Ninety-sixth day of work selfie

I love long dresses because you don’t have to shave and no one will know.  Unless you decide to blog about how you haven’t shaved.  I got this long dress at the Khatsahlano Street Festival on West 4th last month.  I’m used to buying a lot of shorter dresses, so this one was kind of different and I loved the colour scheme.  When I left the house this morning, my dad asked “New dress?” and I said “What do you mean by new?” and he said “You haven’t worn it to work yet?” and I said “Yeah.”  How much time has to pass before an item is no longer considered new?

I got this purple sweater at H&M at Richmond Centre.  My black necklace is from Claire’s and my black bracelet is from a Christmas craft fair at Stevetson Community Centre in Richmond last year.  My purple clothespin earrings and my purple ring are both from Greek Day on Broadway.  Sadly, my hair is no longer straight.  Because I washed it again and it takes a long ass time just to dry, so forget straightening.  But I think it’s still slightly less messy than it was when it was longer.

I don’t feel like blogging

But I will anyway.  Because I can.  You may have noticed that it’s gone from everyday to every two days now.  That’s probably for the best.  Don’t want to overdo it, right?  I tend to overdo a lot of things.  Shopping, eating, drinking, blogging, complaining, thinking.  Maybe I ought to tone it down a little?

I would just blog forever all the time if I could.  I mean, I have countless ideas.  There’s never a problem for me with a shortage of things to write about.  I could write about literally anything.  And I do.  If you ask me what my genre is or what I write about, I couldn’t tell you.  Because I don’t have one.  I suppose I’m good at writing about what I know best.  Myself.  And my life.  Some may say that I’m pretty self absorbed in that regard.  Maybe I should change my blog title to “My random and unnewsworthy life”.  Would that be better?

It sucks that I have more ideas than I have the time or energy to write down.  I mean, I had a topic that I was going to write about today but then just didn’t feel like it.  I’ll write about it some other time.  Or maybe I won’t.  Who knows?  And then because I’m so indecisive and I have so many ideas, I can’t figure out which one of them to write about first.  And then after deliberating and not coming to any sort of conclusion, I end up not writing about any of them.  And instead I write a post like this one about how I couldn’t figure out what to write about.

I guess maybe I lied when I said I didn’t feel like blogging.  Because I’m blogging right now and it’s going okay.  For me, anyway.  I don’t know how it’s going for you.  Maybe you hate it.  Maybe you wish it was over.  Maybe you gave up on reading this far and so no one is actually reading this sentence right now.  I really have no way of knowing.  Maybe leave a comment if you made it this far, just so I know that you made it this far?  Or don’t.  It’s really up to you.

But anyway, I guess what I really meant was I didn’t feel like blogging about what I had originally intended to blog about.  Which is fine.  I don’t have any sort of blogging agenda that I need to abide by.  I’m open to whatever.  Maybe if I had more structure, I’d get more views.  But oh well.  Take it or leave it.  This is my style.  No style.  I blog when I want to.

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My thought process on the bus this morning

Do you ever arrive at a particular thought and then retrace how you got to it?  Cause I do that all the time.  And I think about the most random things while passing time riding the bus.  Here’s part of what my thought process was like this morning…

“I’m sitting on the bus.  It’s pretty empty today.  That’s good.  There could be a murderer on this bus and I wouldn’t know it, ready to take someone hostage.

That episode of Touch where he’s on the bus and that girl pulls a gun on him because she wants to kill that guy who killed her father and her brother.  But he stops her and she ends up in the hospital and she finds out her brother’s still alive.  And he needs a bone marrow transplant so she donates hers.  Lucky she found him, because he had no one else available who was a match.

That episode of American Dad where Haley needs a kidney transplant.  But then her dad might not really be her dad because her mom slept with another guy before the wedding so he might not be a match.  Her kidneys are failing because of too much drinking.  She was having drinks with her mom and her mom’s friend and her mom told her to sit the last one out but she drank it anyway because she didn’t want to be considered a light weight.

Some people remember every drink they had the night before and keep a list.  Like that guy on that episode of Dragons’ Den who developed that drink called last call that you take before you go to bed after a night of drinking so you don’t get a hangover.  He wrote a list of all the drinks he had the night before on his arm.  He had an actual flair bartender there helping him with his pitch.  It’s good to know people.

That episode of Beauty and the Geek where the geeks had to do flair bartending.  One guy had the accuracy and the technique down well, but the other guy was just more fun with it.  The guy who was more skilled got upset when he didn’t win.  But the other guy was funnier, and people would appreciate that more.

I would suck at flair bartending.  Or bartending in general.

There should be flair cashiering.  Why hasn’t anyone thought of that before?  You know, toss the stapler, spin around, twirl some pens.  I’m going to update my facebook status and tweet about that right now.

How did I end up thinking about this?  I’m going to retrace my thoughts.

(retracing thoughts)

Oh right, there could be a murderer on this bus.

I should blog about this tonight.”

I could totally do some flair cashiering by juggling these items during a transaction

I have a sore throat

I would like to apologize for the time lag between my posts as of late.  I let about a week go by without posting anything.  On here I mean.  I’m constantly posting on Facebook and Twitter, nothing can slow that down.  But I’ve neglected my blog a little and that’s unacceptable.  I remember a time not too long ago when I would write daily blog posts.  Now it’s more like weekly blog posts.  I fear at some point it will be monthly blog posts.  And then shortly after, the blog will just die.  Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.

In my defense, I’ve had a sore throat, so I haven’t felt like saying much.  And yes, I do realize that this should have no impact whatsoever on my ability to blog, as blogging does not require talking, only typing.  And I’m an excellent typist.  My throat is sore.  My fingers are fine.  I remember once my dad bought me this Mavis Beacon teaches typing thing.  No, that’s not what helped me.  That thing was bullshit, I hated it.  I think I acquired my superb typing speed from sending emails and typing on msn.  No, I don’t know how many words per minute I can type.  A lot?  I mean who actually sits with a stop watch and times themselves as they type?  Maybe I should do that…

I suppose the only way I’d be able to use a sore throat as an excuse for my lack of blogging would be if I used one of those voice activated program things to dictate what I want to say and then the program types it out for you.  But I don’t.  Or if I hired a stenographer for my blogs.  But I don’t do that either.  I just type them out.  And I don’t think out loud or say a word as I do.  So yeah.  The sore throat was not a valid excuse.  But it’s my blog.  So I don’t need a valid excuse.  I can use an invalid one if I feel like it.

But I suppose you could infer that if I ha a sore throat, I was probably a little sick, and therefore not feeling 100%.  Well technically I’m never feeling 100%, let’s be honest.  Does anyone actually ever feel 100%?  I’m usually 80% at best.  Okay, maybe 86%?  I’ll say that much, because in high school 86% was an A grade.  So yeah.  But right now I feel more like 70%.  I don’t know, I was never good at math.  The point is, I wasn’t feel that great, and therefore didn’t feel like blogging.  Because if I don’t feel good, how am I supposed to write a good blog post?  Well I guess I could just fake it and you wouldn’t know.  But I’d rather it be real.

So I guess I’ll start posting more frequently again.  Maybe.  We’ll see how it goes.  I’ll see how I’m feeling.  I could really use a manicure.  I always could, my nails are in terrible shape.  How do you suppose that would affect my typing?  Would that interfere with my ability to blog?  So many things can have an impact these days.  But as for my throat, I’ll take some Halls and hopefully it won’t be sore anymore.

I wonder what the longest blog post title ever written was. Is there a limit to how long your title can be? I wonder if there is or not. Oh the things I think about. Someone should really test this out and find out. I’d really like to know. And I’m sure other people would too. I can’t be the only one. It doesn’t look as though there is a limit. Because I’m still typing in the space that has been allotted for typing your title and am not being stopped. This could go on forever if I let it. I could just type my whole blog post in the title box if I wanted to. Who knew that was possible? Sadly this new realization is not nearly as exciting as I had hoped it would be. In fact I’m rather disappointed. I really thought that there was a limit to this and that I would be cut off at some point. But I guess not. And now I’m just an idiot who’s rambling about nothing in a blog post title. Which is incredibly sad. I guess I should stop soon now that I know that there is no limit. I suppose it is nice being able to stop on my own accord rather than being forced. And I do appreciate that. I think this is the longest blog post title ever. I highly doubt that anyone else would take the time to ramble on like this. Only me. And as this title comes to an end, I must decide whether or not I will write anything in the actual post itself. I don’t really need to, as I’ve already said more than enough in this title. Should I leave it blank? I’m so indecisive. In any case, I will end this title now. By choice, not by necessity. I love having free will.

This has been a test to determine whether or not there is a limit to the length of a blog post title.  There isn’t.

Did you miss me?

If you didn’t that’s okay.  I was only gone for a week.  Well I wasn’t actually gone.  I was still here.  I just wasn’t blogging.  I’ve gone longer than a week without it before, it’s no big deal, it happens.  I just got busy.  And then I got lazy.  And then I got sick.  And then I recovered. And then got lazy again.  And none of those states were conducive to blogging and so I neglected to do so.

But I’m back.  Even the most frequent and compulsive bloggers need a break sometimes. A couple people had mentioned to me that they could barely keep up with reading all my posts.  And if people don’t have time to read them, what’s the point in writing them at such a frequency?  So I thought I would do the decent thing and slow things down a little.  Did it help?  Are you all caught up now?  Can I pick up the pace once more?

Maybe some of you didn’t even notice that I stopped.  I’m sure some people may have thought “oh good, she’s finally given up on the whole blogging thing and found something better to do with her life.  Thank God we no longer have to be subjected to the useless thoughts that she feels the need to type out all the time.”  Well sorry to disappoint those people.  I still have nothing better to do with my life.

While sickness is behind me for now, laziness and business face off as they often do.  How can one be both incredibly lazy and incredibly busy at times?  I don’t know, it just happens.  But if you ever see a lag in my posts, you can most likely attribute it to one of the two.  Either I’m not home and therefore not at my computer, or I’m home but have opted for something more productive to occupy my time with, like eating or watching TV.

In any case, just wanted to inform you that I may be resuming to my regular blogging, although perhaps not as frequent as before, to allow for my laziness and/or business.  And also to allow for slow readers.  They deserve some accommodations for their needs as well.  Why should only speed readers be accommodated to?  That wouldn’t be fair at all.  And I am all about fairness.  So if you missed my blogging, stay tuned for more.  And if you couldn’t care less, then why are you still reading this?


What’s the point of Twitter?

When I first joined Twitter, I didn’t understand it.  At all.  It took me a while before I even signed up.  I remember seeing the weird commercial where some guy with an accent was talking about “tweeting” and I thought “what the hell is that all about?”  I was very content with Facebook at the time and saw no need for Twitter.  It was just an unnecessary social media platform that I did not need in my life.  There was no point.

I’m not sure why I finally caved and decided to start a Twitter account.  I don’t remember when I started it.  Two years ago?  Something like that.  I didn’t really use it for the first while that I had it.  I thought it was stupid.  It was basically like Facebook, but with only status updates.  And nothing else.  And you couldn’t even like the statuses, you had to retweet or favourite them.  I couldn’t be bothered with that.  And I wasn’t very good at obtaining followers.  Probably because I didn’t tweet enough to be deemed worthy of following.

I also didn’t like the fact that I was limited to only using 140 characters.  What if I had more to say?  What then?  I hate limitations.  And having to shorten my words.  I try as hard as I possibly can to have proper grammatical sentences, even when using Twitter.  But I found myself having to use “b” instead of “be”, “2day” instead of “today” and “u” instead of “you”.  And sometimes even then, I was over the limit.  I hated it.

Somewhere, somehow, my opinion drastically changed.  I don’t know how or when this happened.  But today, I tweet all the time.  ALL the time.  Maybe it happened about the same time when I began to generate more and more Facebook statuses, more than the average person.  I suppose I then decided that I may as well use those statuses on Twitter as well.  Why not?

It took me a while to figure everything out.  It wasn’t until last year that I finally learned the concept of a hashtag.  And then I went overboard with it.  I didn’t fully understand it.  A few people have mentioned how odd or long my hashtags were at times.  I would just run together a bunch of words at the end of my tweets #whywouldinotdothatitmakesperfectsensetome.

When I first set up the account, my username was @frosty_rain.  Which is lame, I know.  It was based on my email address that I set up back in Grade 8.  When I was lame.  I have since changed it to @d_vaz, because that at least incorporates my initial and last name.  Not that anyone cares either way.  Should I change it again?  Would that confuse people?  It’s better than using my whole name.  Because if I were to make it @dominiquevaz, if someone were to reply to my tweets, they would use up precious characters just typing it in.  Best to keep it short.

I recently wondered whether I should have multiple twitter accounts.  Which I now do.  My main one, and now one for this blog, and one for my other blog.  Which I haven’t really done much with yet.  But @randomandunnews and @whatarewewatch now exist in addition to @d_vaz.  Whether I will do anything with them, is another question.

I still hate the limitations that Twitter has.  I refuse to link my Twitter and my Facebook.  Because I often need to modify my Facebook statuses in order to allow them to fit the 140 character limit on Twitter.  And I don’t want Twitter’s strict character count rule to influence the length of my Facebook updates.  Not going to happen.  But I have learned to deal with the limitation on Twitter.  Because now that I have a blog, I can write however the hell much I want.