Heat Wave

Thank God his parents bought us two air-conditioners and even came to install it. It's disgusting here in Windsor. Smelliness is so much worse when coupled with 30+ humidex. Just rain already! Was rollerblading by the riverside last night, and the blasts of cool breeze from the water was nice though. Almost felt like Vancouver.

I've been having a series of dreams about getting arrested, and me trying to explain to the police that I can't have a record, 'cuz I'm a law student. I guess the trauma of being pulled over by a cruiser is finally beginning to take its toll.

TTC
I read on the Globe that the last TTC strike was in 1999, and I clearly remember it. I was going to the Ontario Science Centre Science School for a semester at the time, and my mom came to pick me up but then left without me when I took too long. So I waited there for 2 hours for her to get home and then get back there 'cuz I couldn't take a bus home. (sigh) high school memories.

eyes only

Do you give your blog URL to your significant other? I don't, and apparently that's just cause for a fight. Isn't a blog where you go complain about him/her? And when you are living with them, wouldn't you feel a little suffocated if you don't even have some webspace to yourself? His exact words were, "Oh, so it's private enough for the entire world but not for me." Am I being unreasonable? help?

it's a pigeon's world

Virtual Apartment Tour, Part 2

Here are pictures of the new apartment, as promised. The first is a view from the balconey. We are on the fifth floor, and currently battling a legion of pigeons.





This is my room. Shimmering bedskirt still in place, Rug of ants from IKEA. My desk is off to the left, just out of sight. My TV on his dresser that we share.

The living room, with another TV. Mostly his furniture, but of course, my X-Files poster.

The kitchen, his head poking around the corner, where his desk is. The thing on the right is the fridge door. We have an appliance table beside the counter, with toaster, coffee maker, rice cooker and toaster oven. The microwave sits on top of his filing cabinet.

Hope you enjoyed the tour. That couch in the living room is a pull out bed, so let me know if you want to visit! =)

Kincardine's Most Wanted

Yup, that's right, that's me. To say the weekend was eventful would be a gross understatement. Let me tell you about my grand adventure of Victoria's Day weekend.

Friday - after a full week of work, the boy really wanted to get up to his parents' cottage that night, and still he volunteered to drive, I can't really complain. So we went. Interesting, the most direct route Kincardine from Windsor is through Michigan I-94 E. We took the Ambassador Bridge, which is practically right outside our apartment. Right away, we were selected by a 'random computer selection' to have the car searched. How random it is, I cannot say. But let's just say the waiting room was disproportionately non-white. Anyway, it didn't take long, and we were on our way. When we cross back into Ontario at Port Huron-ish, we were going to stop for dinner. But nothing really appealed, so we kept going, and only stopped for gas. So by 10pm, we were about 5 minutes away from the cottage, and a police crusier pulled us over. Headlight out. Okay, no problem. Check license. Fine. Check registration. Not fine. Turns out that when we brought the car at the end of the lease last year, the license plate was not re-attached to the car at the Ministry of Transport. So, the car was declared unfit in front of the Kincardine Tim Horton's, and TOWED to the local police station. His mom came to pick us up where the police lights are.

Sat: a glimpse of hope - the MOT office is open 'til noon, rather than not 'til Tuesday as expected. But in order to reattached the plates on, we need a safety and emissions test. It's already 11:30am, and the person working (the office is the front part of her home) is going away from the weekend, so she might get back in time on Monday to get me on the road again, if I can get the safety test. Off to Canadian Tire. No appointment. I begged. Okay, 1pm. Call the police station to release the car - no one there. When two officers arrived, they let us drive to Canadian Tire. Yeah, not so unfit. Anyway, did the test, did not pass. Front exhaust pipe leaking. Oh God. Estimate for repairs, $400 plus parts. And the part needs to come from Owen Sound, if they have it, which of course, no one will know 'til Tuesday.

So basically, his parents took charge is give us one of their cars to drive back. Of course my mom freaked. We are going back next weekend to hopefully get my car back and return his parents.

Will post pictures later.

grey's anatomy

A three-hour two-parter season finale! Okay, I will concede the prom stuff is a little contrived, but the rest was so awesome. Plus, even the prom storyline let to that fantastic scene of Bailey deciding everything in about 30 seconds. The Denny storyline was sad, but the 'right' ending, I guess. *sniffle* And of course, how HOT was that Meredith/McDreamy scene. Okay, I'm done geeking out.

Troy
Went to the Somerset Collection Mall in Troy, MI on Sunday. Think Yorkdale, but even more upscale. More like Boca Raton. Saks Fifth Avenue, Cartier, William-Sonoma, and lots others that you can see but wish they'd knock a couple zeros off the price tag. Got a long skirt from Eddie Bauer, and the boyfriend got some work clothes there too, with the extraordinary and flaming help of one of the sales associates. I convinced him to get a green stripe shirt, to get away from his usual blue/grey/black. He went to the Tools concert last night in Detroit. Needless to say, I wasn't there.

Work
Continues. I'm starting to remember how tiring working is. But school is tiring too. I'd rather be school-tired though. I'm that kind of geek.

forgot to blog about this

Having been a FComd twice, I am of course no stranger to the ER. I just didn't expect to get there so early in the summer. Windsor Regional Hospital has airplane-type recliner chairs in the waiting room, but that still doesn't make 6 hours go by any faster.

My boyfriend's sick, and we don't know what's wrong with him. He was on an IV on Sat night, and had x-rays and ultrasounds, but still no idea of how to fix him. He went to his first day at work on Monday, and stayed home yesterday and today. And why is it that I am so annoyed by this?

I know he is sick - I'm just not a compassionate person, nevermind girlfriend. It takes a lot for me to miss work, and I don't think he'd hit that threshold of pain. I'm a terrible person. I guess maybe part of it is just that I want to get our new apartment sorted out, and I want to do fun things after work, and not sit quietly so as to not disturb his fits of naps.

Why am I like this? I wasn't neglected as a child or unsympathetic to the plight of human suffering. I just hate weakness. And anything that requires me to be extra nice, the babysitting/homemaker type girlfriend. Take your pills and go to work! I know, I'm going to rot in hell.

only summer students...

get job descriptions like:
- legal research
- filing
- drafting contracts
- delivering letters
- photocopying
- filing claims at the court house

and my favourite assignment so far: draw one-inch lines in stenopads that the lawyer uses as docket timesheets instead of the computer like any other normal person.

They don't pay me enough.