Out and about the city on my day off! :D

I had the day off from work today, so I decided to go grocery picking in Belbins. ^_^ Because they deliver food, and I had the intention of buying ten pounds of flour, among other things, and I am pitifully weak in the chest and the arms and the muscles. *collapse at the mere IDEA of carrying flour*

So after some serious time spent staring at the internet until I realized the reason I was feeling dull might have something to do with the fact that I’d only eaten (very) crispy bacon and cookies, and then I went to buy some coffee and a bagel. And at that point I was halfway there, so I kept walking! ^_^

BTW, you can click on any picture to see it BIG. If that floats your boat.

I walked past this, which is the outside of the High Court. They have what looks like a moat, three stories deep, with barred windows opening into it and a rusted cage at the top. Very cheering, I’m sure.

Another view of the cage. 

This is Belbins! It’s just in a residential area, and then you come to this house that has a glass front. They’ve been in business for over a century.

Click to see bigger.
They have SO MANY KINDS of marmalade. I went with Lemon Curd. As one does.

And the meat section, next to the veal, is ground ostrich. We’re in the big city now, guys!

Should I get duck liver or Bison Burgers? Choices, choices. 


Oh, there are multiple varieties of mushrooms, and fruit salads. It’s all good. 

And then I walked on, and found this row of houses, which I WANT for my OWN. They’re so tiny and cute! And old and stepped!

Then I walked along Water street, where a strange *thing* was.

A closeup of the *thing.*

They put the high-rises on stilts here, to keep up with the hills. 
😀 😀

And I just really liked this wall, which is why you get a picture of it.


My iphone took this picture twice, and I couldn’t decide which one I like better. So you get both. I’m generous like that!

This was just a random shed that delighted me. I’d just gotten an idea for a story, so a lot of things delighted me.

Like this cafe, sticking out of the side of the building. 

And this, which is actually a legal street. It just is not car-friendly. 
St. John’s: Where they discriminate against motor vehicles!

And this guy was busking, with bagpipes. You could hear him for a full kilometre. 

This is a t-shirt I saw for sale. I don’t understand why someone would want to wear it, but more power to them?

And my groceries, safely delivered to my house once I was home! Huzzah!

Town, where the weather is always sunshine and rainbows.

So yesterday I moved into town! It was a long drive, which was rather hazy because I was in AUGH MOVING TIME HAS NO MEANING MUST DRINK MORE COFFEE mode. But my brother PT and his Girlfriend R drove me in, which was lovely of them. There was much conversation which I hope I was lucid for. 
I know we stopped at McDonalds on the way, where this conversation happened. 

PT: “All right, time to hit the road.”
Me: “Aw, but I thought we were living here now!”
R: “They don’t have a playplace. We’ll find a better one.”

Yeah, I was in fine form. 
When we got to the edge of town, no sooner did we get to my neighbourhood than four police cars went screaming by, lights and sirens going. Welcome to the big city, self! 😛 Aside from some moving up of boxes, which is not exiting to relate, that was my evening. (Life!Drama, I has it.) 
Now today I woke up to a beautiful sunshiny day. Er, no, that was some other city. I’m living in Fog City. Thankfully I like fog. 😀 
The objectives of the day were to go shopping for groceries, and go out for coffee with Angie and Kay. I will now conduct the rest of this blog post in pictures, because me and words are ESTRANGED.

This is how foggy I mean. I almost walked past the grocery.


This was brunch, and it was delicious. (Can you tell I like having a camera?)

Kay insisted on taking pictures of me too. So here, you get to see all my gums.
You’re welcome.

On the Left, Curtis.
On the Right, Angie.
They’re lovely. 😀

Kay plays coy with her gloves. This picture taking was our attempt as being “rowdy,” by the way. How do you think we did?

Angie enjoys Starbucks.
We agreed that my phone was prettier, but hers was a SURVIVOR.

Kay’s shy about having her picture taken. 😀
No honestly, she’s just distracted.

I just liked this building. It’s so UGLY.

Ugly was noteworthy because this was about what the rest of downtown looks like. GLASS AND PRETTINESS. 

And here’s the view from my back window! 

First, a picture.

Second, I have been instruted to blog- hopefully in great detail- by Third World and Moon Unit. To which I answered, “Hahahahah, as if I have a blog, hahahh- oh wait.”

So here I go. Let’s have some history! Which is to say, the modern history of ME- clearly the only reasonable history to look at. *preens*

I went to GF-W on Saturday! It was Exciting! I was served a donair in a pizza shop where Frauline and I were truly, deeply, strongly in the minority because we did not have visible tattoos. This experience affirmed my theorty that- no matter what Hollywood tells you- neck ink does not automatically serve to make you look badass/tough/intimidating. Weighing double a person’s body weight and having an extra 12 inches on them does that. ^_^

But I am ahead of myself. SHAME on me! You see, we were in GF because Frauline was attending a watercolour workshop. I came along for reasons that will be revealed later, and also because I am a fan of road trips. She was going to be playing with brushes and hair dryers for two and a half hours, and so I thought I’d do some reading, maybe walk about, get some coffee; you know, as one does. The only problem with that is that I am very lazy and out of the walking habit. I consider my commute to work to be a walk, and I can do that in four minutes, in heels. If I was to go get coffee, I would have to cross a HIGHWAY. *stricken with exhaustion at the very idea*

So yeah, I read for two and a half hours. ^_^ It was a hard decision, but some things just have to be done. HAHAAHAHAHAH, yes, I enjoyed the reading and didn’t want to stop. But then Frauline finished her art, and we looked at what we were going to do next. Because the OTHER reason we were in GF-W was to go to the theater, and watch Inception. But now it was 4:30, and the show started at 8:30.

I could tell you that I read for four hours, but that would be clearly preposterous, and untrue. I only read for three more hours, tops. But when you walk into the mall and see the blast cages rattling down, and then  go to Wal-mart and peruse it twenty minutes, your options are limited. So we went to the park and read. 😀 (I also got some earrings with feathers. They cause me delight and a bit of a dragon-ish hoarding instinct.)

But finally, we found the theatre- which must be sketchily accessed through a vacant lot at the back of a building built before my parents were born- and then we watched the movie! *jazz hands*

Several people have asked me what I thought of it. So, I’m gonna try to articulate my thoughts. 😛 There is no denying that Inception is a very effective story. It sucked me in for the entire two and a half hours, and I cared about how it ended. However, once it ended, I’m not sure that I want to watch it again. It wasn’t really visually stunning, the characters didn’t make me love them, there was startlingly little snappy dialogue to pour over, and I’m not terribly sure what it was saying.

Plus, that ending makes me angry. 😛 I WANT CLOSURE. It was good, and if suggested, I think I’d be happy to see it again- I just didn’t really go away saying “Man, I Loved that!” I walked out going “I’m not quite sure what just happened, and I’m not sure if I like it.”

And then we drove home. ^_^

There you have it. 😀 The first part of my DRAMATIC WEEKEND.

Trip to Town, pt. 1!

This weekend I was IN TOWN. Which is the local term for being out of town, in the Big City. (It’s a Newfoundland thing.) I went to a concert, and a party, and the mall, and BOOK STORES, and wished greatly for more time, but overall it was ver’ shiny. I shall begin at the beginning, and recap. *clears throat*

My whole family had to go in for a party on Sunday, and because it’s a four or five hour drive (depending on how many bathroom breaks we take and how closely we pay attention to the speed limit,) we decided to go in on Saturday, scatter to spend time with friends, and then return in time for work on Monday. Because I’m awesome, I got to go in with the early car. *smug* I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it, but my dad has awesome taste in music. (I’m serious!) I generally leave the car with a list of at least four songs I need to buy for my own, and this time was no different.
Anyhow, after four hours of music and coffee, we got to Town. So we immediately went to the mall. (We’re from a small town, what can I say?) Daddy was meeting people for business, and I was christmas shopping. It was- busy. People filling the concourse, I can take. It’s like moving through an airport, and the crowds have no real connection to me. Crowds in stores, are not so much fun. I was going to try to spend a gift card on some work clothes, so I marched my way into the designated shop. I saw the line for the changing room stretch past the cashes, and marched right back out again. But I fought my way past the messy hordes in Sears, and bought the required gifts! The time in line was long enough to hear all about the latest divorce of the woman behind me, and her starbucks addiction, which information just added to the flavour of the day. It’s not a proper trip to the mall without hearing personal information you wish you hadn’t!
But I hadn’t had enough punishment yet, I still felt the need to shop! I went to American Eagle, grabbed pretty things, saw the prices, put most of the pretty things back… Also, has anyone noticed how many layers the models in that store wear? I mean, I counted six layers in one instance, and she still didn’t look warm. I had time to count, because I was in line for many, many minutes. *draws a veil over the line* It was long enough that once I was released I walked with a sense of urgency to the bookstore. Bookstores just calm the panic, y’know? And there I realized that I’ve been watching quite a few “best of the year” lists of YA books go by, lately, and these books were actually THERE, in FRONT OF ME, for SALE. And I had MONEY. (Not for long…)
I bought books. *cough*
I bought quite a few books. It’s research, right? And I haven’t been in a new bookstore in a year, and any bookstore at all in eight months. So we’ll just pass by the issue of how much money I spent there…
Oh, and then we went to Chapters. ^_^
Daddy had to tell me not to unbuckle before we were fully parked. “It’s not a tactical strike!” I actually skipped into the store, and literally was cooing over the bookshelves at one point. (I love how the staff is so jaded, they don’t even blink when you’re all but making out with your new purchases. (No, that wasn’t me, that was a guy with some new Manga, which he apparently had abstained from for too long)) So I, uh, got some more reading material there. But by then my panic in the mall and euphoria over new books was starting to show, in addition to the fact that I hadn’t eaten for quite a few hours. So we went to a restaurant! I had fajitas, and they were lovely.
Let me see, what else happened? Oh yes! Then Daddy dropped me off at a friend’s house, and we talked for an hour before I walked down and saw the Messiah, then I came back and we watched two movies. Busy day, yes?
I shall talk about Messiah tomorrow. Sleep is calling me now. Okay, okay, I hear you! Bye, internets!

"… and then I saw the highlighters that were also necklaces…"

When I was little I thought that dollar stores were TEH AWESOMEST THING IN TEH WORLD.

Then I became a teenager, and discovered social conscience and snobbery, and decided that nothing in a dollar store was worthy.
Then I got a job, and extended that to Wal-mart, and anything within 200 miles of my house (excluding bookstores.) None of you deserve my my heard-earned money! I must spend it in the CITY!!!
I think I grew out of those particular stages. I went to the dollar store the other day to get tupperware.
An hour later, I spent 57 dollars on purchases including a candle that smelled like coffee, and shiny luggage locks that are just so SHINY. I nearly bought a stuffed fish that was quite possibly the tackiest thing ever made- simply because it was tacky. Thankfully Frauline was there to drag me away from the iridescent leprous fish with floppy lips, stuffed with dust from thailand.
Then we found the wedding section. Have you ever seen the wedding section in a dollar store? Did you know you can buy a veil for five dollars, champagne glasses for four, a “do not disturb we’re on our honeymoon” door hanger for two fifty, and a tablecloth and two bundles of lace for fifteen (to make the dress)? THERE IS NOTHING MORE YOU EVEN NEED. One stop shopping, right there. (I also may have had a laughing attack internally over a place holder that was a pair of grisly severed hands. Nothing says romance like a pair of severed hands!)
And I mean, the hilarity continues. Have you ever seen the make-up section? I swear the original nail polish that I was bought for learning to read was on that rack, for a dollar. And the pictures on the eyeshadow seem to indicate you should buy this if you are colour blind or legally blind.
Er, so far I haven’t managed to give a good explanation for why I actually spent money on things. But I ask you. Don’t you see the appeal of a potato peeler where the handle is actually shaped like a potato? Isn’t that magical?
Isn’t it?
Perhaps I shouldn’t be allowed outside with money….

I need chocolate and tea now.

Nothing has happened in MY life. Which is why I haven’t blogged for a whopping 15 days. I”M ON A NON-BLOGGING STREAK! KEEP IT GOING.. Oh. I just broke it.

Oh, I bet you don’t hate me too much for breaking it. Right? Right? That’s right, you’re merciful, beautiful human beings. And if you’re not human, that’s all right, I’m not intolerant. I tolerate everyone. Except injustice.
Yes, that was a marvellous and marvellously subtle quote from Ryan Cook, the grind-core metal screamer turned Country Artist. He’s hilarious when not singing, you should look him up. *nods* Yes, though I am feeling significantly more friendly towards Country then I used to, I’m still only on the fringes of the the Genre. Sugarland? Please, Please, stop WHINING at me. Thank you.
And some people are reading that last paragragh again, trying to winnow out some logic. They will fail, of course, but it’s a good hope. Everyone would have some abitions in life. It builds character!
Whew, it looks like the blogging portion of my brain is beside its self and gibbering with joy at finally being let out. I should put the rest of this post into bullet points to scare it into coherency.
1.) Country music.
-Yes, I did say that I was feeling more friendly towards the genre.
-Why, you ask?
-I will tell you.
> Taylor Swift
~*hums Breathe and You Belong With Me.*
~Also, this is a chance to be anti-Kanye! WHAT IS NOT TO LOVE?!!?!?!?!?!????
>Also, the weather channel.
~Why the weather channel, you ask?
~Oh, I will tell you.
} My wicket at work is DIRECTLY in front of the television.
} Said television, for eight months, played the Weather Channel.
} Have you heard those well-dressed and well-heeled persons try to hide
their glee at disasters, manufacture doom and gloom to talk about, and
recycle the same clip every twenty minutes all day- for eight months?
+ Yes? Then you know my pain
} When the television was changed to CMT, I counted my blessings and
enjoyed the pretty music, trucks, and hair on display.
+ Seriously, there was a lot of pretty hair.
>Therefore I don’t hate the genre so much.
>Thank you.
2.) Snow.
-It snowed yesterday, and this morning.
-I went for a walk in steel toed boots, and then dried out my pant legs by the fire and
drank hot chocolate for five hours.
-This is an excellent way to spend the day.
-You should all try it.
-*nods at you*
3.) My Mother is hardcore.
-If I haven’t mentioned this before, shame on me. She really is wonderful, and spectacularly multi-talented.
-She also can walk around half the day with splinters driven up under her nails, unconcerned.
>Sorry, what?
>Yes, you read that correctly.
>Splinters, under her fingernails.
~Well, one fingernail.
~But still.
>She was putting the salt away in the kitchen, and accidentally picked up a splinter.
~This splinter was easily two centimetres long.
} That’s PAST the nail bed, people.
~And then I couldn’t pull it out with my dinky tweezers.
~So I went to work.
~And Mommy did an afternoon’s work around the house.
} *takes a moment to hyperventilate over my mother’s pain tolerance
~She said when I got back, that “Heh, maybe we can get it out with hot wax?”
} (Think about this for a second, people. Hot wax? Splinters up under
fingernails? Anyone else seeing a disturbing trend here? A certain flavour?
Yes? No? Next we break out the boiling oil to make it slip out really easily?)
~Daddy pulled it out in the evening.
~And Mommy continued to be unconcerned, beyond mentioning that it was funny,
she was having phantom pain all the way up to her elbow before it was taken out.
-HARDCORE, I tell you, people. My mother is EXEMPLARY.
-And now I’m more concerned when she says that childbirth isn’t really that bad…

A REAL Post.


As you may have noticed by my previous post, or perhaps by the lack of posting in the past, hmmm, several months, I have not been greatly inspired to blog lately.

What, what’s that? You say you didn’t notice? Hush, I’m busy deluding myself, which is- after all- the main point of blogging. Ahem.

BUT! *orator hands* I do have an excuse! Yes I do. And I’m going to bring it out now, and WAVE it at you. In your very FACE.

My hands hurt.

There you have it. Wasn’t that a wonderful excuse? No, you say? Well, well, um, uh, *trails off uselessly* But the majority of sarcasm aside, (I can’t put it all aside, that just is a personal impossibility,) I have indeed had sore hands. Apparently counting money for seven hours a day, five days a week, and then coming home and writing fiction – e.g. internet chatting while ignoring a blank word processor- for several more hours, has an effect! Who knew?

And, um, I’m lame. *cheesy grin* But anyways!

It was my birthday on Sunday! I turned 21! I spent it, in true Snazel-fashion, sleeping, browsing pictures on facebook, and playing Duck Duck Goose. 😀 Also there was cheesecake. Oh my, there was cheesecake. Mmmmm. I deeply love Cheesecake, and especially this one. Yum. Thank you, Mommy!

Fraulien gave me a lovely shirt that covers my abdomen and my smaller siblings gave me chocolate and itunes, and mommy and daddy gave me BOOKS in the form of a Chapters card, and it was generally very jolly. 😀 Oh, and because I watch Jeopardy like it’s a competition- what do you mean Alex can’t hear me? I shouted loud enough!- we played a trivia game. I ran my team into the red immediately and then masterfully kept them there with my fast reaction times and stunning guess skills. 😀 It was a fun birthday, indeed!

Okay, my brain is now gone. Byes.

"I’ve got a home in Glory Land that outshines the sun…"

Wow, I have not blogged in far too long. Shocking behavior.

This has been, however- (see, I have an excuse! More than one, actually!) -because, I have been, um, writing. *cough* I’m trying to finish the story I started in November, which has been devouring all my free time, most of my brain cells, and what little sanity I have left.
I know, none of my family has been noticing a difference. Hush, you.
ALSO (see? Two excuses. I am really on a roll.) my life hasn’t lent its self to blogging lately. I just haven’t felt about ranting about the weather, and I haven’t felt like it, and it’s all about me after all, let’s remember our focus here! *trips on her super-inflated ego and goes headfirst into the doorframe*
Ohh, which reminds me of blog-able happenstances that have been occurring lately. *clears throat* First of all, the other day I was feeling very tired while talking to Fraulein and her friend from Alberta. This led to me turning around in the middle of a sentence and walking through the door. Only it didn’t’ quite work out like that… I wasn’t awake enough to juggle the complicated tasks of both walking and talking. Though technically it wasn’t the walking that was the issue, it was the direction-finding; I walked into the wall. You see, we have a bit picture window, and a french door, and in between them there is a little strip of wall about eight inches wide. That’s what I found with my shoulder, knee, hip and glasses. (Fraulein and Cohort thought this was hilarious, of course.) Worryingly enough, the part of the wall that my glasses found was actually a nail that was sticking out of the wall, right at eye-level. So that little jolt of adrenaline made it possible for me to make my way over to the coffee without further incident. 😀
Then last night, there was another jolly occurrence! I demolished part of a staircase by accident! (!!!) That sounds much more exciting than it actually was, in truth. Though I will say, in all fairness, that when it was taking place I thought it was quite remarkable and note-worthy. You see, we have a big porch, which leads down to a little back stoop, which leads to the ground with four steps. Now there are three steps.
I stepped on the outside of one, and without preamble or warning screeching, the nails all came loose. So I discovered with extreme interest that I was falling sideways and down about 18 inches. When you are not expecting it, 18 inches is a long ways. Also, heavy-duty steps that have lived through 15 years of hard wear are heavy. Particularly when one is juggling them in the air with elbows and the outside of ones knees. But through my exemplary injury-avoidance skillz I evaded the actual nails, stashed the step under the stoop with my habitual grace and poise, and limped inside to twitter about it.
“Wow,” you are all saying right now, “why am I still reading this?” And to you, I say, “I don’t know. Perhaps you haven’t had your coffee yet? Perhaps you also have walked into a wall one two many times?” ( I left that typo in deliberately. Nhya.) “Perhaps you are stalking me? There are all valid options that should be given due weight and consideration. Some other time. Also, coffee.”
Coffee. *makes loving noises at her mug* I can always count on you to make my heart soar.
I have been getting up at 6 am three times a week. Voluntarily. And with a minimum of griping. Or at least, actual violence. It happened in this fashion.
My commute to work, on foot takes about three minutes, in heels. So for the past year, getting the majority of my exercise from walking to work has resulted in, well, not exercising. You think you’re out of shape? HA! I was getting winded walking across the living room. And, yeah, that’s kinda, not a good thing… So I was vaguely thinking that I should exercise. ~You know, some other time- not now. No, right now I am doing Very Important Things, like seeing what has happened on facebook in the past 2 minutes. ~ Then Mommy and Daddy started an walking routine in the early morning, and Fraulein perkily joined in. And she invited me. With diabolical angelic timing, she invited ME to come along just when I was in the midst of one of my vague musing sessions. It is not wise to ignore divine signs that arrive with such cursed excellent clarity. Who am I to argue with the working of fate? (I know I was juggling terms and metaphors there, hush. I am too lazy to go back and fix them. Plus, you’re reading this voluntarily, aren’t you? Yes? No one put a gun to your head? Good. Hush.)
We’ve been walking around a pond that is encircled with a boardwalk. It is very lovely. Especially in the rain, which chases the bees into hiding. But when one is wearing cheap canvas shoes with no traction, it polishes the soles of said shoes into a fine gloss. When the person wearing wearing such glossy-bottomed shoes is walking with perfectly appropriate haste upstairs to check her email is me, and I step on a slick tile floor with water on it that I most likely dripped on it from my hair after walking in the rain, and I’m kinda walking sideways because it’s a sharp angle to turn, well, you get the picture. Certain bones take the chance to become closer to the floor. Because, after all, what to we strive for in this life if not closer relationships with our fellows? If you’re a hip bone, you should introduce yourself to floors whenever possible. It’s just polite. *nods firmly*
I just wrote a blog post about ways in which I have injured myself in the past week. I am so talented.

"You whip out a couple of swords at your ex-girlfriends wedding. They will never, ever forget it. "

Due to the late night on Friday, Rose stayed the night at Moon Unit’s house. And in the morning, one of the things we did was take a ramble around Moon Unit’s property. It’s pretty, I see why Moon Unit likes it. *nods* According to tradition, I took pictures and walked into tree branches.

 You’ll notice there are no pictures of me here? That’s because I am nefariously clever and deflected any picture-taking by taking all the pictures anyone might possibly want myself, and also because I caught a branch or two with my face. No, no pictures, please. 

And then we went and met up with Zaktrik and Rose’s older brother and his friend in the nearby town of /Location Censored/. We were going to watch Wolverine, which had just come out. In the Theatre! *jazz hands* I’m usually about a three hour drive away from a theatre, so I don’t get in to see movies much. And this was a very fun one. 
[Movie thoughts]
  • Deadpool was lovely, until he stopped talking. My title is one of his lines. 
  • I less than three Bolt/Bradley. All his lights. *grins* 
  • Sabertooth was lame and insane.
  • Gambit needs his own movie. How Gambit Breaks Out Of The Island, yes plz?
  • Cyclops was shiny when he wasn’t being a microphone for Professor X. 
  • Agent Zero was shiny when he was fighting, and lame otherwise.
  • Wolverine was not as much fun as when he was in the X-men movies. 
  • There was a plot?
  • If you didn’t like the X-men movies, don’t go and see it. It has the same flavor as the previous three.
  • The fight scenes were EXCELLENT. 
  • The music was good. 
[/Movie thoughts]