oh yea...

So i'm standing at the bus stop this morning with no idea what time it is... I'm lost without my Hazel, she's at home relaxing enjoying her time off...

across the road parked on the footpath (UK) sidewalk (CDN) was a British Telecom service van. All who were stood at the bus stop stared blankly at the man as he sat in his van. Suddenly as if by magic, he started up the ignition and revved the engine and prepared to depart, which meant dismounting the curb and merging with the traffic on the other side of the road... He did the manoeuvre with great stealth... and the split second he pulled into the traffic stream, he poked his tongue out at all of us a the bus stop, and sped off...

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the pumpkins that smashith

the other day at work I was bored... so while doing my normal tasks I stumbled upon this dusty page deep within the Austrian portal that was no longer live... it was a volume of 5 video segments than ran in total for about 30mins. It was a trip from the rise to the fall of the smashing pumpkins. It starts out in a car with Billy speaking about the beginning of the band, he's driving while being interviewed... The story continues and details their rise to fame, stories about meeting band members... sex, drugs, music... heroin overdoses, death. What struck me the most was the music. I've never been a big fan, I can indeed admit to loving some of their songs and even surprisingly own the Ave Adore album, which I can not for the life of me remember buying... anyhoo... It's absolutely incredible what great musicians they are. I'm not at all in the know about these things but the parts of the documentary that covered their creative process, hard work and absolute obsession with perfection was really commendable. Certainly not your flippant rock star scenario, these kids worked hard. They're certainly not for everyone but the drumming and the vocals synch it for me.

One more sleep till ve go to ze countree of france, c'est vachement cool ou quoi?

hmmm, maybe I should enlist a guest blogger while I'm away... anyone interested?

sometimes...

I kind of get the feeling that keeping a blog is like keeping a sticker book. Back when I was wee, it was all the rage to collect stickers, trade them and so on. It was a good time. So is this. At least this way, I'm not competing for the ever ellusive 'garbage pail kids' sticker!

just why is it...

that so many people are attracted to soaps and candles that look and smell like food? do we want to eat fire and bubbles?

perhaps some things are best left unknown.

for some odd reason...

I managed to leave the house this morning without my jacket... I think it's because I'm wearing a suit jacket and shirt today. I thought I would try something new... but, yea... I'm still wearing jeans and trainers along with it... I'm fashionable challenged... I know.

It's very damp today, not so much cold but wet wet wet... hey, wasn't that the name of a terrible boy band. God, maybe I should delete the three wets as I'm sure I'm going to end up with some unsuspecting porn searchers at my site, god knows I already get enough hits from pervs looking for pictures of ...

Hazel asked me the most bizarre question on the way to the bus this morning... 'if you could come up with a new name for a colour, what would it be?' I responded ' ickle' it would be a grey/black/brown colour.... 'honey, have you seen my ickle coloured jumper?' I love it already! A while back I came up with this idea with this designer I worked with at Mitel... it was to invent a line of clothing for the discriminating designer... it was a line of t-shirts or tops made to match their exactly CMYK colour reference... geeky indeed... but we talked of having the numbers somewhere small across the chest or on the arm band... of course the silliness spawned into RGB jeans etc... I'm quite thankful that never happened... mind you, now after I've written it, someone is going to stumble upon my site, rip the idea and make millions... well, if you do... please remember the little people. *snivels*

As of late I've been pondering a bunch of things... my grieving is subsiding a bit so it's allowed for a bit more room to move about. I've been wondering, just what sort of catalyst one would require to fully come into their own... I know time is the best way to become one with yourself and such... I've got evidence of this as now in winter I wear a hat and don't care how silly I look, because I'm warm... I want to transfer some of that self assurance into all elements of my life... Some might say I need to embark on a challenge of sorts and push myself to the utter limits of my soul in order to see my true self... I don't think it's that easy. I think I have to rely on time and patience and just absorb things in until there is no more room for uncertainty. How long will that take... will it take as long as it takes that woman in that poem 'when i'm old I'll wear purple'?

Only 3 more sleeps till...

Our holiday! I'm getting quite excited! I know not everyone is a fan, but the Beaujolais nouveau is released tomorrow (too bad we're not there for the free samples they give out on the street) The French mostly hate it it's just us silly foreigners who consume it... I wish we could stay long enough to catch the festival de lumieres which is on the 8th... It's so lovely!

We watched the movie 'The others' last night. I can quite confidently say that it was 2h of my life that I'll never get back... I can't imagine it was a surprise to anyone watching the film as not but 10 minutes in, it was clear as day that they were all dead... dear god, what a terrible film...

My big work project is pretty much finished, so there isn't much to do... wonder how I'm going to manage to fill up the rest of the week...

Ah yes, all the tenants in our block received a letter threatening anyone playing loud music at unacceptable times of the day will be evicted with 1 months notice, no argument. Strange, for some odd reason the bratty University kids didn't pump their stereo last night... aww such a shame!

so...

yea, the shitty kids three doors down, thought they would be clever and do the loud music late at night thing just to spite all their neighbours whom already want to murder them. Pumping bass from 11pm -12pm again last night...just to make a point to let us all know that daddy's money will protect them from anyone's nasty interfering with their lives?... god help us.

KJ and Simon rang me last night. What a treat to hear from them. I feel kind of bad as I was so knackered after I got home last night... my unusually poisonous hormones aren't helping either... I'm just no fun to be around right now, so I suppose this bad hair day I'm having isn't helping either...

time for holiday... only 4 more sleeps

What a beautiful misty morning

Didn't feel that exciting when I first hauled ass out of bed... could have something to do with our little spoiled brat student neighbours who live 3 doors down and two floors above us, who decided to throw a party and play super loud music, starting at midnight... it was Sunday night for goodness sake... After nearly all the tenants were standing outside screaming up to their flat asking for the music to be turned down, all that was responded was the two finger salute and a lot of stomping on the floor. So we called the police... who don't deal with this anymore... so we called the noise pollution 24h hotline... guess what, due to budget cutbacks, it's only open 9-5... why bother? so we ring the cops again, and go back inside... 30 mins later, the brats had caught wind that the cops were on the way and turned off the music and kicked everyone out... Cops arrived, and were really sweet, terribly young, they couldn't have been older than 20! They told us to let them know if it kicked off again, then left...So near to 2am we finally fell asleep. *sends evil vibes to ignorant rich students who's parents may be bankrolling them*.... but as my mother always said... 'money can not buy class'