I’ve barely been home since Wednesday, and it’s been mostly for good reasons. Temperatures outside have been comfortable. That’s a rarity for me. I have a tight, acceptable temperature range.
A classic getaway for Victorians is to leave the island for an even smaller one. We have a few options: Salt Spring, Galiano, Mayne, Pender, and Saturna. There are even more options, but those five islands are the most accessible.
Last Thursday, Jordi and I had reservations for the 3pm sailing to Tsawwassen. I’d been up since 6am and did the classic Alexa and Laura Waterfront ride before 8am. I stuffed the following into my large backpack: puffy slippers, Kindle, Switch, undergarments, outer garments, toiletries, towel, and wallet. I picked up some snacks for the journey and packed them up in an insulated tote bag. I even packed my passport in case someone in the big city felt like giving me grief over my expired photo ID.
It wasn’t even lunchtime, and I was ready. I shared my triumph in a text message to Jordi and asked if I should put my shoes on. Alas, Jordi still needed to get his keys to the friends who were to look after Klaus. When 2pm rolled around, my annoyance had bubbled up. There was no way we’d get to the ferry terminal in time for our 3pm reservation.
It was up to me whether I wanted to start our four-day getaway with a fight. As soon as I climbed into the truck, the projection of my frustration was hindered by being in motion. I’m a deaf person with atrophied vocal chords, and I wasn’t about to distract Jordi with a flurry of furious flying fingers.
Once we cleared the toll booth at Swartz Bay–and it was official that we wouldn’t make it on the 3pm ferry–I was still irate. Once we were parked in the lineup, I’d already realized my annoyance was overblown and that castigating him would be unproductive. Instead, I opted for a nap, and this was the right decision as I felt rejuvenated upon waking up.
The lineup started moving a few minutes later, and I said farewell to the my bad mood and the island as Jordi drove us onto the Queen of New Westminster.
Continue reading “Albert Lagoon: Canadian Icon.”I procured new goop that matches the colour of my skin last week. It’s not just a better match than the extra-tangy new formula MAC sent me, but better than the discontinued product I’d used since my 20s. It makes sense I’d find something better, as my complexion has changed after all this time: fewer bumps, but more grooves.
What else has changed? My beliefs, writing style, lifestyle, support system, eating habits, domain, and many more. Nearly every cell in my body has been replaced since I wrote my first blog post 25 years ago.
In case you missed it, I discuss popular sluts aka pluts:
Surely it served as an inspiration to one of the writers for Futurama as Popular Slut Club made an appearance in the 19th episode of season 6, which came out in 2011. (Thanks Jordi, for bringing this to my attention.) So, I’m taking credit for this.
Continue reading “The physiognomy of the teen.”
MO FO! My hair is PINK! That wasn’t supposed to happen! I wanted RED not PINK! Cuz I had it partially bleached, its like 2 inches of dark red on the top and the rest is like rose colored, u know. I’ll get it fixed though. I’ve had all kinds of shitty dye jobs, bleaching and cuts so nothing new for me. It smells like barf too. Screwy. Anyhoo, I finally got the new layout to work. That was yesterday. I started on the new layout like a month ago and had been struggling ever since to get it to work. I FINALLY (WAHOO!) got it to work yesterday and then I got on a roll and spent like 4 hours online. AHH! I’m becoming a geek! I’m already weird, freakish and now I’m a geek! No… According to the ppl in my school, I’m already a geek. Phuck the ppl at my school! I got like 2 pounds of purple playdoh and I want to bring it to school and throw it at all PLUTS! (popular sluts, Fino made that word up. Sluts are already popular anyway, if they weren’t then they couldn’t be sluts.) I love playdoh! It smells so cool! I suck at making it though, it’s all sticky and gooey. Good ammo though. Oooh, I’m going to come up with all kinds of evil things to do to the ppl at my school and when I do, I’ll post stuff on here or wherever it fits in the best on my page. That’s it for May 13.
~Laura
I have a mental block when it comes to spending money on things that would improve my living space. I stored my sewing and crafting supplies in shoeboxes and reusable bags for two years. The boxes and bags were then placed on a side table and shoved in the corner of the laundry room.
There’s an semblance of organization with an air of clutter. For two years, this was good enough.
I am currently in my bed typing this blog post on a laptop, which rests upon a children’s book rather than a cushioned laptop tray. The protective sleeve for my e-reader is a 10-year-old bubble mailer. The living room couch was a curbside freebie… ten years ago. It took me a year to get a nightstand for my current place, and it was a Christmas gift from Jordi.
My poverty mentality gives me time to save up to afford a (ideally) massive upgrade. If I’m to spend my money on something I don’t need, it needs to be more than “good enough”. I browsed Maison Simons, EQ3 Furniture, Crate & Barrel, and Rove Concepts, among other home furniture dealers that don’t make sense for someone with my income level.
In the end, Ikea won. I can’t bring myself to shell out $2,000+ for a cherrywood wardrobe. Particleboard, it is…
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