Squirrelly excitement!’

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

I’ve got 666 mails in my inbox. It’s not the total amount of emails I have (HA HA HA, don’t make me laugh like that), but the other emails are filed away and this looming number is glaring at me right now.

We were supposed to go to the bank today (mum sent me CASH for my birthday - YAY for cash! Yay for mums!), add a bit of funds to the card, so I have a bit more money to spend - cause we all know 100€ is NOT going to cut it. No, really!

And, must find another bag. And load my ZenTouch. Do more laundry (J needs socks. He is ALWAYS out of socks.). Fall into a million little pieces and recollect myself a thousand times.

Maybe after THAT I’ll feel ready!

I hate packing, but it’s harsh out there..

Sunday, November 13, 2005

I’m slowly getting my shit together, getting ready for my spending extravaganza a lá Scotland, November 2005. I’m highly suspicious of Big ass companies and their “E-tickets” that still requires me to print some pages (as in, ON PAPER - although, I’ll be damned if I want to pay them 100€ just to send me their version of a printed ticket) despite my actual air plane ticket is supposed to live inside my debit-card.

You see, until yesterday I’ve never had a printer.

I know, I know. I can hear you go “What?!” How can someone, like, not have a printer? And for so many years on-line..????* but sad truth was, I didn’t have one, but it’s just one of those things you have to have if you own a computer. I’ve also found that, except for this one “E-ticket” incident, I probably won’t be using the printer much. But it’s good to have none the less! (It’s such a must-have, for the must-have of it)

*And why doesn’t she use a spell-checker?? Well, I just did, so shut up!

So, YAY for printers and going on vacation! Take-off is on the 18th. Just so you know.

Stories from Prisma

Friday, November 04, 2005

I stayed up late, which turned into Later and then EARLY. We heated up the sauna for a change and took a nice long shower, so when we hit the store I was REALLY dozy and ready to go to sleep.

I noticed how the parking lot was rather busy, but thought nothing of it when we walked in, but when we got out of there, there was even more activity going on, plus it was raining and kind of dusky - and what the hell? Did we just walk out of the grocery store and into the twilight zone?

You couldn’t tell if it was 9am or 9pm if your life depended on it. I asked J if it’s some sort of holiday, but he didn’t know. I’ve got to check this up.. Or maybe the people of this city only come out when it’s heavily cloudy and very moist, which would be really scary, but it would explain oh so much.

Urgh, which reminds me of the other day - when after shopping we detoured ourselves to the slot machines. I say hot-damn! There was a little ol’ lady standing right next to us, and each time she put in a bet she pounded the button rapidly “dohnk, dohnk, dohnk” and then pressing it down while doing “circular motion, circular motion, circular motion”, AND THEN letting go of the button by doing a quick arm jerk to the right, keeping her fingers on the button until they slid off - her hand ended up flailing to the right of her from the release of friction.

I was dying from laughter! I was standing on the other side of J, peering behind him and / or hiding when necessary. She just kept doing it and doing it and doing it, and that circular motion - well let me tell you - it’s hard not getting the wrong associations when seeing a grey old thing rubbing a button, circularly and frantically, and most importantly so persistently. It was priceless.

So, I was laughing until I was crying - making lame attempts at making it seem like I was only cooing at J’s winnings, and sometimes his losses too because once I start laughing like a tard, it’s hard to get me to stop, and she was not stopping so I had to coo at something. I wasn’t even laughing out loud properly. Tears were just rolling down my face and my shoulders were bopping.

I’m ashamed of myself. Clearly she had a very bad case of OCD and felt that she could not possibly win ever unless she rubbed the button (oh yes, rubbed it good!). But I’m also scarred for life - so I assume we’re even.

One month down, too many left

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Urgh! I've had a complete disaster of a month. Disaster, I tell you. Since I'm going to a BIG family birthday / reunion / meeting new people type thing this month I needed something to wear. J said it would be good for me, that shopping is recreational etc etc, and I was getting all excited while we walked from the parking lot, past the canal and towards the store. Jolly good, I thought, finally something that doesn't make me break out in cold sweat.

Hah.

First off, it's not recreational when you are fat. Or when you feel even fatter than you look (or the other way around, which is probably worse). And especially not when you finally find something worth wearing, IN YOUR SIZE, and then realize it's because you're in the maternity section. By that point J was getting whiny (so much for relaxation and recreation) and I was about to burst into tears (I'm getting fat again!).

BUT, I did walk away with 1 pair of pants, 4 tops and a handbag. I don't know why, but lately I've had a thing for handbags, and this one is cute, has many pockets (essential) and some leather and chains S/M looking thing strapped across it (gutsy). I hope I didn't over-do it.

It's times like this I'm so fucking grateful that I spent 300€ on myself last Christmas, without batting an eye. Ok, so I'm lying, I often feel guilty about spending on myself so shamelessly, but I didn't budge this time, mostly thanks to J who is such a giver. I think that man would give me the world if he could - but then I'd feel so guilty I'd ruin the romance.. Anyway, yes, my Creative Zen Touch will be much appreciated on my flights. Traveling makes me nervous, but everything is so much easier if you feel like you're in a music video.

There is so much more to tell, since I haven't had much time to sit here - connection, server and clients in dire need of help (my help! EEK!) don't leave much time over for anything else. It's hard on me being my "own boss" since all things that go wrong land on me without question, and I'm prone to be very hard on the one who screws up on my shift, ie. me.

Thank god August is over and won't be back for another year. Unless, of course, something unexpected happens. Like it usually does for me.

Yeah, I'm cranky.