Ninety-ninth day of work selfie

I told you I’ve been wearing more pink this summer.  My sister gave me this dress for my birthday last year.  She has good taste.  I mean, of course she has good taste, she borrows my clothes sometimes.  She got it at Bryan’s.  I think she actually bought it for herself and then didn’t like the way it looked on her and then decided to gift it to me.  But whatever.  She’s really into rainbow designs.  I wore this dress to the Vancouver Pride Parade last year because it’s so rainbow like.

My pink cardigan is from the Plenty warehouse sale at the Vancouver Convention Centre during Easter long weekend.  My necklace and earrings are both from Payless.  My bracelet is from Sears and my ring is from the Blim Market street festival downtown last month.  I’m kind of liking my hair being dirty and messy.  It kind of works.  Or maybe it doesn’t.  But whatever. 

Eighty-second day of work selfie

And we’re back to dresses.  I got this dress at a vendor at Fiji Day at Swanguard Stadium in Burnaby on Saturday.  My sister was working at the event at the face painting booth, and my dad was like “Are you going?  Don’t you go to all the festivals?” so I decided to check it out.  I’m annoyed, because I have two other dresses in this style, that I got from the vendor I usually buy from at street festivals.  Why am I annoyed?  Because the vendor I bought this new dress from on Saturday sells the same style of dresses for less than half the price that I’ve been paying at the other place.  They didn’t have as many different kinds though.  I have the same dress in red, but slightly shorter, which I was actually wearing when I bought this one.  There was a black and grey one as well, but my friend bought it, so I went with the brown one.  I like that they’re easy to just try on over what you’re already wearing, and that they’re stretchy and one size fits all.   My blue cardigan is from Forever 21.  I got my necklace from Payless and my earrings from a vendor at Car Free Day on Main Street.  My bracelet is from a vendor at Carnaval del Sol a couple weekends ago, and my ring is from a vendor at the Blim Market Festival on Granville Street that I went to yesterday.  I also go a new iPhone case at Aldo yesterday.  My hand is covering it, but it says #SELFIE on it.  I felt like that was appropriate for me.

Fifty-first day of work

Since Thursday was supposed to be warmer than Wednesday, I thought I would wear a dress again.  This Old Navy dress is a little thicker than my other dresses so I thought I should wear it while the weather wasn’t too hot.  This sweater is from H&M.  It actually matches my nail polish.  Or what’s left of my nail polish, anyway.  My scarf is from an Orb warehouse sale, and my ring is from UBC.  My necklace, bracelet, and earrings are from Claire’s.  And I still hadn’t washed my hair yet because I wanted to keep it straight, or straight-ish for a little while longer.  I ended up wearing sandals with this outfit, because my sister needed the one pair of flats I could find for her college graduation ceremony that day.  It was also her birthday, so I let her have them.  I have so many pairs of flats by I can’t seem to find any of them.  My toes were kind of cold in sandals and my toenails were badly painted but oh well. 

Forty-fourth day of work selfie

When I came home from work that day, my sister asked me if I’ve been wearing more suits lately.  I told her I don’t wear suits.  I guess she meant blazers.  Which I guess I have been wearing more often.  Apparently she’s noticed.  I’ve had this black blazer from Bryan’s for a while now but had yet to wear it.   It’s kind of looser fitting than my other blazers, but I like it.  I like being able to look professional without looking super feminine sometimes.  I got this red shirt at Dynamite a while ago and this was my first time wearing it as well.  It was a little wrinkled, but you can’t tell because I covered it up.  My red scarf is from a kiosk in Metrotown, and my red heart necklace, which is unfortunately blocked by my scarf, is from Carleton Cards and has my birthstone.  I like buying jewellery from places you wouldn’t expect.

Forty-second day of work selfie

Yes, I own two of the same blazer in different colours.  After finding that green Vero Moda blazer at Winners, I discovered that The Bay had it in red.  Red is just so bold and bright and wanted to add more of it to my wardrobe.  But that mint green blazer was such a lovely colour too.  I debated briefly and then decided to purchase the red one as well.  One can never have too many Vero Moda blazers.  I just feel ready to take on the world when I wear it.  I got this black top from H&M.  I think it was at the one at West Edmonton Mall actually.  I’ve only been there once.  I was there for my brother’s and sister’s youth bowling tournament when they made it to the Nationals.  My dad was a coach and so they needed another adult to stay with them while he went to meetings.  So I got to spend 3 days standing in a bowling alley.  But on the first day, we had free time to briefly visit the mall.  I remember I almost bought this top in green, but I’m glad I decided on the black.  I remember there was no PST because it was Alberta so I was pleasantly surprised.  My video game heart necklace is from Fan Expo Expo Vancouver and my red earrings are from a kiosk at Lansdowne Centre.

That time I almost blinded myself: The most epic staring contest of all time

Don’t you hate it when there’s something in your eye and it stings and itches and you can’t seem to get it out and your eyes begin to water?  That happened to me at work the other day and I was pretty much almost crying in my office.  I know you’re not supposed to rub your eyes, but sometimes I can’t help it because they get really itchy.  Damn allergies.  Also for a long while, my eyes would water every morning as I waited for the bus because the air and the weather were so cold that they had that effect, so it would look like I was just crying when really my eyes would just end up physically watering as a reaction to the cold.  Apparently this happened to my sister recently and some guy went up to her and asked if she was okay, because it looked like she was crying.

Anyway, this all made me think of the time when I went to the Bloggers in Sin City conference in Las Vegas a couple years ago.  It was less of a conference, and more of a get together where I got to do a lot of fun Vegas things and meet an awesome bunch of people who love social media as much as I do.  It was the second day of the conference, and we had our own private party welcome mixer at Serendipity 3, across from the Flamingo.  There were lots of appies and drinks.  And also games.  Because of course with a group of strangers, you’re going to have some sort of ice breaker type thing.  I remember we had to pair up and give our partners 8 second hugs.  I’m not a hugger, but the hugs were good.  The hugs are not what almost destroyed me.  What happened after the hugs was.

Serendipity 3

Serendipity 3

We had a staring contest.  I’m sure most of you have had staring contests at some point in your life.  Because it’s a stupid thing that we do because we can.  Mostly as children, but why not as adults?  But this wasn’t just your average staring contest.  It was literally the most intense staring contest, or possibly contest of any kind, that I’ve endured.  There were prizes at stake.  And good prizes too.  There were 68 of us, and with the exception of the organizers, we were all assigned a competitor to begin with.  Each group would have a stare off, and the winner of that pair would then move on to face another worthy opponent, and so on and so forth until one of us would emerge victorious.

Now, I’m not very good at a lot of things, competitively speaking.  I am terrible at sports.  And pretty terrible at video games too.  I can do decently at a few boardgames.  What sucks is that despite my lack of skill, I’m still a fairly competitive person.  I love winning.  Because who doesn’t?  Don’t we all want to be winners?  Since I have zero athletic ability, maybe this was my time to shine.  Staring?  I was good at that.  Hell, I stare all the time.  Sometimes I space out and don’t even realize I’m staring.  And blinking is so overrated.  I could totally do this, no problem.

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I fared quite well against my first few opponents.  My eyes were open far longer than theirs.  Finally, something I was good at.  I kept on going, beating every competitor who dared to stare into my eyes, for I stared back into theirs even harder.  They were simply no match for my supreme staring ability.  And then, there was Larissa.

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I didn’t really peg her for someone who was so competitive.  Nor did I peg her for someone who could or would make me cry.  But she was, and she did.  Maybe I had gotten a little too cocky by this point and had just instilled myself with a false sense of confidence?  Maybe I had strained my eyes a little at this point from all the previous stare offs?  Maybe Larissa was just a superhuman who doesn’t blink like a normal human being?    All these things would eventually lead to my downfall.

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We stared at each other like no one has ever stared before, our eyes piercing into one another’s as if seeing deep into our souls.  Perhaps she enacted some sort of gaze mind control trick, I can’t be too sure.  Minutes passed by and neither of us showed signs of blinking.  We had our game faces on and would not give in without a fight, no matter how painful.  And it was, indeed, painful.  As the minutes added up, my eyes eventually began to sting.  They were not meant to remain open for this long without blinking.  But no pain, no gain, right?  I could push through this.

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And then came the water works.  Tears began to stream down my face.  No, more like pour.  Rivers just pouring out of my eyes.  But still, I did not blink.  People watched in horror at this spectacle.  Larissa yelled at me to blink, partly because she wanted to win, and partly because I think she was genuinely concerned and slightly horrified that I was literally crying right in front of her.  I was a mess.  And so was my face.  I’m pretty sure I lost more tears that day than on any other day of my life.  At one point, I thought I saw Larissa blink but I was mistaken.  I’m pretty sure I couldn’t see clearly at that point anyhow.  But still I stared on, doing everything in my power to keep my eyes open, despite every fibre of my being telling me I needed to blink.  But as more time passed, I just couldn’t take it anymore, and I offered up a single blink.  It looked like I was crying because I lost, but really my tear ducts were just still messed up from my lack of blinking.  Larissa went on to the final round, beating out Kitty and winning the whole damn competition.  I can’t remember what it was exactly that she won.  I think it was a gift card and some cell phone stuff.  Like good tech stuff.  I tried to forget, since I was clearly envious.  The whole ordeal had been a lot harder for me than it had been for her, and yet she reaped the rewards.

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After my defeat, I had to sit for a while.  I know, it wasn’t like it was physically draining activity in terms of strength, but I was still a bit out of it.  And I couldn’t see properly.  Like my vision was really blurred.  I pride myself on having perfect vision and I was worried I may have jeopardized this all for a silly contest.  I made my way to try and find the bathroom, and the staff clearly though I was drunk, because I was out of it and stumbling and my makeup was all messed up.  Little did they know that this was because I couldn’t see properly.  I did my best to wipe away the last of the tears and to salvage my makeup and to gain my vision back.  Luckily, I managed to do so.

I don’t know if it’s possible to permanently damage your vision from excessive eye strain or lack of blinking, but I was so paranoid afterwards, especially when time had passed and my vision was still blurred.  Thankfully, it all went back to normal eventually and I vowed never to jeopardize my eyes like that ever again.  But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t secretly dream of a rematch in which I vowed revenge took back the glory that should have been mine…

Twenty-first day of work selfie

I really like blue when it comes to clothing.  I got this dress at an Orb Warehouse sale and I think I got the cardigan from Ross.  The scarf is actually my mom’s.  My sister gave it to her for Christmas.  She gave me one too, but it was red and black and didn’t match this particular outfit.  I think she go it from Ardene, which has some fairly decent stuff if you look for it.  I’m still not okay with buying actual clothes from there though.  Except I have bought yoga stuff there before which wasn’t bad. I only have one long blue necklace but it’s not the right shade of blue for this outfit, so I opted for my silver, nickel free Payless heart.

The bee in the bedroom: A tale of cowardice

The other day I was in my room reading a book. Yes, I’m aware this already sounds made up just from that first sentence. But really, I do read on occasion, every so often. Or try to anyway. On this particular occasion I failed. As I sat there, minding my own business, I heard buzzing. Shit. Where is it coming from? And then I saw it. The bee. First I hoped maybe it was just a fly, because flies buzz too. But no, it was a bee.

How the hell did it even get in my room? I didn’t even open a window. It spent some time near my closed window, perhaps trying to get out. I suppose the smart thing to do would be to go over and open it, so that it could be successful in its attempt. But that would mean going closer to it willingly, which I did not want to do. Also, I was worried that if I were to open my window, another bee would come inside and join its friend. I was not about to let that happen.

So I decided to just do what I do best. Nothing. I sat still, minding my own business. They say if you don’t bother them, they won’t bother you. Lies! It flew towards me, buzzing in my ear. I hate that. The worst thing about bees is when they come up and buzz right in your ear, & come close to your neck. I left my room, but left the door open, hoping it would fly out of there, and go out another window somewhere else in the house. Cause you know, that was a good plan.

I sort of just hung around the house doing nothing, avoiding my bedroom at all costs. A few times I would briefly go in there, looking around to see if the coast was clear. But then I would hear buzzing, or see it creeping on the blinds of my window and have to retreat. Just by being there, it had somehow marked that whole territory as its own. I felt like this was worse than that time that spider was in the shower, though others seem to disagree. Maybe it’s because the spider was stationary, and I found a way to get rid of it. And because I wasn’t in the shower yet at the time. But the bee, it just buzzed around every which way. And I was afraid of being stung.

My sister asked me if I could get rid of the moth in her room. I said I would if she got rid of the bee in my room. Then she laughed at me and felt a whole lot better about her situation. And then she started telling me about how painful bee stings are and how much they hurt and how it’s way worse than getting a shot. Cause you know, I needed to be freaked out even more. I don’t know why I’m so afraid of being stung. I’ve never been stung before. At least I don’t think I have. If I had, I’d know right? I’m constantly being bitten by various insects, but stung, I don’t think so.

My sister started to ask if I’d rather have a spider, a giant crane fly, or a bee in my room. First I said the crane fly, but those are pretty much spiders with wings. Then I said the spider but then she said it could crawl on my bed. So I thought really, is the bee actually the best? I just hate the buzzing. I complained about the bee in my room and my mom was just like it’s fine. And I’m like what do you mean it’s fine? Clearly it was not fine.

That night, I’m not even completely sure if the bee was in fact still in my room or what happened to it. When I went to bed, I could hear a faint buzzing noise, but I couldn’t tell if it was real or just in my head. Either way it was disturbing. My brother’s radio was on, perhaps I was just hearing noise from that. I felt something on my neck and freaked out a little. But I think it was just my hair. But I covered my head with the covers so that if it was in the room, it wouldn’t come buzzing at my ears. I felt as paranoid as Sabrina on Raising Hope, when she puts pantyhose over her head at night for fear that a spider will lay eggs in her ears. Okay, I’m not that paranoid. It also made me think of that episode of Boy Meets World where there’s a rare bee on the dean’s neck and she’s allergic so Mr. Feenie grabs it off and gets his hand stung, to show how much he loves her. Clearly I watch too much TV.

I’m pretty sure the bee left at some point. Or I would have noticed it there the following day. But what about the rest of the summer? When there are more of them around? And when I do open my bedroom window because it gets too hot? What then? Do I need to get stung in order to overcome this fear? Because I’d really rather not. And if I get stung, the bees win. And we can’t have that now, can we?

It buzzed around amidst the blinds. I leave my window closed out of fear.