Monthly Archives: May 2003

it’s like the episode where bender learns to cook

I was eating my cold eggplant parmigiana (the company microwave having been replaced by a BREADBOX, after all) today, and suddenly looked at it.

With the dark skin and the greenish flesh under the breadcrumbs and tomato sauce…suddenly I imagined that I was eating nice round Italian-cooked slices of giant slug.

I choked down the pasta underneath it, so I wouldn’t be totally hungry later (all the while thinking “slug slime, slug slime”) and tossed the eggplant. I likely won’t be able to eat THAT again.

Meh. Sometimes, foods with textures like that bug me…like grilled mushrooms. I love the taste, but sometimes, again, grilled slug, because it has no texture.

Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, guess I’ll go eat worms

Last day of the commute today. HOO-rah.

mmmm….cinnamon buns

I can smell the cinnamon buns from downstairs today, because all my windows are open in the office because it’s hot out there (about 75…which is warm for this part of the world)

No wonder I’m always hungrier than I should be, with that smell wafting in all the time. Damn.

the lithsp is going

I took my tongue stud out last night in a sudden attack of symbolism. I’ve had that thing just under two years. I had it done in 2001 in Fresno, as part of a piercing pact with the jentwo. She got her bellybutton done, I got my tongue pierced.

I’ve had a 12 gauge barbell in it since. I got good at using it for effect, playing with the stud when I was bored or wanted to look more alternative. I liked shocking boys when I kissed them for the first time, and they suddenly realized the barbell was there.

But last night was, really and truly, the last night of UBC. I realized that, looking out from Norman MacKenzie House Gardens, at the sunset. I was at a reception last night to honour the honorary degree recipients, a fancy affair student speakers were invited to, along with a lot of very influential people from the province of BC. And I realized – this is my last event as part of the UBC community. This is the last time I’ll be part of a gathering of any kind because I’m a UBC undergrad.

And so, the symbolism inherent in the act – taking out the college kid piercing – was what finalized the decision to remove the tongue stud. I’d been thinking about it for awhile:

5 QUICK REASONS TO GET RID OF TONGUE STUD:
1) I can’t blow bubbles with bubble gum
2) I lisp slightly with the stud in, which makes me sound like a Valley girl
3) I can’t chew caramels
4) Boyfriend doesn’t like it as much as he could
5) Difficult to run tongue over teeth after eating anything

And now, it’s out, and I imagine the hole in my tongue will be gone by tonight. Although now, I may have to go get a tattoo done to make up for losing a piercing.

&%^$!!!!

I got up at 5am today so I could take a 6am ferry, because I wanted to work an 8 hour day. Usually, I’d catch a 7am boat and leave on a 4…but the 4pm boat on Wednesdays, as I learned LAST week, doesn’t take passengers, only dangerous cargo. I learned THAT when I had to wait an hour for a boat, and then found that the ferries were late and had missed the bus connection, and that I’d lost about 90 minutes of my life to the whole fiasco, arriving in downtown Vancouver 90 minutes after I said I’d be there to have dinner with my family.

So today, I get in ferry lineup…and sit, and wait…and then realize…I’m in the Nanaimo lineup. The Bowen ferry left TWENTY MINUTES AGO and I have lost an hour I could have spent sleeping.

So now I’m going to be working a 9 hour day – because I can’t leave until 5pm – and by then there’s going to be traffic on the f–king Lion’s Gate…and AARGH.

I’m cursing myself for not paying attention, for being this tired. I want to scream and yell and throw things I’m so sick of this commute. No amount of Zen-like state can be reached this morning through scenery.

FUCK the scenery, I’m thinking, actually. I HATE being this tired all the time, and never having any time to myself, and having to leave social events early, and generally having my whole life dampened by this fucking commute, which is dragging on two weeks longer than it was supposed to.

Two hours this morning…I should have been sleeping one of those, and that’s what kills me most of all, is that I could have had enough sleep so that I might be able to FOCUS long enough to get my job done in the first place. I cannot work when I’m this tired…and I cannot fall asleep early enough to NOT be tired…and it’s rare I get this frustrated and angry, but it’s starting to take a toll.

My boyfriend and his friends are not amused by the cookbooks.

They are, however, usually happy enough to eat the results, even if I do get teased incessantly for it.

(I maintain that the Looneyspoons and Crazy Plates books kick ass, as I eat my leftover eggplant parmigiana. Even when there’s NO MICROWAVE IN YOUR OFFICE and you have to eat the leftovers cold)

I just saw a deer cross the parking lot.

Yes, I’m a city girl

sleepy

I’m sitting at my desk, trying to focus long enough to get work done. It’s not easy today. I’m dead tired exhausted – I think I got 5.5h sleep last night. I need 7, preferably 8.

This is mostly because I’m still on Bowen Island. I was originally told two weeks of commuting. Then it became 3. Then 4. I’m tired all the time during the week. Granted, I’ve worked shorter weeks as a result, but still…this is too far, too much of my time. I spend about 17-18 hours a week commuting. That’s more time than I spent at Arts County.

It may be time I’d spend reading (which is what I do on the bus/boat), it may be time I’d spend looking at scenery (ditto), but still…it would be time I could choose to use as I pleased.

It’s also that I have to be up at 5am in order to get here in time to harass the East Coast vendors. It’s an early day. That’s what really wears me down. If the office was in North Van, I’d be sleeping until 6:30 or so…and still get to work at the 7:45 I do now. And I’d be home by 5 at the latest. Wednesday, it took me three hours to get to downtown Vancouver.

Tomorrow, I can sleep in until 7:30 at least. I never thought I’d call 7:30 sleeping in…but it is. *sigh*

Now, if I can just stay awake long enough to get home & take a nap before the reception tonight…