Tuesday, November 28, 2006

summer tires

dear neighbour,

if you've started your car at 7:15 in the morning, and at 9:00 are still spinning your wheels at the curb, it may well be God's way of advising you to take transit today.

Monday, November 27, 2006

almost celebrity sightings

if, for some strange reason, it surfaces in the news that michael jackson or his copycat has been running around vancouver disguised as a strung-out bum/scruffy student-type, i just may have spoken to him at the stop light in front of the shoppers. beautiful eyes. . . so sad about the mangled nose.

yeah yeah, essays schmessays)

I'm drinking hot chocolate out of my snowflake mug. And in an hour, I'm going to make a snowman. Maybe a beach snowman, looking out at the ocean.

snow day

Power's out at UBC-- no classes. And the white stuff's still comin' down. Woohoo!

Sunday, November 26, 2006

it's snowing!!!

It's been snowing all night and all morning. Wet, Vancouver snow, but snow nonetheless. Two little girls from the apartment across the street have already built a little snowman, complete with straw hat.

If this keeps up, maybe they'll cancel classes tomorrow. . . ('cause you can bet I'm staying off the roads today!) Keeping my fingers crossed. . .

Saturday, November 25, 2006

blubbering idiot

Borrowed a teen novel from the library on the advice of my English methods prof. It made me cry. Was feeling down, so decided to rent some videos and have a low-key night. Watched Brokeback Mountain. Okay, maybe if I'd given it a little forethought, I'd have realized that one would be a tear-jerker, too. But, c'mon, the Breakfast Club?!?

One last try. . . Casanova's supposed to be funny, right?

(and no, I'm not hormonal)

Friday, November 24, 2006

work in progress

i know you.
piece of me
my hopes and fears
i know your heart, your dreams
your hurts.
my redemption
to spring from you
but instead of releasing my soul
to fly
in you,
self-loathing took over
and you
my mangled
imperfect work of art
are left to try
to let

Thursday, November 23, 2006

lesson planning burnout

Sometimes I think this whole being a teacher thing is just going to be entirely too much work.

city lights

I love them.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

step a-gaily on we go. . .

me: He's a professional poker player.

her: Really? Does he play the accordion?

me: Um. . . I don't think so. . .

Saturday, November 18, 2006

"On procrastination"

(101 ways to avoid doing work. #42.)

I sit and gaze across the curving bay
To where the city glitters as it sprawls;
Dwarfed by forested peaks in light of day
Electric lights reign bold as darkness falls.
My own square neon pane glows softly blue,
Lulls me with an uneasy lullaby
To half stupor; I'm torn from the glass through
Which winking cars bid me leave homework lie.
Treacherous gadget! You promise time saved,
Mind expanded, and to the world so wide
A portal. Instead I find souls depraved:
Spent a day abroad, but I'm still inside.
What good is it to click on worlds beyond,
Yet miss the day which just beside me dawned?

Friday, November 17, 2006

It's a dark day in Vancouver when. . .

We on the west coast have been on a boil-water warning for the past 48 hours, and the water quality is expected to get worse over the weekend. Boiling water-- not such a big deal, right? Bottled water, no problem.

This morning all the Starbucks were closed.

The end is near.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

self-fulfilling prophecy

So instead of "things to do" on the mirror, I have a "list of today's accomplishments." Because I *am* incredibly organized, and brilliantly able to handle 9 major assignments in 3 weeks, backed up volunteer work, housecleaning, christmas shopping, personal finances, healthy eating habits, regular exercise, and a valuable personal and social life.

. . . we'll see how this pans out. . .

rainy sunday

I finally did it-- self-enforced an entire day off. And you know what, it just might have worked. . . . I'm actually almost itching to get into some of the stacks of work I have ahead of me this month. (Key word is "almost". . . ) Whaddaya know.