so i haven't posted in a while. i just can't do it where i normally would (work) till i wear in the new job a bit and get totally lax about work ethic. actually, i'm almost there.

there are so many cool things about my new job, but i just can't say it here. so. so. cool.

this morning, in the christmas spirit, i decided not to spend money on myself, and spent some on brock instead. i went to best buy and picked him up an xbox 360, and threw in gears of war and lego star wars II cause i'm awesome like that. then i went and made up for this brief bit of generosity by buying myself a pair of cords.

when i brought it into the office, it was like bringing catnip to cats. the kind that like catnip that is. guys were hovering, exclaiming, pressuring for the box to be opened and for the system to be 'tested' in the lounge. guys are insane. so insane in fact, that i didn't leave my desk for fear of something happening, and ended up without my morning coffee or food. i eventually called brock to pick it up so i could get on with my day. and go to the washroom (there was at least a big jug of water on my desk). merry xmas!

tomorrow i have to go to the eaton centre and i am excited. it will be a challenge, and i will overcome. watching brock play gears of war all night is preparing me for the madness.

why is the 10% of my life that this blog portrays always the most selfish and materialistic part??? (er, probably more like 40%).

anyways.

why do i always get cat scratches on my face? brock has them too, and they're not like anger scratches, but they're more along the lines of let me run at the wall at a suicide pace and use your face as a springboard kind of thing. anyways, i'm starting my new job tomorrow, with a couple of serious slashes on my face and neck. and it looks lame to use cover-up for them.

no more publishing! actually, it wasn't all that bad. in retrospect, it will probably seem like a sweet deal. but what can i say? more money, less problems. lame.

this morning, it probably would have been better to wear socks with my heels, rather than go bare. considering the snow and all. is it possible to get sick in 20 minutes?

also, it probably would have been better to just call a cab. the bus not only got into an accident, but it got into an accident with 40 12 year olds on their way to the ontario science centre. so we had to wait outside in the bitter cold (no socks) for the next bus, then all cram in.

i was in such a bad mood about the whole ordeal, that when some middle-aged woman asked me to use my cellphone to call her work, i told her that it was broken. she even offered me a dollar.

then i felt guilty for the rest of the ride.

now i'm at work, with one more day to go. with absolutely no motivation and a bunch of projects to wrap up. and knowing that i'm going to have to cram all weekend to relearn data analysis and spss.

i think that only a burrito from burrito boyz could make this day better.

my fingers smell like garlic from the spaghetti sauce i made last night and i feel like a perve cause i keep waving them in front of my face and smelling them secretly. they smell interesting, and i can't help it. its compulsive.

there is a flu clinic today and i can't bring myself to attend. i've never gotten the shot, and am resistant to putting chemical cocktails into my body. there is something about the attitude of some people, where they go to the doctor for anything and take everything recommended for their multitudes of illnesses (vitamin deficiency, mild depression, add, blahblahblah) that kinda repulses me. i dunno, but i think that a lot of the medication out there for people my age is kind of unneccesary, and you're better off eating well and exercising than taking the latest medication. there has to be some long-lasting effects to taking everything and anything prescribed.

like a true junky, i watched most of the liberal convention and hung at the edge of my seat awaiting results. i wanted kennedy to win, but was fine with dion. i have nothing against ignatieff or ray per se but i think they bring too much baggage, not enough liberal party experience, and in one case, true residential citizenship to qualify. kennedy would have been good, because Toronto needs a candidate that can understand and advocate the needs of such a large city (5.9 million) and can appeal to the west, but at least he'll have a good say in dions future cabinet.

anyways. back to work. i just ordered a bunch of books from penguin that need to be sorted through.

Tara says:
so i got this little heater, and my shoes are wet, so i propped them against the heater and now the entire row on either side of me smells like stinky feet

Tara says:
i'm surprised no one has complained

Tara says:
it just lets you know how willing the people who work here are to put up with such a rank thing