there's a music-meme-thing up on the Livejournal, which you should give a shot.
In terms of me:
- the new iPod is fantastic, but it's got slight scratches already somehow.
- work is the same
- school is the same
- I need to buy sweaters
- Brie still has my damn scarf
- I go to the pool from 12:30 to 1:30 five days a week. you should come.
October 23, 2005
there's a music-meme-thing up on the Livejournal, which you should give a shot.
October 16, 2005
it's been a weird-ass couple of days.
but first, a small recap of earlier this week:
- Claudia revealed that she'd been playing Six Degrees of Gerald, which is awesome but mostly horrifying (in an ego-boost-tastic way).
- Had a phone conversation with Siraz in which he nudged me towards saying yes to Control.
- Joblink Dave had a dream with me in it.
- I talked with someone who wasn't really a friend in highschool, but is becoming more of one, and she somehow managed to take my disparate interests and skills and fuse them into a career (socially sustainable HR consulting) which sounds doable and exciting.
- I spoke to Naf on the phone.
- The 7 statements meme exploded on my LJ friends page, which led to some interesting insight on how I'm seen and how I see other people.
- Along those lines, Butterscotch Superman is an awesome descriptor.
Now, for some Braun-Fu:
Thursday was marked by the Money Order Fiasco, in which I managed to lose and then find $1300 in money orders, with the help of one of the pastors at the Lutheran Centre and an anonymous person who saw me drop them from the 3rd floor of GSAB, and returned them to the bank. It was a scary fucking hour, retracing my steps and trying desperately to catch a glimpse of the envelope on the background of leaves, until I gave up and trudged back to the bank.
Devoid of any feeling, wondering what the hell I was going to do about my now-missing $1300, I trudged back to the CIBC in the village, only to find that some anonymous benefactor had returned them. I went weak in the knees. I almost jumped the counter and hugged the teller.
It was relief on a seismic scale.
Two absolute strangers, one of whom ended her conversation and put off whatever she was doing to help me find the envelope, and another who returned the envelope and refused to provide any contact information to the bank tellers. I'm still sort of surprised, in a good way.
Friday wasn't at all what I was expecting - I had planned on going to class, then Exec Committee, and then working on EA stuff and my distance ed course before making an appearance chez Hicks and then going home.
Started off the day with buying large Toblerones with which to thank the Rescuers of Thursday. Ended up missing them both entirely, and leaving notes with respective secretaries. Exec Meeting was blissfully uneventful. Ended up wandering around the SUB with Jackie post AMS-birthday-cupcakepalooza, buying a leather cuff, and then taking the bus downtown together, conversing the entire time, parting at Granville Station, as I got off to catch a Skytrain.
After returning a shirt and recieving a phone call, I went home, prepared to gird my loins and do battle with Canada Customs about some sort of $352 charge levied on my free iPod. It turned out that it was assessed at $352, so I had to cough up roughly $60 (GST, PST, and an $8 Express Postage Handling Fee, which is nine kinds of BS),which is still stupid, but since I had to sell the thing the next day, I figured "what the hell" and paid it. Went home, downloaded comics and didn't do much. Apparently missed an epic desk crawl.
Saturday's plan: sell iPod, go swimming, hole up in office and work, go drinking.
Most of it went well, I sold the iPod (yes, Brie, I sold it for far more than I should have, but if people can't be arsed to look up that there's a new one out and that my resale should've been about $70 lower, then it's not my fault... right?) then beelined to the bank (for obvious reasons).
I didn't go swimming, and I didn't get nearly as much work done as I would've liked (see also: 64-person list meme on the LJ), and I missed the closing of the campus LDB by twenty minutes, so I had to make a detour to the one on 4th and Alma. Ran into Britt and Hurley, with whom I ended up buying SoCo, Coke, Colts, and limes before walking with them back to Hurley's place upon which I kept going to Drew's party.
I didn't hang out with Hurley in high school; we sat next to each other in Info Tech 11, and he dated someone in the mini in the year ahead of me, so we'd garner a nod in passing, or a micro-conversation at parties, but it was good to catch up with him and have the same conversation that people who've left somewhere (high school, college, working at an office, etc) have: where you talk about who's doing what now, and how weird it is to be "Dave, who plays poker."
It's not like it matters, but: Britt, I approve. ;)
Drew (and his party) were delightful. Got horribly drunk and a little high, argued that eight pairs of shoes doesn't merit a collection, was confused by girls, probably confused some girls, offended Nate, and ended up walking back to Rob's at about 3am. Apparently, me and Rob walk too damn fast, because Eurassia and Jordie showed up a bunch later and were... less than pleased with us.
On the walk back, though, I had a good, long talk with Rob about a lot of things that I don't entirely remember, but by the end of the whole thing, I felt a lot more sure of stuff than I had for a good long while.
The upshot of it all?
I walked home from the bus stop in the rain, headphones on, listening to the New Pornographers, being pleased.
It's been too long.
Posted by Gerald at 17:13
October 15, 2005
October 10, 2005
one of the many reasons I like the new Batgirl (other than the fact she's a walking tribute to neuroplasticity) is that that she can pull all sorts of stuff that Batman can't. Like PUNCHING THROUGH SWORDS.
I won't lie. I thought that frame was sorta hot.
Posted by Gerald at 19:48
October 08, 2005
October 05, 2005
stolen from Caitlin's blog (ie, the one most of you don't know)
Leave your name and
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written. (or whatever, I don't really give a shit)
Posted by Gerald at 00:47
October 01, 2005
I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I firmly believe that one day, I'll make it through a leadership multi-day orientation/focus thing without acquiring a stunning hangover.
This wasn't that day.
Between the two halves of the Equity Ambassador Fall Retreat, there was Kerrisdale Alpha's Housewarming Party, which was a fantastic time. I can't list all the moments of absurdity, stunningly geeky one-liners, so here're seven top choices, or more accurately, the seven I remember, because chances are high people said sillier and/or funnier things, and I just don't remember them now.
- "so, what you're saying is, if your mom was expressed in RGB, she'd be #FFFFFF?" me to Lindsay Woo, whilst discussing her half-Asianity.
- Brie lecturing Rob on his unexciting underpants, the citing of me as a paragon of boxer taste, and the dropping of my pants (as requested by Brie) to fully display said awesome boxer taste.
- Sock Cat.
- "Ellen Allien's coming?!" "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "When?" "Sunday, Richards." "Fuck you." "I'm serious." "No." "Yes." "No." "Before this goes any further: she's here. On Sunday. At Richards. With Matthew Dear. Will I see you there?" A conversation between myself and Thor... edited for brevity.
- Breaking Rob's bed while watching Futurama.
- The Giant Squid Made of Newspaper Skullfuck hat I was given because I hadn't brought a silly hat.
- the toast to bandwagons
The EA retreat went really, really well. I've got a good group full of good ideas, and as long as I can keep them focused, they'll produce fantastic works. I think I'm getting the hang of this whole leading thing, too.
Posted by Gerald at 21:49