First day of term 2. I'm being uber organized, and nothing should sneak up deadline wise. Its a busy term for goldsmithing. Some surprising faces in the class, people who didn't submit the last two major projects in anything near completion, and one girl who apparently used a portfolio of photos of her cat, to be accepted to the third yr program. Alrighty then.

Went downtown to get drill bits as all mine went walkabouts, and some 22g sheet metal in copper and brass. Most of that's bound for dcon merch, you lucky freaks.

History of jewelery class looks like a low key thing, shouldn't be too stressful. He also teaches casting.

I spent most of my between class break waiting in line at the registrars to be told that only ONE person is data entering course exemptions but that mine should go through. Without that and the idiotic filler courses, and not doing the 3 yr program's stuff, ( they get "color theory" which I learned way back in ye old high school), and design course, my courseload looks somewhat manageable.

Got new MAC face powder and on a whim, a new eyeshadow. ( well one I had way back when and a makeup artist at my wedding ruined the pressed pot of shadow by breaking it all up, and so I had to eventually throw it out. Its a gorgeous pinky-purply silvery fishyscale shade. Who shatters up a pressed eyeshadow, honestly?

Dinner with R, and my nano ipod is on the way to be returned as a NEW nano thanks to the recall, and that can be used at the studio so I can work.

Song for today: Girls Under Glass: minddiver. (I find the band's name rather awesome.)Another book that really fits the marathon editing sessions. I can see where my somewhat empathic vamp would like this one.
Got my hair chopped today. We went a bit extra short, its almost a pixie cut, but then this mop grows SO fast, its fine. Gives it room to grow.

went for lunch with R and ordered what looked like a bowl of healthy rice, chicken, edemame, and it turned out to be gummy brown rice full of husks, and very little chicken or veggies. Fuck you hippyfood! I had maybe three bites, it was UNPLEASANT to the point I might write them, because seriously, 7 bucks for what was 95% inedible brown rice? are ye fuckin with me?

OH! and had word with our MP who introduced a tuition rebate, but not for everyone. I called foul on that, I pay, AGAIN, more than fellow classmates why? I get why we pay more tax, I do, but tuition? Scuze? So hopefully they change something. 800/yr isn't insignificant given the materials costs of my course.

So. Today's song? ( i grabbed like 5 yesterday so I'll dole them out over the next few days):
Cesium 137: embers..starts out quite stomperiffic, ( love it) and then into some pretty melodic lyrics/arrangement. It works, its weird. It reminds me of my main character, its cool. ( some music just speaks to different characters, I could create specific playlists for each.)


Book: editing, and cursing the curse of the typo of the slipped finger or the "didn't backspace enough or the "i've been staring at it so long I don't SEE what everyone sees." I'm sure the person who has tasked herself with finding these is owed big time. Yargh. And googledocs keeps crashing so I can't do much with that version. Hrm...There's still one scene I want to change/remove, maybe 2, and one new one to plonk in. I know at some point the edits stop, and its getting closer. if it takes longer, so be it.

Storms.

Aug. 12th, 2009 03:12 am
Sunday we were walloped by one granddaddio of a thunderstorm, almost 5000 strikes across the GTA. It was the second storm that day.

And just as our ears recovered from that, we had another two monday. And one more today. I can't remember sunday except at 5 am there was STILL flashes of lightning going on.

Today's swept in fast, as did Sunday's. Sunday's big storm was a roiling black mass of cloud that oozed over the city.

Todays was silent, pale gray clouds and quite possibly the second loudest strike I've EVER experienced, because it either hit the building or damn close. The walls shook. The air vibrated with the thunderclap. I covered my ears and ducked.

After, it left my head throbbing and my ears ringing. It was like having a bomb go off over your head.

I've been near some pretty big strikes, one that was down the street from us as a kid, and it lit up the neighborhood power lines and felt like a punch to the chest. A close strike by a smaller bolt, whilst camping. A church a block away from where I was standing in Vancouver got hit. So now, when I feel that weird "pre storm smell", I get panicky. I get inside. It sends every nerve in my spine into high alert.

The storm this afternoon swept in so fast and stealthy you could hear people shouting to take cover.

I don't mind watching from the safety of the apartment or other suitable cover, I hesitate to even venture on the balcony, mostly because we're the top floor and it's a bit open, not so covered.

Anyway. The forecasts don't seem to note any more storms for the next few days, mercifully. 6 storms. 4 days. It's a bit jarring.

I swear the walls of the apartment were going to blow apart this afternoon.

Tomorrow: do some dutch language stuffs, laundry, 3 hackies, 3 bracelets and a quick count of what stock I do have. I already have more than last year, and lots of duplicate pieces but there's so much more to do. Must not panic. Must not panic.

Sorted through the baby clothing today, to see how it weathered 2 years in storage. Damn, we have some cool stuff, we really do.

Sera was busy sniffing the flowerbeds today outside, the dog doth love to stop and smell the roses. A little ways away, one of the yardwork guys laughs as sera's happily snorfling through the flowers.

Strange dog.

( oh and I almost got hit by a broken swiffer mop when someone lobbed it into the loading bay room.)

One way or another, i'm flying out to see Oma at christmas, and I am determined to learn enough dutch to at least have a 10 minute conversation. She'd be so thrilled. Already, we have "what's the weather like" how are you, I'm fine, please, thank you.

SO that's what? 30 seconds worth?!

In the elevator the other day, it was sweltering hot, and as a few people got off, leaving two of us clearly causasian sorts, the guy pipes up "What I want to know is how come they never break a sweat and here I am, a sweaty PIG!" he laughs. Because it's kind of true. I wondered the same thing. ( ok, I've seen some non caucasians doing the same sweaty thing but man, some of them just don't and it's like "hi, scuze the puddle." when they see me. )

I ache a bit from doing short laps on monday. Good grief I've gotten out of shape. Baby steps tho. Years of Halifax won't be erased over night. There were no cheap quick eats in Hali. It was fried, fried, and fried. Produce was costly. I eat far less here, and walk more, and food, good food, is so much cheaper. I keep forgetting when I go to the market, and I aways wind up spending so much less than I estimated things cost.

Anyway. sleep calls. Was just about to before my allergies lit up and well, here I am.

Storms.

Aug. 12th, 2009 03:12 am
Sunday we were walloped by one granddaddio of a thunderstorm, almost 5000 strikes across the GTA. It was the second storm that day.

And just as our ears recovered from that, we had another two monday. And one more today. I can't remember sunday except at 5 am there was STILL flashes of lightning going on.

Today's swept in fast, as did Sunday's. Sunday's big storm was a roiling black mass of cloud that oozed over the city.

Todays was silent, pale gray clouds and quite possibly the second loudest strike I've EVER experienced, because it either hit the building or damn close. The walls shook. The air vibrated with the thunderclap. I covered my ears and ducked.

After, it left my head throbbing and my ears ringing. It was like having a bomb go off over your head.

I've been near some pretty big strikes, one that was down the street from us as a kid, and it lit up the neighborhood power lines and felt like a punch to the chest. A close strike by a smaller bolt, whilst camping. A church a block away from where I was standing in Vancouver got hit. So now, when I feel that weird "pre storm smell", I get panicky. I get inside. It sends every nerve in my spine into high alert.

The storm this afternoon swept in so fast and stealthy you could hear people shouting to take cover.

I don't mind watching from the safety of the apartment or other suitable cover, I hesitate to even venture on the balcony, mostly because we're the top floor and it's a bit open, not so covered.

Anyway. The forecasts don't seem to note any more storms for the next few days, mercifully. 6 storms. 4 days. It's a bit jarring.

I swear the walls of the apartment were going to blow apart this afternoon.

Tomorrow: do some dutch language stuffs, laundry, 3 hackies, 3 bracelets and a quick count of what stock I do have. I already have more than last year, and lots of duplicate pieces but there's so much more to do. Must not panic. Must not panic.

Sorted through the baby clothing today, to see how it weathered 2 years in storage. Damn, we have some cool stuff, we really do.

Sera was busy sniffing the flowerbeds today outside, the dog doth love to stop and smell the roses. A little ways away, one of the yardwork guys laughs as sera's happily snorfling through the flowers.

Strange dog.

( oh and I almost got hit by a broken swiffer mop when someone lobbed it into the loading bay room.)

One way or another, i'm flying out to see Oma at christmas, and I am determined to learn enough dutch to at least have a 10 minute conversation. She'd be so thrilled. Already, we have "what's the weather like" how are you, I'm fine, please, thank you.

SO that's what? 30 seconds worth?!

In the elevator the other day, it was sweltering hot, and as a few people got off, leaving two of us clearly causasian sorts, the guy pipes up "What I want to know is how come they never break a sweat and here I am, a sweaty PIG!" he laughs. Because it's kind of true. I wondered the same thing. ( ok, I've seen some non caucasians doing the same sweaty thing but man, some of them just don't and it's like "hi, scuze the puddle." when they see me. )

I ache a bit from doing short laps on monday. Good grief I've gotten out of shape. Baby steps tho. Years of Halifax won't be erased over night. There were no cheap quick eats in Hali. It was fried, fried, and fried. Produce was costly. I eat far less here, and walk more, and food, good food, is so much cheaper. I keep forgetting when I go to the market, and I aways wind up spending so much less than I estimated things cost.

Anyway. sleep calls. Was just about to before my allergies lit up and well, here I am.

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