Finally alone!

I had a good weekend. Nothing terribly exciting ocurred, but it was enjoyable. I think the thing thing I enjoyed the most was having the house to myself - my dad had to work and my mom went with him so she could work on her van. This has been my first time since I've returned to Canada that I've had the house to myself.

So how did I take advantage of this time? I cleaned. And cooked. Does that seem as backwards to you as it does to me??? Despite what this sounds like, I enjoyed doing this. (Maybe I enjoyed the fact that I knew my parents wouldn't be home to mess it up within 5 minutes. Hee hee.) I operated for most of the morning on a couple of donuts my mom had bought, and by 2pm, I realized I was starving, so I ran over to A&W to buy some fast food.

For dinner I made the executive decision to have kebobs for dinner. I cannot recall ever seeing my family make kebobs, so I thought I'd rectify the situation. By the time my parents came home, I had all of the meat cut up (beef, chicken, and pork) as well as our veggies. (Green/orange pepper, zuchinni, and onions. I forgot the stupid cherry tomatoes in the fridge!) Dinner went very well! There were some good lessons learned:

• Don't bother including dad in the kebob eating experience - he ended up snagging an uncut piece of pork chop and tossing it on the BBQ. Buttmunch!


• Soak your skewers for longer than 2 hours. I've heard 24 hours mentioned before...


• Make sure you create some kind of system so you'll remember who's kebobs are who's. Mom and I could only tell after we bit into them - hers were honey garlic and mine were hot and spicy.

I've discovered that I've become obsessive compulsive about going to Blockbuster on the weekends. Even if I'm not in the mood to see a film, I ALWAYS go there! And I never come out empty handed! I ended up renting Evolution, and Legally Blonde.

I don't recall what I did on Sunday, but it was more of the same. I played on the computer a lot... I remember that much. Oh yeah, and I went grocery shopping. I'm attempting to plan my dinners each week. Fridge space in my new apartment is at a premium! (As a matter of fact, I'll be bringing in ANOTHER mini-fridge in order to alleviate some of the problems.) Tonight my plan is to make pad thai... Hopefully it won't be soggy like the past few times.

Anyways, as usual I'm at work, so I'm gonna skidaddle!

My fault this time...

First off I'd like to admit that I was in the wrong last night. Lauda and I had decided to go out for dinner and catch a movie. She then invited me to go to Queen's for some drinks with Tao and his girlfriend, Denise, since she was visiting.

I was okay with the plan, but Lauda wanted to stop by her apartment (a.k.a. my old house) to change first. I had absolutely no intention of entering that place. Lauda kept asking me, but I refused. When we got there though, Michelle's car wasn't in the driveway so I figured it'd be okay if I just went to Tao's and Lauda's little livingroom.

Things were going well. And then Michelle came home. Lauda and Tao didn't do anything or say anything. The door to our little area was closed. At first I tried to keep quieter, but gave up since it was pretty obvious that I was there. Nothing happened. We all got ready to go out.

As we were leaving, Lauda called out "Bye" to Michelle. Michelle didn't respond. Lauda tried again (she was calling around the corner - we couldn't even see Michelle but we knew she was in the livingroom). This time she said, "Bye Michelle! We'll see you tonight!" Michelle asked, "Is Maureen coming back with you?" And both Lauda and I answered with a "No." Michelle then replies, "Good because I don't think my dad would like having her here." And with that, we left.

Lauda was pretty shocked by that parting remark. Where the heck was she for the last week I lived there??? I was unsurprised really. The only thing about that that really bugged me was that she laid the blame on her dad - the problems are between us - I did nothing to her father. I guess the other part of what bugged me was that she said t to my face. Understandably that comment was probably aimed at me as much as at Tao and Lauda, but if you have a problem with your tenants' guests, you should tell them instead of the guests themselves. Of course, I'm not a guest, I'm more of an enemy now.

For the rest of the evening, I harboured a lot of aggression about the incident. But the more I thought about it, the less I can really blame Michelle. I mean, who'd want the source of so much tension back in their house? She's probably angry about the July cheque she missed out on with me. (And I don't blame her for that - I gave her very little notice.) It must seem like I have a lot of nerve/gall to go back to that house after all that happened between us.

There. I feel better now that I've gotten that off my chest.

Drinking at the Queen's was a lot of fun. We didn't stay there too long - we left at about 11pm. (See? I finally was out of the house after 9pm!) Afterwards I walked home, had a shower, and surfed the net till nearly 1am. Yikes! Now all I can think about is going home and sleeping sleeping sleeping.

Oh! And one more FANTASTIC thing about coming home yesterday after work... Kyle, my new roommate, is a complete hottie! When I got home, he was wearing nothing but his boxers in the kitchen. I did my best to avoid gawking/drooling, but I guess I failed, but immediately after I arrived, he went back upstairs to put on shorts. DARN!

Shattered hope

You know how you can sometimes pinpoint the moment your spirit breaks?
Today, I could hear the shattering sound that signaled that all the hope I had carried that something better might come along was lost. What happened to create this awful realization? I had had no work to do yesterday. I ended up reading my textbook for the most of the day before I finally contacted a lady who had mentioned she might have work for me.
She told me to talk to her the next day and she'd have something for me to do.

Well this morning I came into work and when she finally contacted me, she told me to ask Donna (a lady in business services) for work. I track down Donna and she leads me over to the shelves that act as mail boxes.
She tells me that they had devised a "big project" for me to work on.
She then proceeds to hand me a roll of paper towels and a bottle of Windex... My big project? Cleaning the shelves and relabeling them.
That's the moment when Bruce Power finally broke me.

(Sorry, there was a bit of exaggeration there. When I got back from lunch there was a message on my phone from another coworker saying they have a bigger project with more responsibility to work on from now on. I hope they're right, because if I had to do two more months of this stuff, I think I'd crack.)

Other than work stuff, the rest of my life is good! I had a great long weekend. On Friday I went to Waterloo with my mom to visit my sister. We ended up going out for cake at Symposium and playing mini-putt. On Saturday I dragged my mom and dad out for a walk around Harrison Park.
It was a great walk. Later that night, my mom and I went to see two
movies: The Devil Wears Prada (hilarious) and The Lakehouse (adorable).
I can't recall what I did on Sunday night... I think my mom and I watched Desperate Housewives and we did the same thing on Sunday.

I've moved into my new house without a hitch. I don't have much to say about it yet. It's much cleaner than my old one... The sounds echo like crazy though because it's all wooden floors. My housemates seem very friendly and chatty. All in all, I feel pretty encouraged by my first 2 nights here.