Currently listening to: “My Freeze Ray” – Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-long Blog
Ah, the lavender scent of freshly hand-laundered garments, flapping and drying in the sun.
(Alternatively, the scent of disdain as I refuse to pay $5 for a laundry card. )
Currently listening to: “Air” – Hair 2009 New Broadway Cast
I woke up yesterday morning and gazed out of the window of my 13th floor Gage Towers apartment* to see streams of tidily colour-coded first years traipsing across campus trailing behind MUG leaders with aptly-named signs. Then I took a mental moment to silently welcome them to a new adventure – and paused to think, “oh, the little ones!” And then realized that they were probably all taller than me. Nevertheless! I hope everyone had fun- it sure sounds like it, from what I’ve gathered! (Pep rally for the win!)
*We will talk about moving some other time. Suffice to say, I’m in one of the newly-renovated towers, with lovely hardwood floors, and it is all quite lovely indeed. And yes, I did forget a ridiculous amount of assorted items (toothbrush, Mary? Really now?) and did the predicted bus ride back to North Van to retrieve said items. Anyhow.
Kick-starting second year with baking cupcakes for our Imagine Day booth with the rest of the French Club executives was definitely a great way to start the year. We made over 50 mini-cupcakes, decorated prettily with a dollop of icing in the middle, and then covered them liberally with colourful sprinkles allsorts. They were delicious, if we do say so ourselves. The lovely weather yesterday was definitely a nice change from the past few drizzly days…and today’s bout of miserable on-off leaky faucet in the sky rain.
In completely unrelated news!
Jack Layton will be speaking at the SUB Party Room (2nd floor) tomorrow (September 10), so if you’re interested, do come by and take a listen! He’ll also be at the Gallery in the SUB at 7 pm, so that should be cool too.
On to dinner-making; I’d forgotten how much effort cooking for oneself requires. Eggplant and tomato bake, here I come!
Currently listening to: “Opheliac” – Emilie Autumn
*Incoming first-years, this is a fine example of how not to pack. This is also a fine example of digressing from one topic to another.
I’m moving on campus this upcoming Sunday, and the packing process is a just a tad like the aftermath of the French Revolution at the moment – messy, complicated, and with the potential for murderous acts of frustration. My kitchen supplies at the moment are lying in a pile, and they number the following: one green rubber spatula, two glasses, three kitschy mugs, three shotglasses, and a pile of vintage coasters. Oh, and a strangely deformed tin, with which I have no idea what to do. The growing need to look into acquiring pots, pans, and (proper) tins for cooking and baking (!) is starting to nag at me.
Currently, I am also contemplating which coffeetable books shall be moving into Gage with me. Confirmed items are the Spring Awakening pictorials, and the re-print of original Howl manuscript; aside from that, we shall just have to see how the Patron Saint of Rubbish Packing decides to meddle. Maybe the West Wing pictorial, if we have any room left after Larry the travelling gnome is packed…
This is Larry, chilling in Montréal.
Because, obviously, literature and tacky dollar-store gnomes are more important than other life necessities, which still need to be considered and placed into packing boxes. I can’t imagine moving from abroad, or out-of-province: right now, the thought that I can simply bus home and pick up things I’ve forgotten is keeping me sane and happy.