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She always liked to brag about all the authors she'd met:

"Rober Kroetsch is still alive, I've met him a couple of times. He's old though, so he probably doesn't do readings anymore"

"I met Northrop Fry before he died"

"Has anyone here met Ondaajte? I was on a committee with him. He is such an intense man, it was like 'how does this man get through an entire day?' "

"met him probably 15 or 20 times. He invited me to U of M. He was retiring"

Rudys been very good to me -personally- over time"

"I had the opportunity to read with Al Purdy several years ago. It was just part of his persona to pinch women's bottoms. He's dead now"

"I was at his house. CBC was there, a film crew was there"

She said some other weird things:

on working at Mount Royal: "I've never been in a place that feeds us so much liquor!"
on mental health: " I hope no one here is suicidal, I just put a bunch of ideas into your heads"
"I can pick out on the street who's schizophrenic!"

I wrote some things on my papers to show to Kelsey:

"I HATE YPRES!!!"
"Kelsey feels that Canadian writer Al Purdy is sexist. I made a note in my text saying he was sexy"
"It's hard to hang up streamers alone. That's why it's not a party unless there are three people"
"Too shy to admit I knew the French word for novel. Teacher must KNOW that I'm schizophrenic"
"Dora - nurse - total lesbian, not like the immoral filth that is The English Patient"
"I don't understand ANY of this"

I realize that this might not be funny to those who do not know this teacher or who did not attend the class, but I wrote down her quotes with the intention of posting some of them on the internet for others to see. Quest completed!




 

1. I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block.

Random WTF pic:

I've started a cool new pattern. Here is the link if you want to see it: http://d-made.com/knitting/patterns/hoodie_scarf.pdf

I've been thinking about making these for the holidays. Dear couple of people who read my blog, if you don't want one, say so. Provided I don't become a work-a-holic (LOL, kind of) in the fall I should be able to get some done. Really, I'm just excited that I learned to do cables. (if you look at the pattern you'll see what I mean). I love finding new patterns and then knitting tons of things in those patterns. Yes I'm blogging about knitting.

Other exciting things in my life include watching programs on the Comedy Central website. With our "fancy" TV channels we don't even get the Comedy channel, or A&E. Weird, I know. Anyways, there's one called "Upright Citizens Brigade". It's from the 90's. When I watch it I never really LOL, but feel extremely entertained afterwards. Have you ever seen it? 



 

*edit* Check it:

I'm super nervous about taking this trip. Every time I think about it I want to vomit. I'm hoping that I'll feel better once I get there. Well, I'm actually counting on it. It's probably a good thing that this trip was so spur of the moment and I don't have that much time to dwell on it. I'm not totally stable yet, and I'm sure I won't get as much sleep as I'm used to, and I'll be super allergic to her cats, but the timing just seems to be right. I should probably get used to traveling, as I'm planning to go to Victoria in fall. (Not on a bus hopefully)

Here is a sideways picture of us when we were (16?)

A few facts:

- My mom used to worry about me when I got obsessed with things (as I so often do). She's started watching Pride and Prejudice everyday again. I no longer try to hide my obsessions, or feel bad about them at all. 

- Yesterday I said that I couldn't wait to move out of here and she called me "restless". When I asked her what she meant by that she said "Well it seems like since you've cut your dose of Zyprexa in half you've just been sad all the time". This really hit a nerve. I've actually been feeling a lot better lately, and at the slightest hint of me leaving she thinks I'm going manic or something. I think if it were up to her, I'd be walking around here like a zombie, doing laundry all day.

- This evening I drank three beers. She looked at me with disgust and said "Your doctor is going to know that you drank last night. You'll be so upset tomorrow". Really? From three beers in an evening? 

- Whenever I show any kind of emotion she says I'm being "moody". Okay, I have a mood disorder, but I can still feel mad and sad like normal people. There's nothing wrong with that. At all. I'm completely fine. She can't just keep playing the "bipolar" card. First of all, it's my card, and secondly, it's a total bust. With what little I know about card games, I assume she'd lose a lot of money, but in this case, she's gambling with my patience. And she's in the hole.

In sum, it's like there's something wrong with me because I don't have a positive attitude. 
*sigh*
I feel like I can't trust her at all and that she's just trying to use everything I do against me.

I think I'll have a chat with her tomorrow, though she'll no doubt dismiss my concerns as grumpy ramblings because I drank last night.

*double sigh*


 

 I feel like an old person, and here's why:

Most days, I don't really do much but it rarely bores me. Today was the finale of my show, which I thoroughly enjoyed to the max. Except now, my heart is just racing. I got waAaAaayy too excited about it. I can't sleep! Thoughts are just racing over and over in my head, and I can't slow them down. It's ridiculous to think I'm freaking out this much. But I am. This is why I've decided to stop solving mysteries. For now, at least.
Too much.
Yeah, I don't have any Ativan.

 I have it! I have the disease! 

No, I don't.

I know that I've previously dismissed D'Arcy's sickness as the result of something stupid he did. But it seems like it isn't. 

I keep having flashbacks of how sick I was this winter, and I really don't want that to happen again. I hate not being able to breathe properly, it always worries me. (I have asthma and it always gets worse when I'm sick)  I mean, I might not get sick, but all of his friends did.
D'Arcy said he hopes I get it and has made no efforts to limit the spread of germs.

Either way, today I picked up a stash of my old friend - Buckley's nighttime formula. If I'm not sick within the next few days, I probably won't get sick. Hope. Hope. Hope.

 My brother (D'Arcy / Alfie)  just got back from a concert in Winnipeg. He's been there for six days. During his trip he got assaulted by some random guy outside of his hotel and got so sick that he had to stay there for two extra days because he didn't have the energy to drive home.

I think his sickness is due to dehydration, or is drug-related. My mom has absolutely convinced herself that he has the Swine Flu. She's trying to quarantine him in the basement and is wiping off all the surfaces that he's been using. It's super annoying. I'm not worried that I'll get it, because I don't think it's actually the flu, and I feel sick most days anyways. 

That's it.

Happy Canada Day Eve. I hope that you get to eat cake tonight.

Here is a picture from last Canada Day.  Alysha, her cousin, and I are standing in front of an alien display in front of the church.

 Today I thought I would wear flats for my walk. Behold the aftermath:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been watching episodes of SNL from 2005 and during weekend update I always want to warn them about the future. They have no idea about what is going to happen. I also like to hear them talk about current events, it takes me back to the good mediocre old days.
My two favorite events that they focus on:
1. When Dick Cheney shot that person in the face
2. When Kanye West said "George Bush doesn't care about black people" on a live telethon with  Mike Myers. That was pretty much my favorite moment in television history.

I finally moved on to a new knitting pattern. I made a cool fingerless glove. On the pattern it boasts that since it doesn't have fingers, you can knit while wearing one!!
Anyways, I'm not happy with the way it turned out so I'm going to try the next pair on circular needles, then I'll post a photo. I'm pretty excited about it, since I've pretty much been knitting the same old scarves and hats for the past year. 

I've been walking two miles a day, which feels pretty good. Ever since the lithium poisoning I haven't been moving around much, so the exercise feels wonderful and I don't seem to have any permanent nerve damage, which I am pretty psyched about.

I'm slowly starting to read again, which is good because I have a ton of books that have been neglected. Sometimes in the mornings I sit on the balcony upstairs with a book and a cup of green tea. It's nice.
Here is an old motivational picture I made for my lithium-fueled fake political campaign to trick people into being friends with me:

Also, I reached a personal best wpm score on typeracer today, so I feel pretty good about that. Life is mediocre :)

 

Your first instinct would be to comfort Roofy and give him treats to calm him down. But these actions make  Roofy think that his reaction to thunderstorms is appropriate and rewarding behavior. 

So if she talked with me about my problems or gave me any attention I would think that complaining is the right thing to do.

I may be a bitch, but I'm not a dog.

I'm fine with it though. I've been taking out my frustrations on a family of dinosaurs.