don’t give up on me just yet…

So i haven’t been blogging for a while but before you reject my blogging as “just a phase” or a “passing whim”, i will now astound you by resurfacing and blogging with new and calculated vengence! Okay, not really, but still, I’m typing words, on a screen, that may or may not make sense, but that’s a start right?

To be honest, I would be posting more stuff if I actually DID more stuff and i’ve already maxed out on my Giant vs. Ant battlestory quota (despite the fact that it is in fact a long and epic saga).  Instead, i present to you a list of  notable things I did last week:

1. Went to work

2. Got paid! Whoot Whoot!

3. Paid some bills (*shaking fists at Mastercard*)

4. Got a pedicure, that was LOOONG overdue, the esthecian actually screamed when she saw my feet

5. Got my hair cut, and dyed! (it’s light brown now)

So as i’m looking at this list and it’s pretty pathetic. I’m sorry, but you know, going to the salon is a tough job but someone’s got to brave it.

a magical recovery

I’m happy to report that after a long week of hobbling about and bumming rides with friends, I’m finally at a solid 75% recovery state thanks to some magic pills. Really, they’re magic, and legal. My co-worker gave them to me saying that if I took 5 of them 3 times a day, my sprained (and very swollen) foot and ankle would be better in a day, and she was TOTALLY right. And this was some homeopathy stuff, which I totally thought was a hoax after my friend Wen (who i know will be reading this and is vehemently a non-believer in homeopathy and will be rolling her eyes when she reads this) explained in lay-man terms what it actually entailed, but i’m going to have to say it actually works. So if any of you guys ever sprain your ankle, or foot, (which i hope never happens but if it does) just gimme a call, i’ll hook you up with the shiznit.

I also realized that I don’t have enough friends with cars. A lot of them have bikes, but not cars. This is not very useful when you need rides because you can’t walk. I mean, I tried to walk a block and it took me 30 minutes, and I had to give up and call a cab. And i’d totally drive myself but i don’t have a license, nor a permit, and quite frankly, I think i’m doing pedestrians a favour by staying off the roads. Lives are being saved each day i am not at the wheel of a moving vehicle, trust me.  So, dear friends: get cars (and preferrably ones with those vertical lift doors cuz that would be crazy pimp).

Black Sunday Part. II

I have not posted this past week due to a series of unfortunate events.

1. I was sick

2. There was another ant invasion/massacre (more on this later)

I got sick because i slept in the back seat of a car, because I was stranded at a boring party and I was like, this is lame, and i’d rather sleep in a freezing car then put up with more of this douchey lameness.  So i did, and then i got sick.  I went to work the next day and spent the day making kleenex fortresses around my desk from the amount of times i had to blow my nose, and my co-workers now hate me because my pathogens got everywhere and i’m quite certain they are shaking their fists right now as they’re blowing their noses.

Once i got my sense of smell back, I figured I’d celebrate with some candy.  My candy of choice are those sour coke bottle gummies.  So I bought a bag, and i brought it to work.

Usually, I could have eaten the entire bag in one sitting, but i was like, you know, maybe i should try out this thing called moderation.  I hear it’s good for your health.  So i eat half, and leave the rest for the next day.  Except i forgot about the ant thing, because they made or rather, i made them quite scarce after the Black Sunday massacre that I had completely forgotten about their wily, sugar-stealing ways.   So needless to say, I came in the next morning, not to find a bag of coke candies, but a bag of coke candies sprinkled with ants which in Mexico is probably a popular kind of snack product, but i was like, i’ll pass.  So there was some massacring, but this was kind of half-ass because i was still mildy sick, so to paint the picture more accurately i’d say it was more of a multiple-homicide.

But then the next day, i was working and i saw an ant that was like humongous, and I mean HUMONGOUS.  It was at least like 10 times the size of a regular ant, and i was like crap, the ants are getting mafioso on me,  like this is totally the ant thug that shows up at your door and leaves only once your jaw and legs are broken.   So i played it chill.  You don’t want to anger the thug, just wait patiently for it to leave because its really not here to you know, pop a cap in your ass, but just to rough you up a bit.

Alas, there was no Giant vs. Giant Ant showdown to speak of.  I wasn’t going to mess with that one cuz it was a monday, and i wasn’t in full form, not that i so could have kicked his ass, but you don’t want to start the week with death showdowns, that’s more of a friday-to-sunday kind of affair.

Existential Highlights of an aspiring architect

Sometimes i am baffled by the inanity of what i do.  Don’t get me wrong, I love architecture, but occasionally, there’ll be a moment when i’m doing something and all of a sudden i’m like, what am i doing with my life???  Here are some highlights:

Incident 1:  Spending an afternoon drawing rain gutters on a house, and then admiring how nice the gutters look because i managed to add a little bit of curvature in there.

Incident 2:  Using the lasso tool in Photoshop around some random dude’s crotch for an hour to get a clean edge  so that i can then use the picture in a montage.

Incident 3:  Printing, then reformatting, then re-printing a document because the font i used was perhaps 1pt size too small.

I’m sure there are plenty of others, but these were the ones off the top of my head.  Share yours.

And just as a random sidemark:  What’s the difference between being Danish and a Dane?  Do people refer to themselves as Danish or Dane?  This has been my preoccupation for the past 2 days and i Wikipedia-ed this and i still don’t know.  But juicy tidbit: there are actually 56,916 people living in Greenland!