When you get a free used slow cooker, make sure it wasn't recalled ten years ago because the handles keep breaking and two people had to be hospitalized for severe burns. If the handles are garbage, the rest of it is probably garbage, too, and it might do things such as burn your baked beans on one side of the cooker while leaving the rest raw. I'll be tossing my free used slow cooker in the dumpster when I make my way to the bus stop tomorrow morning. Hopefully the Zellers that's closing down in the mall will still have some cheap and decent slow cookers left!
Also, when refilling your stapler, make sure your thumb is far enough away from the edge when you close it or your stapler will bite you. It only hurts when I put a lot of pressure on it or touch hot stuff, so I'm not concerned.
Going to bed and waking up early is so much better than doing it late. I'm so glad to I can do it this semester and I am not changing back. I'm still trying to push it earlier so I can get more stuff done in the morning.
Princess is an amazing TV show for wasting time. It makes me feel better about my financial situation to know that I don't have tens of thousands of dollars in consumer debt and I don't behave like those girls do with my money. Not that I can; my only credit card has a very low limit and I want to keep it like that.
And I'm tired. Goodnight, world.
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Sunday, 20 January 2013
This might be my favourite post so far
So much has happened since I last posted. I finally got a KitchenAid mixer as a Christmas gift and have started making my own bread again since I no longer have to knead it by hand anymore. My sleep schedule has become more human-like since I quit the gay bar and had to register in some early classes. Speaking of which, I am registered in eight classes this semester, two of which are full-year. So yes, you guessed it, I won't be doing a lot of posting here until I finish the semester.
On Friday, I missed my Greyhound to Toronto by a minute. I waited too long inside the terminal for the next bus and found myself at the end of a very long line. When I was three places away, the two girls ahead of me who were travelling together were told that there was one seat left. Since I was travelling alone, I got it. Clearly, I was meant to ride this bus. I noticed that the passenger across the aisle from me had a service dog, but like I do with all Greyhound passengers, I paid no more attention to him and crocheted a doily for the rest of the trip.
Apparently I'm an old lady now and I crochet doilies.
The bus normally stops in front of the Royal York Hotel, but had to stop across the street from it due to construction. The guy across from me was blind, and because all the traffic had been rerouted around the construction, was not able to find his own way to Union Station. The driver asked me if I would lead him there. Why wouldn't I? I take the GO train from Union anyway. Turns out he graduated from Music Therapy at Laurier not too long ago. We naturally talked about our professors the whole way there. The overall experience was pretty cool - I've never led a blind person anywhere before - but even better that we had something in common. I'll be looking for his picture on the wall of composites this week.
What else is going on... I now own The Sims 3 (with Pets), I am planning a recital in February with a friend, there will be a Wind Ensemble concert earlier in February, and I'm trying to find a job to start after I finish school. I'm hoping for admin work at a law firm, but I'll still spam my resume all over the GTA and see what happens.
On Friday, I missed my Greyhound to Toronto by a minute. I waited too long inside the terminal for the next bus and found myself at the end of a very long line. When I was three places away, the two girls ahead of me who were travelling together were told that there was one seat left. Since I was travelling alone, I got it. Clearly, I was meant to ride this bus. I noticed that the passenger across the aisle from me had a service dog, but like I do with all Greyhound passengers, I paid no more attention to him and crocheted a doily for the rest of the trip.
Apparently I'm an old lady now and I crochet doilies.
The bus normally stops in front of the Royal York Hotel, but had to stop across the street from it due to construction. The guy across from me was blind, and because all the traffic had been rerouted around the construction, was not able to find his own way to Union Station. The driver asked me if I would lead him there. Why wouldn't I? I take the GO train from Union anyway. Turns out he graduated from Music Therapy at Laurier not too long ago. We naturally talked about our professors the whole way there. The overall experience was pretty cool - I've never led a blind person anywhere before - but even better that we had something in common. I'll be looking for his picture on the wall of composites this week.
What else is going on... I now own The Sims 3 (with Pets), I am planning a recital in February with a friend, there will be a Wind Ensemble concert earlier in February, and I'm trying to find a job to start after I finish school. I'm hoping for admin work at a law firm, but I'll still spam my resume all over the GTA and see what happens.
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