2005-01-05 - 3:57 p.m.

I am at this very moment undergoing quite possibly the most nail-biting and trying moment of this past week*. I've dedicated my afternoon to sitting on my butt hitting the Reload button on my Firefox browser in order to get the lowest-scale ticket price I can (while intermittently sending out e-mails and correcting SmileyGuy's grammar on his replies: I am a dork). iTunes are all that will save me.

*Which is slightly bullshit, as my week's been kinda all over the emotional map:
1) haven't had the cash to make it to yoga (mom's getting it to me on Thursday) so I've been practicing at home without adjustments and without the energy of a class, which is weird;
2) starting a fast this weekend, so I'm slowly cutting out the carbs in preparation (except for the dinner at Olive Garden on Monday, of course! hooray for birthdays and friends who are WAY older than me!);
3) had WAY too much (amazing) baby time on monday as well as a touch of the flu, which made me really, really tired;
4) DL was crazy-busy the other morning;
5) and i'm really strangely (for me) going through a slight touch of Mandolin-Boy withdrawal, after having spent so much time with him over the holidays...
but since I've always been one for absolutes and overstatements, we'll say ticket sales are the worst EVER... or at least the worst moment of consumerism of the past week. Yeah, there we go.

I can't decide if it's faster to open 5 screens at once and race them to the checkout screen (like splitting the family between lines at the grocery store!), if i should just keep reloading every 5 minutes when the screen doesn't change, or if I should (try to) be patient and just walk away from the screen for a half hour while it does its magick. Damn internet.

I've been at it for nearly an hour now. This is ridiculous. So, onto other thought trains while I wait impatiently...

Xmas Update

The turkey was, in fact, free range, but the bacon strips on top of it and the sausage in the stuffing were not. So, no turkey for me. The cranberries came out of a can. But all in all, the rest of the dinner was stupendous.

Weirdest present ever: this piece of kitchenware. I've always found that a spoon works very well, with a knife if you really really need it in slices instead of mashed (as in guacamole), but I guess I've been wrong all these years. What a weird present. *giggle *

What else? I got the most wonderful and overly-sexy gifts from a few of my friends, which made me laugh; it would appear that everyone thinks I’m a perv.

I had a lovely time with Mandolin Boy’s family in church (they sang a 5-part harmony of Hark! The Herald Angels Sing, and we were both trying not to look at one another for fear we would start laughing even though it was possibly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard). Got his little brother to stick stuff in his ear throughout the entire service; freaked out some of the Moronic fold by putting my (female!) arm around the back of his (male!) chair; met a whole whack of old teachers and school- and childhood friends.

My family loved him. Who doesn’t. Watching people fall in love with him should be an Olympic sport, or at least a national passtime

Blablablablablablabla. Mush mush mush.

And Post-Xmas

We had an awesome hitchhike down to Calgary on the 27 th** – four rides, only one of them certifiable – and spent a pretty nice week down there visiting with him and my favourite gay boyfriend and the Girl Outside the Bubble.

**See? We totally spent a ridiculous amount of time together -- yet another tale about him.

Just been chillin’ since my last holiday meal on Sunday night, which went surprisingly better than I had anticipated. My second cousin, the only person in the whole family with whom I don’t enjoy spending time, was there, and we managed to get along quite splendidly. So that’s a whole load off my shoulders.

...Okay, I can finally get away from this computer. I didn’t manage to buy the two tickets that I wanted (somehow SatanOnline denied the charges for my first TWO attempts even though they went through as pre-auths on my Visa?!?) but the 3 rd try for just one ticket went through fine. And I just have no credit left on my card for the next week until those fuckers sort that all out.

Back to reality. Dinner at a new Ethiopean restaurant tonight with a large table full of beautiful friendly faces. I’ve been totally spoiled with lovely dinners and friends this week. To the point that I’m doing a fast starting this Sunday – seriously, yo – the amount of chocolate and dairy that I’ve consumed over the holidays is fucking OBSCENE.

Still waffling on the dreadlocks. Someone, just tell me yes. Please. I want them but goddamn my hair looks so fucking fantastic right now, and it’s the longest it’s been in, like, 7 years.

-mopheaded rolls down stairs, alone or in pairs

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