Someone said it first in a song

Best Exam Shirt Ever

good for working up the courage

Nipping into... life and things nice

A friend laughed when I said I thought playing in the snow was as important as studying for exams - it's a glorious day, white and crisp and clean, with big fat flakes falling, and a cold bite to the air - he asked if I was mortgaging my future to pay for the present. But why save the nice stuff for the future if you don't take the time to enjoy it when it comes? The future is now, as well as later. Yes, exams are important. But so is snow. And they both happen every year.

Season and Sensation

It's time for the christmas diet once again. Clementines, cookies, chocolate, and juice. (Cranberry juice, if I wish for a diet especially high in Cs. With the possible additions of cake, coffee, cabbages, and carrots.)
I also smell like a christmas tree every time I take a shower because of handling so many evergreens.
sigh...
:)

5 Nice Things About Today

1. It snowed!
2. I found a scientist who argued for the inclusion of emotion and motivation into the equation when we create our account of human thought. "When considering this question from an evolutionary perspective, we are forced to recognize that complex human behavior has co-evolved over time with the organism as a whole. The brain and its functions have been shaped by bodily needs and cultural rules that are quite independent of the rules of logic. The evolutionary perspective therefore suggests that it is impossible to equate "thinking" with reason. ... How we feel about what we think about and how this fits into our shifting hierarchy of desires determine the outcome of our mental activity at least as much as logic does." ~Csikszentmihalyi. *wild applause*
3. I saw a squirrel make an exquisitely graceful and effortless leap from sidewalk to garden wall. Poetry in motion.
4. A kid in the subway station was spinning with a knapsack in each hand, letting their momentum take him round and round.
5. I keep smiling. I don't think I've stopped in an hour. I feel filled with excitement and love.

Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep

Sometimes I feel like there are too many people thinking life's no good around me (sometimes even me) and what kind of talk is that?? Life is lovely!

5 Nice Things I Noticed Today:
1. Two of my profs said that missing two weeks of their courses to go teach in Hawaii was a wonderful opportunity for me.
2. My sister's hair flowed down over her shoulder like a incredibly long golden wave. Like princess hair.
3. My sister brought home chocolate covered cookies.
4. I listened to Robbie Williams singing "My Way" live at the Albert Hall, and at the end he says "Mum. This is your son singing! I love you!"
5. Motion Perception is predictive, and we perceive things slightly ahead of where they actually are. Which means we are seeing into the future all the time.

Logic, of a sort.

my toaster oven is confused. The upside down stop makes it go.

Graffiti Mantra

excellent to say in times of stress.

Think Before You Speak

I really like this campaign. A pet peeve of mine, admirably expressed.

Interesting things I learned while studying:

A lateral line is a gland on the side of a fish that measures pressure.
At rest humans give off about the same amount of warmth as a hundred watt bulb.
So dancing, I'm probably about half a kettle.
So two people dancing could probably give off enough heat to make a cup of tea. If they didn't sweat... and danced really close... with the tea inbetween them... and didn't spill it.

Dance of Dignity and Disinterest

I get annoyed with palpable disinterest. I have slighter and smaller objections to forthright rudeness. "I don't like you, please stop talking to me." hurts my feelings, yes, but at least I know where I stand. The dance of one word answers frustrates me and makes my blood boil. Because it puts me in a bind. As I see it, my options are:
a) civilly ask the person outright what the hell is going on. Unfortunately, this makes me sound a little paranoid and needy.
b) get mad at the person and call them out for being so cowardly rude. Unfortunately, this makes me seem somewhat psycho.
c) ignore the person, dismiss them from my mind and never contact them again. Unfortunately this means I may be unwarrantably discarding a valuable friendship.
Surely there is an better option: d)?
Another thought occurs to me which is try c) and if they never contact me again, they weren't a friend to begin with and so their loss from my life is no loss.
I must walk this thought into my brain more firmly.

Slight of Hand

Some sad sob story I am,
Soaked and used by some slick sam.
The trouble is I fall for scoundrels,
I applaud their every trick,
even when I'm left with the linty end of the lollipop stick.
Like magicians, I watch in wonder
As they hold the queen of hearts
Vanishing the cards that were on the table,
'Till the reality of the world seems unstable,
I admire them with a beating heart.

nuit blanche

A sleepless night of wandering about looking at artwork. Some of my favorite things weren't the installments but the people going by. Mimes on bicycles, ghosts dancing on street corners, a brigade of clowns in crinolines, and zombies with blood on their faces that had wandered from their latest kill.
Here's the ghost:




and a few other pictures:






(everyone who went through this doorway vanished. It was very odd...)

The man in the black jacket had arrived from Manitoba that day, with no idea of what nuit blanche was, or that it was happening, so he was wandering in wonder in a city filled with art work. What a beautiful coincidence.

HOW TO FIT A BRA

Ladies, and Gents for your ladies, pay attention.

1. The number in the bra size is the measurement around your rib cage. ie, 28, 34, 38...

2. The letter in the bra size is the size of the boob cup. The cup size changes with the rib cage size, so the cup on a 34C is equivalent to the cup of a 36B.
If the cup fit you before, and you go down a ribcage size, go up a cup size. ie, 32C --> 30D
If the cup fit you before, and you go up a ribcage size, go down a cup size. ie, 36C --> 38B

3. The back of the bra should go straight across your back. If it is being pulled up on an angle it is too big for you. Get a smaller rib cage size. ie, if you are normally 34, get a 32

4. The bra should fit at the loosest clasp when it is new, so that as the fabric stretches out it, you can continue to adjust it to fit you. If it does not, get a smaller rib cage size.

5. If your bra has underwire the metal part that curves up between your breasts should be resting against your ribcage. If it is gapping, you need a bigger cup size. ie, 30C-->30D

6. Your breasts should fit neatly in the cups. If your boobs are spilling over slightly like a muffin topping (even if it's doing it by the end of the day, and wasn't when you first put the bra on) get a bigger cup size. ie, 34E -->34F
If the cloth is gapping, get a smaller cup size. ie, 38B-->38A

7. A lot of ladies have one breast that is slightly bigger. Your bra should be able to accommodate your fuller size while meeting all of the requirements above.

If your size is not one that is made in the usual one-size-doesn't-fit-everybody it can be a real pain in the ass to find bras that fit you. But they exist! Look your size up on the internet, or go to a fancy bra store. To have a bra that fits is totally worth it, it is HEAVEN.

time has been scrunched

Oh my, does it seem a little early to anyone else that the big pine tree in the park has christmas lights up already?
All seasons will now happen at once.

puddle-luscious

I saw something fabulous today. It was a very small child standing in front of a very deep puddle. She was in a bright red raincoat and boots, and her mummy was imploring, "No, don't jump in there. Those aren't the right boots for it..."
"Come on, go around," her mummy's friend chimed in, "If you don't, the water will soak right through your boots and your feet will get all wet."
"And then you won't be able to wear those boots again." Her mummy added.
The girl remained staring solemnly at the puddle.
Her mummy caught my eye as I stood watching and laughed, narrating, "Will she go to the side of good? or to the side of evil?"
After a while her mummy said "Do you want to put on your shoes and jump in the puddle?"
and a very small voice said " 'es."

Creepy the Creepy Creepster

I dislike creepy people. A man grabbed me today, told me he belonged to Alcoholics Anonymous, and then followed me into the library. The conversation went something like this:
Him: "Let me take you out for coffee."
Me: "No thank you."
Him: "Then let me give you my phone number, and I'll take you out later."
Me: "But I probably won't call you."
Him: "Why not?"
Me: "I don't like the telephone." (This is not a lie. I'm not a huge fan. I try not to lie.)
Him: "Well then I'll wait for you outside by the tree and I can take you out for coffee when you leave. I don't have anything I need to do today."
Me: "What a shame! Why not?" (bright sunny smile)
Him (stroking my face): "You have a nice smile"
(did I mention creepy? creepy.)
Me: "Thank you. I don't go out with people I don't know."
Him: "Then how will you get to know me?"
Me: "Well, I probably won't"
Him: "Don't you like making friends?"
Me: "I don't make friends with people I don't know."
Him: "You don't like making friends?"
Me: "Not to people I don't know."
Him: "Here." (he grabs a paper and writes down his number) "Don't throw it out. After all you never know."
Me: (raises eyebrows)
Him: "After all, you're not married yet."
Me: "No. Not yet."
Him: "Goodbye."
After he left I slunk down in a library chair and read my book and snuck squares of chocolate into my mouth from my bag. For ages, in case he decided to carry out his threat of waiting for me by the tree.
Less persistent than some, less easily dissuaded than others. In all respects, entirely distasteful.

talents (and other things) revealed!

I had a lovely visit to the beach today. Mainly uneventful, except when I pulled on the string of my bikini bottom and accidentally mooned as much of the beach as happened to be looking that way at the moment.
I am a genius at creating silly mistakes.

Who Uses Words Like That?

My breasts have been rather overenthusiastic lately. They may be growing or some such, but in any case it is rather annoying. However, it did lead me to say (to myself, in my head), a phrase which made me laugh for a good five minutes (at myself, in my head). It was this "Hello my jubblies, how are you doing? Still in your hot mama casings?"

***
only a few days later I thought of them as my gargantuan mammary glands. I am euphemistically enthusiastic.

Suit and Suitability

This is a past list I made when I was an office lackey in a suit and tie workplace.

Things I do to keep up the dignity of the workplace:
1. Eat ice cream in a cone at my desk
2. sit cross legged
3. take my shoes off
4. decorate my desk with kinder egg toys wearing paper pirate hats
5. Dance to music only I can hear on my ipod

Easter Egg Hunt of the World

I don't have the energy to be happy all the time. I like being happy, it's fun, it's enjoyable, makes me smile, makes other people smile, all that good stuff, but let's face it - it's work. It takes energy to notice all the good stuff nestled around me, sunlight on the leaves, small pebbles that glint like jewels, squishy tar in the middle of the road in the summer - the wonderful easter egg hunt of the world. It takes energy to let go of all the things I would be better off forgetting, of all the things I cannot make happen and cannot control.

prayer on a bad day

Thirst,
like no other on earth;
to be loved for who I am.
Not a ticker tape parade,
for another false facade.

fidelity

I keep thinking I should turn this into a haiku, but I'm not sure how. I record it for prosperity :)

I'm no second Romeo
I still love Rosalind
although I met Juliet

good morning

This morning, half asleep, I was thinking about the french word for purring, and how nicely it fit the sound, when an airplane flew overhead, and for a moment I thought the sky was purring.

Heaving Landscapes

florists
lift weights
carrying the earth upon their shoulders;
atlas
heaving landscapes.

death by attrition

when are you going to admit you love me, or admit you're dating other guys, girls, whatever. This waiting is like dying a little bit everyday. I want someone to come home to, and the only someone I can imagine is you.

spring in a flower store

a profusion of
blossoms, this season, pansies
last season dark bulbs

blissful wishful

I like watching romantic comedies, because I want to believe that after all this mess and hardship, life has happy endings.

Second Cup Studying

In the coffee shop
Windows into other lives
Opened eavesdropping.

Guide to Procrastination

1. Wake up and simultaneously realize it is a beautiful day and you have to study.
2. Get dressed while imitating a beatnik and declaring poetry that you make up as you go along.
3. Tidy the garden in the irresistible sunshine.
4. WORK. (for an hour or two)
5. make lunch :)
6. Move all your stuff outside so that you can work while lying in the sun.
7. Fall asleep.
...we shall see what happens next. I think it might be time to make cookies next, for motivational and energizing purposes.

mental notes

"have you cake and eat it too" - quite frankly I'd be perturbed (and possibly delighted) to be able to eat cake I didn't have.

Flickr Game

to play, go to Flikr, type in your answer to each question and pick your favorite photo....
My name Is:

My relationship status is:

My favorite colour is:

My celebrity crush is:

I am listening to:

My Favorite Disney Princess is:

When I grow up I want to be:

dazzlebug

I decided to photograph the magnetic poetry on my fridge before I dismantle it.

the advice of strangers

very pleasing compliments:

Your legs are pure.
You owned that dance floor.
I like your brain (as I walked past reading).
You bare an amazing resemblance to the baby dragon in the princess and the dragon stories.
You remind me of Amelie.


Favorite random comment:

Do you sleep on a bed of nails too?

lonely

More fool me, to think you might have missed me.

birthday walk

more photos here.

What to do with anger?

I need a motorcycle, a long stretch of road, and a death wish. Half way there, not bad.

the underpants dilemma

Why is it that I own all these beautiful underpants (lacy boy shorts, see-through ones with ribbon, ones with sharks and penguins) and no-one to see them or appreciate them? It does seem like such a waste...