Because I really should be writing poetry, I will steal a meme from caitlin_chan

These things always weird me out by being strangely coherent - more coherent than half the crap I have to read for class.

Put your music player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first song is the title.

When Somebody Loves You
Carry on, my wayward son,
there's a song that I hear every morning:
"It takes two."

The Nova Scotia winds blow my love to me,
there was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run.
Just one year of love is better than a lifetime alone,
away from Halifax's muddy creeks and Canada's fields of pine.

Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup -
saying "I love you",
"That dude looks a lady",
"There's a little girl I know, you might know her too."

This thing called love, I just can't handle it:
"Sound the pibroch loud and high,
put your dreams away for another day."
Purple haze all in my brain,
I didn't want to say it - much too obvious.

In the town of Athol, one Charlie Lanigan battered away 'til
half-past twelve, and I'm watching the late show all on my own:
"Here's a story of a girl, who grew up lost and lonely -
it was twenty years ago today."

Thinky Things

Have wicked insomnia caused by overplanning the future. But I did get some things figured out:
  • my last exam is April 20th, although I might try and get it pushed up.
  • my last major assignment is due in April 17th.
  • if I leave for Halifax on April 18th, that gives me two solid weeks of job-searching time
  • there are lots of possible jobs.
  • there are lots of CSR and admin assistant jobs as well.
  • I have at least three work-related references.
  • Pride Week is the last week of June, how sweet would it be to get married then?

So now I'm torn between going to bed and trying to sleep or updating my résumé. Or do my Welsh homework.
fairy doodle

Either way, bad for Desmond.


Is that not the cutest thing ever? So cute I had to show it twice.

Had a really weird dream last night. I think I have to stop watching Lost before bed.

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But speaking of Desmond, he was in this weird dream. So first I dream that I'm with some group of people and we're on a tour. It starts as Toronto and then turns into London. I realise that for some reason, they've built a dome over part of the city. Union Station is at the middle of the dome. And I am really upset by this piece of stupidity, so I start ranting away about the dome. And then one of the people on QI (which is now a call-in show) starts ranting at me about how my rant is totally off-base and I'm being ridiculous (how did the man in the television hear me anyway, is what I want to know) and then he starts in about how I'm blaming it all on equity and it isn't a new invention and I was arguing that yeah, it kinda is.

So after arguing with the television (I think it was Phil Jupitus?), we all go back to our hotel which is haunted (part of the dream was figuring out how to release the ghosts) and right across the street from this heritage building which had belonged to my grandmother. So I wanted to go back in and see the place where I had spent a lot of time as a kid. But they wouldn't let me and I was really upset, so Desmond tried to cheer me up by saying that we could go swimming and then stripped down - because apparently I hadn't yet realising in the dream that we were in a relationship and I was a gay male.

My subconscious is a strange, strange place.


Things I should be doing:
- revising the third draft of my thesis
- working on the Irish Bardic presentation I'm giving on Monday
- working on the thesis presentation I'm giving on Friday
- finding a topic and texts for Medieval Gaelic paper
- writing poems for Creative Writing final project
- working on Irish Bardic final paper
- tidying my room

Things I am doing:
- knitting a sock
- watching To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar

Huh. I think I need to somehow reconcile these two lists.

My baby's back!

Leonid the laptop is back where he belongs - in my lap. What a way to start a wonderful day. The only time I plan to be in Halifax in the next month? Happens to be the very day that my laptop is ready for pick-up.

Went to the big city yesterday with the Tranny Society - which is not as cool as you think, 'Tranny' in this case is short for 'Transfer' - and it was a very, very good day. Better than spending it moping around pining for my lost love (not the laptop). Took some terrible pictures of my friends sleeping in the backseat. Went to the Split Crow, oldest pub in Halifax - it was given the first liquor license in New Scotland (before New Scotland was translated into Latin), 174something. It was totally packed with what looked like all the high school students in Halifax who could get their hands on a fake ID, but the food wasn't bad. Sat next to a rather stunned Tranny who needed some hints to figure out the riddle of me saying "no" when she asked if there was a man (she saw my claddagh) and then telling her that I'm engaged. And we hadn't even started drinking yet.

Wandering around the Maritime Museum with my friends was hilarious. Lots of silly pictures of them pretending to be in boats and hitting on statues of sailors and threatening figureheads of St Patrick and pretending to drown. Fabulous time. Adorable parrot.

And in the realm of om noms - brewery! We went on a tour of the Alexander Keith's Brewery. Om. nom. It was one of those slightly comical tours where you "travel back in time" to learn about the history of the place. A very wide-eyed woman with a terrible accent that was supposed to be old-timey Nova Scotia led us into the "dining room" where we watched a video about Alexander Keith before we were supposed to meet him. Of course, Mr. Keith was late. So we learned about the brewing process from a very excited "apprentice" and then we headed into the Stag's Head pub to try some beer and sing some songs. And of course, it was pub songs so I knew them. Oy. But free beer! Which I shouldn't have drunk because I'm on antibiotics. But it was free beer. I had a glass of the red and a glass of stout. The red was yummy. We had to slam them back, though, because we really got rushed out. We had fun with the three reenactors, though, because they kept saying "Slainte mhath!" and butchered the pronunciation on "Ciad mile failte", and we kept answering in Gaidhlig. They just stared at us.

Apparently "proper thing" is some kind of slogan? They said it every six or seven minutes.

I bought a thundermug as a present to myself.

And then.

Then . . . there was Watchmen. Which will be another post when I get my thoughts together, and this one is already eleven miles long.
lesboid love

I has a happy!

Rita's here! Rita's heeere, finally, at last, it is so unreeeeeal and omgyay and she's here and she's in the tub right now so we are not cuddling but I have had two days of cuddles and wheee and yay! Busy couple of days, randomly all events must occur in the first few days of her visit, because we have nothing (except a couple hang-outs with friends) planned for next week. So looking forward to it. Omg yay.

Also, laptop died. The OS ran away and hid, because apparently it was all pouty that I was spending time with other things. I am taking it to the Buy More tomorrow, because it conveniently happens that the only Buy More in Nova Scotia is on the way to where we were going tomorrow anyway. Tomorrow is our daytrip into Halifax. We've already done wings, a double date to the theatre (Romeo and Juliet), ridiculous domesticity, the movie theatre is actually showing something I want to see. She is apparently magic, because my surgery wound is healing ridiculously quickly now. All in all? Damn good to be me right about now.