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Friday, November 25, 2005
Now! 3
Oh wow.
Visiting Taz for the best and brightest in vinyl and CDs, I saw this compilation. My first CD that I played on my first CD player [which I still own: Sonys last forever].
It's very pleasant to regress.
Next time I'll get Big Shiney Tunes 2 and the time travel will be complete!
More to follow on Thanksgiving...
Visiting Taz for the best and brightest in vinyl and CDs, I saw this compilation. My first CD that I played on my first CD player [which I still own: Sonys last forever].
It's very pleasant to regress.
Next time I'll get Big Shiney Tunes 2 and the time travel will be complete!
More to follow on Thanksgiving...
# posted by Spot @ 6:03 p.m.
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Thursday, November 24, 2005
Giving Thanks Two
Point is she's *gasp* right. Wow, life is pretty good.
Actually, life is very good. It's nigh on impossible to write about, because a whole lot of that has to do with Dan. You just can't do justice to some things [love and other bliss] in writing, if at all. But here's a short try.
It's like listening to your new favourite song. The minute I wake up in the morning it's like hearing those opening chords. You know something really good is happening right now, to you. You know it's good because you've heard it before. It's familiar but still exciting [ooh, I love this part!] and it makes you feel so good just to hear/see/feel it over and over. Like wrapping yourself in a warm blanket. Like listening to your favourite song.
And then, once in a while, you look up and realize you're they're favourite song too. Everything reflected... it's good to be heard.
So that's why life is good. School [which feels like the totality of my life at the moment] is a challenge to be mastered. But it fits really well. I'm happy, when I remember to think about how far I've come.
Which brings me to Ali's blog, and Mom's point #3. Can you believe I spend this much time at school? That I study this much? That I actually manage to do something physical every once in a while? These are the things that used to bother me the most [still do, actually]. I've never felt I work hard enough, that I study enough or that I'm quite healthy enough.
I'm not being self-indulgingly self-centered here. Think about whatever it is that bothers you most about yourself. Or, what bothered you most 5 years ago. Are these the same problems? I do still have the still worries - academics, work ethic and health - but it's not the same problem. Years of trying have made a difference. I'm better at this than I used to be.
--> To be continued... again.
# posted by Spot @ 3:25 p.m.
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Giving Thanks
Much Music's in town, I've been reading Ali's Blog and I went to Andrew's for Thanksgiving dinner this weekend. All together, this gives material for a blog.
I guess it's boils down to what my Mom and I were talking about the last couple of times she's called. She was talking about the Toronto job thing, but it applies pretty generally. The basic points were:
I guess it's boils down to what my Mom and I were talking about the last couple of times she's called. She was talking about the Toronto job thing, but it applies pretty generally. The basic points were:
- Life, such as it is, is pretty good.
- You never know where a rejection can take you
- Go easy on yourself
Now, I don't want you to think I was crushed after Toronto, because that's just not true. And, once I'd stopped trying to reassure Mom of the same and listened to what she was saying, I realized that these are good general points. You don't need a crisis to stop a second and take stock, although crisis is generally when we do that.
Well, I'm not in crisis [though exams can feel that way sometimes]. I just feel that things are pretty good. And I want to write about what's right for a change.
--> This is going to be long, I can tell. Forgive me: I'm out of Constitutional and I need a break before attacking evidence and, maybe possibly, the paper.
To be continued....
# posted by Spot @ 12:16 p.m.
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005
To Moncton.. & Beyond!
Well, the word's out: the moot went well, and I'm off to the regionals in February. Free trip to Moncton! It doesn't get any better than that...
Unless, of course, we make it to Ottawa. That is better. But baby steps, baby steps.
I'm excited. It's lots of work in January, but that's when I want to work. That's a good time to do something busy. [Just checked: this does not conflict with spring break. It's on Feb. 10th, a good week in advance. Whew!]
So that's the news. That, and I haven't written my major paper yet. Yipes.
Unless, of course, we make it to Ottawa. That is better. But baby steps, baby steps.
I'm excited. It's lots of work in January, but that's when I want to work. That's a good time to do something busy. [Just checked: this does not conflict with spring break. It's on Feb. 10th, a good week in advance. Whew!]
So that's the news. That, and I haven't written my major paper yet. Yipes.
# posted by Spot @ 5:07 p.m.
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Friday, November 18, 2005
False traffic
Minor blogger rant:
Do this activity with me. Go to google and do an image search. Look for cocktails. And what do you find?
25 - some very potent cocktails.
This is a picture from my birthday. Taken from "Le Crocodile", a very memorable [or, rather, lack of memorable] Parisian bar.
About 1/2 the traffic to this blog comes via a search for this image. Ridiculous! I'm contemplating putting it on a separate website somewhere, because people keep trying to find it here, but can't, once it leaves the main page. Maybe I should copyright it too: it is a very popular image.
Do this activity with me. Go to google and do an image search. Look for cocktails. And what do you find?
25 - some very potent cocktails.
This is a picture from my birthday. Taken from "Le Crocodile", a very memorable [or, rather, lack of memorable] Parisian bar.
About 1/2 the traffic to this blog comes via a search for this image. Ridiculous! I'm contemplating putting it on a separate website somewhere, because people keep trying to find it here, but can't, once it leaves the main page. Maybe I should copyright it too: it is a very popular image.
# posted by Spot @ 2:08 p.m.
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Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Testiphony
After the drama and excitement that was interview week, it can hardly be surprising that my regular life seems dull in comparison.
But it has been a few days and I've entirely recovered from my momentary dissapointment [I never wanted them anyway, etc, etc] and I have something new to rant / complain / panic about.
First things first: my, what a damp province this is. I know it's warmer than McGill, for which I am occasionally grateful [especially the other day, 15 degrees in November!] but that's because we're next to the ocean, and that means lots and lots
and lots and lots and lots
and too much rain.
This is becoming a strategic problem, because I have to wear a suit this afternoon. I'm mooting! Moot! Moot! Moot!
Fun to say, but this is serious. Well, fun serious. It's a criminal trial, I'm defence and we're feeling pretty good about it. Although I found myself immediately strategizing in ethically dubious ways.
"So, if the beer bottles get excluded, you're completely sober, a collaborative witness. And if they're in, you drank everything and your brother, who was driving the car, didn't touch a drop". Hmmm.....
It was lots of fun to do this moot and I kinda hope I get to stay with it. I really like the coach and the people in my class [Bryna especially, I looooove her] so it would be fun to stay, if I get selected [4 people go on out of 12, I think]
But it's one extra credit to go on and tons more work. Pro: it's January heavy preparation. Con: you might still be doing it in March. Pro: I could meet the SCC! Con: I wouldn't be allowed to compete in any other moots. Ever. Dal kinda bites that way.
So wish me luck or not. But I still have to dress in the suit [glad I have it now] and find some way to get to school without arriving as a drowned rat.
I'm making a charter application. This is exciting!
But it has been a few days and I've entirely recovered from my momentary dissapointment [I never wanted them anyway, etc, etc] and I have something new to rant / complain / panic about.
First things first: my, what a damp province this is. I know it's warmer than McGill, for which I am occasionally grateful [especially the other day, 15 degrees in November!] but that's because we're next to the ocean, and that means lots and lots
and lots and lots and lots
and too much rain.
This is becoming a strategic problem, because I have to wear a suit this afternoon. I'm mooting! Moot! Moot! Moot!
Fun to say, but this is serious. Well, fun serious. It's a criminal trial, I'm defence and we're feeling pretty good about it. Although I found myself immediately strategizing in ethically dubious ways.
"So, if the beer bottles get excluded, you're completely sober, a collaborative witness. And if they're in, you drank everything and your brother, who was driving the car, didn't touch a drop". Hmmm.....
It was lots of fun to do this moot and I kinda hope I get to stay with it. I really like the coach and the people in my class [Bryna especially, I looooove her] so it would be fun to stay, if I get selected [4 people go on out of 12, I think]
But it's one extra credit to go on and tons more work. Pro: it's January heavy preparation. Con: you might still be doing it in March. Pro: I could meet the SCC! Con: I wouldn't be allowed to compete in any other moots. Ever. Dal kinda bites that way.
So wish me luck or not. But I still have to dress in the suit [glad I have it now] and find some way to get to school without arriving as a drowned rat.
I'm making a charter application. This is exciting!
# posted by Spot @ 1:36 p.m.
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Thursday, November 10, 2005
Persistent Silence
So.. they haven't called.
I feel like a broken drumstick, as Ringo once put it.
Only a bit though. Hey, I tried my best, it was exciting and I actually do have a better idea of what I want to do post-school. Commercial litigation!
And they could always call later today... [denial].
It's already a little funny.. Dan's semi-concious from a seriously bad cold [I *think* it might be the same one I had last Wednesday. Oops.] so when I got home we opted for a movie. Love Actually, actually. And, if you've ever seen this film [which I hadn't ever] you'll know that one of the characters has a constantly ringing cell phone.
I bolted for mine almost every time :)
Well... I suppose I won't be living in Toronto this summer. But I will try for Halifax: it might be nice to see the city at it's best. I never really fell in love with Montreal until I spent a summer there.
And hey... I could always try to work in Montreal...
I feel like a broken drumstick, as Ringo once put it.
Only a bit though. Hey, I tried my best, it was exciting and I actually do have a better idea of what I want to do post-school. Commercial litigation!
And they could always call later today... [denial].
It's already a little funny.. Dan's semi-concious from a seriously bad cold [I *think* it might be the same one I had last Wednesday. Oops.] so when I got home we opted for a movie. Love Actually, actually. And, if you've ever seen this film [which I hadn't ever] you'll know that one of the characters has a constantly ringing cell phone.
I bolted for mine almost every time :)
Well... I suppose I won't be living in Toronto this summer. But I will try for Halifax: it might be nice to see the city at it's best. I never really fell in love with Montreal until I spent a summer there.
And hey... I could always try to work in Montreal...
# posted by Spot @ 12:10 p.m.
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Wednesday, November 09, 2005
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing
I've just had a minor heart attack. Checking the firm site for the last time, the guy I met yesterday is on the recruiting committee. Shiver.
Nevermind that: Jesse G's blogging! And enjoying suits, evidently. Seriously, I'm pleased: keeping in touch is a very good thing.
Now I have have to keep re-reading my comments so as not to miss juicy details [golf! kahkis!].
Now just don't fall by the blogging wayside as so many of us have. [I'd point the finger, but that'd be the Pottle calling the Ali black, or some such thing] More realistically, if you do drop off the planet, be sure to come back.
I'm working, I swear.
Nevermind that: Jesse G's blogging! And enjoying suits, evidently. Seriously, I'm pleased: keeping in touch is a very good thing.
Now I have have to keep re-reading my comments so as not to miss juicy details [golf! kahkis!].
Now just don't fall by the blogging wayside as so many of us have. [I'd point the finger, but that'd be the Pottle calling the Ali black, or some such thing] More realistically, if you do drop off the planet, be sure to come back.
I'm working, I swear.
# posted by Spot @ 1:38 p.m.
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Tuesday afternoon to today
It was getting late, and I was worrying about the flight, but the recruiting director called back around 1, inviting me to come in at 3. A little dance of happiness ensued. But wait: the flight was leaving at 8, who knew how long the meeting would go.. if I was in there for two hours I really wouldn't have time to come back to the apartment and then head for the airport. Solution: bring the bags and store them in the Union station lockers.
But when I asked the TTC folks, they said "what lockers?". Turns out Sept. 11th means no more lockers.
Bah! I can't bring the bags and I can't leave them behind: Ingrid to the rescue! I left my wordly possessions in her office and headed off for the meeting, arriving 10 minutes early this time. [But forgetting to check in at the front desk until 5 minutes to. The receptionist was busy... but still].
Third interview was OK. About 2nd on a scale of 3: he asked more questions than the first, less than the 2nd, and we managed to find a few things to talk about. Thing is, I was trying to find a way to help my case a bit: meet someone else, ask some good questions.. but this guy seemed less impressable. If I wasn't making a quick point, he started losing interest. I felt like saying "OK, I'm just trying to get you to like me, I really don't have any pressing questions, so I hope I'm not wasting your time. But what do you need to know to plead my case?"
It's hard, because going back a 2nd time is definitely a sign of interest. But how much more do I really have to ask about? These firms have volumes of information on their websites, there's nothing they really don't cover. It's just... do you like them, do they like you.
He gave some good advice about summering in general though. And then I was done. Out of the office, out of the building, and on my way to the airport.
Whew! Carrying those suitcases was a pain in the butt, and I really didn't have the chance to do much work. Didn't have the chance / too nervous / braindead. So maybe I didn't need to bring 3 casebooks.
But I got to the airport fine [thinking, damn. I never got to see Steph] and then a second Canjet miricle occured.
It took way less time than I thought I would. It was only 6 when I was checking in, and my flight was leaving at 8:20. So the guy was confused: "Halifax at 6:50?" Nope. "Well, I can get you on the earlier flight if you want".
[this one's for Jesse:] WOOT!
Can you believe this? Yeah, no problem, [no cost], I'm boarding in 30 minutes and I'll be home in time to catch the shuttle [my 8:20 flight had me getting in at 11:30 local, so I'd have to cab it to Halifax for 45$].
Best airline ever.
So I'm home, in time for class like I'd hoped. Updating instead of working, but the work is soon to follow.
It was lovely to come home. I realized how much I really love living with Dan.
And the cell's on. They'll call at 6, at the earliest. Or not.
Times like these I wonder if it's wise to share the ups and downs. If I don't get it, this'll be hard on my ego. But it feels good, letting loose.
PS: Ingrid, you did not make me nervous! Thinking about the most typical firm question totally focused on what I really needed to remember, rather than my undifferentiated "I'm a nice person". I was prepared, and it worked: a very good thing.
But when I asked the TTC folks, they said "what lockers?". Turns out Sept. 11th means no more lockers.
Bah! I can't bring the bags and I can't leave them behind: Ingrid to the rescue! I left my wordly possessions in her office and headed off for the meeting, arriving 10 minutes early this time. [But forgetting to check in at the front desk until 5 minutes to. The receptionist was busy... but still].
Third interview was OK. About 2nd on a scale of 3: he asked more questions than the first, less than the 2nd, and we managed to find a few things to talk about. Thing is, I was trying to find a way to help my case a bit: meet someone else, ask some good questions.. but this guy seemed less impressable. If I wasn't making a quick point, he started losing interest. I felt like saying "OK, I'm just trying to get you to like me, I really don't have any pressing questions, so I hope I'm not wasting your time. But what do you need to know to plead my case?"
It's hard, because going back a 2nd time is definitely a sign of interest. But how much more do I really have to ask about? These firms have volumes of information on their websites, there's nothing they really don't cover. It's just... do you like them, do they like you.
He gave some good advice about summering in general though. And then I was done. Out of the office, out of the building, and on my way to the airport.
Whew! Carrying those suitcases was a pain in the butt, and I really didn't have the chance to do much work. Didn't have the chance / too nervous / braindead. So maybe I didn't need to bring 3 casebooks.
But I got to the airport fine [thinking, damn. I never got to see Steph] and then a second Canjet miricle occured.
It took way less time than I thought I would. It was only 6 when I was checking in, and my flight was leaving at 8:20. So the guy was confused: "Halifax at 6:50?" Nope. "Well, I can get you on the earlier flight if you want".
[this one's for Jesse:] WOOT!
Can you believe this? Yeah, no problem, [no cost], I'm boarding in 30 minutes and I'll be home in time to catch the shuttle [my 8:20 flight had me getting in at 11:30 local, so I'd have to cab it to Halifax for 45$].
Best airline ever.
So I'm home, in time for class like I'd hoped. Updating instead of working, but the work is soon to follow.
It was lovely to come home. I realized how much I really love living with Dan.
And the cell's on. They'll call at 6, at the earliest. Or not.
Times like these I wonder if it's wise to share the ups and downs. If I don't get it, this'll be hard on my ego. But it feels good, letting loose.
PS: Ingrid, you did not make me nervous! Thinking about the most typical firm question totally focused on what I really needed to remember, rather than my undifferentiated "I'm a nice person". I was prepared, and it worked: a very good thing.
# posted by Spot @ 1:09 p.m.
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Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Tuesday morning: what to do?
I called first interview as soon as I got home. And then the waiting begins...
I want to come home tonight. There's a flight, I can go to class tomorrow, I'll be next to the phone tomorrow afternoon. But what if they want to see me tomorrow?
What if first interview doesn't call to invite me back today?
I'll have to cancel the flight. Or call them. Can I say I want to leave before tomorrow? I saw them so much already, they can't possibly want to see me after today?
But do they want to see me today? What if they want to see me tomorrow?
Or not at all?
Nail biting. Family has never been more boring. 10. 10:30. 11...
Phone!
YES!
They're arranging. I will go back. 2nd interview!!! WOOOT!
Cross my fingers, they're calling back soon. Hope for today: go, say hi, go home. Please oh please.
I want to come home tonight. There's a flight, I can go to class tomorrow, I'll be next to the phone tomorrow afternoon. But what if they want to see me tomorrow?
What if first interview doesn't call to invite me back today?
I'll have to cancel the flight. Or call them. Can I say I want to leave before tomorrow? I saw them so much already, they can't possibly want to see me after today?
But do they want to see me today? What if they want to see me tomorrow?
Or not at all?
Nail biting. Family has never been more boring. 10. 10:30. 11...
Phone!
YES!
They're arranging. I will go back. 2nd interview!!! WOOOT!
Cross my fingers, they're calling back soon. Hope for today: go, say hi, go home. Please oh please.
# posted by Spot @ 12:35 p.m.
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Monday night: nerves and food [and wine]
YES! Spot kicks cocktail party and dinner going butt.
It was eeeaaaassssyyy. I showed up at 7, on the dot. No fashionably late for me: this may have something to do with Ingrid's apartment being literally up the street from the restaurant the firm rented out for the night. Holy moly.
And they're off! Spot bends ears about debating, Dalhousie-going [oh, your sons/daughters go/went to the same schools I do/did? Woot!] It was weird. Anyone who's ever seen me in my introversion mode would've thought I was, well, crazy. But this is easy. This is acting. I don't have to worry about feeling insincere: everyone is trying, I can try too.
30 minutes of mingling: As we're constantly offered these little bit-size things and wine I talk to recruitment [didn't recognize her but that was OK], the newly appointed office manager, Securities guy and then my dinner company found me.
And dinner was delicious. More reasuringly, it was comfortable. They sat me with two: a junior associate and a partner, both in litigation, good news because I think I'm leaning that way. Both friendly, easy to talk to, and I didn't have to worry about another student, if I was talking enough / too much, where talk was going. Easy. Yes.
On my way out, first interview lawyer says hello. I'm glowing [Dan's right, this is an ego fest] and find the words to say I want to come back. See everyone again.
And she says yes. Call her.
YES!
It was eeeaaaassssyyy. I showed up at 7, on the dot. No fashionably late for me: this may have something to do with Ingrid's apartment being literally up the street from the restaurant the firm rented out for the night. Holy moly.
And they're off! Spot bends ears about debating, Dalhousie-going [oh, your sons/daughters go/went to the same schools I do/did? Woot!] It was weird. Anyone who's ever seen me in my introversion mode would've thought I was, well, crazy. But this is easy. This is acting. I don't have to worry about feeling insincere: everyone is trying, I can try too.
30 minutes of mingling: As we're constantly offered these little bit-size things and wine I talk to recruitment [didn't recognize her but that was OK], the newly appointed office manager, Securities guy and then my dinner company found me.
And dinner was delicious. More reasuringly, it was comfortable. They sat me with two: a junior associate and a partner, both in litigation, good news because I think I'm leaning that way. Both friendly, easy to talk to, and I didn't have to worry about another student, if I was talking enough / too much, where talk was going. Easy. Yes.
On my way out, first interview lawyer says hello. I'm glowing [Dan's right, this is an ego fest] and find the words to say I want to come back. See everyone again.
And she says yes. Call her.
YES!
# posted by Spot @ 12:26 p.m.
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Monday, November 07, 2005
Monday: NERVES!
The thing with insomnia is, you really are convinced you've been up all night. How can you tell the difference, when you stare at the wall when you're awake? But, even though it felt like I was up a lot, I was beyond awake by 7. Ingrid's pre-interview prepping "so, why this firm?" had me forgetting everything I knew. Why this firm? Why me? Give me a job!!!
I did the thing I always do when I'm nervous. I kept myself really busy, unable to leave on time.. or late.. only later. It's weird: the more important the meeting, the later I seem to want to be.
But I was too nervous to stay still, and as a result, actually got there 5 whole minutes early. Success! But wait... how many elevators? 6? The first bank of three go from 2-40, the second bank from 57-80, how do I get to the mid 40's? AUGH!
Turns out there are two floors to leave from. 40-57 left from the basement. This is stupid.
Got ushered into the boardroom, AKA holding tank. Full of articling students and food [note: don't eat the food. Don't touch the food. There's no way you can be sure it won't get in your teeth, you're too nervous to eat it anyway. All that's going to happen is you wandering around with a damp carrot stick in your right hand. The hand you have to shake with].
So I didn't touch the food, and my guide arrived 3 minutes later. Wow, these guys are efficient.
First interview, I was so nervous I was sure I was going...to...die. I started asking every kind of question I could think of, which may have been a mistake. 20 minutes into it, and I'm out of ideas, but no one seems inclined to ask me anything. Lots of work to keep things interesting. I felt like a wrung out rag.
Second interview was lovely. A friendly guy, lots of questions about Vimy, easy easy conversation. [to myself: "is this going well? God, I hope so"].
2 hours have passed and that's... it. A shakey me calls Ingrid for lunch. I attempt to walk back to the apartment, give up and take the metro.
Stage two... dinner.
I did the thing I always do when I'm nervous. I kept myself really busy, unable to leave on time.. or late.. only later. It's weird: the more important the meeting, the later I seem to want to be.
But I was too nervous to stay still, and as a result, actually got there 5 whole minutes early. Success! But wait... how many elevators? 6? The first bank of three go from 2-40, the second bank from 57-80, how do I get to the mid 40's? AUGH!
Turns out there are two floors to leave from. 40-57 left from the basement. This is stupid.
Got ushered into the boardroom, AKA holding tank. Full of articling students and food [note: don't eat the food. Don't touch the food. There's no way you can be sure it won't get in your teeth, you're too nervous to eat it anyway. All that's going to happen is you wandering around with a damp carrot stick in your right hand. The hand you have to shake with].
So I didn't touch the food, and my guide arrived 3 minutes later. Wow, these guys are efficient.
First interview, I was so nervous I was sure I was going...to...die. I started asking every kind of question I could think of, which may have been a mistake. 20 minutes into it, and I'm out of ideas, but no one seems inclined to ask me anything. Lots of work to keep things interesting. I felt like a wrung out rag.
Second interview was lovely. A friendly guy, lots of questions about Vimy, easy easy conversation. [to myself: "is this going well? God, I hope so"].
2 hours have passed and that's... it. A shakey me calls Ingrid for lunch. I attempt to walk back to the apartment, give up and take the metro.
Stage two... dinner.
# posted by Spot @ 12:16 p.m.
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Sunday, November 06, 2005
Sunday: Tommy in Toronto
One thing I've always appreciated about big cities: it's so easy getting from the airport to downtown. Public transit, baby! One hour and I was at Ingrid's, slightly dopey from the flight and happy to settle in.
While Ingrid set off for work [on a Sunday? Articling sucks] I made the one and only meal I can: Cantwell Macaroni! Delicious, and Ali came over for dinner. Then, off to the after-hours, 40% off Tommy sale: Toronto has fantastic shopping. To bed, to bed, tomorrow's a big day.
While Ingrid set off for work [on a Sunday? Articling sucks] I made the one and only meal I can: Cantwell Macaroni! Delicious, and Ali came over for dinner. Then, off to the after-hours, 40% off Tommy sale: Toronto has fantastic shopping. To bed, to bed, tomorrow's a big day.
# posted by Spot @ 12:12 p.m.
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Saturday, November 05, 2005
Wallet Wisdom
I should've stepped off my Canjet flight about 30 minutes ago. Instead I'm at home, waiting for the 10:30 flight tomorrow morning.
Augh. I left my wallet in the backseat of my drive [parental] and so spent a frantic 2 hours tracking it down. I got it hand-delivered, but it cost me in "I told you so's".
The canjet folks, on the other hand, were exceptionally decent. They changed my flight free of charge, no problem. Wow. Since when does a budget airline out-customer-service Air Canada?
Maybe that was obvious to everyone else, but I was pleasantly surprised.
Anyway, I'm bummed that I can't see Steph tonight. That was the plan: get a free drive to the airport courtesy of my folks who were down for the weekend. Visit Steph [tonight was the only time she had free], then interview-it-up at Ingrid's. It was slightly cheaper, and I wouldn't have had to get up too bloody early on Sunday morning.
Well, thank goodness I left some extra time, n'eh?
In blog related comments, holy class reunion yo! Jesse "too hardcore for the likes of you" Gainer? Craziness! Well, this blog just made itself worthwhile. I'm stoked to hear from everyone: hope you share your stories of travel disaster in commiseration
Augh. I left my wallet in the backseat of my drive [parental] and so spent a frantic 2 hours tracking it down. I got it hand-delivered, but it cost me in "I told you so's".
The canjet folks, on the other hand, were exceptionally decent. They changed my flight free of charge, no problem. Wow. Since when does a budget airline out-customer-service Air Canada?
Maybe that was obvious to everyone else, but I was pleasantly surprised.
Anyway, I'm bummed that I can't see Steph tonight. That was the plan: get a free drive to the airport courtesy of my folks who were down for the weekend. Visit Steph [tonight was the only time she had free], then interview-it-up at Ingrid's. It was slightly cheaper, and I wouldn't have had to get up too bloody early on Sunday morning.
Well, thank goodness I left some extra time, n'eh?
In blog related comments, holy class reunion yo! Jesse "too hardcore for the likes of you" Gainer? Craziness! Well, this blog just made itself worthwhile. I'm stoked to hear from everyone: hope you share your stories of travel disaster in commiseration
# posted by Spot @ 9:05 p.m.
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Thursday, November 03, 2005
Warm fuzzy feeling
Hello world!
I'm much comforted by everyone's comments, so I'll thank you all off the bat. Jessica, I'm very glad you said hi. Hi back!
Needless to say, I took Ingrid up on her offer: thanks Ingrid! [hmm, many exclamations here]. In talking to her I realized that this is actually the easy part, law school I mean. Hrm. That isn't very comforting, actually. These past two weeks were really hard and I'm not sure I could do much more than this.
[My body kind of broke down yesterday morning. Up and quit on me: I almost made it out the door before sliding onto the couch. Missed Family and Constitutional, slept 'till 1, puttered around 'till 5, slept 'till 8, missing Sopinka, asleep again at 11. 7 hours of conciousness in 24? And still fuzzy 'round the edges].
Not to complain, just trying to figure this out. I think I'm hitting the limit of how I work, might have to change that again. Fridays have been slow, weekends like molasses. If I taken them more seriously it could lighten the rest of the week.
Brpt. I'm sure this is exceedingly boring, so I'll leave you with this invitation:
You can come stay with me anytime. I have a nice big warm bed in a cozy nook of a room. The couch isn't bad either, I've slept on it before. I live right downtown.
I figure karma might suggest some balance this way.
I'm much comforted by everyone's comments, so I'll thank you all off the bat. Jessica, I'm very glad you said hi. Hi back!
Needless to say, I took Ingrid up on her offer: thanks Ingrid! [hmm, many exclamations here]. In talking to her I realized that this is actually the easy part, law school I mean. Hrm. That isn't very comforting, actually. These past two weeks were really hard and I'm not sure I could do much more than this.
[My body kind of broke down yesterday morning. Up and quit on me: I almost made it out the door before sliding onto the couch. Missed Family and Constitutional, slept 'till 1, puttered around 'till 5, slept 'till 8, missing Sopinka, asleep again at 11. 7 hours of conciousness in 24? And still fuzzy 'round the edges].
Not to complain, just trying to figure this out. I think I'm hitting the limit of how I work, might have to change that again. Fridays have been slow, weekends like molasses. If I taken them more seriously it could lighten the rest of the week.
Brpt. I'm sure this is exceedingly boring, so I'll leave you with this invitation:
You can come stay with me anytime. I have a nice big warm bed in a cozy nook of a room. The couch isn't bad either, I've slept on it before. I live right downtown.
I figure karma might suggest some balance this way.
# posted by Spot @ 12:54 p.m.
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Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Come again!
Arran left this morning, and I miss her already. It was wonderful, like she'd/I'd never left. Indulged in some serious fantasising: what if she moved here? Would she like it?
The dynamic was different this time around, even better than before. The two of us living together makes it easy to give undivided attention, and everyone had a lot of fun. Lots of pool, a very good, very drunken night at Locas. And her watermelon costume was out of this world!
The dynamic was different this time around, even better than before. The two of us living together makes it easy to give undivided attention, and everyone had a lot of fun. Lots of pool, a very good, very drunken night at Locas. And her watermelon costume was out of this world!
# posted by Spot @ 12:00 p.m.
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