And we will blame it on you!
Loverly. Blogging. Talking to masself taken to the next level - now to air my grievances long before the fam congregates for Festivus. Bilss.
I have already subjected many unlucky cyber souls to my ramblin rants in email….now I might spare ya & start directing folks to this forum…please do use the reply function at the junction…Blogging is meant to be a 2-way street…& like all Bi-Furious Fans say - The buffet is better going at it from both ends, riiiight?
What’s is, indeed, “On the Horizon”, I ponder…as the title suggests…meh. I have been signing, slothing, loitering, loafing & surfing of lates. All 5 food groups of a mid-twenty-something mental meltdown. Idle hands, etc, etc. Tho I would rather enlist myself as a member of the KISS Army or be a devil’s plaything instead of this squatting phase.
Been going to the gym, which raises the spirits & justifies the Nibs-mainlining (WTF is IN that red dye ..40??). Do y’all do gym-math? Seems to be the only synapse stretches that keep my arithmetic brain cells alive…barely (Honest Ed note - Meeg’s did less than stellar on a temp test for summing octo-digits..ahh boo - but typing has improved since the information superhighway placed itself squarely down the middle of her correspondence plans). Gym math is all about counting down without counting down….& makes one realize that those towel over the display peeps are ahead of the game…:
4 mins down in a 30 min run….Hmm..what seems like less 4-30ths?, 2-15ths? Somewhere floating between 1-8th & 9th?. Harumph. Sadly this is the philosophical stimuli that plagues me daily…
Until I start fantasizing about my sauna time. Being the Finn chick that I am, I can inhale that sweet cedar steam until my skin drops off like a rattler. Whilst jogging, I start swapping the word ’sauna’ for summer & wanna in pop tunes… a la:
“Sauna in the City” The Lovin Spoonful
“Saunatime” DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince
“I Sauna Dance With Somebody” Whitney Houston (pre-crack)
Sad, really. I’m gonna stop before I completely embarrass masself. Apologies.
Hmm, I’ll blame it on Derrida’s death & hope that it’s just a phase.
The real horizon is somewhere between a Sailor’s Warning & Starship-Airplane’s Afternoon Delight. A pinkish hue between dawn & dusk - the ‘AskAgainLater’ from the Magic 8 Ball (Kudos, Cub reference ..1-down - Indie-Nerd Ed.)
Missed my midterms & flunked shampoo, it seems. Soliciting advice from all ends of the earth, literally, sadly…& coming up with nada.
Currently reading ‘lines’ & studying furiously (in the traditional sense, not frenzied, I’m good-ol-fashioned mad at masself for not having a photographic memory, or at least a decent knack for retaining politico info) to audition for the role of…..intern. Not that I’m bad at auditions, I mean, interviews….I channeled the Reality Bites Garofolo gal to seize a gig at U-O (Unnecessarily OutlandishStylee, Unoriginal Options, Undergarmets Overpriced…figure it out – Cryptic Ed).
Good news for my buds, tho – If the unlucky in love = luck in cards….New equation: Meeg’s unlucky in employment = brilliant times for boss babes.
Justin-time for an election threat & headless-chicken-running on the Hill, Rob’s headed to the oft-overlooked (not by Ben Lee fans & surfing enthusiasts) continent…AUS for REG. Congrats on having the cahones to leave the j-o-b….Even if friends don’t let friends go to York….Peeps in C-toon U Graduate Glass Apts, aren’t exactly allowed to throw stones (Impressively, the MA diploma WASN’T Xerox’ed – silver lining, etc, etc).
Big Red’s planning another round with the crooked-toothed-tots across the pond. This is a ballsy go, too, Tam – I’m equally psyched to see London town with you & your beau.
‘Nother old-school bud has comic timing in spades – chance Timmy Ho’s encounter ..837 brought me Dor. My Dad served barely-insulated portable time as her Grade 4 prof back in the day, then we bonded over a mutual appreciation of Boyz II Men in my Grade 5, her 6 year…Dramaville in HS, brief Improv stint…then crossing paths in the GTA as she was a bright young comic. Back from the barrens with a promising screenplay in tow, I’m grateful to reconnect with a creative & energetic gal like Dor.
Those are all the gal updates I can muster for now. More bloggin later. Must remove masself from keyboard & return to the civ’n.
meegs
Currently listening:
Navy Blues
By Sloan
Release date: By 28 July, 1998
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