Cupcakes

Feel the love.

X: Face it, nobody actually gives their neighbours cupcakes out of the goodness of their hearts. It’s just not normal.
S: Well, why not?
X: It’s one of those things you do to soften the blow when you need to tell them something bad. Like, “I accidentally killed your bird” or “You have a STD”.
S: I think you’ll need something better than cupcakes for that last one…
X: I meant metaphorically.
S: How do you metaphorically give somebody a STD?
X: Not what I meant.
S: I know.
X: Bitch.

Procrastination

Hello, my name is Sherry. I take pictures when I’m bored and should be studying.

I know I shouldn’t fall for the wiles and seduction of megapixels, but can I just say how much I love the details on that shot?

I guess taking a picture of your reading doesn’t actually count as real studying does it?

Surprise!

So I had to go back to Mississauga tonight for my post-op appointment tomorrow morning. When I got on the bus, I called home to tell them I was on my way but the line was busy. I call back 20 minutes later, still busy so I try my brother’s cell phone hoping he was home so he can tell my mom that I’m on my way. My brother’s on his drive back from work so I wait another 20 minutes and call home again. Still no answer and by now I’m about 10 minutes away from the bus terminal. I call my brother again and since he’s also about 10 minutes away from the bus terminal, he says he’ll swing by and pick me up.

I go home and my mom is still on the phone. I say hi to her while I go to my room but she doesn’t see me or I guess hear me. I go downstairs to watch SportsCentre and when she comes down she walks RIGHT BY ME until she’s halfway in the kitchen and she’s all “SHERRY!” like she’s surprised to see me. She asked me how I got home and asked if I took the transit home. I’m tempted to say yes but then I just tell her Po came to pick me up. Apparently there’s some serious stuff going down at her church because she’s been on the phone all night about it. My cousin’s English tutor was supposed to come by tonight and showed up at 10:30 apologizing that it was late and explaining that he had to cancel tonight but couldn’t get through on the phone. Heh. She only just hung up too.

I think I’m going to go buy a new fish tomorrow. I’ve already decided he’s going to be named Alfishsson.

No More Wisdom

Does this mean I’m not wise anymore?

The surgery went well. I have a gorgeous blue and purple bruise on my arm where they stuck the IV in me for the anesthesia. I was wrong, I thought they were only going to give me laughing gas but they gave me both. When they took my blood pressure at first, the nurse knew right away I was nervous. It was ‘awfully high for somebody my size’ but it lowered considerably after they gave me the nitrous.

It was weird, I was kind of awake but kind of not. I had my music on and by the time the surgeon came in for the surgery I was only half conscience. I heard her ask me what I was listening to and I muttered something incoherent and she asked me if it was good music and I sort of semi nodded and said ‘mmmhmm’.

My recovery nurse was a really nice woman named Rachel. She was very patient in explaining everything and said I had very nice hair and was very pretty. She was also excitedly talking to one of her colleagues about how she went to Ottawa last weekend and skated on the Rideau for the first time for her anniversary.

I was really looking forward to all the milkshakes and ice cream I’d get to eat. Of course, being my mother this was not the case as she opted for more healthy alternatives such as soy milk and congee. Today however, she went to T&T and bought me a big tub of green tea ice cream. Bless her. She was so patient yesterday in changing my gauze every hour and running to the Chase to fill out my prescription.

I’m also really glad I don’t have a boyfriend or a husband because all of the oozing, drooling and bleeding afterwards is certainly not glamorous.

I got to keep my teeth. They were actually smaller than I thought they were going to be. Maybe because I’m just generally small. Yesterday was a lazy day, today is a take it easy day. I’m supposed to do activities sitting up to help with the swelling and bruising. That’s a good thing because I have to study for my mid-terms next week. Have a case study due next week too but my partner is out of the country so, I don’t know.

I sat down to start studying for my mid-terms but I think the medication is making me a bit woozy. I have to take an anti-biotic to fight infection and a Tylenol with Codeine for pain-relief. My mom is paranoid about me taking too much of the tylenol since Codeine is bad for your heart. I’m not taking heart medication right now but I see her point. However, you’re supposed to take it before the pain starts. No idea.

Unfortunately, the Senators didn’t win it for me last night. I thought about wearing my Alfie t-shirt to surgery because they wanted me to wear a comfortable t-shirt. I’m sort of sad I didn’t but at the same time glad because I ended up oozing and bleeding all over my t-shirt anyways.

I look like a chipmunk. Yesterday the swelling died down but it inflated again today. Yikes. I just hope it’s all gone by the time I get back to school.

Security Blanket No More

I finally cut my hair today. Results underneath the jump.

I think I hid underneath my hair for awhile. When I was in middle school I went through this phase where I basically cut off all my hair and didn’t want to look feminine at all. When I started high school and you know, got my act together finally, I decided to grow out my hair and uh…see what happens. There were many awkward in-between phases where your hair is mid-length and it just does not look right.

My hair’s been pretty much been the same style since university. I have really thick hair, a genetic gift from my mother of course. It’s sort of weighing me down, which looks especially awkward for somebody who’s small like me. I’m also never happy with my hair. Sometimes I think I really want a huge, drastic change but I know I would miss having long hair if I cut it too short.

Security Blanket

I am horribly addicted to coffee, and I can’t help it. I’ll give you guys a minute to get the shock out of your system.

This morning I woke up rather late in the morning thanks in part to it being the start of reading week for me and Premier Dalton McGuinty inventing fake holidays for us (Thanks, Dalton!). I had lunch with my mother and after I came home I thought “Hmm, maybe I’ll have some coffee” but then opted not to since I had woken up late.

Of course I lasted only about 20 seconds before I caved and was scrambling for a caffeine fix. It was worth it. I’m going to get osteoporosis at the age of 30 but it was worth it!

I came back to Mississauga yesterday and so far all I’ve done is eat a lot of food, watch a lot of TV and fold a lot of straw stars. My hands are cramping but I vow to fill up that jar (that I’ve been trying to fill up for the better part of 7 years now). I’m going to have a lot of time just sitting around doing nothing after my surgery on Thursday. I also have two mid-terms when I get back to school so maybe I should fit in studying in there somewhere as well.

I also would like to make some good progress on a couple of scripts I’ve been working on. I can’t keep these stories pent up in me forever. I just end up spacing out in class thinking about them if I do. Something about watching “Bella” just inspired me to write again.

Bella

For Valentine’s Day, T, G, Jules and I went to watch a special screening of Bella. The movie was beautiful, although the plot line was somewhat expected. However, the relationships among the characters were quite unique and it was beautifully scripted. It’s not a conventional romance, the two leads have a deep love for one another but it goes beyond romance. It’s a bit hard to describe but I highly recommend watching it. Not to mention the soundtrack is pretty awesome as well (I will admit I squeed when Rachael Yamagata came on during the closing).

The acting is wonderful and the writing is witty and heartfelt. Again, the plot and the story arc is pretty predictable but the plot was almost secondary to the main point of the movie. The low budget of the film actually gave it a really authentic feel to it.

One of the producers was there tonight and he told us about how the movie came about. He studied law in university and went on to have a really successful career at 20th Century Fox making movies in Hollywood when he felt that he was called to do something more. He met up with his partners, the director of Bella, Alejandro Monteverde, and Eduardo Verastegui, the lead actor and together they wrote and produced the film.

The film was a nice success story in the States even though very few people believed in it and it’s getting a very limited release in Canada so if you get a chance to see it I highly recommend it. And bring some tissues. I don’t tear up in movies (although I was tempted to) but everybody else was absolutely bawling by the end. Pretty great way to spend Valentine’s Day actually.

Mish-Mash of Musings

First off, a very sad RIP to my dear beta, Cody. You were such a wonderful companion for the three weeks we got to know one another.

My parents came up to have lunch on Monday before my dad flew back to Taiwan and I told them that Cody had died that morning. They were surprised to learn I was even raising a fish in the first place. My mother’s first thought was to ask me if I forgot to feed it because allegedly that’s what happened to our dear hamster when I was a kid. I vehemently denied that I was a neglectful mother, and she asked me if I had fed him too much and he died of bloating.

The Bird and the Bee

I first started working at the radio station this past summer where I did everybody’s job who didn’t start until September. One of those was a diluted version of the music director. Basically, I got to open all of the CDs everybody sent to the station and fiddle through the press releases. I got to listen to the CDs if I liked, but most of the time it was up to our programming director, James to decide what went in.

It was really cool because I got all of this great new music delivered right to my door. After starting on as Sports Director, newer music has been somewhat harder to find. Mike Chen, who is also a hockey blogger told me about The Bird and the Bee today and I am officially addicted to them.

the bird and the bee player

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He is Franz Kafka!

I’ve always wanted a cat but I’ve never actually owned any pets before. I had a hamster when I was really young but he died an untimely death, as they’re prone to do. Suffice it to say, that did traumatize me for a bit. MamaS doesn’t like cats so much; she thinks they’re too snooty and have a bad attitude.

Our neighbourhood has a lot of cats that just like to wander around outside aimlessly. I guess they’re pretty smart creatures since they always seem to find their way back home and I rarely see any “MISSING PET” posters around. Then again, this might just be having no idea about how owning a pet works.

We first met Kafka a couple of years ago. It was around reading week and our friends Ian and Amanda were up to visit in Hamilton. We came back from a night out one evening and saw him wandering up and down the streets. He came up to us and we petted him for a bit before heading home. While we were in the kitchen talking, Ian randomly pointed to the window and yelled “CAT!”. After first thinking that he officially lost it, we noticed that the cat had indeed followed us home and was spying on us through our kitchen window.

We let him in, he ran around the house for awhile and almost electrocuted himself on some power bars before we finally decided to confine him to the living room so we wouldn’t have to chase him all over the place. We named him Kafka because we had just spent the weekend watching this episode of “Home Movies” and we were singing the song all weekend, randomly…even on several crowded buses.

We ran into Kafka a lot around the neighbourhood and he’d follow us home every time. Sometimes he’d even show up randomly on our doorstep. We’d let him in and he’d hang out in the living room with us, take a nap and then go home. Sometimes we’d feed him but we didn’t want him getting testy or anything if we didn’t happen to have any food for him.The thing is, Kafka hasn’t been around for a couple of months now. While I was heading to work, I ran into him sitting on the steps of another house up the road. I went over to say hi to him and he came over but promptly turned up his tail and went the other way. I think he’s forgotten about all of those fun times we had where we either a) confined him to the living room or b) chased him all over the house to get him to stop going into places he shouldn’t be in and having him bite and scratch us as a result.I think I miss Kafka because I missed having a pet without any of the commitment. Sure, I enjoyed having him chase around a piece of string and sleeping on our couch. But at the end of the day, we’d always send him home to somebody else who got to feed him and clean up after him.

We did figure out his real name was Doomers and which house he actually lived in. Apparently, over the summer Laenne saw missing posters for him and it turns out he was quite the adventurous cat. He had been living in somebody else’s house all summer while they weren’t there. What a devious little bugger.