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.

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How I spend my Tuesdays

Today I experienced a bit of deja vu as I was nearing the end of my day.  I seem to have my Tuesday routine down: work, volunteer, miss the bus, Fresh Slice, London Drugs.  In that order.  Except that the Fresh Slice and London Drugs are interchangeable as to the times they occur in that sequence (side note: every time I try to type “Fresh Slice”, I always end up typing “Fresh Slive” instead.  What the hell?  I don’t seem to mess up the “c” and the “v” keys when typing any other words.  I don’t know what the problem is here).

And by routine, I of course mean two Tuesdays in a row.  Crazy, I know.  Maybe the fact that I’ve blogged about it twice makes it seem as though it’s happened more often.  I should actually add to the end of that sequence: come home, eat, watch tv, blog, herbal tea, attempt to sleep, sleep.  Except eat is often repeated after TV, and sometimes after blog.  And sometimes simultaneously occurs along with TV and herbal tea.

Last Tuesday, before I missed the bus, I ran for said bus, knowing all too well that it would not be there when I reached the stop.  Today was similar.  I looked out the window of the Canada Line and saw the 401 sitting there.  I forced the person beside me to get up sooner than he would have liked, so I could assume my position as close to the doors as possible when we pulled to the station.  But instead of running, I fast walked.  Made like I was in a hurry, but not too much of a hurry.  Because I knew that I would miss it, and didn’t want to look like an idiot again when it happened.  But a small part of me hoped that maybe, just maybe, it would stay, and that part of me made me move just a wee bit quicker.

And I noticed other people rushing as well (Oh wait, I lied.  When I tried to type “noticed” I ended up typing “notived”.  Guess I do have a general problem with the “c” and “v” keys after all).  I figured the other people must be trying to catch the bus as well, and if they do indeed make it, they can hold it for me.  But alas, they did not make it either.  Or maybe they weren’t actually running for it.  Maybe they just felt the urge to exercise spontaneously?  Either way, I missed the bus again.  But the fact that I didn’t run this time made it less disappointing.

And of course it also allowed me to make stops at both Fresh Slice (I spelled it right on the first try that time!) and London Drugs.  I was again worried I might miss the next bus while shopping, so I hurried myself to get what I needed, bought my shampoo, and walked back to the bus stop.  Yes, I know I just bought shampoo at London Drugs last Tuesday, so why did I need to buy more.  No, this was not another soap incident.  I will explain in a later post why I felt the need to buy more.

I think this Tuesday tradition that I’ve set up for myself may end here.  Even though it’s only just begun.  My work and volunteer schedules may change.  Which will in turn affect my Fresh Slice and London Drugs frequenting.  Sad, I know.  But maybe it’s for the best.  Maybe I can begin a new routine.  One where I don’t miss the bus, perhaps?  I can dare to dream.