No human emotion can be sustained indefinitely.

Sunday, January 30, 2005

The day the vegan came to town...

Mark just left after a weekend of low-key fun. Because of my sickness the whole thing couldn't be as high energy and dance-y as I has anticipated, but we still got a lot done. We hung out and ate wheat, dairy, and (sort of) sugar free stirfry and watched trashy tv. Saturday morning we headed to the market for veggies and wheat and dairy free muffins for me, then to the health food store for vitamins and various soy treats. We got some good fake ice cream that actually tastes chocolaty, so that's pretty exciting. Then we came home, layed around and accidentally watched all of Dante's Peak on the New VR. Mark made a movie about our rat which turned out really well! We countered our laze with a trip to value village that was semi-successful for all. We ended the night with a screening of "The Village" which was alright. Jess was horrified. I was okay. It wasn't a horrible movie, just a little slower than I would have like.

It was a fun weekend. Good change of pace anyway. I do loves that Mark.

I'm a Human Vibrator

I'm on day six of basically being on my ass sick. I hate being a whiny sick person, but I've had about enough of this. I'm snotty and nauseous and exhausted. Attractive, no? It's been awhile since I've updated the world on the numb-leg front, so here goes:

After almost thrity days of numbness, my legs came back around the nineteenth. I now have feeling in my legs with a twist. My legs are vibrating. Not in a pleasurable way. It originates from the base of my tailbone and I can feel a sort of resonnance all the way down to my toes. It's as though there's a bass string running the length of my legs. When I hit my ass, it vibrates down to my toes. When I tap my foot it vibrates up to my ass. And sometimes I'll be sitting on the floor and the base of my tailbone starts to vibrate so intensely that I feel like I'm going to start moving accross the floor like one of Sue Johansen's sex toy tests.

I'm able to deal with this, except that feeling like I'm constantly vibrating in motion is making me nauseous. So I did the first round of blood-letting on Friday (two stabs), and I have to go back for more this week once I'm healthy. Then a doctor's appointment, and a neurologist's appointement, and then maybe someone will know what the hell is wrong with me.

Friday, January 28, 2005

Living Reflection of a Dream

My favourite Jessm'craw found an excellent Zeplin quiz! It involves Bea Arthur! And questions that made me miss Phantom excessively. He's gonna love it. It has prompted me to put on my Zepplin box set disc two and revel in the goodness. I am quite fittingly Tangerine.

Here's what they told me:

TANGERINE

You are a beautiful person, in a wistful kind of way. If you could, you would spend all your time daydreaming and writing poetry. You are a tragic beauty.

You are sensitive and caring, and you don't take insults well. You don't smile much, but when you do, you really mean it.

People like to be around you because you are a calming influence. You have an appreciation for all things beautiful, and you probably have some potted plants. You also most likely own a cat.

You like Sundays and hot tea. You will spend your entire life yearning for quiet beauty, which is a rarity in this world, so you read a lot.

Everyone you know thinks you're "nice."

Take the Which Led Zeppelin Song Are You? Quiz

Thursday, January 27, 2005

The History of Eighties Porn: The Hair was so Bad, but the Sex was so Good

After struggling through my first assignment of the season last night I couldn't sleep. I stumbled through today in a stuffy haze. I also had my first exam of the season this afternoon and I very nearly burst into tears. Not good.

I'm all alone tonight as T.J. is in T-dot and Jessm'craw went to a party. So I'm solo-sniffly tonight. I've gotta get healthy for this vegan visit this weekend! That's gonna be somethin'!

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

I've gotta just Knuckle Down and be okay with this

I bought the new ani cd yesterday and I'm currently on my second listen through. A new ani cd is kind of like a new pair of jeans. It takes a little while to get comfortable in it, but eventually it starts to fit. This album is particularly dark which is suited to how I'm feeling in this moment. It's a logical continuation to her last album Educated Guess (which is up for two Grammy's by the way).

I'm struggling through this history proposal. To the point where I think I need to walk away and make some soup. And since we have to wheat-free, sugar-free soup, I will be cheating. I'm not good at this at all!

I'm trying to write my paper about the progression of midwifery in Canada but I'm having trouble finding primary sources. For a brief moment I was going to do it on women in porn of the past with the working title "Porn of the Eighties: The hair was so bad, but the sex was so good". If you've got sources for me I'll gladly pick that one up!

I WANT TO WRETCH AND DIE!

I feel awful. This was the quickest cold attack I've ever had. I spent all day Monday in Phantom's bed feelin' good, and then on the drive home my throat started to tickle. And now here I am, it's Wednesday and I can't breath. I can't really have any of the soup in my house because it all contains things I can't eat (though I may disregard that) and I'm not cooking real food right now. I'm so off my game, which is terrible because I have a research paper proposal due tomorrow that needs to include 6 sources (two primary), I have an open book test that I need to prep for and a shit load of reading for Friday. I'm also going on more adventures in blood-letting tomorrow. Not good.

Otherwise this weekend was good. My unexpected trip to T-dot was much needed. But now I'm back again this time drained and ill with a million more things to do. I'm trying to stay on top of everything and stay happy but I just want to stay on the couch all day and have someone take care of me.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Wow your semen is quite...

Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you needed the right adjective but just couldn't find one? Well here you are folks, the best adjective I know. Drum roll please: MUCILAGINOUS. Yes mucilaginous. It means sticky and mucous like. Useful in sentences such as "Wow, that kleenex is quite mucilaginous!" or "I don't know what just exploded in my hand but it's so warm and mucilaginous". Ah yes friends, with this brilliant addition to your vocabulary you'll never find yourself without words in a sticky gooey mucousy situation!

Monday, January 24, 2005

Put Your Lime in my Coconut

After two weeks of Gooloph I figure I deserve a long weekend. Yes, I'm here in T-dot bloggin' from Phantom's computer instead of heading to my Philosophy of Feminism course. I don't plan to make a habit of this, but man is this sweet. I'm planning on going back to Goo-loph tomorrow morning to make it there for my 2:30pm class. Yes? Yes.

It's cold and yucky, and all I really want to do is lie in Phantom's bed. And I'm pretty good at that. Hopefully the box girls won't be too mad at me for not showing up tonight. I'm supposed to go to the gym with T.J. Otherwise I'm only missing out on bee keeping! With my luck I'll show up and I'll have missed the most integral part of bee anatomy that I will never be able to understand without having heard this lecture. But I guess I can always go talk to the prof.

And so I shall spend the rest of my day lounging around instead of going to class. I feel no shame in that! I'm getting prepared for the upcoming two weeks. There's a Valentine's day party a-brewin'!

Saturday, January 22, 2005

Ossidious Emphatic

Today was filled with snow and groceries. So much snow. I joined a gym yesterday, which is exciting. I hope I go. I don't know. I was skeptical about spending the money, but with all this scary health stuff going on with me I thought maybe I would take some action.

In other action news... I'm cutting wheat, dairy, and sugar from my diet. Believe me, no one is less excited about this than me. T.J is thrilled. She tried to make grocery shopping fun today. I just can't see how eating soygourt is going to improve my life. We bought something called Kefir. It's some sort of faux-gourt drink. Hopefully the vegan cowboy will wander into our town next weekend since we're now totally prepared for vegan visitors. The only thing in our cart that wasn't wheat, gluten, and GMO-free was the bag of oreos Jess requested in order to try to KILL ME!

The date for splurging is valentines day, so send me your boxes of chocolates! And heart shaped cheeses. Oh cheese, how I will miss thee! (I refuse to lower myself to soy cheese!) God this is horrible! I'm not going completely cold turkey as one of the lasagnas we made is in the freezer for next week's dinner, but things are fizzling out. I feel like chocolate soy milk is going to become an obsession. Maybe if I only eat fair trade organic chocolate that's really expensive it will be okay? This will be entertaining at the very least. It's only the wanting milk in my tea or something sweet to eat with it that will be the big problem for me. Is honey better than sugar?

If anyone has some crazy freak recipes for insane people who cut things out of their diet it would be greatly appreciated. Especially if it's for cookies made with rice flour and some sort of magic sweetner.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Pick Yer Nose ~ Ani D.

How come I can pick my ears
but not my nose?
Who made up that rule anywas?
How come you say that's the way it is?
that's just the way it goes
Why don't you decide for yourself what you can do
and what you can say?

How come I can pick my friends but not my enemies?
What is it about me that offends?
What is it about me?
You know I'm only five foot two
and I'm giggly wiggly
tell me again what did I do"
Why are you scared of me?
I fight with love and I laugh with rage
you gotta live light enough
to see the humour
and long enough to see some change.

Magical Trevor... everyone loves him!

I've been meaning to link this up oldschool for quite sometime. This was a Christmas hit this year and is turning into a box 'n' bus ride classic! It's guaranteed to get stuck in your head and make you have a strange craving for beans! (Go now!)

I Laugh Too Much Anyway

I'm really tired of the medical community. I have had more appointments in the past three weeks than I had throughout all of highschool. This is not my idea of fun. I'm trying to be open about all of this, but I'd just rather hide.

I went for an appointment at Health Services today with a woman that I've never met before. Apparently my regular health services doctor (who started this whole thyroid ball rolling) doesn't work there anymore. So now I have to listen to this woman who I have absolutely no relationshipt with and really have no reason to trust besides the fact that she wears a stethoscope.

She made a bad first impression because she couldn't find my ultrasound and bloodwork results that my home doctor faxed over two days ago. So yeah. I love guess work. I walked out of there with requisites for six more phials of blood and an appointment with a neurologist for an EMG. I just don't want to.

It's all very bizarre, and basically I keep getting told that no one really knows why my legs are sleeping (they've improved a little by the way, but they are definitely not back). But since they've improve I'd much rather avoid being poked with neuron reading needles. So who knows what I'm going to do. It's a little scary being told repeatedly that there's nothing I can do and that my body is attacking itself. I've never really been in a situation where I felt this out of control with my own body.

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

one sock two sock red sock blue sock

Oh man. I don't want to go outside. Is that wierd? I'm in full hibernation mode. I'm okay once I get there, but the walk to the bus stop just seems excruciating. My room is still a mess, and my house is getting grosser by the minute. We're all lazy though, which is ok by me, until I want a clean dish.

I'm currently trying to decide if I want to eat lunch. I guess I do. I have so many things on my list to do and I just want to sit and read my book. Too bad I have all these other books to read!

I had an amazing moment yesterday, Sasha came into the Bullring and told me that her mother sent me socks. Yes, bright red wool socks. Her mom (after meeting me once) said that I wear shitty socks, so she sent these. I love them. I'm thoroughly excited by the fact that someone's mom sent me socks! It's just sweet and wonderful. It makes me want to write a children's story about them.

Saturday, January 15, 2005

"When I get married I'm going to call my husband Mrs. Jessica Macleod"

(When I went to write that quote down Jess ran away and hid the quote book, so this is her punishment!)

The ladies are out on the town tonight. I've stayed in to assemble shelves, but up posters and generally get my life in order. Today was fairly low key, but I just wasn't in the mood for a crowded bar.

Today I made my first Visa purchase. I bought dvds. Prior to today I owned two dvds, so now the count is increasing. I bought Garden State, Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind, and the entire Pee-Wee's Playhouse collection. Don't make fun. Pee-Wee's Playhouse was a childhood favourite of mine. My Zaida used to tape episodes for me to watch when I came over to his house. He used to call him a stupid ass. I love my Zaida and when he died I had two intense impulses: to get myself a bag of those marshmallow ice cream cones, and to find those Pee-Wee tapes. Those are two things that I associate with my Zaida and with that house. I never saw marshmallow cones or Pee-Wee outside of his house.

So in the same way that when I found out you could buy those cones at the grocery store I went out and bought two bags, when I found out I could own all the episodes I went out and bought two volumes of dvds. Well it IS the place where anything can happen.

It Had to be You

Last night we had ourselves a little girls night. We went out of Goo-loph Thai food to celebrate Shasha's birthday and the members of the box split off to run around the city in prep for our girls night of three. We got snacks, drinks and martini glasses.

Yes we finally had our Cosmo night. We watched five episodes of Sex and the City and drank four Cosmopolitans. Had we remembered we would have bought Cosmo magazine too, but we just weren't thinking. It certainly was a good time. We all put on skirts and pretended to be wasps. We ate brie and baguette. And Jess (after her third and last cosmo) sang (and danced) us a version of "It had to be you" which she added was "P.S. a preview of our weddings". That's going to be a trip.

It was fun. We took pictures, we ate, we drank, we watched, we talked. With all of us feeling anti-social it was exactly what we needed. It made me all reminiscent of days gone by. Which is funny because neither of my box mates were there for days gone by. All in all it was a quite enjoyable evening.

Everyone Knows that His Trick was Clever

We became the owners of a rat yesterday. At the beginning of the year I wouldn't let Jess bring the rats from camp home. Since then one of them has died, so now we have one rat sitting on our dinning room table. I hope they're ready for it, because it ain't my rat. Mamma Wood will do the dishes, but she ain't gonna clean no cage.

It will be nice to have a pet. The rat's name is Obi, which is short for Obidia (named by a hardcore Menno). I've decided that it is now short for Obi-Wan Kenobi, but I will be calling him Fatty Von Testiclites. I'm hooking up my new scanner today so I will post some Fatty Von Testiclites pictures soon.

Friday, January 14, 2005

Good Moleman to You!

Finally Friday. Oh man. And I have a pile of things to do just to ensure that I survive this semester. One of them is figuring out how I can possibly cut dairy, wheat and sugar out of my diet and not die.

I was hoping a happy phantom would dance over here like spidey tonight, but I'm feelin' like that might not happen. Sad.

Last night was a good one. We had Hezzie and Nomi over for dinner and we watched nine episodes of Sex and the City. That's a lot of Carrie Bradshaw. But it was enjoyable. We hadn't seen seven of them, so it was all rather satisfying. Much like sex in a city.

When we were driving Hezzie and Nomi home I brought up the fact that I have never met anyone from my generation that couldn't rap the entirety of the theme to Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and sing the Mario and Super Mario music. I'm not entirely sure how far this trend extends on the age continuum, but I've always found it fascinating that I could stand in a room filled with folks born in 1985-86 and say the words "In West Philidelphia" and have every single person pick it up.

From there we started belting out other classic theme songs like Saved By The Bell, Full House, Family Matters, Step By Step, Who's the Boss, etc. It was amazing how much ridiculousness we remembered! We then started coming up with songs that everyone knows at least a decent chunk of words to. Many Spice Girls and Backstreet boys tunes came up, but I was more of an alternative girl so Alanis, The Goo Goo Dolls, No Doubt and Oasis were the markers of my Grade four and five years and thus I will always know the words to every song on Jagged Little Pill, etc.

We also started getting into ridiculous grade 7 and 8 dance songs that were always played like Mariah Carey's "Butterfly", Whitney Houston's "Unbreak my Heart" and the classic Monica and Brandy "The Boy is Mine". Of course I was the kid who brought my Wayne's World soundtrak to every dance and stood on stage negotiating with the DJ until he put on "Foxy Lady" at which point I would rock out hardcore on stage in front of everyone. Man I was cool.

It was fun just to belt out such random music. You need that occaisionally.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

"I signed up for school, not the ice capades!"

Despite the ridiculous ice and the incredibly stupid bus system in Guelph, I'm feeling better today. Not 100%, but I'm working on it. Sometimes I just need to take sometime to feel hopeless, and then it passes. I've never worked well with people telling me cheesy methods on how to deal with stress and sadness. Sometimes I'd rather just sit in it and let it run it's course.

I continue to be freaked out that I'm destroying my own body with my emotions though. I've lost my ability to get grounded. The daughter of the woman I saw yesterday (who I go to school with and who works with me at camp) came up and gave me a hug and told me that my energy stop just under my shoulders. That would explain the numb tummy I had this morning. I need to figure out how to do this!

Anyway, I've consulted a homeopath, made an appointment with a Health Services doctor, and am waiting for some stones and crystal suggestions to help me stay grounded. This has been wild. I'll keep you posted. I'm feeling a tingling now, maybe they're on their way!

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

will you miss me my dear... with my wild wild hair

I don't know where I am, but I'm certainly not here. I have been so detached today. I don't know. I get crying hangovers that seem to last forever. Didn't I tell you the blog would change drastically?

Today was day twenty of having no feeling in my legs. In commemoration of that I went to see a woman who does Reiki to do some energy work on my body in the hopes of bringing it back to normal. She basically said that I wasn't grounded, and that's why my legs fell asleep. She told me that if you don't ground yourself to let all the shit that falls on you travel into the ground, the shit just keeps piling up around you. I have stressed myself out to the point of nausea before, but never to the point of loosing sensation in my limbs. After my appointment I felt a slight improvement in my legs. Who knows. I'll keep doing anything at this point as long as I can get better.

It was one of those strange days where horrible realizations start hitting. You start to question everything in your life and wonder if you're falling into old patterns and old abuses. You start to not like yourself. The SAD is setting in, and I just don't have the energy to fight it right now.

Sunday, January 09, 2005

I wanna be sedated

Okay... I've got my schedule figured out, and now I'm ready for bed. For some reason there's a big empty spot at the top of my blog. We'll see what happens after I post this. I'm sleepy, and have little to say. Thus I will write again tomorrow.

Saturday, January 08, 2005

Two Comely Lasses of Virtue True

Well I'm still waiting for Phantom. It's been two and a half hours. If I had know he was gonna be so busy I would have gone to see The Incredibles with my parents. Ah well.

In waiting I have found a quiz, courtesy of Nomi's blog. Yay! Man, when someone tells me how to link I will link so many folk! So it is a Simpsons quiz. I got 19 points before I lost. I got all the questions about Bart's chalkboard writings wrong. Once you get three wrong you get kicked off. Now I'm determined to get a higher score! Have fun!

What the Funk?

My best purchase of the holiday season was a 20th Century Masters "Best of Funk" cd. It's entitled "What the Funk..." with the tag line "12 funkified tunes to keep you funky", and man are they keeping me funky! I love this cd! If the box thought my repetition of Afternoon Delight was bad, wait until they here this puppy!

This immaculate collection contains such hits as "Brick House" by the Commodores, "Jungle Boogie" by Kool and the Gang, and of course "Love Rollercoaster" by The Ohio Players (Say What?!?).

So brilliant. So I'm funkin' myself while I wait for Phantom. I haven't had a good solitary livingroom dance in awhile!

Leg-o-less

I'm sad to be heading back to Guelph, but man do I miss my Box Ladies! Here's my favourite thing about us... we haven't really sent one e-mail the entire time, J and T both left me e-mail type comments. Man I love those girls. So T.J. I'll be home tomorrow around 4pm I think.

I'm stressed about my schedule and my life. I'm horribly sad about leaving Phantom. Is it possible to love someone too much? I often tell my dogs that I love them too much... but that might just be dog talk.

So I have to finish laundry, pack, and work out my schedule so I know where I'm going on monday. It's entirely possible that I will be putting off this decision for another semester. Maybe I'll do five years and get a double major of Englsh and Chick Stud with a minor in Soc. Yeah? I could go to India too. I'm still not sure if I'm ready for India. I'm just a tiny little womyn!

Friday, January 07, 2005

perhaps it was all the talk about my numb vulva

Today I did a lot of running around for very few answers. I got a lot of "I dunno" (to be said like Homer after he eats the super sour sour ball). Basically I was told by my doctor that if my thyroid starts to work properly again my legs will come back. Otherwise my thyroid will just get worse and I have to start meds. My chiropractor told me that in seven more sessions I should have feeling back. Too bad I can't make an appointment until Feb. 21 and after that not until April. Great. So it appears that I will be stumbling around until my feet kick in again.

I had another amazing chunk of time with my Phantom today. Despite everything else, I'm finding myself happier than ever when I'm in room snuggling, playing Mario, or watching tv. It really doesn't matter. Just being there is making me deliriously happy. Next week is going to contain a whole 'nother sort of blogular tone!

Thursday, January 06, 2005

All Out of Thwhack

I have a total of six appointments this week. Three of them are tomorrow. All kinds of people want to poke me and squish me and ultrasound me. This is unpleasant. I'm no closer to knowing what's the what, but I may have a better idea by tomorrow. Someone best have a lollipop for me after every appointment!

I'm preparing for my move back to Guelph on Sunday and I'm not sure how it's all going to go. The fact that I walk everywhere with my knapsack my conflict with my inability to walk comfortably.

I have to do a lot of work on my schedule, and choices of majors. Last night I made a chart for myself entitled "Major Possibilities" (which made me giggle and think of highschool student services before they sent you off to uni). As of right now they include English, Women's Studies with a minor in sociology, or just women's studies. Women's Studies straight would allow me to go to India, WMST with Soc would allow me to take pretty much every course I'm interested in (but not go to India), and English... well I'd have to take a lot of dry sounding courses but I would walk out with a degree in English. I just don't know. But at least in doing this I'm seeing that there is a bit of room for me to weigh my options for a little longer.

Other than that I've been knitting a lot, reading a lot, and sleeping very little. I've also been trying to get used to my new haircut. It's not short, but it's different. I didn't even take it out of my pony tail when I saw Matt. :o) That's how much I'm trying to get used to it. Phantom likes it though, so I guess that's a step in the right direction.

I'll update tomorrow on my diagnosis, assuming I'm not rocking in a corner somewhere struck down by my fear.

Monday, January 03, 2005

There's trouble in Bean town

The marks have come in and they are enjoyable. They are as follows:

Sexuality: 75%
Social Anthropology: 76%
Social Deviance: 80%
Intro. Philosophy: 80%
Shakespearean Contexts: 81%

I'm a little disappointed in the sex mark. If it weren't for my hard ass T.A. it would have been much better, but alas, there is nothing I can do about it now. Shakey-Con is the real shocker. I was entirely sure that class was going to kick my ass, but apparently I'm better than I think I am. I guess there's something to be said about going to talk to the professor two days before the exam. Yay me!

I think I'll celebrate with bloodtests and ultrasounds, possibly followed by a Wednesday trip to exercise my credit card on multiple dvd purchases.

3:08 AM

It's going to be a rough morning at work.

Living Reflection Of A Dream

I can't sleep. I have to be at work in six hours and I can't sleep. I decided that some herbal tea was in order. My social worker used to tell me that if you lay there for over half and hour and still can't sleep you should get up and do something, and then try again. We'll see what works.

Since the legs have been lost in sensation sleeping has been hard to get to. It feels like I'm all swollen and my feet feel like they're filled with sand. So when I lie down its all very uncomfortable. Actually doing anything lately is very uncomfortable. I'm starting to freak out a little. I'm going to try to get a doctor's appt. tomorrow because I need to know what's going on.

The reality of only having one week vacation left is starting to hit me. Going back won't be so terrible, it just seems daunting right now. I don't know how I'm going to get around campus fast enough seeing as how I have to walk really slowly with my crazy legs. Oh how I hope this doesn't eat the rest of my body! It's been creeping up for a few days now!

Sunday, January 02, 2005

The Place Feminism Goes to Die

New Years was more than interesting. I had a bad feeling as I headed over to Adam's house. Something was just off. There was a miscommunication with my Phantom and so there was confusion. I started off the night soured. Not only did I need to de-sour, I also needed to sweeten, and I needed to do it fast.

I blame the whole fiasco on breaking tradition. If I had been with Helen perhaps this wouldn't have happened. The night started out fine. We feasted on chocolate genitalia and took many a photo. Then Sean decided that he wanted to meet up with this girl who was at a frat party. Bad plan. None of us wanted to go but Sean insisted.

Adam is leaving for Costa Rica in three days, and all he wanted was to have the four of us together at midnight. So when we were walking out to Bayview to do the count down at a bar and Sean got in a cab, we basically had no choice bet to follow in his irrational footsteps. With seventeen minutes to spare we headed to the sleaziest frat at U of T on St. George. The second we pulled up I took off my crown and looked pleadingly at the guys as I told them I did not want to go in there. It was my worst nightmare. I hate places that make me take off my crown. I do my best to avoid any location that would make me feel uncomfortable based on the way I look.

The door was encircled by huge thugs that informed us of the five dollar cover. Sean payed for all of us and our hands were sullied by the black mark of "P.D". We found ourselves a little corner near the beer table (two beers for five dollars) and waited the six minutes until the count down. We went through as all of our watches turned to midnight, then we counted down with all the sleaze around us.

Briefly after the countdown we shifted to a corner by the stair well. All of the girls in the building seemed to be under the age of sixteen and thinking it was mid-August. I didn't even take my coat off. Eventually we went upstairs where Sean was trying to get with this girl, and was failing miserably. Steve went to the bathroom as Adam and I watched a fight break out just as Sean was getting rejected.

At this point Adam and Steve got all chivalrous (and sweet) and decided it was time to get me out of there. The whole situation was so surreal that I really didn't feel like I was in any danger, but I was happy to leave. When we finally fought our way outside we were just in time to watch the end of the fight from accross the street. It was 12:37, not even an hour into 2005, and I got to watch this huge muscly guy smash this little guy into an ice drift, punch him in the nose, smash his head into a parking meter, and punch him a couple of more times. It was the most real fight I've ever encountered and it was really bizarre.

We waited for ten minutes for Sean to come out and then we made him pay for the cab ride home. Everyone was displeased. We got an appology speech from Sean, drank some champagne, and then Steve and I headed back to my place where the evening improved greatly.

Since then I've had my first pork tenderloin, played some Mario, had an excellent night with Steve, and watched Eternal Sunshine. Tomorrow morning I'll be up an heading to work for 7:30am, then I'm going to try to deal with the fact that now my entire legs are sleeping and I haven't felt my feet in ten days.