Disclaimer: I love my mother. I do not, however, love the demoness who would quite literally white wash the apartment twice if she thought she could get it past me.
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Obsessive freaking compulsive much?
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Dear winter. Die in a fucking fire.
It was officially spring 4 days ago (should have been 3, but someone decided it was on the 20th this year instead. Buh?). There should, therefore, not be fucking snow on my fucking front fucking lawn. Evicted is you.
Fuck you kindly,
MePS: I’d love to introduce anyone who still thinks global warming is an issue to one of the nearby half my size snowbanks that seem to have kind of cropped up. just pick a time and place.
PPS: Today’s high was supposed to be -3. 1: it’s March; bring on the above fucking 0, and 2: Environment Canada disagrees with your forecast. You fail at life.
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And 4 makes too damn many.
We went in to visit with my grandparents this afternoon. ‘Cuz, you know, it’s that whole Easter thing so it’s sort of expected. And inside of about 15 minutes, cousins started showing up. With kids. Under 6. Now, personally I love kids. Just… not those ones. They were bouncing off all 4 walls and the cieling when they got there. And it didn’t get any better when the chocolate came out. It was still rather enjoyable all things considered, just whatever conversation it is you’re trying to start up, you may want to be sitting within whispering range of the person(s) you’re aiming at if you expect it to be heard over the underlings. I don’t think I’ve seen that many kids crammed into that house since I used to be one of them. Freakin’ crazy. Ah well, it goes to confirming what I already decided. If ever I end up losing my mind and not being single, kids are optional. Must have car. Hey, I don’t ask much. Just if some chick’s gonna convince me that’s a good idea, it’d be nice to not take an hour and a half or so to get to work. Just call it fringe benefits of the relationship. Or something.
… Okay I’ve managed yet again to go just a little tiny bit off track. Short version: visit with grandparents good. That many kids and that much junk food bad. If I had to stay with ’em for an extended period of time while I was here, I’d probably be begging to go back to Ottawa for my real vacation. And yes, there is a difference between the family vacation and the real one. One of these days I’ll explain, though at least one of the 2.5 people who actually read this thing probably won’t require it. You knows who you is.
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Oh my. Why am I still here?
We have way more people waiting for calls than we do calls coming in. I get off in 11 minutes. I have requested to be released early. Yet, I am still here, doing that bored thing where I kinda sit here and brows for thingies to read in order to prevent falling asleep. There is suckitude afoot.
Update: Before I even hit post, I got a call that lasted all of about 45 seconds. Not long enough to be useful, but long enough that I’m now at the bottom of the list again. Hm, so maybe it was useful after all.
Update 2: I’m gone. People who have reason to get a hold of me have means to do so. Everyone else, well, not my problem. I can haz go time!
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Things of much randomness.
I believe this just may be the most I’ve posted in one day to either of my incarnations of this here blog. And just about all of them will be equally filled with substance.
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It’s official. The filesharing community as a whole despises me. My search for season 2 of andromeda continues. My protest of the fact all the versions of said season I’ve been able to track down thus far have either been incomplete with no one seeding it, or complete and completely unplayable. Pisses me off.
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One of my coworkers thought he’d stop by my desk earlier and point out completely at random that they’re calling for about 6 more weeks of winter. I guess he doesn’t read my LJ; I already called out the moron who made that prediction. step outside, *then* tell me global warming’s a problem. I dare you. Well, okay, I dare you as long as you aren’t sheyrena. 😉
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Crap. Ottawa plays tonight. Getting out of the city after about 5:30 is going to do some serious sucking. Bleh.
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I had something else to say. It has escaped me. Must have been a lie… I got nothin’.
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Freezing one’s ass off is never cool. And, WTF?
I’ve decided to be all organized like. So I’ll combine my two rants into one entry, neatly clipped off behind cuts. Because occasionally, I do things that make sense.
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I wonder if they’ll let me leave early…
It’s 20 minutes to 10. There are 24 people waiting for calls. I’ve taken a grand total of 2 and I’ve been here an hour. Perhaps the smart decision would be to push for an early release if this keeps up… considering until Wednesday evening I was scheduled off today. They’re lucky I still like my job…
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It’s official. I am an idiot.
I logged into an old LJ of mine for the first time in like 4 years 2 weeks ago, for the sole purpose of deleting it. In a momentary flash of brilliance, I ended up accidentally coming to the new one, and logging into the old account. And then subsequently trying to go to my new LJ’s friends page. Now, like a good little piece of half decently coded software should, LJ told me it’d been deleted. Except I was… just.. using it. The light comes on. I suck.
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Apparently I’m in Pembroke after all.
As evidenced by the fact I’m sitting at my parents’ computer right now, half browsing my flist. Probably be the only time I can do that all weekend. So no one’s allowed to post anything interesting ’til Monday. 😛
And apparently said parentals are no longer on dial-up. Shortly after I moved out it was decided they didn’t need/want/care about DSL anymore. They learned quickly, so it would seem. See what happens when you don’t listen to your techy children? It comes back to bite. Hard. And now, I go back to browsing my flist before supper.
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Some people will just never listen.
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