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.

What Age Do You Act?

You Are 25% Left Brained, 75% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

Are You Right or Left Brained?

You Know You're Addicted to Alias When...

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.

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*knocks on wood*

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.

"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.


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Gremlins

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.

*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...

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow. Ow.

I gots CRRRRAAAMMMMMPSSSSSSSSSS!!!! MuthaFSCKER they hurt.

BIG GIANT EDIT

Hey. I had it brought to my attention (via a frantic phone call this morning) that I was unclear in the post two below this one. All of the self destructive "diet" stuff that I'd been doing was at least three years ago...probably closer to five. I can't completely remember, but it certainly was not within the last two years. Ok. Sorry about the confusion. :D

Changed my whine...I mean mind.

I was going to whine about money, but then I thought about it a little bit. Yes, I am tearing through my savings faster than Taz goes through a table, but I don't have any debt, I'll be getting a hella good cheque for March from tutoring, and I simply haven't had a party yet, even though I've got one booked and I've had several orders from some simply LOVELY people. You know who you are, lovely people. :)

This semi-whine brought to you by the fact that I want a digital camera and have decided to be sensible and not get one this month. Or next month. Maybe April.

Food.

This started out as a quick reference thing so that I wouldn't have to go look up my weight, then it became an introspective post. Who knew?

I started doing Fitday in December 2002. My starting weight was 174.

In December 2003, I was at my lowest weight since high school, 153. (In grade twelve I was about 145 or so, eating junk food like crazy and not exercising. I want that metabolism back plz kthx.)

In December 2004, I was back up to 167, and this week I was at 163 for a couple days. Grrr.

Now, I've put on some muscle in those last two years, so I can't take it completely depressingly, but I need to make some changes. I've started making some really positive ones already...recommitting myself to karate is the big one. Last year I made a really great mental leap which involved me deciding/realizing that I didn't want to lose weight to look good. Instead, I wanted to lose weight so that I could run faster, have more endurance and more strength. This was a huge step for me because for a few months I was crash dieting (then gorging), making myself feel physically ill if I ate junk food, trying to vomit said junk food up and eventually I even tried using laxatives a few times (that ended after I barely managed to avoid an embarrassing incident in class).

Just ask Dave, I've got probably some of the worst eating habits known to man. I won't say that I'm hungry until I'm starving, then I won't shut up about it, and I'll eat whatever stuff is around. I've been known to fill up on peanut M&Ms while waiting for food to be ready and then not being hungry until midnight. When I was about fourteen, I forgot to eat for three days. My stomach has been fragile ever since I was a baby, and one would think that I would be used to the fact that I shouldn't be eating greasy food because it makes me queasy, or various other issues.

Anyway, I feel a lot better about myself. While I'm still very bad at remembering to eat, I tend to pick food that's at least marginally healthier for me (orange juice instead of pop, granola bars instead of chocolate bars, fruit instead of ice cream) and I'm more concious of exercising.

Ok, I'm done now.

Child of the '80s

Fast-rewind.com has many blurbs on movies from the 1980s.

"Surreal, life altering experiences"

We're back from Vancouver Island! I love it over there...such a great atmosphere and three witchy shops (that I know of) within five minutes walking distance of each other. *GLEE* Also, Victoria has many, many flowers in bloom. Good stuff, I say.

On a whim, I grabbed a sketch pad and my pencil case, on the off chance that I would like to do some drawing. Turns out that I did, and the fruits of my labour are posted in flickr at the bottom of the sidebar. I'm really pleased with how they turned out, considering that I haven't done any serious drawing for a year or so.

I also bought the most beautiful piece of fluorine (also known as "purple and green rock) that I've ever seen. I'll post pictures of it as soon as I get some together.

Road trip!

Tomorrow Dave and I are heading off to Victoria for the day. We don't plan on spending the night, so you all probably won't even notice that I'm gone. Just thought I'd mention it. It's not meant to be a fun trip, but screw dat! I'm goin' shopping!

I'm still sick so I hope that I enjoy it. :P

In other news...Keegan, you're a big dope. :) When you put the fishtank together you turned the cover upside down so I couldn't get at the handle to feed Fineas. (I was just going to mock her privately on MSN, but she wasn't online, so she gets the public mocking. MOCK!) He was annoyed too. He knew he was going to get fed, but was wondering "What the hell is taking you so long, HOOOMAN?"

Musings

Chatting with Jason, I came up with some of my best work in weeks. (yes I'm conceited. Deal. It's better than I normally am.)

"Blogs all start bare, just like us humans do at birth."

So do journals, something which I'm currently enjoying. I keep a dead tree format journal, full of the stuff that's too private to stick up here...or else stuff that I don't think anyone would be interested in reading. Either way.

What the hell did I come on here to write about?

Um...I'm getting a fish. Keegan's adopting out her Siamese fighting fish and it's going to be by the computer. I have the most deep set eyes of anyone I know. I'm still coughing and probably contagious. eooowwowwwowooooooo...I am posting from the depths of NOTHINGNESS, if you believe what my webcam shows. I have no backgrounds...very bizarre.

Oh yes. I remember now. I switched students with someone, and I'm taking on a temporary student for a month (that's four students) and I might be taking on a permanent student. (that's five for the month) Much money, much confusion with my schedule, yeah. So expect me to post once or twice with "ARGH! I forgot I was tutoring tonight!!" every week for a month or so. *grumble*

However, there will be money.

Homer: "Awww, a twenty dollar bill? I wanted that peanut!"
Homer's Brain: "Money can buy MANY peanuts."
Homer: "Ooh! Tell me more!"
Homer's Brain: "Money can be exchanged for goods and services."

Yay! I have my fish now. And it's right next to my computer, so there will be occasional (frequent) pictures of it. :)

yummm...

I am sitting here eating what are probably the best mashed potatoes I've ever eaten in my life. They're like twice baked potatoes, with garlic butter, cheddar cheese and ham all mixed up in them. WOW. Thanks, Mom!

My brother would like to be famous, please.

In that regard, I would ask you to direct your attention to the flickr photos on the bottom of the sidebar. Please feel free to comment.

I love: that Rob lets me post pictures of him.

Whoa...two firsts.

First the First: I gave my mom the address to Random Synapses today. *waves* Hi Mom! Feel free to comment.

First the Second: Someone (Hi Jason!) contacted me via ICQ to tell me they liked the blog and found it exceedingly entertaining! (His words, not mine.) I am pleased. And starting to get arrogant. Heheh.

Now I just need some hate mail like dooce, or pretty much any other big name, and I'll definitely feel like I've arrived. Maybe I should start some inflammatory posts. Ummmmm...

...

...

Yeah, I got nothing. Damn me and my lack of controversial topics. I have no children, so I can't post about child rearing. Ooh. I know. I have Canadian spelling! Ok, neighbours? :)

ugh.

I'm miserable. I'm sick. :( Bleah.

I love: Bill's latest post

At least no strange men knocked on my window this time.

I got home from Dave's, turned on my dome light to do my mileage and somehow managed to drop my keys on the floor. The one time that I don't use the click-y remote control dealie, and I lock my keys in the car. No problem! I'm at home. We've got a spare key. Which decides not to work. Huh. Ok, well I'll call BCAA. At least I'm at home. I'm chillin' at the computer, pizza in the microwave, drinkin' a Bud...well, actually it's a Molson's, but who's keeping track, huh? So I've got 45-60 minutes to kill before the person arrives to break into my car.

*twiddles thumbs*

I love: that I locked my keys in my car outside my own house.