My Life

A late night at work.
Twenty-sixth day in a row,
Not counting pre-Nov.

Will it ever end?
Optimism states "For sure!"
Reality: No.

Do I like my job?
Indeed, and I love my team,
But late hours are rough.

Fave Coach Beiste Quotes from Glee

Beiste: My name's Shannon Beiste, I'm the new football coach. Spelled B.E.I.S.T.E. It's French.

Beiste: Do NOT get up in The Panther's business, lady. You're all coffee and no omelette.
Sue: That doesn't make any sense.

Beiste: Alright boys, pizza party - dig in. Everyone gets four slices, let's go! And when you're done, full pads out on the field. We're doing wind sprints. First ten to puke are off the team.

Beiste: I am captain of the U.S.S. Kick Ass, not the U.S.S. Back Talk.

Beiste: Stop staring at me like a donkey with a wooden leg, go get suited up!

Beiste: Watch your tone with me Missy, you crap on my leg and I'll cut it off!

Beiste: Maybe I'll get a job as a cooler at a honey-tonk bar, or maybe an ice-road trucker.

Beiste: You really think I'm pretty Will?
Will: Inside and out.

Will Orlando be the most magical place on Earth?

I guess I'll find out.

When I was in grade 9, my family (Mom, Dad, Jenna) went on a vacation to Disneyland in California, and it was pretty much the best place ever. It rained every day there except for the day we arrived and the day we left, we even had to buy raincoats there. Apparently that was more rain in that little timeframe than they normally get for the year, so I kind of get a kick out of that. I find myself thinking back on that vacation frequently, and I feel so lucky that I got to go and I've always had this feeling that nothing would ever top it, or that I wouldn't ever want anything to top it.

Now I'm living this opportunity to compare Disneyland in Anaheim with Disneyworld in Orlando very soon, and I'm so excited. I know it will be spectacular but I'm wondering how I could ever get it to top California? The way I've been trying to describe it to people is: remember how you felt when you were 15, how everything was either AMAZING OMG :D or KILL ME NOW :( ... well, Disneyland was actually amazing, but I was 15 when I went there, so how is a vacation to the most magical place on Earth when I'm 24 going to compare to when I was 15? I guess it'll just be a different kind of amazing, or maybe I'll find myself 15 again.

MLIA :(

As sad as this is, I'm really only posting today because it's the last day of September and I didn't want to have nothing posted this month.

I'm missing being a student. I was sitting in Trifons yesterday with Chris and I was watching the students walk by, with their backpacks and a general aura of urgency, and I realized that I'm not a part of that culture anymore. I still carry a backpack and wear scrubby clothes, but it's not the same at all. I want to cling to it but kick it in the face at the same time, it's weird.

O.M.G.

I was googling for fun, and I decided to google "chrisism" to see if it came up with anything. I actually assumed it wouldn't come up with anything, because I thought I had coined the term, but what I thought to be an original word actually had quite a few hits.

My definition of "chrisism" is any phrase that I feel no one but my Chris would say, ever...ever...because half the stuff he says is just so wonderfully weird, no one but him would think to say it. Language is super fun to play with, and he gets that. Often they are deliberate, but I swear just as often they are so weird I wonder whether he just talks without thinking :)

To my surprise, the very first result was from Urban Dictionary, and the definition is as follows: "A verbal thought or question spewed forth without any thought given to it."

So how's that for evidence for the Jungian collective conscience theory? Is that enough proof?


And speak of the devil:

Chris has been playing this game called "Shores of Hazeron" and he made what I can only describe as the most horrifying creature you would ever want to play. It has a horse's torso, human legs, human arms, a dragon's tail, and two heads. Oh, also butterfly wings. He showed me just how he created this monster, and we played around with the program for a while, all the while making this thing more grotesque and comical. It eventually had huge feet and huge arms, which when set in motion looked hysterically funny. Chris was actually to the point of tears he was laughing so hard. I asked him why he had made the feet and hands so large, and he said "It's so he can feet while he walks!"

Also, his creature has the fighting power of "psychic radiation," where he'll attack you with, you guessed it, psychic radiation, and if you get hit with this psychic radiation you will eventually die of brain cancer. This also had Chris in tears :)

Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips, and the sun is like a toy balloon

Today after work, I cut across Victoria Park on the way to the bus stop. Usually I stick to the sidewalk within the park, but today I decided to walk across the grass, and I'm happy I did. A few steps in, I noticed a butterfly, and it must have noticed me back because it fluttered beside me until almost the very edge of the park.

For a few minutes I had the prettiest companion in the world.

There are so many different kinds of trees

Last night while Chris and I were walking to The Abbey, the conversation turned to trees.

Verbing a noun: "They birched up from the ground, and we decided to call them trees."

My life is heaven.