Suprisingly, that’s how it feels in the computer lab right now, even though computer labs tend to be rooms over air conditioned and thus freezing. It’s quite cold outside and it’s weirding me out because this time last year (and probably a number of years before that), I can remember tank top weather during the day with maybe a sweatshirt. Today is London Fog wool peacoat weather. As much as I love my peacoat (it was 50% off, yay Mom), I’d rather be wearing a camisole. It is perhaps also the weather for a toque and a scarf, but I am lacking those. And I am not feeling well. It’s not just because I didn’t sleep much, I think, I hope. I woke up cold which is one of the most uncomfortable ways to wake up. And now I’m ill and dizzy and trying to keep warm in a computer lab while really I should be going home to bundle up and sleep.
There’s another yawn. The museum club is having a meeting during/after my Canadian studies class. I want to go but I should buy groceries. I need to get them before the delivery period ends because I don’t think I am physically strong enough to carry 8L of milk and various meats and things you buy at the grocery store. I should go to the Arts lounge and nap. But I’m afraid I won’t wake up. And then I’ll have my unsuspecting wallet stolen (I am suspecting, but the wallet is not). Or something. mumblemumble.
Wednesday-through-Sunday were pretty good days (there may have been better days before that but I’m afraid I can’t remember that far). Wednesday night I was in a good mood. Thursday night I was taken out for dinner and before that I even cleaned my room. Friday was chill. Saturday was semi-productive (got a new phone, Samsung something like t609ish, and went to the guys’ apartment). Sunday was unproductive but it felt all right. I had stew at the guys’ place so I didn’t need to go grocery shopping and then Val suggested pesto chicken (thanks Val) which was yummy. That’s really all I did Sunday. And at 1130pm I was in the position one occupies when they haven’t had a very productive weekend.
I should use this time to photocopy that book. But it wouldn’t be warm and toasty trekking over to the library (about 100m) and to Copie Nova (about half a city block, not very much either). I’ll hang out here a bit longer and try to be as inconspicuous as possible. I’ll try to go to the museum meeting ’cause there’s tour guide training this week (it’s a very small museum just to let you know). Maybe I should be a hobo and take a nap in the engineering hallway… I wonder if it’s warm and toasty. I wonder when the apartment building turns on central heating (is that what it’s called? our heat comes out of the floors and ceilings).
Okay, I’m off now(ish). Hopefully Alex Kapranos and Jane Birkin will keep me warm.
I feel like I’m going to die young. I just had a Schwartz’s smoked meat sandwich, with mustard, supposedly “lean.” This was coming back from a hookah bar… more bar than hookah I’d say. O man, if I’d smoked more tonight, and added a Montreal smoked meat sandwich to that… that’s really death. But still, it was soooo good. And there was no line up at all. Last time I went on a Saturday night after midnight, the line went out of the Charcuterie Hebraique. I walked by it earlier this afternoon and the line was more than a block long… the guidebooks were right.
Anyways, I’m still uber awkward at bars where I should be dancing ’cause I like dancing and I can do that sober, but don’t, for some reason or other. I caught up with Meaghan, Andrea, and Sasha at dinner at Meaghan’s 3.5 (very nice) today. It was nice, that was substantially less awkward. Lili and her roomie Zoe were there too. But yea, must learn how to dance in public. And be one of those non-awkward non-drinkers. I know they definitely exist.
I want to go to bed not ’cause I’m tired but because I want bed. However, there are clothes and books and such all over it and really I will die tonight if I go to bed straight after this sandwich. Ooo… bad habit started in May to go for Montreal smoked meat only because it’s so convenient and how often is it so easy to eat Schwartz’s. O well, this is only my third time. It shouldn’t cut too many years off my life.
Filed under: Food
So… it turns out I’m far too uncreative to plan out my own meals.
- I need recpies. Simple recipes. Or they don’t have to be incredibly simple ’cause I’m pretty okay and following instructions, but simple/accessible ingredients for dishes that don’t need to be prepared a day in advance.
- I need flavour. Though I’m far too easily satisfied by salt and pepper, I figure I should probably stock up on herbs and pantry-kept seasoning things.
So if you can help me with any ideas for either of those, that would be fantastic and if you’re around, maybe I’ll make it for you?
In chronological order of experience:
First Level Chinese: This is the first male instructor I’ve had for Chinese ever. He’s soft-spoken and something makes me trust him in regards to teaching me Mandarin as a foreign language. I’m a little sad to find out we’re learning Simplified as opposed to Traditional. Some characters/radicals look modern and sleek but some are just terrible designs on the PRC’s part. I don’t even want to show the laoshi my name to ask how to pronounce it in Mandarin, ’cause I’m afraid he’ll show me a butchered simplified version. Frankly, I bet literacy rates went up with communism because they opened more schools, rather than just because of the simplification of characters. We are only allowed to miss class for funerals and perhaps our own wedding.
Directly across the street from me and one story up, there is a window open with a cushion on its sill. Last night when I looked out, there was a woman standing at it looking like a woman standing at a window sill. This morning when I openned my curtains, she was still there- or rather there again, but writing myths is more interesting. But really she’s just smoking. She left for a bit and now she just stuck her arm out to umm… I don’t even know what it’s called, tapping her cigarette to get rid of the ashes at the end? <shrugs>
Nick’s fault and too a smaller degree AlexL’s: listening to Regina Spektor’s Begin to Hope. That’s usually how it works for new music unless it’s a direct recommendation. I’ll read about a sraffie listening to an artist, and then I’ll see it on my contact list, and then I’ll go download it. I’ve got That Time almost memorized I’ve listened to it so many times now: 28 times according to iTunes and that has to be mostly in the week alone really. And then you have to add the times I’ve listened to it with the repeat-track function turned on on my mp3 player (children these days distinguish personal audio players by describing them either as iPods or mp3 players as I learned from camp).
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Camels
Hey remember that time when I was broke, I didn’t care I just bummed from my friends
Bum bum bum bum… bum bum bum bum
Hey remember that time when you ODed
Hey remember that other time when you ODed for the second time
Well in the waiting room waiting for new of you I hallucinated I could read your mind
And I was on a lot of shit too but what I saw man was freaky
Freaky
I should eat the crusts of my bread. And read, I should read. Samson is pretty too.
