shinyPlasticBag

Anyone perfect must be lying
Anything easy has its cost
Anyone plain can be lovely
Anyone loved can be lost
Barenaked Ladies - Falling for the First Time

Well, it was an interesting weekend, and although it seems mildly eventful now, it was sort of slow while I was actually living it. Steve got his car yesterday. It’s a 1999 Volkswagen Golf. It’s a standard with a tiny engine (physically, not…powerfully…erm, yeah), and bright red paint. It’s the paint color, in fact, that has given it the name of Cherry, which is not yet official, but I hope it sticks. I suggested it to honor the character from the anime Saber Marionettes J, the only anime that I ever liked (excellent story, check it out if you ever get the chance). I like it, although Steve’s current motto is “If you can’t find it, grind it.” Classy.

Last night, as I was getting ready for sleep, I had an uber panic attack regarding school work. Somehow, I managed to let four assignments creep up on me, and they’re all due this week (although one of them is fairly straightforward, and is just a chunk of a group projct). This was around midnight. I knew I’d never be able to get to sleep unless I got something done, so I started working on my Object Oriented Programming assignment. I got it to the point whwere the data was getting read in and shoved into an efficient container, and left it at that. This morning, I woke up early-ish (I battled the alarm clock for two hours and finally climbed/rolled out of bed around ten) and started working on it. I had it done by 11:30, which is when Marg, an IWK person, called me to go fix her computer. The problem turned out to be that the program (Adobe Photoshop Album 2.0) didn’t support Windows 98. Waste of a bus ride. Anyway, she’s going to buy Windows XP this week, and I’ll install it on the weekend. Pugsley gave me a life home around 1:30. He was with Janet.

Speaking of which, today was the third anniversary of Janet and I being Janet and I. That’s a freakin’ long time. 36 months. 156 weeks. 1,095 days. 26,480 hours. 1,576,800 minutes. 94,608,000 seconds. For all intents and purposes, forever. Very cool, I think. I bought her a grey sweater, a toque (Canada rocks), and a tiny book on wizards and magic. She bought me two books: Vinyl Cafe Diaries by Stuart McLean, and a book on the Valley of the King’s that I don’t know the exact title of, or who wrote it — that’s because the book isn’t next to me, and she’s reading it. It’s very neat sounding — I love Egypt stuff, but then again, who doesn’t?

The Vinyl Cafe stuff rocks beyond all belief. For non-Canadians/non-CBC-listeners (these two groups make up the vast, vast majority of the world’s population), Stuart McLean hosts a radio show (The Vinyl Cafe, appropriately enough) on the weekends. It’s just stories of events in the lives of a few characters (namely Dave, a fifty-something guy who gets into the most ridiculous predicaments, such as getting trapped in the blood pressure monitor in the local drug store), and he delivers the stories in complete monotone. It’s so great. The Vinyl Cafe books have a great 1940s style about them that make you want to examine every little bit of the cover to make sure you didn’t miss anything. I highly recommended.

Oh, and by the way, ha ha, Mike: I have the book. Neener neener.