Sunday, June 27, 2004
The warm weather lifts everyone's spirits up, but for some reason I also find it a little saddening, like something's missing, like I should be missing something; it feels nostalgic. Having spent months trapped underneath the dark and depressing rain, the sun and the warmth it brings are like the hands that open up a cage. The weak animal can barely open its eyes against the harsh sunlight, which is so sudden and piercing.
When it rains here, it rains lightly and without hurry. The drizzle is continuous and frustrating, with a constant accompanying grey sky. The sky is low during those seasons, and it looks and feels suffocating, with the feeling augmented by the unrelenting rain. On many occasions I have felt the urge to stand in the middle of an open field, throw open my arms and simply scream at the top of my lungs, hoping my voice will convince the rain to fall faster. I wanted it to rain more violently and at shorter intervals. It would have been more satisfying to struggle through the sharp wind and cutting rain drops for short moments than to have to live through an unending wetness every single day.
Though the pressuring sky and dim environment did have a major effect on me, the weather was also calming. Lying in my bed alone at night, I'd listen to the rain hit my windows, and found comfort in the irregular beatings of rain drops, the soft whispering of the wind, and felt safe in my room beneath the covers. The wind can blow as hard as it wants, and the rain can fall relentlessly, but I was warm and drifting into sleep, protected by the walls, untouchable.
When it rains here, it rains lightly and without hurry. The drizzle is continuous and frustrating, with a constant accompanying grey sky. The sky is low during those seasons, and it looks and feels suffocating, with the feeling augmented by the unrelenting rain. On many occasions I have felt the urge to stand in the middle of an open field, throw open my arms and simply scream at the top of my lungs, hoping my voice will convince the rain to fall faster. I wanted it to rain more violently and at shorter intervals. It would have been more satisfying to struggle through the sharp wind and cutting rain drops for short moments than to have to live through an unending wetness every single day.
Though the pressuring sky and dim environment did have a major effect on me, the weather was also calming. Lying in my bed alone at night, I'd listen to the rain hit my windows, and found comfort in the irregular beatings of rain drops, the soft whispering of the wind, and felt safe in my room beneath the covers. The wind can blow as hard as it wants, and the rain can fall relentlessly, but I was warm and drifting into sleep, protected by the walls, untouchable.
Friday, June 18, 2004
This site has been receiving an unusually large amount of attention lately. That fact makes me a little uneasy because it means that I have either misdirected google searchers into believing that this site is actually about avocados, or that I have actual, living, faithful readers who expect me to update once in a while. I doubt I can please either crowd. The second group is a little better off, for their patience is usually rewarded with explosive posts dating back several weeks. That is because I would write, then save as draft, then write another one, save, et cetera, then publish as one big pile. Don't ask why. I don't know. Having readers leads to another question. Why would anybody want to waste their time reading my blog? I read many blogs in order to avoid more important tasks, but those blogs are interesting, unlike mine. I know of one reader, whose name starts with a P, but she's crazy anyway, so I won't question her. Anyways.
Monday, June 07, 2004
Sitting here with a cold, drinking mint tea I took from the hotel on Friday. Just like taking shampoo and soap, taking tea is a wonderful experience. Just like hotel shampoo and soap, this tea isn't too pleasant.
I realized a long ago that the condition of my health is directly related to the amount of sleep I get. Proportional, as some like to say. I have disovered long ago that I should never attend sleep overs, because I will always, always be sick the day after. As planned, my body is paying it's all nighter from Friday. Luckily, Friday was an all-fun all nighter, not a holy-shit-I-have-an-essay-due-the-next-morning one. If I had to put in mental effort and stay up all night, I would be very ill right now. Weak, I know.
Sitting here with a cold, which comes with a soar throat, and a raspy voice. Not bothering to clear my throat, I am singing along to Why Don't You and I by Santana. My current voice is perfect for the song: a little rough, lower than usual. So sexy.
I realized a long ago that the condition of my health is directly related to the amount of sleep I get. Proportional, as some like to say. I have disovered long ago that I should never attend sleep overs, because I will always, always be sick the day after. As planned, my body is paying it's all nighter from Friday. Luckily, Friday was an all-fun all nighter, not a holy-shit-I-have-an-essay-due-the-next-morning one. If I had to put in mental effort and stay up all night, I would be very ill right now. Weak, I know.
Sitting here with a cold, which comes with a soar throat, and a raspy voice. Not bothering to clear my throat, I am singing along to Why Don't You and I by Santana. My current voice is perfect for the song: a little rough, lower than usual. So sexy.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
I had a great day. After finishing all my exams - well, not the provincials - i decided to give myself a break by going to London Drugs. Now, you ask, what might one do at London Drugs? Well, one can roam the cosmetic area and sample various kinds of powder, sparkly eyeshadow, 'luminous' foundation, and look at a variety of gift bags, which I am always tempted to buy. After that, the real fun starts. I go over to the Biotherm counter. (You can go to any counter, given that its products are often advertized, and since it has its own counter, expensive)
The great thing about LD is that unlike The Bay or Holt Renfrew it doesn't put three employees at every counter. The atmosphere is a lot more relaxed and you don't feel pressured whatsoever to purchase anything. I stood at the Biotherm counter for a long time, trying absolutely everything on the rotating tester display. $40 aquasource face lotion was used 'liberally' on my hands, my arms were covered with an assortment of night creams, wrinkle creams, and the pores on my arms were tightened with a really expensive pore refiner, packaged in an innovative tube with a sponge as the applicator, and which I accidentally spilled.
I guess I stood at the counter for too long, because a cosmetics representative finally came up to me and asked if I needed help. I told them I was just looking at the Biotherm products. Hearing that, she proceeded to get something like a little spatula and scoooped more cream on my hands. I did a little touchdown dance in my head.
To top everything off, I bought myself bubble tea at the new bubble tea place. Their fresh fruit bubble tea is excellent, full of real fruit and really high quality. I ordered the lychee tea, and drank that happily on the way home. My throat hurt afterwards, perhaps due to consuming all that sweet bubble tea, or maybe I had a cold.
An excellent day. Go ahead. Give it a try. It's retail therapy without the spending. Well, except for the bubble tea, which was worth every penny.
The great thing about LD is that unlike The Bay or Holt Renfrew it doesn't put three employees at every counter. The atmosphere is a lot more relaxed and you don't feel pressured whatsoever to purchase anything. I stood at the Biotherm counter for a long time, trying absolutely everything on the rotating tester display. $40 aquasource face lotion was used 'liberally' on my hands, my arms were covered with an assortment of night creams, wrinkle creams, and the pores on my arms were tightened with a really expensive pore refiner, packaged in an innovative tube with a sponge as the applicator, and which I accidentally spilled.
I guess I stood at the counter for too long, because a cosmetics representative finally came up to me and asked if I needed help. I told them I was just looking at the Biotherm products. Hearing that, she proceeded to get something like a little spatula and scoooped more cream on my hands. I did a little touchdown dance in my head.
To top everything off, I bought myself bubble tea at the new bubble tea place. Their fresh fruit bubble tea is excellent, full of real fruit and really high quality. I ordered the lychee tea, and drank that happily on the way home. My throat hurt afterwards, perhaps due to consuming all that sweet bubble tea, or maybe I had a cold.
An excellent day. Go ahead. Give it a try. It's retail therapy without the spending. Well, except for the bubble tea, which was worth every penny.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
On one of the library computers is a sign with the message: This computer apparently doesn't save to disk. Below that, scrawled in messy capitals, is MAYBE CUZ ITS 30 YRS OLD. My stifled laughter sounded insane in the quiet library, full of the concentrated silence of people rapidly checking their email and hard at work playing pinball.
