It's SNOWING! I love snow!

I finally saw LotR on Sunday night! Amazing! Josh came with me, and before the show started we went to the candy store, and he ended up spending almost as much on candy as I had spent on our tickets and popcorn and drink. Now we've got like, five pounds of candy on my desk.

Also, since I didn't go see a doctor or the first aid attendant at work (we have a first aid attendant?) I don't get WCB coverage. Crappy deal. I didn't go see the doctor, because even though the injury was bad enough to keep me from work, it wasn't bad enough for me to want to stumble to a clinic and wait two hours for a doctor to say: "Yup, your ankle is twisted and a little swollen, all right." I'm back at work tonight, but only for four hours, so it's all good. And I'm one of the only idiots who forgot to request Christmas day off, so tomorrow I get to deal with all of the idiots who drag their kids to the theatre on Christmas (according to Weyme, a girl who is in one of my classes, and works for the theatre in Langley).

Anyway, have to get dressed and go pick up my new glasses. Go clear vision!

Once again, the laws of situational irony have foiled my plans. Remember a few weeks ago, when I sprained my ankle, and said that I wished I had hurt it at work? Yes. Well, last night I slipped, and hurt my ankle (the same one) at work. I had to fill out a WCB form, and had my shift tonight cancelled. Meaning: Even though I had all day off, it would be totally inappropriate to go in to see LotR (which I had been planning to see before my shift). Josh and I were thinking of going to the theatre on the other side of the mall (where they don't know me) but the latest showing they had there was 8:00, and they were already sold out. Josh is already asleep now, so there's no chance of seeing the late show at the theatre where I work (I'd go incognito as Anastasia Beaverhousen), but I can wait until tomorrow.

Whoever organizes fate and karma needs to get their priorities straight and stop picking on my poor ankle. The Powers That Be should be doing useful things, like shooting lightning bolts at the genitalia of pedophiles, and breaking the glasses of the creepy old guys on the bus who leer at me when I'm by myself. I guess this must be some sort of Karmic payback for the times I've accidentally kicked Josh where no man should ever be kicked. Still, I've sprained and twisted my ankle more times than Josh has been kicked (only twice) and I've had it happen fairly frequently before I even met him. Therefore, the Fates must enjoy watching me hobble my lame ass around without the aid of crutches (since I'm clumsy, I do more damage with them than without them).

This kind of makes up for the fact that I haven't seen LotR yet:The table and chairs set that Josh and I ordered finally came today (after great delay and hassle). It really fills up the place, and now we have somewhere to sit! I think our next purchase is going to be a futon, so there's somewhere comfy to sit/lay in front of our faux TV.

I can't wait for Christmas break. However, because my instructors appear to be workaholics, I still have classes on Monday. I really don't care about my 11:30 am class, that's only two hours off the beginning of my day. What I do care about is my evening class that is four and a half hours long and goes until 11:30 pm. That is brutal, and by the time my break starts, nothing will be open, and all I can do is take the bus home and go to sleep. Did I also mention that I'm working on Christmas Day? I'm looking forward to the $12 an hour, but jeez, why can't my work be like a normal work and be closed? I know that North America is multicultural and that those who don't celebrate Christmas should be able to go on with their lives as planned (every Christmas I wish things would be open) but if it means I have to work...let's just say that the world can stop for one day. Coincidentally, today is Winter Solstice and due to my "injury" I have some sort of a holiday off. So I can't really complain.

I am so disappointed. I had to miss LotR tonight because my stomach hurts like I've been drinking Mexican water or something. However, Josh was very understanding, and brought me home, thereby missing the movie. He's going to take me to see it this weekend, which (almost) makes up for not seeing it tonight.

Oh, I forgot to mention that even though I detest the idea of staying late at work because of LotR, I can't wait to see it on Thursday night. Thursday is going to be a good day, because I have my three easiest classes, I get my paycheque, and I get to see LotR for a small monetary donation to the food bank.

I'm also happy because on the last assignment I handed in for my film techniques and linear editing course, I got an A. (On the last 3 group assignments, I got two A's and a B, but I'm super proud of the A I achieved all by myself).

On another good note, I was wandering around the mall today, and decided to go into Le Chateau just for the hell of it. I had been kind of aimlessly looking at pants all day, and thought I'd look there. That was unusual for me, because I generally steer clear of that store, due to the fact most of their pants are made for girls shaped like stick bugs and praying mantises with spindly legs. Anyway, I was flipping through a rack of jeans that were on sale, and I came across a pair of 11/12 that looked a bit big, and curvy in the bottom, so I tried them on. And they were too big! So I grabbed a 9/10, and they fit just right! I remember a time when a 13/14 wouldn't come up past mid-thigh! I feel so happy that the exercise and food moderation helped alot. Now I can walk into regular stores and try on nearly whatever I want. The only drawback to losing weight is that I went down a cup size from a C to a B, and am now an official member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. As a member, most of the bras in my size appear to be padded unnaturally. As Josh put it, "Your breasts look massive!" Still, I have nice bras, and was even able to buy cute underwear from La Senza (it's their biggest size, but I don't care).

Anyway, time to get out of my lounging clothes, and go to work. At least the torrent of rain has somewhat calmed down.

I wish that it would stop raining for just a little while, so I don't get drenched waiting for the bus.

Tonight I have a five hour shift at work, but I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll have to stay later than midnight, because I've been hearing rumors that there's going to be a 12:01 screening of LotR, and we aren't allowed to start closing the snack bar until 15 minutes after the last show starts. In mathematical terms: Last show @ 12:01 + Closing at 12:16 + Last bus leaves at 12:20 = Angry Erin walking home @ 1:00. It's not that I don't like work, it's that I don't like working late and having to walk home by myself.

I just checked the website, and there is a 12:01 showing. Seriously, I hope that I get sent home at my scheduled time. If not, I'm going to have to call Josh and pester him until he comes out to meet me. Still, since this is the first showing of LotR, the theatre is going to be packed, and I'll hopefully make commission tonight. The extra money would be greatly appreciated, seeing as I'm going to have a small paycheque due to the ankle incident a few weeks ago. The damn thing is still swollen, and hurts like a bitch when I first get up in the morning, but at least it's not purple any more. I had nightmares when it was all purple, I thought that I'd have to get my foot cut off. That was all due to a lovely little short story Ayrton brought to Creative Writing class last year. It was by Stephen King (which should tell you something about the morbidity factor), and the main character was a guy who got stranded on a desert island after a plane crash, broke his ankle, amputated his own foot while high on crack that he was trafficking overseas, and then ate it because there was no food on the island (he went on to cannabalise other parts of his body, but that's neither here nor there). This was what planted that thought in my head, and I would wake up in the night, just to make sure that I was safe in my own bed, not in the hospital waking up from anasthesia and missing a foot. I think that I only thought this because the description of the foot in the story was a perfect match to my foot, but was I ever glad when the bruises faded.