes, this is a sacred moment.
I'm still intoxicated from the gift. Holy, holy, holy.
# posted by Spot @ 7:53 p.m.
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Get Stupid
Speed blog!
I had a lovely time at Charles's party last night, and I'm very glad I went. I'll see him again in seven days, when he comes to the beach with his friends. That will be a very good day: my last before The Trip.
It's funny how a recent lack of sleeping so neatly coincides with a ridiculous cold snap. Max temp in Montreal today? 20 degrees! Ludicrous! I am overjoyed: almost finished another book yesterday, have yet another lined up. I think my co-workers are getting a little uncomfortable with my facination for literature. So maybe I'll have to space my fun out with lesser fun, like frisbee.
I can't believe I'm getting paid for this. SOOO GOOD!
I had a lovely time at Charles's party last night, and I'm very glad I went. I'll see him again in seven days, when he comes to the beach with his friends. That will be a very good day: my last before The Trip.
It's funny how a recent lack of sleeping so neatly coincides with a ridiculous cold snap. Max temp in Montreal today? 20 degrees! Ludicrous! I am overjoyed: almost finished another book yesterday, have yet another lined up. I think my co-workers are getting a little uncomfortable with my facination for literature. So maybe I'll have to space my fun out with lesser fun, like frisbee.
I can't believe I'm getting paid for this. SOOO GOOD!
# posted by Spot @ 9:55 a.m.
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Tuesday, August 03, 2004
I'm Blogging in a Bathing Suit!
It's fun. You should try it!
Today was the best day at work *ever*, because I got to read two [2!] books cover-to-cover, more or less: The Horse And His Boy and Pride and Prejudice. Oh Mr. Darcy, you so dreamy!
My cognition professor, Dr. Levintin, once summarized all Austen novels as the following:
Boy likes girl, but she doesn't know it.
Girl likes boy, but he doesn't know it.
... They find out!
I've probably told that joke before. Nevertheless, the joke, like Austen novels and toast wending machines [paroxyms of laughter] will never get old.
Anyway, today was lovely because it rained and rained and rained and rained, like that time we were supposed to go to the contemporary art museum. Remember? Last week? That was fabulous too.
That's why I'm blogging in my bathing suit: I kept it on to bike home in the rain. That was a lot of fun! It felt like I was going so fast...
I suppose this marks a change from what I think is a good work day. Yes, it's true. Even sand, sun and surf can get old after a month and a half. Actually, I think Paris has more to do with my enjoyment of my job than the job itself. What could be better than sitting in the sun and swimming in the sea?
[lake, whatever, you alliterate smarty-pants].
The answer: doing dishes at your house! Yay dishes! Yay your house!
Boo beach? Apparently so. Which is good, because I was starting to consider doing this for the rest of my life. Now that my job is not heaven on earth, I don't feel so bad about leaving for law.
I love the rain. I love Montreal. I love my life. Is there anything missing?
J'adore l'amour.
Kill me now, it doesn't get any better than this.
Today was the best day at work *ever*, because I got to read two [2!] books cover-to-cover, more or less: The Horse And His Boy and Pride and Prejudice. Oh Mr. Darcy, you so dreamy!
My cognition professor, Dr. Levintin, once summarized all Austen novels as the following:
Boy likes girl, but she doesn't know it.
Girl likes boy, but he doesn't know it.
... They find out!
I've probably told that joke before. Nevertheless, the joke, like Austen novels and toast wending machines [paroxyms of laughter] will never get old.
Anyway, today was lovely because it rained and rained and rained and rained, like that time we were supposed to go to the contemporary art museum. Remember? Last week? That was fabulous too.
That's why I'm blogging in my bathing suit: I kept it on to bike home in the rain. That was a lot of fun! It felt like I was going so fast...
I suppose this marks a change from what I think is a good work day. Yes, it's true. Even sand, sun and surf can get old after a month and a half. Actually, I think Paris has more to do with my enjoyment of my job than the job itself. What could be better than sitting in the sun and swimming in the sea?
[lake, whatever, you alliterate smarty-pants].
The answer: doing dishes at your house! Yay dishes! Yay your house!
Boo beach? Apparently so. Which is good, because I was starting to consider doing this for the rest of my life. Now that my job is not heaven on earth, I don't feel so bad about leaving for law.
I love the rain. I love Montreal. I love my life. Is there anything missing?
J'adore l'amour.
Kill me now, it doesn't get any better than this.
# posted by Spot @ 6:39 p.m.
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Sunday, August 01, 2004
I can't feel my fingers
Hello, and welcome to another episode of drunken Sarah theatre.
You know that scene in Office Space where Peter says "Everytday since I started working has been worse than the day before. So everyday you see me.. that's the worst day of my life"? Well, let's alter that quote a little to fit the Paris household and the strangeness that is Spot:
"Everytime I visit this place I drink more than the last. So, everytime you see me...that's the drunkest I've ever been".
Wow. That's messed up.
I love this feeling. I can't feel my fingers, my eyes won't focus, but I've discovered that
a) I'm a happy drunk... because I'm a happy everything. I'm a happy Spottle nowadays. I'm having so much fun. I'm rocking out. I'm living large. I'm loving fully.
b) I can completely focus on what I'm doing when I'm drinking. I can totally type fully well... even though I can't stand up. I wonder if I'll remember tomorrow that I posted today? If not... surprise!
c) I limbo better when I've been drinking. The requisite flexability comes from a further relaxation of my muscles, which are a result of an increased intake of Jim Bean and Sambuka. Yay Sambuka! You made my summer great!
Jesse and I were just reflecting on my recent transformation a-la-more fun. He couldn't believe how much more I've been drinking. I reminded him that once September comes around, I plan to return to regular...old...boring...Sarah. Plus, no one will believe how much I drank, how much fun we had. I guess it's our secret.
There it is Gabe! An uptadate just for you!@ Too nmaby frkigt shots...can't ype any more... too far gone. I love life so very much.
You know that scene in Office Space where Peter says "Everytday since I started working has been worse than the day before. So everyday you see me.. that's the worst day of my life"? Well, let's alter that quote a little to fit the Paris household and the strangeness that is Spot:
"Everytime I visit this place I drink more than the last. So, everytime you see me...that's the drunkest I've ever been".
Wow. That's messed up.
I love this feeling. I can't feel my fingers, my eyes won't focus, but I've discovered that
a) I'm a happy drunk... because I'm a happy everything. I'm a happy Spottle nowadays. I'm having so much fun. I'm rocking out. I'm living large. I'm loving fully.
b) I can completely focus on what I'm doing when I'm drinking. I can totally type fully well... even though I can't stand up. I wonder if I'll remember tomorrow that I posted today? If not... surprise!
c) I limbo better when I've been drinking. The requisite flexability comes from a further relaxation of my muscles, which are a result of an increased intake of Jim Bean and Sambuka. Yay Sambuka! You made my summer great!
Jesse and I were just reflecting on my recent transformation a-la-more fun. He couldn't believe how much more I've been drinking. I reminded him that once September comes around, I plan to return to regular...old...boring...Sarah. Plus, no one will believe how much I drank, how much fun we had. I guess it's our secret.
There it is Gabe! An uptadate just for you!@ Too nmaby frkigt shots...can't ype any more... too far gone. I love life so very much.
# posted by Spot @ 2:49 a.m.
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