the cooking rant

I hate to cook.

I don't mean hate to cook as in oh it's so annoying. No. I hate to cook. There is NOTHING relaxing or enjoyable about cooking. I mean you have to time everything so that everything is done at the same time, you have to chop and cut and dice and mince and have hot oil spluttering in a pan. You need to make sure nothing ever boils over, or gets burned or most importantly that nothing catches on fire or blows up (I like having 2 eyebrows). Then you need spices and seasoning (not that I can ever taste them), presentation on a plate. And then of course there are the dishes.

What exactly is enjoyable about cooking? The food afterwards? Not really. I don't love food that much.

the writing update

i have just finished my chapter 3. It's not very long - not quite 5 pages, but it took me forever, and i have to say that i really do like it. i'm happy.

i have the first 2 pages of chapter 4 written already, but i think i need to make up an outline as to what is going to happen...

and that is this writing update. back to the news room.

MIA

I lost a contact in my eye this morning. I know who does that? It's just going to float around in my eyeball, and who knows maybe it'll end up in my brain or something. That could be interesting.

Yesterday was not that great of a day for me. I'm rediscovering that sometimes it is very hard to keep yourself together all the time. I mean sometimes things just get to you and you need to flip out. Sometimes it feels so good to get angry and let it out.

Yesterday I also went make to the doc about the anomaly in my foot (that as a friend said could really be an alien or something in my foot, and I mean it could be for all anyone knows), and now I have to get a CT scan. I don't know when it is yet because the doctor is making the appt but apparently they say come and you go running for these kind of appts.

At the moment I am sitting around in shorts and a bra drinking a cup of tea. I am sitting this way because for one it is hot, and for another I can't decide what top I want to wear today. And no I can't stop drinking tea - I NEED IT.

Today I feel like I want to go MIA. Just kind of go off the map, disappear for a bit and then come back with a crazy story about how I discovered an underground tunnel system in Kingston that led me all the way to Ottawa, where a boat was waiting for me on the St. Lawrence River which I took out onto open seas where I got shipwrecked (cause let's face it I can't drive a boat) and then rescued by dolphins, who dropped me off at PEI where I had tea with Anne of Green Gables (that would be cool) who then suggested I go to NFLD since it's so close by, and there I became a fisherwoman until I got tired of fish and then decided to come back to Kingston again.

If you don't hear from me in a couple of days, you now know why.

high time

well i suppose it's high time for another post. and it's going to be in list form cause a) i want to write it that way and b) i'm lazy

1. I'm hot. I know eh? Who would have thought that I would ever be hot, but nevertheless it is true.

2. I have about 20 pages left to read in the book that I need to read for class that hasn't started yet. So I'm going to finish that and maybe write the wanna be paper (2-3 pages double space is such a waste of time) today.

3. I'm curling up with a movie at some point today. I rented 3.

4. The writing goes, though going slowly. I have 2 pages of chapter 3 and 2 pages of chapter 4 done. I just need to now stop talking about them and finish them.

5. I seriously am getting addicted to Starbucks ... if i wasn't already ...

6. I enjoy how life is great one moment and shitty the next. keeps me on my toes :)

the curtain and the wind

The window was open and the curtain kept getting sucked up against the screen, as if it were no longer content to simply just hang there on the rod, but instead wanted to fly. The wing egged it on - knowing that even if the curtain couldn't fly, it - the wind - would be able to keep it afloat.

The wind blew harder, but it didn't change the fact that the screen was still in place, separating one from the other, keeping the curtain in it's rightful place, as if admonishing the curtain of its dreams because as the screen told the curtain, "curtains do not fly."

The wind wasn't strong enough at the moment to break the screen and take the curtain, so the wind and curtain could only stare at each other and slightly touch. The wind saw how sad that the curtain had become and blew as hard as it could into the room causing the curtain to stretch out and lift away from the window.

The curtain laughed with pure delight as the wind decided, "for now, this is how you'll fly."

x-rays and updates and thoughts

I don't really have anything creative to say in the post so I think I might just give an update about me.

I got x-rays today because my foot has been swollen and sore for 2 and a half weeks and I finally decided to go in and see the doc about it. I have to go back in a week to see what the x-rays say. That I have to admit was the most unordinary thing that happened in my day today.

I'm playing this old-school game that I can't remember the name of on my computer and I think I'm doing pretty good. The problem is that I'm not quite sure where I'm suppose to go next. And I think I might have missed something in the Cathedral.

I'm reading this book called Naamah's Kiss. It's the 7th book in this series by Jacqueline Carey and it's completely wicked. I only have about 100 pages left so I'm going to finish it tonight.

I've started writing my chapter 3 but it's slow going because in this chapter I have to create the entire history the world that I have created and also the customs and beliefs of different races. Don't get me wrong I'll do it and it'll be awesome it's just going to take a bit until I can get everything straightened out in my head.

I have homework to do for teacher's college that hasn't started yet I might add, and while I have bought the book (step one), I haven't actually started reading it yet (step two lol)

I'm looking at changing the world during the month of August and the rest of July and I need some ideas. I basically need a project...I'll keep you posted on this line of thought

sleep is elusive.

2:00 4:22 6:30

I have this thing with sleeping where I usually wake up once or twice a night. Normally, when this happens I usually simply roll over and go back to sleep no problem. Sometimes, however, i wake up and the minutes just tick on by as i lay there not able to sleep, and when i finally do, it only serves to happen again an hour or two down the road.

this is what has been happening to me for the past couple of nights. The interesting thing about this though is that for the past couple of nights I've been waking up at:

2:00 am.

4:22 am.

6:30 am.

Yeah that's right 4:22.

so you know, i wake up, lie there, a half an hour passes, caterpillars turn into butterflies then i fall asleep again only to be woken up less than 2 hours later for it to happen again.

it's weird. i don't like it. i really hate 4:22 am.

the badlands story

i feel like story telling this morning:

Every summer since I was about 8 or 9 my family and I would go on vacation. Sounds normal. Only instead of jetting around the world, or going camping or going to Disney Land we would pack our car and drive to one of the coasts of Canada. Our first trip was out east and we went to PEI. The second trip was out West and I think we only went to Alberta. The year after that we went out east again going as far as Newfoundland. The year after that out west to BC. We drove to Alaska and back one year (that took us 6 weeks), and another year we went to Labrador. You get the point.

I've been to both coasts at least 3 times each and done some cool things like whale watching for orcas and humpbacks, panning for gold in the Yukon, been to Drumheller Alberta to see the dinosaurs, been to L'Anse aux Meadows to see where the Vikings first landed etc. Random, cool, weird, slightly crazy stuff.

One of the craziest things that happened to me though was when I fell down a badland in South Dakota.

Now you're saying, wait wait wait, South Dakota is not in Canada. And you would be right, sometmes on our vacations we would drive through Canada one way and drive through the States on the way back or vise versa.

Thus, on one particularly fine day we found ourselves in the badlands of South Dakota. I was maybe 12 and my brother was 8. When 8 year old boys see rocks and hills what do they want to do? Climb them.

We were on a boardwalk path and my dad, my brother and I left the path to climb on the rocks/badland that were beside the path. Yes there were signs saying DO NOT CLIMB. But yeah, we did it anyway.

So we're climbing along, none of us in running shoes, but in sandles, when suddenly I slip. I start to slide backwards. I try to grab onto something to stop myself from falling, but it's loose gravel i'm trying to grab onto. I slide backwards some more. I scramble and finally find something to hold onto. I stop moving.

This happens within 3 seconds.

My dad then falls and slides backwards. He topples over me and ends up behind me. He's able to stop himself from falling further.

Then

my brother falls. He slides right by me, and right between my dad's legs. My dad grabs the back of his shirt to stop him from falling and going right over the edge where when I look I can see green far far below. The drop must have been about 200 feet.

My dad looked at me and said CLIMB. So i start moving. Within a minute we're all up where we started and we can see my mom, who had climbed over the rail of the path because we had toppled out of her view. She thought we might have been dead.

We all get back over to the walkway. We all have a few scrapes but for some reason i'm in the worst shape, I have 2 massive scrapes/cuts running from my wrist to elbow on both of my outter arms, and my knees are lacking some skin.

I hated the badlands after that. We never climbed where it told us "do not climb" again and yes, I realize we should have obeyed the sign to begin with. I think this is why I'm slightly afraid of heights. I can still see that patch of green 200 feet + below me everytime I hear the word badlands.