Monthly Archives: May 2008

elk

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We saw many an elk on our way to Edmonton:

  • deer elk
  • elk elk
  • moose elk
  • bear elk
  • gopher elk
  • caribelk
  • horse elk
  • man-in-chicken-suit elk

Good times.

In other news, Ed sucks. He tried to bribe me into feeling better by saying we could go to Red Lobster tonight (shut up, red lobster is awesome and there are none in Vancouver because we big city folk are too klassy) but then later forgot and is instead making me eat leftovers. I tried really hard to feel better, my spirits buoyed by the thought of those damn addicting cheddar biscuits – only to come crashing down all emo’d up by his LIES. LIES! Oh, why does he continually turn my heart into a house of LIES? Probably because he is a JERK.

Also, I totally lied about feeling better – I feel horrible and my throat is coated in pointy, pointy death.

edmonton

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We arrived last night around 10:30pm, in one piece. All is good. The weather is gorgeous – I had forgotten what sunshine looked like – and now Ed and I are going to do some wandering, as this is our only day that is free of wedding obligations. Yay for free time! I’m getting sick, though. I think I have some kind of sinus infection brewing – my throat is not a happy camper, so I’ve been taking sinus medication as though they were delicious candy and not giant orange horse pills that hurt like a son of a bitch to swallow down my already raw and swollen throat.

I am one donair down, and it was delicious.

 

road trippin’

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Off to Edmonton! We’re leaving a little later than planned – seriously, who thought 6:30am was a good idea – but we should still get there today some time. And tonight, there will be donairs. I am not lying when I say that is what I am most looking forward to on this trip. Mmm.

Also, I have a monkey and it is completely awesome. Pictures to come!

See you from the land of no PST and pickup trucks!

the world ends with cheese

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Last night (okay, early this morning) I finished the main story of The World Ends With You, and I have this to say:

Square Enix, I forgive you for Final Fantasy X.

The game is fucking amazing. It has everything you could want in an RPG, and just when you think you’ve got it figured out the game throws more stuff at you and it’s a giant, beautiful mess of intricacy and fun.

I suppose my forgiving SE is a little trite yet overdue – three of my top ten DS games were Square Enix titles, and it HAS been a very long time since I suffered through the horror of Final Fantasy X. Hell, I even played through Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: Ring of Fates, and while it wasn’t my *favourite* game out of the last 75 or so I’d played, it certainly wasn’t terrible. The World Ends With You more than makes up for any angst I had towards SE. I fucking *love* this game, and I’ve played enough DS titles to know what I like.

In fact, in no particular order, here is a list of DS titles that are my favouritest:

title – publisher – genre

*: imported from Japan; North American release is June 17th 2008 and you really ought to do yourself a favour and import a paddle
**: not available in North America; was only released in Japan and Europe which is unfortunate because it’s a hoot

Good times.

Other items to note:

  • Today is Shan’s birthday. Happy birthday, Shan! You are keen!
  • We leave for Edmonton in two days. Yesterday I packed clothing and shoes. Today I will pack toiletries and electronics. I have a separate duffle bag for device chargers alone, and I see no problem with this.
  • I am boycotting my vagina.

Hooray!

conversations with my mother

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Watch your fire! You don’t want to have any fire; make sure you don’t put things over your fire!

You can’t do contract work forever – you’re not getting any younger, you know.

There are so many gang killings in Vancouver! Stay away from gangs, Keem – you’re not in a gang, are you?

You’re driving to Edmonton? Go slow! It doesn’t matter if it takes you 4 days to get there, just tell them you drove slow to be safe! (note: Vancouver to Edmonton is a 12-hour drive)

My back is really bad these days but I won’t go to the chiropractor because the old biddy (the receptionist) there is a stupid bitch. Maybe I will go back there and see the doctor and tell him that the old biddy is a stupid bitch.

Oh, the endless source of confusion and amusement. Happy mother’s day, mom. I’ll pee in a bucket tonight and think of you.

Wait, that’s gross.

Oh well.

requesting a do over

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My Mental Health Friday turned into a balls-out migrainalicious hell date from Fuck City – I spent most of it trying desperately not to throw up because that would make my head even worse. It was not a good time. As a result of the migraine, I missed out on the NoFX show that night – Darren went in my place and had a great time, but I *really* wanted to go to that show. I am a sad monkey. I would like a do over for my weekend, please.

delicious trauma

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I always thought “mental health day” was just a clever way of saying “I don’t wanna go to work today”, but here I am taking an honest-to-Stan mental health day because my mentals are just plain not healthy.

Last night, Josh, Shan, Ed and I went to the Vancouver General Hospital to visit Miranda, who is broken in several places. I was excited to see her, but the moment I stepped out of the elevator and onto her floor, I was hit with a massive, horrible case of the wiggins. I was completely freaking out, and spent the majority of our visit hunched on the corner of Miranda’s bed, tense and wide-eyed, saying maybe 4 words in total.

It was the first time I had been in a hospital since my dad died.

I don’t count that time I was in the ER because of my disco shoulder – that “visit” was a haze of floppy arms, missing socks, and pain. No, this trip to see Miranda – which eerily mimicked a lot of the details of the last time I saw my dad, minus the death (thankfully) – was my first trip to a hospital ward since 2005. Luckily (and in my case, surprisingly), we are all fairly resilient people, and as such we never go to hospitals (except for Josh, who works in one). Since all our friends are healthy and we are not such noble citizens that we spend our spare time visiting the ill or elderly, we just don’t have a need to hang out in hospitals – until last night.

I feel really badly for reacting the way I did – I wanted to see Miranda and cheer her up (not that she needed it; she was very cheerful!), not have a complete mental breakdown. I owe Shan a beer or three – she kept up a steady stream of chatter, so it wasn’t immediately obvious that I was trapped in my own private Idaho of painful memories and gay male bonding. It wasn’t until Ed maneuvered Miranda’s wheelchair (everyone was going for a ride) over to my side of the bed and saw my face that he realized something was seriously wrong. I think people assumed I just plain didn’t like hospitals, until I found my voice again and managed to squeak out what was wrong. I have nothing against hospitals – it’s the only place I know where you can wear those awesome gowns – but last night was just horrible.

I’m sorry, Miranda – unbeknownst to me until last night, I am a terrible hospital visitor. I will visit you when you are at home, and I promise I will not have any sad flashbacks!

anxiety and shoes

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Are these inappropriate to wear to a wedding?

I haven’t been to very many weddings. Including mine, I think I’ve been to .. 4. One when I was 7 (I was the most petulant flower girl ever), then one before and one after my wedding. That’s it. Most of my friends are either perpetually single, happily unmarried, or were married before I came into the picture. Since I don’t exactly have a firm grasp on this “etiquette” thing, I thought I’d pose the question to the internet at large: purple chucks for a formal occasion. Yay or nay?

It’s not really all THAT formal – in fact, unless someone comes screaming back at me saying that I’m the devil for considering anything less than 4” stiletto heels, I’ll probably stick to my chucks. I’m actually more concerned I’m going to clash terribly – I’ve been told the wedding colours are “sea foam green, pale pink and pale yellow”. I’m planning on wearing my pink/purple/white floofy dress with a short denim jacket, the above mentioned purple chucks, and a purple scarf (for those of you who went to Miranda’s birthday, it’s that outfit). I will not fit in. I mean, I never fit in anyway – I sort of stand out like a round, brightly coloured thumb – but, you know, I could at least *try*.

I am nervous about this whole thing. My nerves are manifesting themselves as concern over my shoes, but really I know why I’m being so neurotic about it all: we’re going to a family function, and family functions freak me right the fuck out.

I don’t know how to act in these situations. I’m fiercely aware of being the outsider even though no one ever does anything to make me feel like that – everyone is really nice, it’s just my own brain that keeps pointing out “hey, you’re different!” like it’s bad or something (for the record, I love different). I think if I had to narrow down my anxiety, it would be the small talk – Ed and I go long stretches of time without seeing these people, and when we do, they want to *talk* to us. I don’t talk well. I have a very hard time making conversation with people I don’t know well, family or not. All I want to do is hide in a corner, but since it’s a wedding and Ed’s in it, I should probably be social and I don’t *do* social and people will talk to me and I will feel weird and then there’ll be hugging and AHHHHH.

Hopefully there will be a large plant I can hide behind.