And we’re back!

Now that I’m done with school (yay!), I’m going to start blogging again. And this time I’m going to start blogging like I mean it. Yeah!

Anyway, that’s my overly-ambitious, past-my-bedtime thought. Yeah!

Nuts!

I got a new Macbook (as in, one of THE new Macbooks) today and I got totally distracted by trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing. I’m a bit late on the posting. Sorry, world. I’m such a deadbeat dad.

Haha

BUT WHO CARES. I HAVE A MACBOOK. AW, YEAH!

Busy bee.

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Kim is listening to: Star Witness | Neko Case

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Today’s disappointing things

I am not very assertive. I need to be more assertive, even though I’m afraid to be.

No lettuce in the fridge. Definitely wanted a salad.

My guitar strings are so, so, so dead. I’m too lazy to deal with that. Boo!

Cannot find favourite white tank top. Seriously cannot find it. Where the hell…?

Apparently, am officially kicked out of MacEwan - couldn’t even log in to get my T2202A form for my folks. So awesome. I’m sure looking forward to dealing with that. Which brings me to…

Will absolutely have to phone my advisor tomorrow. I’m actually afraid that my assertive self will make some sort of super-mean surprise appearance during that call. Lit Match + Bridges = NO!

Woke up with a head ache for the umpteenth time in the past two weeks. That’s just ducky.

No new Macbooks in this city for another 2-4 weeks. Bastards.

This entry. Sorry, team. Lame, lame beans.

Things I am putting off.

• Sending a sternly-worded email to my advisor. Reason: Lazy. Afraid of being too mean.
• Booking an oil change. Reason: Lazy. Great dislike of making appointments over the phone.
• Getting in shape. Reason: No idea, other than general laziness. I don’t know what the hell I’m waiting for.
• Cleaning room. Reason: Again, lazy. Laaaaazy.
• Buying external hard drive. Reason: Would rather save money for my new computer.
• Finding a writing job. Reason: I don’t even care anymore.
• Many replies to many emails. Reason: Never enough time at the computer to actually sit down and do something meaningful.
• Returning library books. I just keep renewing them. Weird? Reason: Ugh, I just don’t feel like it. Plus, I’m not done Eats, Shoots & Leaves.
• Getting on a writing schedule. Reason: I hardly have enough time to sleep. Plus, this daily blog thing should count for something, right? Yeah..no, I didn’t think so, either.
• Travelling to Edmonton. Reason: I’m afraid of not wanting to come back to Saskatoon. We’ll get into that some other time.

An inventory of things owned, but never used.

• Three (3) journals
• Two (2) Moleskine notebooks (one ruled, one plain)
• One (1) Windows XP install disc
• One (1) tube of Benefit Lip Plump
• Two (2) Old Navy ruffled tank tops (one black, one turquoise)
• Two (2) white canvases
• One (1) 2007-2008 Saskatchewan Writers’ Guild membership
• One (1) 2-year diploma from Grant MacEwan College’s Professional Writing program

Housekeeping.

1. If you just can’t get enough of me (and I’m sure that’s the case), skip on over to my tumblelog. It’s like a little scrapbook of all the very delectable goodies I find on the wild interweb. Just in case you missed that link the first time, CLICK HERE.
2. I’m going to be doing another daily blogging project. I’ll be posting all March long (apologies in advance). It’s another concoction from those lovable sadists at NaBloPoMo.com. The theme for the month is LISTS. And, clearly, if there’s anything I can rock the shit out of, it’s a list. See? There are perks to being an anal-retentive Virgo.

Consider yourself informed.

 

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Kim is listening to: Let Them Look | Nathan

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!!!!!

SARA.
SARA.
SAAAARAAAA!

*jumps up and down*

I DID IT!

NaBloPoMo - I did it! Weee! I’m so proud of myself.
And, no, I’m not going to celebrate by posting any kind of content in this entry. I’m too damn tired from work. Plus, I just want to go slip into a nice, hot bath and get into my sweats. OMG, WILDEST FRIDAY NIGHT EVERRR.

Thinking.

Working in the mall, especially near the food court, I’m starting to recognize mall “regulars.”

Now, these people are mostly grown-ups, so I don’t find it fitting to refer to them as “mall rats,” since that term generally refers to the pubescent, short-shirted, rainbow-haired, pseudo-raver scuzzes that frequent the Zellers side of The Centre on any given weeknight. So, for the folks I get to interact with at LUSH, “regulars” it shall be.

According to the other mall employees, the majority of the regulars fall into any combination of the three following categories: “homeless,” “crazy” or “shoplifter.” They openly warn us newbies about the homeless/shoplifter types, who will take everything in the store if you give them the chance. And then there’s the crazy/homeless, who is just plain dangerous, they say. Of course, the combinations go on, and the mall staff warns us about them in whispered, concerned tones.

Curiously enough, I have yet to find that any of the mall regulars fall into those categories, and I’ve rather enjoyed my brief interactions with these characters. My favourite is this sweet older gentleman who wears suit jackets. Every time he visits us, he wanders through the store and picks up the same series of items every time.

He’s as reliable as clockwork. The second he walks in the door, I know exactly where he’s headed to - first, the massage bars (he likes Each Peach), then the bubble baths (he always goes for Marathon), then the haircare (big fan of the shampoo pucks), and he repeats that routine about three times, sometimes venturing over to check out the soaps before starting over again at the massage bars. Each time he picks up a product, he inspects it, turning it over in his hands a few times and giving it a sniff, all as if he’d never seen it before. It’s such a beautiful thing. He’s such a sweet guy - just totally interested in the products. He just wants to explore - he doesn’t want us checking in on him, and he never has any questions. Even though he saw them five minutes ago, or five days ago, he cycles through the store, checking things out, again and again.

During our first week, one of the other mall employees warned us about him being “homeless.” The way she said that word, she might as well have just described him as a murderer, or an Amway sales rep. I just hated how she did that. How would she know if he has a home or not? And what difference would that make?

See, I remember that man from my days working at Bata - he’s been wandering around the mall forever - he just keeps to himself and meanders in and out of all the shops. He never caused any trouble and never did anything to cast himself in a negative light. I always assumed that he was just getting his daily exercise by walking in the mall. Anyway, it made me so mad and sad that this lady was “warning” us about him. I didn’t like knowing that she was trying to influence us against getting to know him, or even treating him as a valuable store visitor.

Though, I can’t help but find myself wondering about him. Does he have a home? Does he have a wife? Grandchildren? A car? Is he actually as “crazy” as the other mall employees make him out to be? Is he healthy? Is he loved?
I also found myself wondering these things about the lady who works in the food court. She looks to be about seventy years old. Her eyes are all wonky and look in different directions, and her hands are kind of gimpy - I feel so sad that she has to work at the stupid food court, cleaning up after the gross people and their gross fast food. Yesterday, all I wanted to do was give her a big hug, but I figured that would be kind of creepy, so I just sat there and did nothing. For hours after, my tummy felt sick for her.