Went to Joe's today for to watch one of the films I need to write about for my Intro to Legal Assisting class... 12 Angry Men. Joe accidentally got the new one (from 1997) instead of the old one from the 50's. It was good anyway, with Jack Lemmon pondering the mysteries of the universe, Ossie Davis bumbling about like a thicko, Tony Danza annoying us with sports metaphors, and George C. Scott bursting a blood vessel. We mistied the hell outta it, as it was v. funny (esp. Scott-- GORGEOUS) tee-hee.
Before I got to his place, went to Pier 1 and got a glass which I might be able to use for that Xmas cactus I have at work, and a small 2003 calendar with vintage photos of Paris. I love Pier 1; a girl could spend loads of money there. Had $200+ with me so it could have been catastrophic but I was strong and only spent $10. Yay me! ( 9:20 PM )
I'm v. surprised how diff. it is to purchase what would at first seem to be an innocuous item: a gas cap for a 1989 Cadillac Eldorado. Try as I might, cannot find one online. Went to Cadillac dealer/garage, did not have one either. Am puzzled, and v. displeased.
Will now have to go to car parts store. Not relishing this. Am going to try to get Joe to come with, as have extra leg on my Y chromosome and cannot relate to car issues as well as no-extra-leg-having human. Drat my marriage breaking up, could have used husband for this issue!
The new bed was indeed hard as a concrete slab. Took some getting used to, as I'm used to a sagging old piece of shit with rib-poking springs. But I woke up this morning without all those aches and pains that had become so familiar. And, there was plenty of room for Edmund and I both, instead of us battling for space and covers like usual. Ahhhhh.
On the down side, the fecking delivery men charged a bloody fortune to move the old bed frame out of the room! Dickheads, as well as gobshites and wankers. Said their "free delivery" only counted toward removal of old *mattresses*, not bedframes as well, and said if we wanted it moved it'd cost $30. Gramma panicked and so ok, and paid them. That sound you hear is me rolling my eyes so mightily the tendons are groaning.
Re: the bed purchase. Am v. happy and at the same time, v. sad. It's my first major purchase here, and is a sizeable one, physically speaking. I have something tying me here now, something preventing me from going back easily.
I guess I always harboured a secret impulse to shove Edmund in his purple cat carrier and drive north. Before this, everything I owned could have been stuffed into my car (v. large trunk, you see). I made a rational reasonable decision that I know is right, but I feel... constricted.
And not even toward going back to Canada, particularly, but going anywhere. I can't just pick up and leave. It's the avoidant part of my dysfunctional personality -- I always have the urge to flee. Before, I had the freedom to choose whether I was staying or going. I chose to stay, not because I had to, but because i wanted to. Now, that's different. ( 2:37 PM )
Finally figured out why my father wasn't returning my calls and emails... he's on his annual cruise with L. D'oh! Here I was wondering if he'd been snacked upon by one of those alligators he's always telling me about when he calls whilst driving the Alley on his way from Sarasota to Miami, and instead he's living la vida loca on a luxury ship. He better have bought me some jewellery to make up for the exhausting pain and suffering I've experienced on his behalf this week. ( 11:29 AM )
Have found interesting and weird page, about Everything. ( 12:09 AM )
Bought new bed tonight-- $650 for a full-size slab o' concrete. Can't wait, I love hard beds, and this is the hardest have ever felt. Will be wonderful on my wreck of a back.
Cannot discern why I brought my mother and grandmother with me, must be v. stupid. They tortured the salesman with idiotic questions. Mom bounced on every bed in the store (EVERY ONE) and Grandma got fixated on the Simmons Beautyrest mattress set which wasn't as firm as I wanted, nor anywhere near what I could afford, but nevertheless she would NOT shut up about it. Knows nothing about mattresses, and yet would nod sagely at every word uttered by the salesman, who didn't seem to me particularly knowledgeable about mattresses nor even the location of his own backside.
While the purchase was going through (0% financing! yay me!) an Indian family came in and huffed impatiently as they waited their turn. The woman was mountainously large-- quite the hugest Indian woman I've ever seen, she must have been 6 feet tall and 350 pounds. In comparison, her (understandably) cowed husband was like Jack Sprat, a wee slip of a fellow who scampered at every crack of her verbal whip.
They were accompanied by their ceaselessly-yabbering devil spawn, who after tiring of jumping his muddy sneakers on the mattresses decided to launch himself at full speed at the plate-glass windows. Care to guess whose fault it would have been had demon child broken a window and had a torrent of glass shower down upon him? Certainly wouldn't be Mountainous Mama or Placid Papa, who sat on a bed in the corner and beamed at their little monkey's crazed antics. No, it would have been Halfwit Dullard the salesman who got in trouble.
Went to dinner at Perkin's afterward, had cream o' potato soup (incredibly good), eggplant and chicken parm mmmmmm with garlic bread, and pecan pie for dessert. There was salad but I can't bear any more lettuce today. No, none of it was on the diet. Stop looking at me that way. ( 10:27 PM )
Am apparently a "violet". Find it funny that they put such a sappy "love is all we need" spin on what amounts to my belief that most people are incredible stupid and need to be led about by the nose-- and I'm just the bitch to do it.
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Am still aggravated about CC not working last night, had to leave sensational bargain (awesome stylish blazer at 70% off) behind and skulk off in disgrace. I feel wronged, as my account is not in arrears-- the only one that isn't. So, I'm puzzled. Buying a new bed set tonight after work, am using chequebook this time so no repeat of last time.
It's lunchtime, I'm holding off eating because I can't bear the idea of eating more freaking salad. Gah.
Quest for Roommate: have sent out 2 emails so far to not-too-odd seeming folk, have received 1 response. Seems like nice middle-aged woman in a house w/ yard, + for Edmund running about but she has cats of her own, - for poss. of Edmund killing them. Rent would be cheap, however. Perhaps some sort of arrangement like a pet door/pet access through the window to my bedroom could be arranged? Will have to wait and see-- might meet her Sunday. ( 12:17 PM )
According to this Personality Disorder Test - Personality Test, I am somewhat at risk for the following:
Paranoid: Moderate
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: High
Antisocial: Moderate
Borderline: Moderate
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: High
Dependent: High
Obsessive-Compulsive: Low
After reading through their descriptions, I find that while I have a few characteristics of Schizotypal, Avoidant, and Dependant disorders but not enough to make me overly worried. Now if only I can get the voices in my head to stop telling me to kill Captain Kangaroo...
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Been thinking about taking up pétanque, that favourite pasttime of the Provençal. Will have to wait until it's warm again, of course, since was too stupid to get off my duff and act before it got too cold, but it'll will give me plenty of time to learn how to actually play. Will need to procure boules, and lots of liquor as recommended by Peter Mayle in A Year in Provence. ( 4:47 PM )
Was talking to guy named Earl Weinberg today, I'm thinking it sounds like a name for a Jewish redneck, as the only men named Earl I ever met have been tobaccy-chawing good ol' boys with gun racks in their pickups and a tattoo of Old Glory* somewhere on their bodies. Am shuddering at the mental image I just got.
* Confederate Flag in case you didn't know. ( 4:23 PM )
Am exceedingly tired of salad. Am v. depressed of idea of being on diet for rest of life, must keep image of thin me in mind at all times as reward for salad-eating. ( 1:58 PM )
It's officially official: USA, or as Goober-In-Chief calls it, 'Murka, is hereby fucked. Without the courtesy of K-Y, either. Senate, House, and Presidency are all now Republican, and Shrub is trying his damnedest to stuff the Supreme Court with like-mindedly conservative justices. Might as well give up calling it 'Murka and just call it the 4th Reich.
Am considering moving back to Canada if things get too gnarly here, but will give 'Murka yet another chance because in spite of Shrub and Asscroft and their liberal (hah!) violations of citizens' rights to privacy and freedom, this is my country, no matter what they do to it. Their time will pass eventually, and when the smoke clears, I want to be here to help rebuild the mess they make of things. ( 12:57 PM )
Joe has convinced me to take the MBTI personality type test, and apparently am an INFJ. What the hell does that mean, you ask? INFJ Profile and see for yourself if it's accurate. ( 10:02 AM )
Just checked bank account online, last cheque finally deposited. Am proud possessor of $890 US. Will be buying new bed ASAP as current one is just one step above sleeping on jagged shards of glass. Am not exaggerating. Current bed also too small for me to share with Edmund, who stretches out excessively, I feel.
Sat for 1st Intro exam last week (83) and 2nd Legal Research exam today. Did not know hardly any answers. Will be needing that extra credit, am thinking-- Joe wants me to pop over to his place to watch the movies I need for my papers but I'm not feeling enthusiastic, as I nearly caused a major accident when I fell asleep at wheel last time. Must research weird sleepy-in-car issue before suffering horrible fiery death.
Tomorrow starts first day coworkers at Cornell, B. has given me a market research assignment. Must do well, want to be hired permanently so as to get raise so as to afford own apartment. Must get car tweaked into shape so as to pass inspection, or am fucked. Have been following diet reasonably well, am eating more than meal plan dictates but I've always been a rebel, baby. Am beginning to truly loathe and despise salad.
Hopeful that D. sent my sweaters and winter garb, as am v. cold at work and school. Next event is 100 Minutes' War and expect it to be v. cold there as well, do not fancy idea of turning blue as I teach Chaucerian English. Forgot to tell D. to send along my Marie de France books, as am planning to resume translations for publication in Mudpuppy. ( 12:41 AM )
This is my first post to my new blog. Had others, but they were whiny because of crappy sitch up in Canada. I've started afresh down here in NJ and "needed" to reflect that in bloggage. Which, incidentally, sounds an awful lot like constipation.
Found the list on left of "get to know me" things on friend's blog, have appropriated for own use as am v. lazy. Enjoy.
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