Ninety-first day of work selfie

I got this dress at H&M.  I may or may not have bought it specifically for Canada Day because it’s red and white.  I wore it on the first day of the month, so why not wear it again on the last day of the month?  I got my black sweater from Suzy Shier.  My necklace is from Fan Expo and my earrings are from Claire’s.  My bracelet is from Sears and my ring is from UBC.  I tried touching up my nails with glitter polish but they’re still pretty chipped.  I restraightened my hair again, but it keeps unintentionally flipping out at the bottom.

I’m wearing makeup today because it’s my birthday.  Or at least I was.  Let me tell you how I failed today.  I bought this new fiber lash mascara on Car Free Day and decided to try it out this morning.  But I screwed that up and ended up having a huge amount of fibers just getting in my eyes.  All morning it was irritating me and then I looked in the mirror and noticed my eye was red.  It was early afternoon and I had no makeup remover with me, so I had to attempt to remove all my eye makeup with a paper towel and water.  And of course I was wearing a lot of it.  I’m pretty sure there are still some fibers stuck in my eyes and now there are darker circles under my eyes and it probably looks like I’ve been crying.  So my review of fiber lash mascara, is don’t do it, especially if you’re prone to  screwing things up.  At least with my eye being red, it matches my dress?

Sixty-eighth day of work selfie

I’m all pretty in pink today.  Is it too much?  Well if it is, I don’t care.  I got this dress at Car Free Day on Denman Street a couple weekends ago.  They had it in other colours, but the pink one was the most vibrant and just felt right for summer.  The purple tank top I’m wearing under it is from Smart Set.  My pink sweater is from the Plenty warehouse sale at the Vancouver Convention Centre on Easter weekend.  I know it’s hot, but when I’m in the office, the temperature is more regulated so I don’t really notice the heat or humidity until I go outside.  Maybe I should just leave a sweater in my office, since I don’t really need one when I’m outside before or after work.  

I’ve been buying a lot of fancy jewellery lately.  I got this necklace at Greek Day on Broadway yesterday.  I have a similar one in blue that I got from Payless and I got complimented on it, so I thought I’d buy another necklace in that style.  I bought a pair of matching earrings as well, but they are kind of heavy so I didn’t wear them.  I knew they were heavy when I bought them, but I really wanted a matching set.  Maybe next time, I will just wear them briefly for photos and then take them off.  Instead, I decided to wear my pink flip flop earrings which are more lightweight.  I got my shiny bracelet from Car Free Day on Main Street a couple weekends ago.  I somehow didn’t have a pink or purple bracelet to pair with this outfit.  We’ll have to change that soon.  

I love this purple ring that I got at Greek Day yesterday.  But it’s kind of tight.  I didn’t realize until afterwards how tight it is.  And I got a second ring in this size too.  The guy selling them told me it would be okay because my fingers would be less swelled up in the morning when I put on the ring.  But contrary to that, I felt like my fingers were actually more swelled up this morning and the ring felt even tighter.  I tried on the ring on my left hand just to see the difference, and my ring finger on that hand is somehow fatter.  I couldn’t even get the ring off, so I concluded that I must be married to myself now.  I managed to remove it using some lotion.  Is it possible to lose weight in your finger?  Is that a thing?  Maybe tight rings are like a corset for your finger?  I don’t want to hurt myself though.  But I feel like my finger fluctuates in terms of swelling throughout the day, because sometimes I feel like the ring maybe fits and other times I’m like nope, this is definitely way too tight.  I wonder if the guy will let me exchange them.  Except he doesn’t have a physical store and I don’t know what event he’ll be at next.  What a fail.   Maybe I’ll have to find someone who has a more slender finger than I do and bestow a lovely gift upon them.  Or sell it because I paid good money for it.  And also find someone who likes heavy earrings.  Or just keep everything and suffer through the discomfort because beauty is pain.

Forty-ninth day of work selfie

So I wore a dress with no leggings on Tuesday, not realizing how cold it actually was.  What a fail.  If there was ever a day when I should have worn pants, that was probably it.  But my leg hair was growing back fast, and I wanted to go bare legged while I still could without having to shave again.  I’m stubborn that way.  I don’t dress based on the weather.  I dress based on whether or not I’ve shaved, and based on what clean clothes I can find that sort of match.  I knew it might be cold and rainy that day, but I didn’t care.

This dress is slightly longer than my other dresses, so somehow I thought that would make it more weather appropriate.  I got it at an Orb warehouse sale at the River Rock Casino.  I feel like I should be wearing a cowboy hat or something, just because I’m wearing denim.  When I was in high school, at an all girls school, they had an idea one year that they would make Valentine’s Day fun by making it a “couples day”, where you could find a partner and dress as some sort of famous couple.  My friend and I did Brokeback Mountain.  I was Heath Ledger.  And I was amazing.  But we unfortunately didn’t win a prize for our awesome efforts.  Probably because it was also a Catholic school and they weren’t ready to accept our same sex love story.

Anyway, I love jean jackets.  I got this one at Old Navy on Robson Street downtown when I had leftover super cash to spend.  I didn’t want to wear an actual rain jacket or anything even though it was cold, because it’s June and I’ve set aside the boots and the jackets.  But this jean jacket seemed acceptable.  It looks as though I haven’t quite set aside the scarves just as yet.  At least not for cold days.  I got this one from a vendor at the UBC Sub.  I got the red necklace as a Christmas gift from my grandma.  The Supernatural wing earrings are from Fan Expo Vancouver, my ring is from UBC, and my bracelet is from Suzy Shier.  I thought about touching up my nails, but I think they’re too far gone now so I’ll just let them keep chipping away until there’s nothing left to see.

A sign that I shouldn’t start blogging again

Today, being April Fool’s Day, life decided to play a cruel joke on me.  So yesterday when I got home from work, I made chicken, not because I wanted it for dinner, but because I wanted it for my lunch for today. Before I went to bed, I packed my lunch, a large container of rice, chicken, vegetables, and avocado. I was looking forward to it. Needless to say, I did not get to have it for lunch today. Did I forget it at home? No, that would be too easy. Where is my lunch now? Sitting on a bus somewhere. I left it on the damn bus. 

What’s particularly annoying is that I realized I’d forgotten it as soon as I got off, but by then it was too late. I watched the bus drive away, debating whether or not I should run after it. I work at a university, UBC to be specific. There’s a lot of construction, currently, and always, which makes it difficult to get around. At times, it can be like a massive obstacle course just getting from building to building. This being the case, I got off the bus at the stop before the bus loop, to save myself the time and effort of maneuvering around the construction in that area. Upon realizing what I left behind, I made my way to the bus loop, figuring that maybe, just maybe, I could flag down the bus before it left. Unfortunately for me, it took longer than I’d hoped, by the time I crossed the street twice and made my way over. 

Once there, I had no idea which bus was the bus I had been on, or if it was even still there. I saw a #43 bus, but it wasn’t the same #43 bus that I had been on. The loop is massive and buses are randomly parked and pulling up every which way. Some also change their number to NIS when they are parked, since they are not in service at the time. I tried to remember what the driver looked like, and I think I may have found the right bus. Sadly, I found it as it was driving away, out of the bus loop, and out of my life. Forever.

I called Translink but they have no direct contact with the drivers. I must have sounded so sad and pathetic reporting a lost lunch bag. But this wasn’t just any old lunch bag. In fact you would even know it was a lunch bag just by looking at it. It was one of those insulated ones that looks like a purse. When I would carry it around, it simply looked like it was a small purse. Not to mention the fork and the Tupperware container inside it. And the food. My food, damnit! I spent all day thinking about the great meal I could have had but didn’t. It doesn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things. But imagine if I had lost a twenty dollar bill on the bus instead. When you add up the cost of the bag and the food and everything, it’s basically the same thing. I also take care to prepare my lunch every day because I have some dietary restrictions which can make it difficult to find something suitable when eating out. I ended up having to buy a sad looking bagel sandwich, which was very unsatisfying.

 So yeah. First world problem at its finest. But why, you ask, should I take this as a sign that I shouldn’t start blogging again? Well, when I was getting off the bus, I was in the midst of publishing my previous blog post this morning. And that distraction is what caused me to be so neglectful as to forget my damn lunch purse on the ground beside my seat. For some reason, the WordPress app kept on logging me out of my account, as I tried desperately to save and publish my post. I managed to do so, but at what cost?

I suppose it could have also happened in order to give my something random and unnewsworthy to blog about right now. But it’s not as if I’m going to run out of material anytime soon.

I need new pants

The other day, I wore a pair of jeans that had a hole in the crotch. Even though I knew they had a hole in the crotch. Because I couldn’t find any other pants. That was kind of a fail. Right now, I may or may not be wearing leggings as pants. I’m not sure which is worse. Where can I buy a good pair of pants?

I wish I had a smart boyfriend like Leonard who would write my paper for me without me asking him to

You know, in one of the latest episodes of The Big Bang Theory, where Penny is taking a History course and Leonard rewrites her paper for her and she gets upset?  I almost wish I was in that situation.  I was supposed to write a 10 page paper yesterday.  I wrote a paragraph.  So yeah, that was a fail. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking, taking a course that required a research paper.  Why do I keep making bad decisions?

I wrote a new blog post everyday this month

For no apparent reason. I guess it is possible. Though it causes me to severely limit the content of each post I write.

One of the reasons I wanted to blog everyday was because I was really behind on my posts and I figured I could catch up if I wrote a new post everyday. But that sort of backfired. Because instead of writing the posts I wanted to write, I ended up writing short and stupid ones, which put me even more behind on my blogging. Fail.

At one point I said that I was about two weeks behind on my tweets, two months behind on my blog posts, and two years behind on my life. How does one catch up when one is so far behind? I haven’t yet figured that out.

Since tomorrow is October, there’s no way of knowing whether or not I will publish a new blog post. I might. Or I might not. Your guess is as good as mine.

All Orbed out

So I sort of went to another Orb clothing sale. I very nearly didn’t. But I did. Don’t give me that look. You knew I would. But this time it was better than last time. Did I spend considerably less money? No, of course not. In fact I think I spent more. But trust me, it really was better.

I went there during the final hour, so as not to give myself ample time to shop. When I walked in, the first thing I saw was a rack of flojos flip flops. Funny how after the shoe sale, I was like I’m done with shoes, and that’s the first thing I go for at the Orb sale. Go figure. They were 3 for $25. I considered buying 6, but felt that would be too excessive. See, better.

What was different about this sale, was that I wasn’t seeing many things I really wanted. Maybe, as my friend would say, I was all orbed out. Usually I would grab 10 different tops to try on. But I didn’t. I tried on some pants and some shorts, which I am in desperate need of right now. But they didn’t fit right. I wasn’t expecting them too. Oh well.

They did have some great jackets there though. Go figure, jackets when it’s now summer. Although it doesn’t feel like summer, so maybe jackets weren’t such a bad idea. I bought this awesome jean jacket that I absolutely love. I’ve worn it twice already. And I plan to wear it many more times.

So all I bought for myself were 2 jackets and some flip flops. Not bad, right? The other jacket is waterproof and can withstand 2000mm of rain, according to the waterproof rating. That’ll come in handy, right? So how did I spend more than the last time? Well this time, I wasn’t selfish.

It was Father’s Day. And I felt badly about buying things for myself. So I bought a couple shirts for my dad. And my brother had been complaining about how he needed a new backpack. So I bought him one, and one for my sister who needed one too. And I got her a waterproof jacket too, since I didn’t really get her anything for her birthday, although apparently it’s the wrong size. I could keep it for myself, but I don’t need another one. Hopefully my friend will buy it off me.

And I also bought some scarves for my mom since she likes scarves and I didn’t want to not get her anything. Also I can borrow the scarves. For my twin brothers, I didn’t get them anything. Because there was really nothing there for eleven year olds. And I don’t think they have that much homework that they needed big, good quality backpacks. Not yet anyway. Dakine makes good backpacks, and they were 50% off at the sale.

But here’s the part where I failed majorly. I. Forgot. My. Visa. Yeah. What the fuck, right? What kind of idiot forgets their visa when they’re going to a sale? That’s pretty much like the equivalent of forgetting my phone. Which is of course unheard of. But I had my debit card. But I didn’t have enough money in my account. Fail!

Luckily, my friend was kind enough to put it on her card & lend me the money. I am so grateful, because not everyone would do that. I can think of other people who if I’d gone shopping with them would have just been like that’s too bad or just told me off for being stupid. I am so thankful that my shopping buddy is not like that. I feel like sometimes we enable each other with our shopping addictions, but we can also be a good voice of reason for each other as well. It’s okay, the shopping habit is under control. Although Orb is having another sale next weekend in White Rock… But that’s way too far to drive to be worth it… Right?

Your appointment’s at 12, but we won’t be open

So for every good experience, there’s an equal and opposite bad experience.  Or something like that.  Maybe I just made that up.  But yeah, yesterday I had a good experience with my pedicure.  So naturally, after yesterday’s success, today would be a complete fail.  Because that’s just how life is.

So I had an online voucher for Ciao Bella Studios from Dealathons.  Yes, I know I probably sound like some sort of spa junkie or something right now.  Trust me, I’m not.  I just jump on the opportunity to buy a good online deal and then they pile up and then I have to use them all around the same time before they expire on me.  I’ll admit it’s a bit of a problem.  But I’m dealing with it.

So last week, I called them to make an appointment.  I made it for today because it was my day off.  When I asked her for the available times, she said 11:30am and later.  So I asked for 11:30.  And then she asked if I could come at 12.  So I said okay.  And then I thought, why tell me 11:30 is an option, when really it isn’t?  Why bother giving me a choice when clearly I don’t have one?  That should have been my first sign that there would be a problem.

Ciao Bella Studios is on Victoria Drive in Vancouver.  So it is sort of out of my way.  But it seemed like a good idea at the time.  A time when I bought more online vouchers than I should have and am now paying the price.  But nevertheless, I went there.  And I was early.  I’m always either super early or a little bit late for things.  But no matter, it allowed me time to scope out the area.  But when I found the place, it was closed.  Even though the times on the door and on the website said that they opened at 10am.  What the hell?  But I thought maybe that’s why she had asked me to come at 12, because maybe she wanted to just open the store at the time of the day’s first appointment?  But that’s still false advertising for anyone hoping to drop in.

They confirmed my appointment and then the store wasn't even open

So I gave them the benefit of the doubt and waited around the area until it was actually 12pm.  I went to a dollar store that was pretty crappy.  Didn’t buy anything there.  And I went to the SPCA Thirft Store as well.  Didn’t buy anything there either.  Though I was tempted to buy the Trump: The Game board game.  My family watches The Celebrity Apprentice, so it would have been a good idea.  I actually kind of regret not buying it.  Would it be worth it going back there to make that purchase?  There was no price tag and I didn’t bother asking how much it was.  Now I’m having non-buyer’s remorse.

Okay, maybe it's a good thing I didn't buy this

When I went back at 12pm, there was still no one there.  I had called them twice, which was pointless, seeing as there was no one inside to answer the phone so it went straight to voicemail.  I walked around a bit and when I came back there was another girl waiting outside.  She was waiting to go in for tanning.  She asked me if I was there for tanning as well.  I should have been like “Yes, because I’m so pale…”.  I think tanning is pretty much one of the only beauty regimens that I don’t need.  I was there for waxing, if you must know.

She said she’d been there before and they usually never open at 10, even though they’re supposed to.  Something about the person not being able to get up early enough to make it there?  But I mean come on, it’s a fucking business, you can’t just advertise your store hours and then not be there.  That’s kind of ridiculous.  And what’s more ridiculous is when you schedule an appointment for someone at a certain time and then don’t even show up to open the place.  I can’t even call it bad customer service, because I didn’t even get any service.  I don’t know even know what to call it other than complete unreliability.

The girl told me there were other places around there for waxing, but I explained to her how I had the online voucher so it had already been paid for and I needed to use it.  She thought about leaving, but she said the fact that I had an appointment must mean that the person would be showing up.  And so we continued to wait.  I called the Dealathons customer service line and explained the situation to a representative there.  He asked me if I was at the right place.  I assured him that I was.  He said he would try to contact them and then call me back.  The other girl remarked that he was probably just calling the store number, that no one was there to answer.  I agreed that she was probably right.

Because my phone is a piece of shit, somehow I missed his call back even though my phone did not ring at all, nor show any indication that I was receiving a call.  I checked my voicemail, called him back, and yeah, he had just been calling the store.  He said he would get in contact with them in the next few days and figure something out.  I told him I didn’t want to have to reschedule this, seeing as I’d come all the way out there and made the appointment in advance, and there was no way for me to guarantee that this wouldn’t happen again.  I’m hoping at this point that they will just allow me a refund, or at least a refund in Dealathon dollars so that I can make a different purchase.

So I completely wasted my time on my day off.  I could have slept in and not left the house.  But one good thing I got out of going all the way to Victoria Drive, was that one of the ways I spent passing the time before what I thought would be my appointment was going into Calabria Bakery.  All I bought was muffins, but they were good muffins.  The one I ate had walnuts in it and was really good.  If I’m ever in that area again, hopefully not because I’m giving Ciao Bella a second chance, I’ll be sure to buy some more baked good from them.

Now this is a good business

I finally stopped waiting and left around 12:40, and the other girl left shortly after.  And I’m pretty sure that no one showed up and that they’ve just continued to stay closed for the day.  Yeah, that’s good for business.  Because if anyone had bothered to show up and open the place, they would have received the two voicemail messages I left them and would have hopefully called me back to apologize.  But they didn’t.  So I can only assume that the place is still closed.  What a fail.  For them and for me.  And for the girl who wanted a tan.  Maybe this was a sign for me that I should only be redeeming one online voucher per week?  Or a wanring to stop buying them because bad things can happen?  Who knows?  All I know is I won’t be going back, regardless of whether or not they’re open.

At least I got some good muffins out of this

There’s no point

I feel like maybe I shouldn’t be blogging today.  Maybe I should be joining Wikipedia and taking a stand against SOPA.  But if I were to blog or not to blog, who would really notice?  I do not have nearly enough impact.  There wouldn’t be any worldwide panic if I were to shut down my blog for a day.  Or any period of time for that matter.  That being the case, I may as well just blog today.  Instead of shutting down my blog for the day, I will just make this a useless post that no one will read anyway (I know, that could be a description for pretty much everything I write).

So I’m actually going to attempt to write about nothing right now.  I mean I’ve already mastered the art of writing about things that are unimportant, mundane, random, and trivial.  I think I’ve got that covered.  So how do I top that?  I’m not sure that I can.  But I’m willing to try.  Underachievement doesn’t always come naturally.  Sometimes it requires a little effort.

Many writers aspire to write about great and important things that matter and that people care about passionately.  But everyone wants to do that.  Everyone wants to be great.  But sadly, not everyone can be great.  I’ve always taken issue with motivational speakers who aim to encourage and inspire people to live the lives they’ve always dreamed of and that they can and will achieve success.  In some cases, people will live out their dreams.  But more often than not, they will fail.  Not everyone can be successful.  If everyone was successful, the word would lose its meaning.

I think that I would make a good unmotivational speaker.  To bring people back down to reality.  And form more realistic goals.  There’s a saying “Reach for the moon, even if you fail, you’ll land among the stars”.  You do know that a star is basically a burning mass of gas, right?  Why on earth would you want to land among that?  Well I guess you wouldn’t be on earth if you were landing there, but still.

Instead of aspiring to be great, maybe I should just focus on mediocrity for now.  Because it works.  It’s less stressful.  I think I often live by the phrase “Do as I say and not as I do”.  Because I sometimes do try hard at things and attempt success, but here I am saying that I ought not to.  I’m also indecisive, so I suppose I haven’t quite decided which path I should follow.  I tend to go one way or the other at any given time.  I’m either super busy, or incredibly lazy.  There is no in between.

What am I talking about right now?  I don’t even know anymore.  But that was my aim, wasn’t it?  To blog about nothing.  Well I suppose it’s impossible to blog about nothing, without actually just refraining from blogging in the first place.  So I guess I have blogged about something.  But something so meaningless that I don’t even know what it is.  This is kind of a fail of a blog post.  But since I had intended for this post to be useless, it would look as though it’s actually a success.