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merely talk

rantings and ravings with little cohesion and plenty of pretension

 

I'm outta here!

Hey guys,

I'm off for the weekend, heading a bit out of town for some cabin-y good times.

You may not notice much of a difference, cause it's not like I update this thing that much, but if you email me and I don't get back to you, this is why.

Later!

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Messed up video.

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Wishful Thinking instead of Sleeping

I wish I was rich.

Or alternatively I wish I had some clue as to where I’ll be or what I’ll be doing after I finish school in December. It’s a lot harder to buy things when you remind yourself there’s a real chance you’re going to have to pack it all up and move it in a few short months. I mean I may stay in Edmonchuck or I may be moving back to BC or maybe I’ll just chuck it all and go live in Edinburgh, and I’m not even sure how I’m going to deal with the stuff I own then, let alone a whole bunch of pretty, pretty new things.

Sigh, I’ve been torturing myself. I’ve spent the last hour or so surfing around amazon.ca (which is always, always a mistake) and adding a whole bunch of lovely books to my wish list. Books I want to buy. Books I want to sit on my shelf and look pretty. And hey a few books I even want to read.

Oh who am I kidding, I want to read all of them. I want there to be enough hours in they day, enough hours in my life, to read every single one of the books on my amazon wishlist. It was a sad day when I realized that I would not be able to read all the books I want to in my life time. At some point I have to do other things, like eat, or work to support my habit, or socialize. And there are so very many books I want to read, or feel like I should read, or am forced to read by evil totalitarian professors, and that’s not even including all the books I want to re-read a few more times before my death.

But I’m poor-ish right now. And I’m trying to save some money for the drop in income come September. And I want to go explore some part of the world after schools done, and that’s going to cost. And so will moving. And God knows how long I’ll be unemployed once I get my shiny new degree. So I really can’t justify buying some brand spanking new books on line. Especially when I work in a book store that gives me a pretty little discount.

But these facts doesn’t stop me from wanting to drop $200 on books tonight. Fabulous books, smartly written and with cleverly designed covers. Books recommended by friends, co-workers and customers, or books whose little plot write ups intrigue me. Or books amazon says I’m going to like. Sigh….how does a person become independently wealthy?

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Lil' Bean


Okay. I'm annoyed.

Yesterday I wrote a lovely long post about how happy I've been lately, how I'd had a lovely two days off from work, and about how productive I had been (cleaning, tending to my garden, cooking some very tasty food). And then my internet went down, and I wasn't able to publish it. And blogger doesn't let you copy your posts, for some reason. And since I had to reboot my computer it was lost.

Which I guess in the end serves me right for writing about being happy. Something had to happen to make me annoyed. Grrr.To be fair though. The whole thing didn't really bug me to much. The post wasn't a work of genius or anything.

Anyhow, the gist of the genius post that is forever lost is that yesterday I bought a coffee plant, who shall hence be known as 'Bean'. And he is beautiful. The picture is sort of what he looks like. I could take a picture of the actual Bean but I don't have the cord that attaches my camera to the computer. And hence it would do no good for all you lovely internet people. I think the cord got lost in the move, but when I get a new one I swear there will be pictures. Not only of bean but my entire pretty balcony garden, my view, my apartment, and perhaps even of me. Oooooh....

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Lately in the Tessa-verse

I work too much.

I eat too much crap food when I work too much, and as such have put on a few pounds in the last few weeks. (Which makes me sad/angry. Oh body issues, will you ever go away?)

I read Blink by Malcolm Gladwell in a day

I'm almost done a Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by David Eggers.

I've seen some fun movies, gone to some great restaurtants. Went antiquing and found various racially offensive media materials, as well as a phone in a box. Oh and some nice bikes that I still couldn't afford even though they were barely ride-able.

Edmonton is too damn hot.

The Black Dog is a fabuous place to increase a girls self esteem after she's put on a few pounds.

Drunk Tessa and screen doors do not mix well. Especially a drunk Tessa wearing a fedora.

Someone tried to convince me that there were two Moby Dicks. One by Melville, and the real one (about the whale and Ishmeal...) by Charles Dickens. I made them feel silly, which is bad for the book selling business.

I seem to get winked at and called various terms of endearments more than my co-worker Dave. This makes Dave sad. All he wants is love, y'all.

Risk night is this Thursday! Woo!

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