People seem to have some pretty strange ideas about me. The other day, two boys at work were talking about rolling joints, and I was kind of laughing along. One of the boys asked "Oh, do you smoke?" I said I didn't, and he looked surprised. "You just look the type." The type? "Yeah, like, the hippie-type." I let him leave with his life. Me, a hippie? Ugh, god no.
Today, a different boy asked if I had been to one of the girl's birthday party last night at Joseph Richards. I said that I didn't go to clubs. He laughed and said "Oh, do you go to dinner parties then?" (cheeky bastard). I said I just didn't go out. Again, incredulity. "You seem like a partier!" Honestly? What do they all think of me?
Alright you guys, assignment. I know there aren't many of you who read this, but I want you to tell me what your first impression of me was. I'd just like to know, for the sake of curiosity, how other people view me.
Short entry today. I am currently sick as a dog and contemplating a nap. Armed with creme caramel tea, blood oranges and grapes, I will cure myself.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Say Huh?
I just got back from the info session for the Langara Fine Arts program. The woman who appears to be one of the main teachers is a nice, older Scottish woman, and I liked her right off the bat. There were a lot of other people there, but only one or two of them were boys. Max called it a "yam party" I think. I was confused, but he said that a yam party is the opposite of a sausage fest. I've never personally heard vagina's referred to as yams, but I suppose you learn something new every day.
So we were given a whole bunch of multi-coloured papers with pretty much everything we need to know on them, and then listened to the Scottish woman talk for an hour. It sounds like a really interesting program, with cool classes.
And obviously, I'm going to be a big douche about all this.
First off, I was so anxious for the whole hour that I gave myself a worry-headache. This happens when you are so tense and upset that you actually give yourself a headache. I was wringing my hands, biting my lips, scratching myself, you name it. I know. What the fuck is wrong with me? I was literally on the verge of tears at least three times. But why?! What is my problem?
It's mostly because I was experiencing my most crippling problem: my lack of attention span. Seriously, I don't know why this happens, but I can't focus for long on things when people are speaking directly to you. I can listen to 3 straight episodes of Radiolab, but for the life of me, I can't make myself pay attention to important things. It's been a problem since I was about 8. It's awful. I was reminded of all my high school math classes, where I would finally go and ask the teacher for help, only to sit there and not absorb a word as they talked, and then go back and sit at my desk like a useless lump, fighting back tears. I know what you're thinking. Just pay attention! Just listen! But I can't, I don't know why! I do try, really hard.
And I'm worried that this means I'm going to turn my back on writing. I love writing. I love art too, and I love doodling and I would love to make my own comics and graphic novels one day. I just... Ugh, listen to me. I KNOW I can combine the two, and I could write in my spare time. And I want to combine writing and art anyway, so what's the problem? I'm a loser, that's what the problem is.
Ooookay, calming down. This won't be so bad. Sure, the tuition is a hellish $2,800 a semester, but I can do it. The program doesn't start until September, and that's plenty of time to save. I'll have to get student loans anyway, but that's not so bad. This is all going to be okay. I just need to keep calm and carry on.
The program itself does sound cool, though. In the first year, Drawing and Design are the Core Studios, and you have to take one each term. Then there's Painting and Printmaking (the 2D studios), and Sculpture and Ceramics (the 3D studios), and I have to take one of those 4 each term. Then in second year, I... Okay, I'm just going to write down what's on the piece of paper, because I don't really know how to explain it:
Anyway, it's getting late and I'm trying to figure out this application questionnaire, so I bid you all adieu. But before I go, I want to say thank you to all my friends. I forget that you're out there most of them time, but you've never been anything but supportive to me. Thanks.
So we were given a whole bunch of multi-coloured papers with pretty much everything we need to know on them, and then listened to the Scottish woman talk for an hour. It sounds like a really interesting program, with cool classes.
And obviously, I'm going to be a big douche about all this.
First off, I was so anxious for the whole hour that I gave myself a worry-headache. This happens when you are so tense and upset that you actually give yourself a headache. I was wringing my hands, biting my lips, scratching myself, you name it. I know. What the fuck is wrong with me? I was literally on the verge of tears at least three times. But why?! What is my problem?
It's mostly because I was experiencing my most crippling problem: my lack of attention span. Seriously, I don't know why this happens, but I can't focus for long on things when people are speaking directly to you. I can listen to 3 straight episodes of Radiolab, but for the life of me, I can't make myself pay attention to important things. It's been a problem since I was about 8. It's awful. I was reminded of all my high school math classes, where I would finally go and ask the teacher for help, only to sit there and not absorb a word as they talked, and then go back and sit at my desk like a useless lump, fighting back tears. I know what you're thinking. Just pay attention! Just listen! But I can't, I don't know why! I do try, really hard.
And I'm worried that this means I'm going to turn my back on writing. I love writing. I love art too, and I love doodling and I would love to make my own comics and graphic novels one day. I just... Ugh, listen to me. I KNOW I can combine the two, and I could write in my spare time. And I want to combine writing and art anyway, so what's the problem? I'm a loser, that's what the problem is.
Ooookay, calming down. This won't be so bad. Sure, the tuition is a hellish $2,800 a semester, but I can do it. The program doesn't start until September, and that's plenty of time to save. I'll have to get student loans anyway, but that's not so bad. This is all going to be okay. I just need to keep calm and carry on.
The program itself does sound cool, though. In the first year, Drawing and Design are the Core Studios, and you have to take one each term. Then there's Painting and Printmaking (the 2D studios), and Sculpture and Ceramics (the 3D studios), and I have to take one of those 4 each term. Then in second year, I... Okay, I'm just going to write down what's on the piece of paper, because I don't really know how to explain it:
ALL SECOND YEAR STUDIOS ARE ELECTIVES: STUDENTS MUST COMPLETE A MINIMUM OF 3 STUDIOS EACH TERM (PLUS 2 ACADEMIC SUPPORT COURSES), OR 4 STUDIOS EACH TERM (PLUS 1 ACADEMIC SUPPORT COURSE) IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE THE FINE ARTS DIPLOMA.Say huh?
Anyway, it's getting late and I'm trying to figure out this application questionnaire, so I bid you all adieu. But before I go, I want to say thank you to all my friends. I forget that you're out there most of them time, but you've never been anything but supportive to me. Thanks.
Old Words and To Do's
I just found a treasure! I was looking for some of my college English notebooks, to help Max figure out how to write a thesis for an essay, and I found my old Creative Writing notebook from Grade 12. It's full of some pretty great writing exercises that I should try out, too.
Most of the stories aren't that bad either, though I didn't remember anything about them as I was reading them. Also, some silly poems I wrote as a teenager:
Ohhh dear, Teenage Lisa. What's the matter with you? Actually, I've always liked that poem. I wanted to polish it up a bit, but I want to always be able to admire it in it's natural state. Note: please do not judge my writing abilities by these old examples. I have gotten much better.
I was just lamenting the fact that I don't write half as much as I used to, but hell, why can't I? I SHOULD write more, just for the heck of it. Maybe I'll even publish something one day.
Haha, oh dear, read this:
In my last post, I was going to write a list of things that I want to accomplish in my life. This list does not have a time-limit on it.
Oh dear.
Most of the stories aren't that bad either, though I didn't remember anything about them as I was reading them. Also, some silly poems I wrote as a teenager:
She Misses His Kisses
My lips have been cut by your words and your kisses;
Now I'm counting the score, all our hits and your misses.
How long have I suffered? How long have I dreamt
Of the old times, the good times
When you'd whisper and tempt?
Ohhh dear, Teenage Lisa. What's the matter with you? Actually, I've always liked that poem. I wanted to polish it up a bit, but I want to always be able to admire it in it's natural state. Note: please do not judge my writing abilities by these old examples. I have gotten much better.
I was just lamenting the fact that I don't write half as much as I used to, but hell, why can't I? I SHOULD write more, just for the heck of it. Maybe I'll even publish something one day.
Haha, oh dear, read this:
Fingers CrossedJesus. Emo attack or what? Naw, I still like this one too. I don't think I was trying to be particularly emo with this one, actually. I just liked the combination of the words.
I am wishful thinking
fingers crossed
all the lyrics you ever forgot
the final attempt
last chance, hold you breath
cross your heart, hope to death
In my last post, I was going to write a list of things that I want to accomplish in my life. This list does not have a time-limit on it.
- publish something, be it short story, graphic novel or poem
- learn at least 2 more musical instruments
- sing in front of an audience
- play in a band with my trombone again
- participate in a poetry slam
- lose at least 20lbs
- more tattoos!
Oh dear.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Family Eats
I was listening to Expialidocious, the song by Pogo, and was thinking about Dick Van Dyke. I used to have a huge crush on him when I was younger, despite his ridiculous cockney accent. Suddenly, I wondered if he was still alive. I rushed to Wikipedia to find out, and felt this odd relief when I saw that he was. I just think the world would be less of a nice place if Dick Van Dyke wasn't alive, even if he's not actually a handsome chimney sweep with a dreadful accent.
My Auntie Helen (and Uncle David) are back from England for a spell, and we had a family dinner tonight with her daughters (my cousins) Heather and Jenny, and their husbands, Jamie and Ross. It was really fun, actually. The food was superb. We had:
Family gatherings of my mum's are always the funnest. One thing that I love is that they get LOUD. Everyone starts literally shouting over top of one another. I never notice it at first, but then there's a point where you run out of things to talk about, and then you actually hear how loud it is. It's fun! I love talking to my cousins. It's easy to make them laugh. Also, Auntie Helen gave me my early 21st birthday present. I forget that everyone thinks 21st birthdays are important. I know why they're important in like, America, because that's when you can legally drink, but I don't see why everyone cares so much up here in Canada, since the drinking age is 19. I know a lot of my friends are excited about it so they can go to the States to drink, but it doesn't matter to me one way or the other. Anyway, Auntie Helen gave me my present, and it was a necklace... with a cross on it. It is pretty, but kind of a weird present from her, considering she's not very religious either, and she knows my family isn't. I thanked her, of course, but it was funny after she left, because my mum, brother and sister were all like "Dude, what was up with the cross??" And when I got back to my dad's I showed it to him, and he gave me this really weird look. I'm not sure if I'll ever wear it, because the chain also looks too small for my fat neck, but it was a nice gift.
I was going to write something else, but I'm getting preoccupied with other things, and I don't want to write a half-assed post, even though this one is already kind of half-assed, and I heard there are doughnuts downstairs, so I better go see to that. Also, run-on sentences.
PS. Got my money back from VCC! Now I have $200 in the bank, as opposed to $11. Whew.
My Auntie Helen (and Uncle David) are back from England for a spell, and we had a family dinner tonight with her daughters (my cousins) Heather and Jenny, and their husbands, Jamie and Ross. It was really fun, actually. The food was superb. We had:
- Bulgar wheat nicoisse salad
- squash, red pepper and apple soup
- lamb sliders (that had spicy mango chutney in them)
- scalloped potatoes
- our signature coconut and jam cake
Family gatherings of my mum's are always the funnest. One thing that I love is that they get LOUD. Everyone starts literally shouting over top of one another. I never notice it at first, but then there's a point where you run out of things to talk about, and then you actually hear how loud it is. It's fun! I love talking to my cousins. It's easy to make them laugh. Also, Auntie Helen gave me my early 21st birthday present. I forget that everyone thinks 21st birthdays are important. I know why they're important in like, America, because that's when you can legally drink, but I don't see why everyone cares so much up here in Canada, since the drinking age is 19. I know a lot of my friends are excited about it so they can go to the States to drink, but it doesn't matter to me one way or the other. Anyway, Auntie Helen gave me my present, and it was a necklace... with a cross on it. It is pretty, but kind of a weird present from her, considering she's not very religious either, and she knows my family isn't. I thanked her, of course, but it was funny after she left, because my mum, brother and sister were all like "Dude, what was up with the cross??" And when I got back to my dad's I showed it to him, and he gave me this really weird look. I'm not sure if I'll ever wear it, because the chain also looks too small for my fat neck, but it was a nice gift.
I was going to write something else, but I'm getting preoccupied with other things, and I don't want to write a half-assed post, even though this one is already kind of half-assed, and I heard there are doughnuts downstairs, so I better go see to that. Also, run-on sentences.
PS. Got my money back from VCC! Now I have $200 in the bank, as opposed to $11. Whew.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Broken Record
So I found this website called Atheist Media Blog. I was hoping there would be some interesting links and articles, so I poked around. I did find one fabulous video about a guy name Daniel Dennett discussing "What Should Replace Religions" at the Humanist Canada Convention in Montreal in October. I was very pleased that it wasn't one asshole just shouting about religion is bad and this is why we don't need it, but rather an enlightened talk about what the world is going to need once religion dies out. One of the interesting talked about the good things that religion has contributed to the world (art, music, moral teamwork, and hope, to name a few). He also said something that I quite liked:
I know there are many, many atheists out there would love nothing more than to see all forms of religion abolished. I don't know what I think about that. I agree with Dennett, that there are many good things that we owe to religion. I would not be saddened, however, if it were gone, but only because of all the bad things that come with it. While there are many good, kind-hearted people out there who love God and love their faiths, there are their awful counterparts. There are people who pose with their Bibles in hand but are bad, bad people.
Of course, there will always be bad people. Nothing will change that.
Anyway, back to that Atheist Media Blog website. I haven't looked around too much yet, but I did make my way onto a different blog that had a link in it for ANOTHER website called Atheist Nexus. Naturally, I signed up. This seemed a little much though:
I'm hoping the people on the website aren't just going to rage about God and Jesus and how-wrong-religion-is the whole time. I'm looking for a place to have thoughtful discussions about things like what Dennet was talking about. The real question, however, is will I be too shy to actually participate in any discussions? And the answer is yes. Yes I will.
Frack, would you look at that. Another post talking about atheism? Get off your high horse, Lisa! Nobody cares! Talk about things like how you're worried you're going to have to move out of your lovely new house!
The fellow that is living with us (my dad's friend's son) is thinking about going back to Ontario. If he does, we are fucked. The two of us can't afford the rent for this place. I'm already barely making rent as it is. And I'm worried that my dad is going to get fed up with the effort it's taking to get this house all fixed up. I love it in this house so much, I don't want to leave! Things are just starting to come together! I know we could find another person to room with us if Nick does leave, and I'm fairly confident that my dad loves this house too. I don't know if he would like having some stranger living with us though. I'll admit, I'm not a fan of the idea either. Maybe if I could just get more hours at work... Maybe I could get a second job?
But I realized last night that we're hooped no matter what. If I do eventually get into this IDEA program at Capilano University, I may have to quit my job, as this program is full-time. What are we going to do? My dad can't do $1800 a month on his home. Max, my voice of reason, was trying to calm me down last night. He said I could take out student loans and use those to help pay for the rent. While I do agree, I'm a little depressed at the thought of having only student loans to rely on. I like working, no matter how much I complain. I like making my own money. But I do really want to do this program... It's like, as soon as I resolved one worry (where I want to go in life), another one presents itself (money). Fuck.
PS. I found a crow's skull today! Well, I found it yesterday, and I went and got it today. I wonder what's the best way to clean it? It looks pretty gnarly right now. Oh, AND I opened up a Savings account today. Whee!
"Religion changed more in the last hundred years than it did in the previous thousand years, and it's probably going to change more in the next twenty years than it changed in the last hundred years. So let's think about what we want to do to preserve what's worth preserving and to help usher off as gracefully as possible those aspects that we would really like to see go away." -Daniel DennettPeople typically think that what is "now" is going to be forever. Not the case. The world changes so quickly that it's astonishing. Religion has been around for a long, long time, but I don't think it's reasonable to think that it will be around forever. In another form, maybe, but definitely not the way we know it. And that's not going to be a bad thing.
I know there are many, many atheists out there would love nothing more than to see all forms of religion abolished. I don't know what I think about that. I agree with Dennett, that there are many good things that we owe to religion. I would not be saddened, however, if it were gone, but only because of all the bad things that come with it. While there are many good, kind-hearted people out there who love God and love their faiths, there are their awful counterparts. There are people who pose with their Bibles in hand but are bad, bad people.
Of course, there will always be bad people. Nothing will change that.
Anyway, back to that Atheist Media Blog website. I haven't looked around too much yet, but I did make my way onto a different blog that had a link in it for ANOTHER website called Atheist Nexus. Naturally, I signed up. This seemed a little much though:
"Atheist Nexus is a community for nontheists ONLY! This is NOT a site to convert others or debate the existence of god(s). There are plenty of other sites to do this. Violators will be banned instantly and permanently."To which I had to reply "Yes, I am a nontheist" in order to be allowed to be a member. I don't know, I get that atheists want to have their own secret clubhouse, complete with a "NO RELIGIOUS ZOMBIES" sign posted out front, but we can't even have a discussion on the existence of a god? I'm not saying I want people to pop in and tell us we're wrong for believing what we believe, but that above statement seems strong.
I'm hoping the people on the website aren't just going to rage about God and Jesus and how-wrong-religion-is the whole time. I'm looking for a place to have thoughtful discussions about things like what Dennet was talking about. The real question, however, is will I be too shy to actually participate in any discussions? And the answer is yes. Yes I will.
Frack, would you look at that. Another post talking about atheism? Get off your high horse, Lisa! Nobody cares! Talk about things like how you're worried you're going to have to move out of your lovely new house!
The fellow that is living with us (my dad's friend's son) is thinking about going back to Ontario. If he does, we are fucked. The two of us can't afford the rent for this place. I'm already barely making rent as it is. And I'm worried that my dad is going to get fed up with the effort it's taking to get this house all fixed up. I love it in this house so much, I don't want to leave! Things are just starting to come together! I know we could find another person to room with us if Nick does leave, and I'm fairly confident that my dad loves this house too. I don't know if he would like having some stranger living with us though. I'll admit, I'm not a fan of the idea either. Maybe if I could just get more hours at work... Maybe I could get a second job?
But I realized last night that we're hooped no matter what. If I do eventually get into this IDEA program at Capilano University, I may have to quit my job, as this program is full-time. What are we going to do? My dad can't do $1800 a month on his home. Max, my voice of reason, was trying to calm me down last night. He said I could take out student loans and use those to help pay for the rent. While I do agree, I'm a little depressed at the thought of having only student loans to rely on. I like working, no matter how much I complain. I like making my own money. But I do really want to do this program... It's like, as soon as I resolved one worry (where I want to go in life), another one presents itself (money). Fuck.
PS. I found a crow's skull today! Well, I found it yesterday, and I went and got it today. I wonder what's the best way to clean it? It looks pretty gnarly right now. Oh, AND I opened up a Savings account today. Whee!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The Longer You Think
An old Irish curse:
May those that love us, love us,
and those that don't love us,
may God turn their hearts;
if he can't turn their hearts,
may he turn their ankles,
so we'll know them by their limping.
Now, I don't know how credible that is as an actual Irish curse, since I found it in a picture on the Internet, but I really like it.
So, the other day on my lovely anniversary, Max was whispering many lovely things in my ear. Hahaha, not those kinds of things, but he does do that too and I like those just as much. Actually, this time he wasn't so much whispering as he was... speaking... on the bus. Yeah. Anyway, he was spending our commute telling me how brilliant and talented I am. Now, I know I act like a confident.... I'm struggling with a word here. I was going to go with dickbag, but say that word a few times to yourself, slowly. It's rather vulgar, even for a lady of my distinction. Douchebag doesn't seem quite right either, because I don't quite fit the criteria for a douchebag (not lack of popped collar). I'm going to go with twit.
SO, I know I act like a confident twit most of the time, but I'm really not. At all. I struggle a lot with even managing to like myself. And it sucks. I can't really escape it. Every time I go outside, if I hear someone laughing near me, I assume they're laughing at me. Yeah, I don't go outside a whole lot anymore.
A lot of it has to do with how I look. Mostly, I think I'm a fat, average looking girl. There are things I DO like about myself (my eyes, my lips) but there are many, many more things I don't like about myself. I know I can fix this. I know I can get in shape. And I will. I have to, or I'm going to throw myself in front of a bus, haha! Aww, I shouldn't joke about that, people actually do kill themselves over their looks.
The other big part is that I am self-conscious of the things I create. Any time I write something or draw something, or sing or play an instrument, there's always the I'm not good enough playing on repeat it my head. It's awful. I want to be perfect. I want to be the best. But I don't think I can. My least favourite word is practice. I'm used to being good at things on the first go, and if I'm not, then it's clearly not worth my time.
But Max always knows how to talk to me. He was appealing to my ego yesterday, the clever thing. So, today I took action. I called Langara to reserve a spot for myself at an info session for their Fine Arts program. It starts off with the basics, which is what I need. I've never had any sort of classic art training, which I think would help the cause. That program is 2 year long, after which I receive a diploma, and then I am taking that diploma and getting into the IDEA program at Capilano University, which will take another 3 years to complete.
I'm nervous! But I want this.
See, today I realized what causes all my problems. The revelation actually came to me today when I was listening to the song that shares it's name with this blog: Talking Bird by Death Cab For Cutie.
The longer you think, the less you know what to do.
And that right there is my problem. I think way too hard about everything. Naturally, if you think about things too much, you will find flaws. You will find doubts. You will create issues. And then you just worry and worry until you convince yourself that it was a dumb idea in the first place. And that's stupid.
So, new Lisa is going to stop that. I took action today, and I am going to continue to do so.
Ahh, wrist-aches again! What is wrong?! Time for wrist braces once more...
PS. Today a woman told me that her husband was dying. It's "a matter of months". Why do I attract these sad, sad people? Is it something about my face?
May those that love us, love us,
and those that don't love us,
may God turn their hearts;
if he can't turn their hearts,
may he turn their ankles,
so we'll know them by their limping.
Now, I don't know how credible that is as an actual Irish curse, since I found it in a picture on the Internet, but I really like it.
So, the other day on my lovely anniversary, Max was whispering many lovely things in my ear. Hahaha, not those kinds of things, but he does do that too and I like those just as much. Actually, this time he wasn't so much whispering as he was... speaking... on the bus. Yeah. Anyway, he was spending our commute telling me how brilliant and talented I am. Now, I know I act like a confident.... I'm struggling with a word here. I was going to go with dickbag, but say that word a few times to yourself, slowly. It's rather vulgar, even for a lady of my distinction. Douchebag doesn't seem quite right either, because I don't quite fit the criteria for a douchebag (not lack of popped collar). I'm going to go with twit.
SO, I know I act like a confident twit most of the time, but I'm really not. At all. I struggle a lot with even managing to like myself. And it sucks. I can't really escape it. Every time I go outside, if I hear someone laughing near me, I assume they're laughing at me. Yeah, I don't go outside a whole lot anymore.
A lot of it has to do with how I look. Mostly, I think I'm a fat, average looking girl. There are things I DO like about myself (my eyes, my lips) but there are many, many more things I don't like about myself. I know I can fix this. I know I can get in shape. And I will. I have to, or I'm going to throw myself in front of a bus, haha! Aww, I shouldn't joke about that, people actually do kill themselves over their looks.
The other big part is that I am self-conscious of the things I create. Any time I write something or draw something, or sing or play an instrument, there's always the I'm not good enough playing on repeat it my head. It's awful. I want to be perfect. I want to be the best. But I don't think I can. My least favourite word is practice. I'm used to being good at things on the first go, and if I'm not, then it's clearly not worth my time.
But Max always knows how to talk to me. He was appealing to my ego yesterday, the clever thing. So, today I took action. I called Langara to reserve a spot for myself at an info session for their Fine Arts program. It starts off with the basics, which is what I need. I've never had any sort of classic art training, which I think would help the cause. That program is 2 year long, after which I receive a diploma, and then I am taking that diploma and getting into the IDEA program at Capilano University, which will take another 3 years to complete.
I'm nervous! But I want this.
See, today I realized what causes all my problems. The revelation actually came to me today when I was listening to the song that shares it's name with this blog: Talking Bird by Death Cab For Cutie.
The longer you think, the less you know what to do.
And that right there is my problem. I think way too hard about everything. Naturally, if you think about things too much, you will find flaws. You will find doubts. You will create issues. And then you just worry and worry until you convince yourself that it was a dumb idea in the first place. And that's stupid.
So, new Lisa is going to stop that. I took action today, and I am going to continue to do so.
Ahh, wrist-aches again! What is wrong?! Time for wrist braces once more...
PS. Today a woman told me that her husband was dying. It's "a matter of months". Why do I attract these sad, sad people? Is it something about my face?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Anniversaries and Other Things
Today, kidlets, is my 4 year anniversary with the most wonderful human being to be gifted to Earth. I know I joke around a lot, but I'm being serious here. I'm not so good with spoken words, so I don't think I get around to saying this as often as I should, but Max, you are without a doubt the best thing in my life.
Today (and yesterday!) were really nice. This anniversary kind of slowly unfolded over the two days, which was fun. Yesterday we went to Earl's, where we always seem to get the most earnest waiters. I got two classics: My favourite Mixed Greens Salad, that has feta, candied pecans, julienned Granny Smith apple, apple cider vinegar and, er, mixed greens. Then I had this prawn and scallop spaghetti dish (standard me) which consisted of the afore mentioned ingredients, a cream sauce, wilted arugula, pine nuts, and cherry tomatoes. I actually like the cherry tomatoes. They pop in your mouth.
Max had to go to school this morning, which sucked since we'd stayed up way too late the night before, but I got to stay home and sleep in. I slept for so long, it was magic. We had dinner at a small place on Main St called Cipriano's, and then went for dessert (where else?) Sweet Revenge. Max joked about bringing a bunch of his friends there one night, and polo shirts with the collars popped and talking about typical douchebag stuff. Don't you dare, I said. This place is my temple. It kind of is, haha. I am instantly transported to my quiet place. A quiet place full of tea and crème brûlées. Mmm.
So Max was trying to make me feel good about myself tonight, by telling me some stuff or other about how I'm smarter than him, and talented to boot. I don't know if I believe him, you guys. Could it be true? Could I actually be a smart and talented individual?
Nah, that doesn't sound like me.
I'm slowly going to piece together what I want to do. Max said I should email a few of my favourite webcomic artists and ask for some pro-tips. I might do just that, but what would I say! It'd be like, bumping into a personal idol of yours on the street. Okay, not quite like that, but you get what I'm saying. I'd get all stupid and end up sounding like a big nerd. Like I need more of that.
Quick question: Who would you not be able to function around if you met them? For me, it would be a couple of my favourite artists and writers (Lucy Knisely, Kate Beaton, Christopher Moore, Clive Barker, Tom Siddell, and a host of others), and, yes, Patrick Stump and Peter Wentz. Not to offend Joe Trohman and Andy Hurley, the other members of what was Fall Out Boy, but I was just bigger fans of the first two because Wentz was a writer, and Stump was a musician. And them's is the breaks. But in all seriousness, I would die a million deaths if I met these people. I almost hope that I never meet them, because I will forever be known as this retard that couldn't form a proper sentence and then fell over. Or cried. Yeah, there would definitely be crying.
So I'm experiencing these weird, stuff wrists right now, and it's making typing extremely difficult. I think it's because it's cold in here, and I inexplicably have to body of an old person, so cold makes me seize up. But you know what, if you watch closely, you might see a new Lisa emerging over the next little while. I'm going to make myself get better. At... everything. Goodnight.
Today (and yesterday!) were really nice. This anniversary kind of slowly unfolded over the two days, which was fun. Yesterday we went to Earl's, where we always seem to get the most earnest waiters. I got two classics: My favourite Mixed Greens Salad, that has feta, candied pecans, julienned Granny Smith apple, apple cider vinegar and, er, mixed greens. Then I had this prawn and scallop spaghetti dish (standard me) which consisted of the afore mentioned ingredients, a cream sauce, wilted arugula, pine nuts, and cherry tomatoes. I actually like the cherry tomatoes. They pop in your mouth.
Max had to go to school this morning, which sucked since we'd stayed up way too late the night before, but I got to stay home and sleep in. I slept for so long, it was magic. We had dinner at a small place on Main St called Cipriano's, and then went for dessert (where else?) Sweet Revenge. Max joked about bringing a bunch of his friends there one night, and polo shirts with the collars popped and talking about typical douchebag stuff. Don't you dare, I said. This place is my temple. It kind of is, haha. I am instantly transported to my quiet place. A quiet place full of tea and crème brûlées. Mmm.
So Max was trying to make me feel good about myself tonight, by telling me some stuff or other about how I'm smarter than him, and talented to boot. I don't know if I believe him, you guys. Could it be true? Could I actually be a smart and talented individual?
Nah, that doesn't sound like me.
I'm slowly going to piece together what I want to do. Max said I should email a few of my favourite webcomic artists and ask for some pro-tips. I might do just that, but what would I say! It'd be like, bumping into a personal idol of yours on the street. Okay, not quite like that, but you get what I'm saying. I'd get all stupid and end up sounding like a big nerd. Like I need more of that.
Quick question: Who would you not be able to function around if you met them? For me, it would be a couple of my favourite artists and writers (Lucy Knisely, Kate Beaton, Christopher Moore, Clive Barker, Tom Siddell, and a host of others), and, yes, Patrick Stump and Peter Wentz. Not to offend Joe Trohman and Andy Hurley, the other members of what was Fall Out Boy, but I was just bigger fans of the first two because Wentz was a writer, and Stump was a musician. And them's is the breaks. But in all seriousness, I would die a million deaths if I met these people. I almost hope that I never meet them, because I will forever be known as this retard that couldn't form a proper sentence and then fell over. Or cried. Yeah, there would definitely be crying.
So I'm experiencing these weird, stuff wrists right now, and it's making typing extremely difficult. I think it's because it's cold in here, and I inexplicably have to body of an old person, so cold makes me seize up. But you know what, if you watch closely, you might see a new Lisa emerging over the next little while. I'm going to make myself get better. At... everything. Goodnight.
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