Friday, April 10, 2009

A Wall Update

With the indispensable help of Mr. Fanfan, my walls now look like:Forgive the poor quality of the pictures. I'm hoping to take a few more this weekend to show you the finished product. I figured that this design would go nicely since our kitchen has very "diner" esque tiles down the floor but I had no clue how to execute it! Fanfan was a great help. He apparently dreamed up how we could tape the boxes so that the edges would touch...Now that's skill. This is after the taping and the cutting. Kind of blurry but you get the gist of the situation.


After the painting in and some of the tape cut away. You can see the true colour of the paint here.

Monday, April 6, 2009

He won't be my neighbour...

Fanfan must hate me and think that I smell.

A Pleasant Take on Rain...

The day looks beautiful in this picture. Everything that today is not in Hamilton, Ontario. It's a gorgeous picture though so I hope it cheers at least some of you up!

I woke up this morning and wanted to still be sleeping. Although I love rain, I don't like this sort of rain. I like my rain to be decisive enough to choose between either being sleet or actual rain. Better yet, rain should be unambitious - it should just be what it is and not aspire to be anything remotely like hail.

That would be a travesty.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Dancing Feet

I've been out 2 nights in a row now which is completely opposite to what I've been doing this past year (and a bit). While I probably could be doing other things more valuable like furthering my education or practicing my acceptance speech for becoming Prime Minister (!!!), I really enjoyed being out with my friends, acting silly and just having a blast.

It still bothers me that I'm so reserved. It's odd because I rarely genuinely laugh or smile and I never know what to say when someone tries to make small talk with me. I think I'm socially awkward. I guess that just me. Probably something that won't be changing any time soon. * sigh *

I'm home now and I've taken a shower and getting ready to go to sleep. Going to have another industrious day tomorrow.

Outwardly, I'm complaining about how painful my dancing feet are...inside, I wish it happened more often.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

The Gift of Gab...

...I just wish I had it.

Some might argue that I do. But, I'll be honest, those people would be few and far between.

I wish I were the type of person that could say something truly earth-shattering and magnificent every time you were to speak to me. The kind of person that people just gravitated to because I was so profound. Yep, I want to be the new Plato...

I've sorta figured out over time that being the new Plato might be a lot easier said than done.

I'm an excellent communicator. Truly, I am. My closest friends would definitely agree. Them and my stuffed bear whom I used to practice my presentations to in elementary school, and some of high school (and most of university...)

I have visions of coming up with my own sex-in-the-city-esque "I couldn't help but wonder..." catch phrase and reeling in thousands...all with one gabby gift.

Sometimes it just flows. I astound myself with my wordy worldlyness. Like in interviews! My words are like butter in interviews! I'm not complaining. I would rather prefer to keep my interview performances at an all time high BUT what's going on all those other times when I want to get my point across - dazzle and wow???

It's definitely not a self confidence thing. I think it's rather twisted actually. I think that somehow I convince myself that I should be nervous/anxious/lost for words in a particular situation and so, I end up being said feelings in said situation. How sad is that??

It's not even that I'm worried or nervous during appropriate times either. This is what irks me the most - I get nervous when I'm on the phone giving someone driving directions. When a friend asks me what I thought of the movie I saw last night. When my dad asks me what I ate for supper. When I was supposed to upkeep this blog and write in it daily but instead I'm posting now after nearly a year...

I think I feel the need to be so witty and so interesting to talk to that the very pressure of it all makes my vocal cords want to run like the wind.

Guys, seriously...what is wrong with me?? I concern myself. I really do.

=)