Tonight I had a desert called: "The Desert Formerly Known as Prince." I am not kidding. It was mocha ice cream cake, with a giant chocolate shaped like the unpronouncable symbol that is Prince's name. It's times like those that I almost wish I carried my camera everywhere like that drug dealer from American Beauty, so I could capture things like that cake...and plastic bags blowing in the wind...the most beautiful plastic bag in the world...

Anyway, the cake was yummy, and probably tasted much better than Prince would.

I'm also very glad to have Brigette as a friend, because I was feeling very down about the world, and her company was just the thing to cheer me up. After having good conversation and good laughs, it doesn't matter that I only had six hours of sleep in between work last night and work today. At last I feel ready to tackle the lecture classes from Hell tomorrow.

Work is a necessary evil.

Last night I worked from 6 until midnight. That wasn't so bad. But. I had to work at 9:30 am this morning. Arrrrrrrrrgh. That's not on my availability sheet, I said no Wednesday mornings (please and thank you) because I have an important lab. No. They scheduled me anyway, and I couldn't get anyone to take my shift, so I had to explain to Juan (my audio partner) why we couldn't work on our upcoming project. I had to reschedule with him for tomorrow afternoon, but we only have half an hour to work together instead of two and a half. I've already recorded my part, so it's not that bad, but I'm feeling unnecessarily frustrated and disgruntled about the whole thing. The only good thing that came from this orgy of work was a giant bag of popcorn that I dragged home for Josh.


That's only about three-quarters of what I brought home. And while I'm taking pictures, I'm going to show you the spider on my new shirt.


So what if it's a halloween shirt? I missed Halloween, remember? And it was only $4.99. The Old Navy discount rack is now my official source of cheap and cheerful clothes. I also got a pink striped dress for $6.99 and pinstripe pants for $19. I was going to get some flannel pajama pants that were black with candy corn printed on them, but when I went back to get them, they were gone :(

Anyway, I'm off now, because Brigette is coming over soon, and we're going to Death By Chocolate so I can eat fattening food. We were supposed to see a movie, but nothing good is playing at my theatre or the other theatre, and the movie we wanted to see at the theatre near Brigette's place was playing way too late (Bowling for Columbine, at 10:15). I don't know about anyone else, but I don't think I could stay up past midnight and take the bus home after working eight hours all day. I'd better get dressed though, because I can't always be a lazy bum sitting in front of the computer in my bathrobe.

It's days like these when I almost wish I were emo, so I could whine and complain, but be trendy at the same time. But, alas, I am not emo, so when I bitch, it is not artistic or anything. It's really pathetic. So let's sum up my weekend at work as particularly hellacious, because I worked 22 hours and my legs hurt. Oh, and I got a faulty bottle of cleaning fluid during closing on Friday night, and it backfired and sprayed in my eyes. Well, only in one eye at first, so I went and used the eyewash. Then, because I am unlucky (and slightly cursed when it comes to cleaning), I got another bottle that backfired, and got chemicals in the other goddamned eye. And on Saturday I slipped and twisted my ankle, flinging popcorn everywhere. That was actually kind of funny, because my ankle only hurt for a second, and I was sitting on the floor with a bewildered look on my face and popcorn in my hair. Still, there was some good to working this weekend. I made $12 commission every day. $36, baby!

The un-work related stuff this weekend was good too. I dyed my hair after work on Friday!





And after I coloured my gorgeous tresses, David came over with Vanessa, Chelsea, and Chelsea's pseudo-boyfriend whose name escapes me at the moment. All of them seem like quite alot of fun, and the evening was quite lively. We went for Japanese food, and then (after David insisted) to the theatre to see "The Ring." I was glad that I didn't pay $13.50 to see it (one of the perks of working at the theatre!). It wasn't as scary as I had hoped, but it was definitely creepy. The little boy in it had the same glazed-over mentally-unstable look as the kid in "The Sixth Sense", and everytime he said whispered something weird in his monotone voice, I would poke Josh and whisper: "I see dead people." (Incidentally, my supervisor at work said the same thing when he saw the movie.) Anyway, let's just say that after seeing that, I'm glad I don't have a TV (I watch shows through a cable hooked up to one of Josh's old computers), and also that I primarily watch movies on DVD at school. Not that I was scared, but the idea of a drowned girl crawling out of the TV really disturbs me. After David discussed the manga "The Ring" was based on, we headed to Playdium so everyone could play DDR (except me, because my feet hurt from 8 hours of standing at work [and Josh who doesn't like DDR]). While everyone else was revolutionizing the dance dance, Josh and I checked out a simulated rollercoaster ride. Since I've never been on a real rollercoaster (just a cheap simulation at Science World), we're going to go try it one day.

It started raining today. I like the rain, until I realize that once it starts raining, it doesn't stop for a few days. I've been living in the Vancouver area for 18 years, and I never seem to take rainy weather into account. I seem to never have an umbrella. Josh bought us one today, but I should go shopping soon and get one of my own so I don't get soaked waiting for the bus. I hate riding the bus when it's rainy. The bus gets humid and smells like dirty upholstry and rubber, and my motion sickness kicks in.

Also, this week, I need to find somewhere that sells the present I want to get Josh for Christmas, and do laundry. I only have enough clean underwear to last me until the end of the week. So, I can either do laundry or go commando. I don't relish that idea, because what if my fly comes undone? There's a big difference between people seeing my [sarcasm] oh-so-trendy bright pink bikini briefs [/sarcasm] and having my pubes put on display. No, thank you.