I must stop with the eating of the peanut butter chocolate eggs from Easter. Bad Easter bunny! No more peanut butter chocolate egg-y goodness! >:(
So, my hair has been cut, and it looks pretty darned good. I have captured the "day of getting the haircut" hair on "film" (check out the flickr stuff down on the sidebar), since I'll never be able to make it straight like that ever again. From what I could tell, it involved a hair straightening iron, defrizzing goop, virgin's blood and seven nude priestesses dancing around me chanting. I'm not sure exactly how I'll duplicate that, but I'm taking auditions for the part of the nude priestesses this weekend. *blinks innocently*
Actually, it wasn't that difficult, but I'm still not going to be able to duplicate it, I'm sure.
whoops
I forgot to make an appointment doctor's yesterday and it looks like I'm jampacked booked up for the rest of the week, so next week. :P
Thanks everyone for your thoughts!! I'm gonna get my hair cut now, I think. Nothing drastic (which is what I say EVERY time)
I wonder how irritated they'll be with my pink hair. :)
Purchases today
2 discs (frisbees) for disc golf hair bleach and dye to normalize my hair colour anti-frizz stuff for my hair Buffy Season 1, Angel Season 1 (on sale for $30 each, and a coupon for $20 off another season was included in each)
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Viewer Participation Time
Ok, I'm asking people who read this to help me out with some things. First, I was watching SpongeBob SquarePants (yeah, shut up. I was babysitting.) (or however the spelling is) and they were talking about really bad swear words. Apparently there are thirteen of them, or something. I've come up with about six...but that's it. Anyone wanna try to figure out some more?
Also, time for an internet diagnosis (a la someone whom I can't remember...Sarcastic Journalist, maybe...) . For the last couple of weeks, I've been nauseated, stomach ache, headache, dizzyness and light headed, absolutely exhausted, and completely unmotivated to do anything. Any guesses? I'll be going to the doctor's on Tuesday, so I'll probably be getting some bloodwork and stuff done so I might even find out what it is for sure. I'll give you all a gimme...I'm not pregnant. :P
So, my guess is catscratch fever. :)
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
To Do: Application Version 1.0
-1 or 2 reference letters -Write PDP essay -Fill out application form -Figure out all of my jobs ever, and when I did them -Talk to teachers for volunteering in their classrooms -
Lady: Hi, is Taryn there? Karin: mishearing her and thinking she's asking for Karin This is Karin. L: Hi Taryn, this is name forgotten. My daughter took down your number yesterday when you called. K: frantically trying to remember who I'd called Oh! Yes, of course. How are you? Who had I called yesterday?! Someone for Passion Parties? Tutoring? Job offer? WHAT ELSE????? L: I'm fine. So, you had said that you would want to bring your girls in Tuesday between 10 and 12. Is that still ok with you? K: now very confused I'm sorry, who did you say you were? wondering if I'd made an appointment with a mammogram or something...but why a doctor's office would call my breasts "the girls" is kind of escaping me at the moment. L: This is first and last name forgotten. K: I'm sorry, this is totally confusing me. What is this in regards to? L: probably thinking I'm a total spaz I'm a tutor? K: Oh, weird. You were looking for Karin? L: No, Taryn. K: I'm sorry. This is the wrong number. I don't have any kids...I'm a tutor too...now I'm babbling. Sorry. L: DEFINITELY thinking I'm a total spaz Um. That's ok. Have a good day. K: Uh, yeah. You too. hangs up
What a surreal experience. :P
*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*
I'm soooo tired. I want to stop feeling icky. I want to stop being tired all the time. I want to feel optimistic again. I want to look forward to things. I want to stop wanting things. I want to know what I'm doing with my life. I want to know what I'm doing next week! I want to want things enough to do something about them and stop whining about it on my blog and on the phone.
ARGH!
Friday, March 18, 2005
Things that randomly occur to me while I'm driving
Y'know what? Forget Baby Mozart and Baby Bach...I betcha I could make a killing from parents who can't stand classical music. Personally, I don't mind it, but I would love some other options. When I have kids, I'm going to get someone who knows what they're doing to lay a different music track over the visuals for the Baby Mozart stuff. For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, it's basically a bunch of video clips of things that are interesting to babies and toddlers, and which stimulate brain development. The soundtrack is Bach or Mozart (maybe some others? Baby Beethoven?) which is supposed to also stimulate brains. I propose that other music is just as complex for babies and can do the same thing in stimulation.
Therefore, I shall unveil my greatest invention ever... Baby Pink Floyd, followed closely by Baby Rush and Baby Beatles. I mean, not only is it complex musical notations, it also stimulates language development and an appreciation for a different form of classical music...classic rock. Who's with me?!
(And this is why I should be getting more sleep and less sugar. Damn you, banana bread with chocolate chips!)
So, I'm thinking about an Easter present for myself...a domain of my own, and WordPress or Moveable Type to blog with. I don't like Haloscan "archiving" my comments, and I'd really like a real live domain. I don't know. I kind of like having my Blogger dashboard...
This survey is completely scientific. Despite the mind-boggling complexity of mankind, the billions of distinctly different personalities found on Earth can easily be divided into seven simple categories that correspond to the five Platonic solids, a pseudo polyhedron, and whatever the hell a d100 is. The results of this quiz should be considered not only meaningful but also infallible, and pertinent to your success as a fully realized individual. If you feel the results of this examination do not match your perceived personality, you should take whatever drastic measures are needed to cram your superego back into proper alignment, as described by the quiz results.
And if you believe that, we have some really great critical-hit insurance to sell you.
Bleah.
Time for me to go to the doctor's. There's nothing specifically wrong, but I'm so exhausted all the time, and so unbelieveably unmotivated to do anything, including going to visit Dave a lot of the time. *sigh* It feels silly to go to the doctor for something without many symptoms. :(
Off to a PDP (teacher training) meeting this morning. I'm finding it hard to work up any enthusiasm about it. Or anything lately. Except for orange juice. I really really like my orange juice. Which we're currently out of. Bother.
My CD-ROM is now working (YAY! to Kit for bringing it over, and to Dave for installing it!) so I can continue to fill my Rio with musical goodness. :D
Incidentally, I need to hold another party in March. Is anyone interested? (pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!!!)
Saturday, March 12, 2005
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Hairdye entry
Step one of getting the hot pink hair...scroll down to the flickr stuff on the sidebar...I'm too lazy to import it into the actual blog.
My brain is melting. I feel like kaka. I'm sick again. I missed karate. :P
Don't have much to say.
Congratulations NNY family for your newly More Mobile Munchkin (tm).
Friday, March 11, 2005
o/~ Alll byyyyy myselllllf... o/~
Dave's taking off to Tacoma for the weekend for an Ultimate Frisbee tourney, so I'm flying solo this weekend. Anyone need a wingman? I'm good at that. :)
In other news, I need to pick classes because (GASP) I'm taking classes this summer. Hehe. I helped out Kit last night on her essay...I don't miss THAT part. So this weekend I'll be researching classes and registering on Monday (if I get my deposit in time...which I won't, so I'll be registering a couple days after that.) :)
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
FEESHIE FUD!!
Maybe it's all the painting of the Fineas. Maybe it's seeing him float around all day. Maybe it's the chopsticks I'm currently wearing to pin my hair back. Maybe it's because I had karate today... but HOLY CRAP! I am craving sushi in the WORST way!!!
Not shameless, but still a plug.
A woman named Anika Stafford just sent out an email plugging her book. It sounded awesome enough that I'll be ordering a copy, and I thought I'd pass on the information to those who might be interested. It's a book of children's stories with a pagan and queer theme. Each story corresponds with one of the pagan holidays. So there you go. Support a local, queer, pagan children's author today!
"Aisha's Moonlit Walk: Stories and Celebrations for the Pagan Year"
*peers through the screen*
Hey! *tap tap* I'm getting over 250 hits a week. Who ARE all you people?! I know I only count for about twenty hits a week, and I only know of about ten people who read this site, so what's with the numbers?
Huhhhhh?
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Woman's Day
Women's Day? Womyn's Day? Bah. Whatever...it's all good.
So last night I had a meltdown. I had stayed up ridiculously late reading a new blog (VeryMom, if you're interested) and rereading the archives from another blog (la petite banane), even though I was exhausted. Stupid of me...especially since I'd stayed home from hanging out with Dave in order to get to bed early. I got to bed, wrote in my dead-tree journal and lay awake until nearly four, hatred churning through me for wasting nearly six hours that I should have been sleeping, working on the business, exercising, cleaning or cleaning. I also had the joy of the worst case of baby fever that I've had in months. Grrrr.
I finally fell asleep and woke up with a crick in my neck, a headache from the crick and still feeling like crap. I considered doing yoga, getting up or taking a shower, and promptly went back to sleep.
So yeah. I'm kind of grumpy. I considered phoning several different people, but I didn't feel comfortable calling and waking up their entire house...either that or I knew that they needed sleep for various reasons and "I'm feeling sad" just didn't cut it for me to disturb them.
On the plus side, this is one of the few major meltdowns I've had in the last six months. A few years ago I was having at least one a week. Progress...
Sunday, March 06, 2005
*streeeetch*
I'm tired. I just did thirty minutes of what was billed as "yoga for energy". How evil. I'm still so pleased about the party last night. *does a happy dance*
Tonight is the 10th anniversary of two friends of Dave's and mine. I'm impressed. I barely remember what I was doing ten years ago, and here they are in a stable relationship from all the way back then. :)
Ok, I'm pretty much finished here. I need to get ready to go out and drop off orders to various areas. Yay! Money!
Saturday, March 05, 2005
And I'm back.
This evening, I spent four hours in the company of ten fabulous women doing my first party. I loved it. It was like being on stage for three hours. I think I'll start a stand up routine. It was just phenomenal. Of course, I'm currently crashing really hard right now (so glad I didn't take them up on their offer of a glass of wine). I was ridiculously nervous, since it was my first party, but I did great. And my totals show that I did great. Can we say $700 party, everyone?! Oh yeah. :D
I think that I might quit now, because I don't know if I can top this party for the sheer amazing fun of it. And the money. Mustn't forget the money.
I'm pretty much in awe of myself right now. Not only can I paint, but I can sell sex toys too. :D
Quizzes
You Are 25 Years Old
25
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
At every fast food joint you go to, you order "the special, no pickles" regardless of the fact that you LIKE pickles.
You believe wearing a colorful wig and tight clothing can help you get away with anything.
You check the sides of old book pages for Russian characters.
Every time you see a black Mercedes, it reminds you of Sark.
You notice every Ford Focus on the road.
You use the phrase "There are just so many problems with this..." at every possible opportunity.
You have suspicions that your spouse may actually be a double.
Your non- Alias obsessed friends (like you have any of those left! Hah!) refuse to talk to you about Italians, prophecies, pickles, wigs, parent/daughter relationships, spies or anything else that might lead to a discussion about Alias.
You actually BUY a blue Ford Focus. (With gold rims, of course)
You wonder if Sark actually could be Irina's son.
You develop opinions and theories about this and other unanswered facets of the show, and spend a large amount of time formulating arguments for both sides of the debate...
The main question you ask yourself shopping is "Would Sydney wear something like this?"
You have seen every episode. Ever. More than 5 times a piece.
You went to see Daredevil just for Jennifer Garner.
You flip out when you see Michael Vartan in One Hour Photo married to someone else.
The mention of weddings, rings, or two years just gets you incredibly ticked off.
After getting a bad grade on a paper you tell your friend about your professor saying "legally he's right, ethically he's an ass."
If the topic of TV shows comes up, you automatically ask the person "Do you watch Alias?" and if they say they've never heard of it... you immediately end the conversation.
You hear the songs played in the show.. and you instinctively listen for the lines of the characters.. and know precisely when their lines occurred in the song.
Your history teacher mentions something about the KGB.. and you suddenly think "Irina?"
You have a codename that people actually call you by.
You think having no first name is a perfectly acceptable thing.
Old Asian men in wheelchairs creep you out.
You will never view epoxy in the same way again.
You find yourself trying to find good, compelling reasons to sway your significant other that your next child/pet should be named "Irina" or "Sydney."
You feel aggravated and insulted when you watch the episode of "Frasier" where Victor Garber plays Dr. Crane's British butler. ("Years of agent training and experience, wasted...")
You feel a strange urge to bite Mike Tyson's ear off every time you think of "Jimmy Kimmel Live."
Whenever you hear a truly interesting song, you immediately think of how that song would fit into a scene from Alias.
You find yourself criticizing the REAL CIA based solely on your knowledge of Alias.
You think Jerry Springer's guests have boring, uncomplicated family/friend relationships and easy, simple-to-fix personal problems.
You become incredibly irritated when people say, "That girl Sydney, doesn't she really report to someone else?" and can tell them exactly how many episodes behind the times they are.
You begin fantasizing about planting listening devices on your significant other's work clothes, just to see if you can find anything exciting/spy-worthy.
You know what J/I, S/V, S/W, Sarkney, Slark, slash, and shipper are, and have opinions on all of them.
Every time you hear the Nokia ringtone, you get excited even though there's no way it could be Vaughn.
You look for air vents you could crawl into incase of an emergency.
On Monday morning instead of saying "hello" to your friend you just say "Did you SEE VAUGHN'S BOXERS???"
The only people you have on your AIM buddy list are people you've met through Alias
When you begin to doze off in history class and only snap back to attention when the teacher uses the words "Alliance" or "Covenant."
You record every episode, then go out and buy the DVDs as well.
You dream about Irina Derevko at least once a week.
Sweiss does not sound like a candy bar to you
You assume that anyone who wears dark eyeliner is evil.
You meet a nice person and immediately become suspicious of their motives.
You constantly try to figure out ways to get Jack and Irina back together.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Alias.
So far, after a week of crazy tutoring schedule, I've managed to keep myself going... I've been a little late once in a while, but nothing major. I'm pleased with myself.
So, for anyone who happened to see Dave's post about Victoria, this won't come as any surprise. For everyone else...
We went out to Victoria because of a potential job offer that he had received, with the caveat that he'd need to move out there. It turned out that it was going to be ridiculously rushed (he heard about the job on Monday, they wanted him by the following Monday) so he (we?) aren't going to be moving to Victoria in the near future. We're not looking to move, but we aren't completely ruling it out either.
Ok, I think that just about covers it.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
"Suddenly I'm a refreshing mint flavour"
(Two KarinPoints[tm] for anyone to understand and comment the reference.)
Why one should always check the pockets of pants, even when one is convinced that there's nothing in said pants. I apparently left in my jeans a little pot of peppermint lip balm that I got in Victoria. Now I have a little metal pot, which used to contain peppermint lip balm, and a refreshing mint scent on my load of laundry. *grumble* So far I haven't found a single clump of lip balm anywhere...with luck it dispersed evenly throughout the load.
In other news...I believe one of my students has a crush on me...or else he really likes cookies. (I'm thinking it's the second) I gave him some cookies for Christmas, and his mom told me today that they went with him when he was in Europe with the family last month. *giggle* We had been having a really crappy lesson today...he was giving me some pretty major attitude, and having minor little meltdowns every ten minutes or so, and generally acting like a pain. I mentioned making him some new cookies so he didn't have to keep the ones I'd given him earlier (like two months ago) and he lit right up, paying close attention and everything.. Too bad I didn't mention that at the beginning of the lesson instead of right near the end. I could've saved myself 45 minutes of grief. :P
Folowing the crowd...
Donna and Dev did the quiz, so here's mine. I think that we need to get some guys taking this quiz...whatchoo think, ladies? :)
You're femme. No one's ever called you 'Princess,' but no one's ever confused you with a guy, either. You attract both men and women. You're just as comfortable in heels and cosmetics as you are in jeans and a t-shirt. You like fancy things, but you don't live for them. You'd prefer not having to fix things if there's someone else around who could do it, but you're not above lifting a screw driver if you have to.
Well, the keyboard has spontaneously started working again. This is good. I was starting to break out in hives due to lack of email access.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
*grumble*
My computer is acting up. When I type, it doesn't recognize that there is typing going on. It's very frustrating.
Currently I am eating boiled spinach with melted garlic butter on it. It's quite yummy. I haven't had boiled spinach since I was a kid, and weirdly enjoyed it then as well. I decided that I should probably have more iron in my diet, and since I'm not a fan of liver and I don't eat much red meat anymore, I figured I should get some veggies. Spinach seems to be ridiculously high in iron, so here we are. I've been close to anemic before...sometimes when I go to donate blood I'm almost turned away because there just isn't enough iron. So I'm going to start eating raisins and spinach and steak (when it's available). With any luck, this will also kick start my body. I've been significantly less than energetic over the last several months, so I'm hoping... I've started taking a multi-vitamin (bright neon yellow pee!!), dried lychee fruits, and I'm maintaining my vitamin C regime every day. So far, no change, except the neon yellow.
Now the question is...does talking about my bottom functions mean that I'm going to get more hits? I mean, look at how much Dooce talks about poop...
