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Here I am, moved into a home with three girls trying to make friends. They’re all busy with their social lives and studying for whatever they study for. I’m stuck at home with the marvelous satellite television, eating popcorn for supper and feeling lonely since I cannot get my internet to work, and there’s only so many times you can call people in one evening. Last night I watched three and a half hours of television. It was entertaining to me at least seeing as I was used to not having cable and dealing with four channels sometimes none of them being in english, just to have on. A bit of noise in the house, you know?

At least tonight, and the next few days, I too will have a social/busy life. So there. Ha people! I have indoor soccer tonight, and perhaps two dates with boyfriend on Friday and Saturday, then Sunday and Monday we’re both attending the Banff Film Festival (which I still haven’t posted about, apologies. It’s a really great fest. if it comes to your area, I highly suggest you go buy tickets and see the films. It’s NUTS, and so exhilarating. Okay?)

The past 3 days haven’t been great in the new place. I’m always wrapped up in two sweaters, wool socks and my down filled slippers (yes. Down filled slippers. It’s total heaven) with a blanket wrapped around me, so tightly but my nose still runs. That house? Is. Cold. Cold. Cold. I’m buying a space heater this weekend. Not a want, but a need in this place. Funny that you don’t notice the small things like… oh, how the house is so old, when you first view it. You just notice how awesome the house mates are.

So. Enough of that. I want a curling iron for really nice loose curls. A cheap, but good iron. I suck at curling my hair. I also want my curls to stay put. They fall out. I need a curling iron for diversity! Especially for when my hair gets nice and long and my stylist stops cutting off the dead ends and my hair gets longer than past my shoulders. Which, on Saturday—I am getting a hair cut. I’m trying not to frequent the hair salon. I’m also boycotting the cheapy hair cutting places (tried that out, they didn’t do much for my hair. Obviously. A $13 haircut is definitely too good to be true.) and I can only afford to go every so often to the ‘salon’. Which in turn makes my hair have split ends from not going as much as I should. But I don’t want to go often, because I’m trying to grow my hair a bit longer! Never ending cycle of trying to curl my beautiful not so long hair. Please grow.

Shout out. Happy Birthday daddio!

Random. Adobe should buy PowerPoint. GAHH.

K bye!

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Flailing your arms in traffic will ulitmately hurt you

I got off the bus 1 stop before my regular stop this morning because I saw a car accident up ahead. Some girl, somehow managed to get her car up on the sidewalk with all the snow piled high, so she was ontop of a huge mound of snow. The woman who got off the bus stop with me was a woman who worked in the building adjacent to me. She’s chatty. I’m not a morning person. I don’t like talking in the mornings.

But this … this got us talking.

There is a set of lights where I got off the bus, but normally it doesn’t turn red, unless a pedestrian hits the walk sign. I did just that, along with woman I mentioned above. As we were crossing the road, a truck whizzed through the small intersection. Guess he didn’t see it was red. “Fair enough” because it’s NEVER red for these vehicles. But, you think they’d look up at the godamn streetlights to see if it was green to go, right?

Another huge loading truck went whizzing by. In the lane I was about to walk over into. I waved my hand up in the air like I was pissed cause… c’mon it’s my turn to walk buddy. I guess he saw me flail my arm about and glare being like “wth dude, let me cross” and then he slammed on his breaks, fish tailed, and I ran back in the other direction because he was fish tailing back into my area!

He went through, because he couldn’t stop in time.

Guess I nearly got knocked down. I wasn’t scared. I think I was just brazin’ cause I was mad and after flailing my arms, he got the attention that the light was red.

Huh.

Well. Lunch time!

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Staying Fit with Indoor Climbing

Well, since I don’t frequent the climbing gym as much as I did, when I lived in Newfoundland—I decided to join indoor soccer for the winter months to keep me ‘fit’. However, I’ve gotten a little pudge, and even though when I went home and mentioned it by slip of the toungue, people automatically jumped down my throat saying I wasn’t fat.

I wasn’t saying I was morbidly obese, or even slightly fat. I guess I’m noticing a difference in my body since I stopped climbing so vigorously. I just took climbing for granted. Climbing ‘hardcore’ for the two years I was in school (recreationaly climbing for 15 ) really hardened up my body. Now? Now it’s all gross and nothing like it used to be in 2006. Perhaps I need a little self-esteem boost. I’m not a gym junkie. I keep falling off that wagon continuously. I go for 8 months, thinking that I’m doing awesome (which I was) and then boom, spring is here and I want to spend my time outdoors (not exercising). OH WELL.

What I’m trying to say is that I MISS THE CLIMBING GYM BACK HOME. I miss the atmosphere, and the laid back staff. Here at one of the local University gyms they have a wall in the basement, and it’s super small and dingy. I guess I could somehow manipulate my body and try and do a bunch of figure four’s up the wall (and fail, like this guy), since there’s no positive or negatives. Just a wall. That’s what I’ll do. See what kind of looks I’ll get. hehe

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