Mmm. Lunchbox curry.



I am such a retro gurlie. I remember when we were younger, me and my cousin took a quiz (for fun) about which time era we were from, I was from the eighties.

The qualities unearth themselves all the time. A lot of people are surprised that I know such and such music group, remember *that* episode of family ties, and man...my clothes.

I think I wrote a couple entries ago about my favoured old pair of denim bellbottoms. Today I was wearing these (also bell-bottomed) black pseudo-velvet pants...embossed with squiggles.

And tonight whilst watching dinner, retro boogiethon came on and I knew all the words to locamotion, not to mention Rick Asley's "Never Gonna Give You Up".

It's quite sad, really.

So you can imagine it a little disinheartening (i KNOW something's wrong with that word) to hear someone (like my former Austrian Chef) say that nothing good came out of the eighties.

HEY MAN!!! I was a PRODUCT of the eighties.


It seems like everyone has been in Las Vegas the past couple of weeks...or maybe I've just been tuning to it this afternoon. Basically I've spent the afternoon reading up on webjournals.. It seems I've been away longer than I've thought since Scott is up and writing again!!!! Okay maybe I shouldn't be saying "up and at 'em" since the Hat-less Bald Man.

Like I was saying, my brother came back from Las Vegas a couple of days ago.

He came bearing gifts. He actually went down there after we all came back from Christmas to attend the big Bill Gates convention and picked up a lot of free stuff. Dilbert Improve-Mints, a baby frisbee, a free mouse, a couple of mouse pads..it's all crap, really. But free, so he lugged it back home.

I am SO glad to be back in school. I'm actually learning new stuff....but I feel a little like an idiot because since I'm in part time studies everyone has either taken the class before or is ten steps ahead of me.

I guess time will tell. I am, however, making the biggest effort ...I have ever felt. I don't think I've ever tried to understand concepts and pay attention to what I'm learning as I have now.

Better late than never right?


Oooh oooh....gossip. I don't think I ever spilled about the guy from former work. I called him right after the cable center was closed down (that evening), and we were talking and I was just in shock to say the least, and he then he asks me out.

I didn't know what to say even.

But I haven't heard really heard from him so it's good and bad. He's a good guy....but he really has some annoying habits. And he's too short.

So today I'm sitting in my morning Saturday classroom before class and this blond guys walks in who looks EXACTLY like my former co-worker, so for a split second I freak...

Then I notice that he's like a foot taller than my friend. So now it has me thinking....

:) I know. It sounds like something out of Seinfeld.

Okay...so I haven't had any major physical activity since two days ago....it's all because I'm stupidly out of shape but cocky..who knew Cindy Crawford's workout could make you feel SO sore, for so many days??

And I am really sore.

Ramble ramble ramble.

I updated the reads page. It's about time, too, since I noticed what's missing on my site. Quality. These journalists write not just to write (unlike me.) -- it is an entertaining, warming, charming read. Please do go visit them.

Today I'm Grateful That:

1) I am back in school.
2) I get to sit down for a better part of the day.
3) My brain.
4) The internet.
5) Parents.

Siblings.

Apart from being a pack rat, my brother is also friggin' discusting. I'm sure I've ranted about his washroom habits, since his toilet is basically three feet away from this computer.

Over the winter sometime...perhaps on boxing day? He purchased a pair of longjohns. Okay, no problem. Imagine my yucky gross skinny brother, clad in nothing but a pair of skin-tone long johns going about his daily routine in the house.

Ewwww, gross.

And there's that fucking pocket in the front too. What a pervy sicko.


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