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Saturday, December 21, 2002

I don't think anyone else is going to bother "asking me something" - so I'll just answer the few questions that arose:

Q: Where did you get pierced, and how did it feel?
A: For those who don't know, I am the owner of four body piercings (excluding ears) - and all of them hurt a fair bit. Parlours I've visited to get pierced are "Personal Touch" in Chilliwack, "The Underground" and "Next," both on Granville. I had really positive experiences at all of them, and found that the piercers were all really well trained, and quite empathetic to the fact that they were about to inflict pain. If you really want to know what it feels like, pinch the area with the tips of your fingernails as hard as you can until it makes you squeal. Double that. It only lasts a moment though - so it's not too bad.

Q: Why?
A: Because I said so. (I got that a lot as a kid - it still works.)

Q: What is something that most people don't know about you.
A: My feelings get hurt really easily. But I got sick of being that girl that everyone had to walk on eggshells around. I've learned to deal with the fact that most people speak without thinking, and I don't take things personally most of the time anymore. However - if you were so inclined, and made it obvious that you were trying to upset me, my poor heart can be squashed like a bug within milliseconds.

Anything else?

Thursday, December 19, 2002

Well... this was bound to happen someday, and it looks like that day has come. I'm a bit tippy, and I'm blogging. Silly me, decided to have a couple glasses of wine with the Survivor finale - and I'm the cheapest drunk ever. I was going to philosophize about something that's probably totally ridiculous - but my mind is completely blank right now. Perhaps I can think of something to yack about.... lets see... aah yes...

So I'm feeling quite antsy about these last few days by myself before I go home for the holidays. I hate being in a state of flux. I'm quite the homebody, and I really like being settled. In anticipation of approximately 9 days at home, I have no food in my fridge. Also, my dad came over this afternoon and picked up "luggage" and presents. So I also have no clothes (for anyone whose seen my room, all those drawers that I have are full so that's crap - but it still feels like it), and the underside of my tree is very bare. It's not a feeling I like. I'm seriously longing to be home, having tea with my mom, or chatting with my dad. I'm at that stage in my life where I'll be starting a family of my own in he next few years (I hope) and won't be that little girl anymore. The one who sat at the top of the stairs with her baby brothers, clamouring for the best spot to run down to see the evidence of what Santa brought - once mom and dad had confirmed that the Jolly Old Elf had indeed visited. Okay, the nostalgia and the wine are making me a tad teary, so I'll leave you all with one final note...

Dave Bidini (of the band The Rheostatics is one of the best, most underrated writers that I have ever encountered. Read one of his books over the holidays - easy, enjoyable tales told honestly and very entertainingly. On a Cold Road is a highly entertaining story of what any musician can dream of, and possibly experience on the road. Tropic of Hockey is just as entertaining, and tales of his "search for the game in unlikely places" - written with the same honesty and humour as his first novel. This man writes what he likes, writes what he knows, and writes from the heart. His band wasn't terribly successful, and his Hockey career obviously didn't pan out - which is lucky for us, otherwise he might never have found his knack for authorship.

Okay kids, bedtime for me. Sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs bite!

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

Once again, I'm going to steal what I'm sure is the domain of many other 'someone else's and say...

ASK ME SOMETHING!
and I have fully and completely given up on reporting my chocolate treats to you. Get your own darned calendar!
Okay, here it is, my obligatory haircut blog. For all of you who have missed my company over the past few days, this is what I've been up to:

Work, Shopping, Drunk, Hungover, Work again, more Shopping, Eating, Sick, Sleep.

There are a few days worth of activity patched together there, but I'm just a little too lazy to bother itemizing it any further. Throughout all that mess, though, I managed to complete all of my Christmas shopping, and pickup a nice little token holiday prize for myself - "Fa La La La La Singin', Swingin' Christmas Jazz" - a 2 disc set that sounds as if it should be playing in Starbucks. I love Christmas, and I love Jazz, what could be better? My only complaint is that the vocals (there's one vocal CD and one instrumental) are all done by the same women. She has a clear voice - but hearing it over and over and over gets a tad tiring.

Dear darling Devon seems to have found a smidgen of meaning in one of my earlier rants (see Dec. 13th) and as far as I can tell from her posts, it's making a somewhat positive impact on her life. I like it when I spew something, and it just happens to make sense to someone other than myself. I'm also very interested (and mystified) by just how much we can all change eachother if we just take the time to "talk". It's amazing what good a little dialogue can do. Make Love, Not War, etc.

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