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Apr. 10th, 2004 01:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charloweenWork today was 9hrs long and felt like 15 or so. There were lots of people, so by rights it should have gone quick, but nope. I started at 1pm, and actually managed to be home from yesterday's adventure by noon so I could have lunch with my mum before work. And at work I discovered the coolest book ever. Or not the coolest. The strangest. There's a pair of books, My Little Pony Books, that are storybooks, but have a mane on them. The pony is there, the pony-illustration, but her mane is 100% real plastic My Little Pony hair. So instead of having the toy and having a book, there's a book with hair you can style. It bleweth my mind. Also at work they played that damn cover of "Fell in love with a girl" but since it's covered by a woman, the gender pronoun do-dads are flipped because a female couldn't ever sing a love song about another woman in the PC world of Frau Reisman's empire. Whoever the singer is that does the cover tried to make it a sultry-ish song, but it just doesn't sound the same without the voice of a whiny adolescent badger and loud bangy drums.
Yesterday's adventure... Kate (Kate-H.-from-work) invited me to tag along to a thing she and her friends were having. Good food, good conversation, tasty butterscotch shots (mmm... tastes like candy). Everyone was really nice, and I didn't feel like an out-of-place rural child! Not much anyway. [sigh] I like meeting people, hearing their stories. I didn't say much because I just liked listening. Everyone's stories are so much more interesting than mine; I have done some fairly cool stuff (renfest) but Brooklin is a small (inbred, white, protestant) town and there's a lot more life happening. Things a bit more interesting than a free leg waxing. :) I digress. And if it wasn't for school/lack of decently paying job I could move into The City and get a place for cheap with some pretty cool people. As it is, commuting from downtown to Pickering for 8:30 every morning for the next nine weeks may negate the fun-factor. A brilliant shiny opportunity and for naught.
In a nutshell: good times were had. Anna was really sweet to drive me up to a subway stop so I could get back to Durham in time for work. We left Kate half-asleep on the couch.
When I got home the parents told me that Marc from Maryland (as opposed to Chapters-Mark or lil' Marcus) had called. He might be doing a 4-day bluegrass festival in Ontario over the Canada Day weekend, and if everything goes down as it should I get to be the jerky girl! Yay selling meat! Yay jerky wench! When I called him back he let me know that he and Tim have been building their Mech armies. I haven't. I still have my book and rules and stuff, but I am sadly lacking in the models dept.
I don't have my glasses on as I'm typing this so every period at the end of every sentence looks almost like a comma, so every punctuation mark means I have to poke my neck forward and refocus los eyeballos. C'est amusant.
Tomorrow: study the hell out of [mumble grumble] payroll and have a charming "Undead Saviour" dinner with my grandmother.
Yesterday's adventure... Kate (Kate-H.-from-work) invited me to tag along to a thing she and her friends were having. Good food, good conversation, tasty butterscotch shots (mmm... tastes like candy). Everyone was really nice, and I didn't feel like an out-of-place rural child! Not much anyway. [sigh] I like meeting people, hearing their stories. I didn't say much because I just liked listening. Everyone's stories are so much more interesting than mine; I have done some fairly cool stuff (renfest) but Brooklin is a small (inbred, white, protestant) town and there's a lot more life happening. Things a bit more interesting than a free leg waxing. :) I digress. And if it wasn't for school/lack of decently paying job I could move into The City and get a place for cheap with some pretty cool people. As it is, commuting from downtown to Pickering for 8:30 every morning for the next nine weeks may negate the fun-factor. A brilliant shiny opportunity and for naught.
In a nutshell: good times were had. Anna was really sweet to drive me up to a subway stop so I could get back to Durham in time for work. We left Kate half-asleep on the couch.
When I got home the parents told me that Marc from Maryland (as opposed to Chapters-Mark or lil' Marcus) had called. He might be doing a 4-day bluegrass festival in Ontario over the Canada Day weekend, and if everything goes down as it should I get to be the jerky girl! Yay selling meat! Yay jerky wench! When I called him back he let me know that he and Tim have been building their Mech armies. I haven't. I still have my book and rules and stuff, but I am sadly lacking in the models dept.
I don't have my glasses on as I'm typing this so every period at the end of every sentence looks almost like a comma, so every punctuation mark means I have to poke my neck forward and refocus los eyeballos. C'est amusant.
Tomorrow: study the hell out of [mumble grumble] payroll and have a charming "Undead Saviour" dinner with my grandmother.
