Snap Back to Reality

I'm back downtown finally. I really enjoyed house sitting in PC for two weeks. It was nice having some people over for a swim. And the AC was perfect for some of the hot nights. But I did watch entirely too much tv. I felt like Kenneth on 30 Rock when he said, "Do you know that there is a channel that tells you what is on the other channels?" Going from HD satellite to plug and play is going to be a bummer, but probably better for me anyways. I should find more constructive things to do with my time rather than melt in to my sofa.

I want to go away again. I'm itching to leave the city. I'm also spending more than I make so I should probably cool it. I need to learn to manage my money better. I think I do a good job most of the time, but something is still killing the bank.

I have an entire Sunday afternoon to myself. What shall I do?

Goodnight, Amherst

I finally went out to the Fringe Festival last night with Adam. The first show we went to was unfortunately sold out so we went out for dinner instead followed by some drinks at the Green Room. I decided to start the night with a double shot of Rye, but I'm pretty sure what was brought out was Scotch. Needless to say the experience resulted in an embarrassing moment I would rather not reveal nor recreate. The good times continued with the Fringe show 'Goodnight, Amherst' which was based off of the song "38 years old" by the Tragically Hip. It was a good show, but unfortunately about 2 scenes in I needed to use the bathroom and spent the remainder of the show thinking about that. We followed the show with some beers at the tent and then the Victory. Then Adam and I walked back to his place and picked up some Souvlaki at the 24 hr diner. It was like 2:30am with not an empty seat in sight. We ate and watched Futurama but after only one episode I was spent and took a taxi home.

The heat wave has finally broken and the weather is magnificent. My apartment has returned to a normal summer heat, and I don't even need the fan anymore. Though I thank my lucky stars for even having it. Since the wave hit last Sunday I've spent almost every minute at home laying on my couch trying not to melt. I successfully avoided succumbing to the desire of having A/C. I'm going to be house sitting at my parents' house for the next two weeks. Ironic that when I finally have A/C I won't need it.

I can't get enough of the viral video Double Rainbow. It's just so hilarious. And I regret not taking video of my own personal double rainbow experience. I didn't break down and cry, but it was pretty intense and I did start to wonder what it all meant.

Julie out.

Salutations & Sayonara

I walked into my bathroom this evening to find my walls and ceiling covered in baby spiders. I seriously hate it when egg sacks birth within the confines of my personal living space. Not only is it disgusting, it's rude and uncalled for. There's an entire outdoor world for them to crawl around in and perform their birthing rituals. Blech.

It's just past 1:00am right now and I wish it wasn't 25C (31C w/ humidity). I hate having to sleep with the fan on because it's so loud. The blowing of the air would be soothing on its own but it makes this grinding noise when it reaches the far right of the oscillation turn. And it grinds even more if you try to keep the direction static. My mother has offered to buy me a mini air conditioner, but I'd like to see if I can hold out. Only a handful of times have I been reduced to underwear and a wife beater to maintain my sanity. I think my next place, if it's rented or purchased, I'll be sure to have A/C and central heating checked as mandatory.

I accomplished a lot this weekend in terms of taking steps towards cleaning this place up. I made a list of 24 mini tasks with hopes to complete them all by tonight. I got through 16 of them so that's acceptable. I like to tick items off a list to feel like I'm making progress. And I try to avoid getting an inflated sense of accomplishment by doing all the small stuff first, at least this time I did. I cleaned out my car, which I'm very happy about. I even scrubbed out the compartment between the two front seats. I think I found about 12 dollars in total, 4 of which is sitting in a mug filled with soap for reasons I'd rather not get into. I've never used the compartment before because it's always been jammed full of really weird items. Like mouth wash that expired in 2007. How.

I should sleep. My bathroom door shall remain shut to give me a false sense of security against attack tonight by any of the remaining spiders. Though I did manage to squash about 95% of them. When I get out my step ladder I mean business.

We Have Crashed The Party

I'm listening to Strung Out On OK Computer. A great classical rendition of perhaps one of the greatest albums every composed. A really nice way to start my Saturday. I was a little bit late rising this morning, but I spent the greater part of the morning in bed finishing The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. It makes you think about the times we live in and how fortunate we are. Even in war times we are not deprived of anything.

I went up North with Adam last weekend. The weather was a bit unforgiving but we did manage a trip into Bobcaygeon and an outdoor fire on Saturday night. We watched a lot of 30 Rock, and drank a lot of beer. We ate like royalty (or at least like cottage royalty), and spent spare hours in our respective corners reading. I'm pleased as punch that we have set ownership of the cottage. Although it's no longer my weekend playground paradise available any and all weekends on a whim, I'm pleased to see it turn back into maybe what it once was. With constant feet traveling through it perhaps it will regain the confidence it once had to operate as a full-time summer home.

It's been a pretty quiet week for me. I've been working really hard at the office. For the first 3 days of the week I felt pulled in a hundred directions. That's an exaggeration but even being pulled in 5 ways can be stressful enough. I have 13 projects on my plate right now, and I just finished 3 but then I gained 2 back. And it's always the weirdest problems that arise. It's hardly my responsibility to ensure our scripts are properly written to ensure file transmissions from DOS to Unix are successful. How did I even find out that was the problem you might ask? Dumb effing luck. Rant at just the right time and you might find yourself sitting next to a networks genius who is more than eager to solve your problem.

Last night on my way home I swung by the Fringe tent to see A&D. While in the driver's seat I somehow lost my wallet. At a stop light with one foot diligently on the brake I reached around with my other foot to see if it had fallen to my feet. And as some person was walking past my car I accidentally tapped the gas and revved my engine. I'm such a complete dork sometimes.

I guess that's all for now. I did sweet nothing on Canada Day, so now I really must clean. The other day I was by chance browsing some photos I took of this place before I moved in. So clean, so crisp. I want to go to there.