Moot Point

So, I read a lot of newsfeeds, including the Yahoo! Entertainment - Movies feed. Because I like movies.

Mostly I just skim the headlines because who has time to read all that crap? Still, I’m the first to know when Lindsay Lohan signs a record deal. Anyway, I was checking things out before I went to bed and I read “Orlando Bloom Attracts Attention in Ky. (AP)”

The first thing I thought involved K-Y. The second involved an abbreviation of Kentucky.

The story that I was envisioning was much better.

Updates:

1. I did a test patch of the Veet hair removal cream stuff this morning, and there is a very smooth, non-inflamed one-inch square of my ankle. In the morning, I’m doing my whole legs. Can you stand it?

2. I talked to the dean’s office and moving in early is not an option. The rooms are still being cleaned right up to move-in day. (Which is so dumb, they should just have them clean by August-end because there are lots of people in my position.) So now I have to find places for both me and my stuff for a week. And I have to move twice. The possibility of going home to Calgary that week is something I’ve considered, but I had wanted to go before my mom starts work again so we’d be able to actually spend time together, and I don’t think I can even afford to take two weeks off work. (The last week in August makes more sense, I think.

It was really slow at work because of the not-very-pleasant weather. A couple of us were eyeing the cake case when this new waitress says, with genuine enthusiasm: “Everyone has to decide which cake is most like them.”

Then we actually did it.

So I have several momentous things, and lots of bold text:

1. Today, I purchased the Veet Bladless Razor Kit. I have been seduced by that commercial where that girl goes into the bathroom and is dancing around in her underwear. Also, my mother has had good results and we have similar skin types. Also, because I hate shaving but I really like having smooth legs.

2. I start at a new job on Monday. It’s on sort of a trial basis, but basically as long as I’m competent and not crazy I should be good, both of which I am. This is an office job that pays really well and that will continue on a part-time basis into the schoolyear. I am so excited because this means that if I get this job I won’t have to worry about money this year. Yay!

3. Next week, the Harbourfront Centre is showing Singin’ in the Rain for free. (They do this every week for the summer, I guess, but it’s mostly family stuff (thought that doesn’t mean The Iron Giant isn’t amazing) and the quality really varies (talkin’ to you, Undercover Brother)).

4. I have Friday off this week. Friday. Off.

5. Problem: My lease in Oz-house ends on Aug. 31. My residence agreement says I can’t move back into my most beloved room until Sept. 6. (How sweet are the comments in that post I linked? I do need a theme song. I’ll need to work on that. Can one make up one’s own theme song?) I’m going to have a chat with the dean’s office and hopefully they’ll let me move in early. Or I’ll work the trip home around that. Finding a place to stay for a couple of days if I wind up homeless isn’t the problem. The problem is my considerable stuff being homeless. My stuff, it’s considerable. There isn’t space at Oz-house to store it all for a few days if Sul is actually living in his room. (Which he plans to do.) I’m sure some aunts could lend me a basement or something, but I’d rather not move it all twice. Hopefully the residence people will be reasonable and let me just move in early. I’m no trouble.

6. My plans for tonight involve some quality time with myself, which I have been lacking in lately, seeing as how I have been spending quality time with others. Pizza, fruit, Queen Video, probably some Kool-Aid. No one ever said I was hard to please.

7. I ordered this shirt. I decided sad robots are my style.

*Title apropos of nothing, I just really like this song.

This morning, on the way to the bakery where we got brunch before my brother left town, I scraped my wrist on a post. Right over the place where I burned it on the waffle iron at work a couple days ago.

That about sums up my day.

Since mostly what I do is watch movies, I’ve started a second blog to record them, inspired by Dan. But I’m not recording all the movies I’ve seen all year, I’m just starting in July.

This is for my own amusement; I can’t promise to keep it up.

In other news, I have fallen in love with a breakfast eatery near my house. Little Brother and I are off to have our third meal there this week.

There are two reasons I am prone to minor injury. One is that I bruise very easily. The other is that I am very clumsy.

Here are some injuries I have right now or have had in the last week:

-various table-height bruises on both upper thighs, presumably from walking into tables
-skinned knees, from falling down on the sidewalk today
-blisters, from trying to break in the cheap sneakers I bought ages ago
-scrape on wrist from fielding in pool noodle baseball with young cousins (don’t ask)
-scrape on other wrist from aforementioned falling on sidewalk
-bruises on lower arm from them hitting the side of an ice cream tub
-bruise on shin, provenance unknown
-small cut on back of thumb, provenance unknown

I think there were some small bruises on my arm too, but they disappeared.

None of them is bad enough to actually be cumbersome, just bad enough that I constantly look a wreck.

My crack computer repair team started laughing on the phone when I told him about falling over in the street. I wasn’t telling it like a funny story. It’s not like I expect more from my crack computer repair team than myself; I would have at least pretended to be sympathetic.

So I spent 5 days in Ottawa having lots of organized Family Fun.

Highlights, in no particular order:

-Brenda: Family Reunion Bocce Ball Champion ‘04
-standing in the middle of Elgin Street watching the fireworks on Canada Day
-the modernists at the National Gallery
-eating lunch in a fancy restaurant on the Canal, with Globe and Mail reporter Jane Taber one table over, and Herb Gray at the other side of the patio
-me and my brother leaving the Family Reunion Banquet to see Béla Fleck and the Flecktones at the Jazz Festival, which happened to be located right across the street from my hotel (!)
-running into the only person I know in Ottawa who’s not related to me at the Flecktones
-getting drunk with my aunts and playing Trivial Pursuit
-my most elusive uncle cooking steak from New Zealand
-BeaverTails!

Lowlights:

-getting recognized at the hotel by random distant relatives, and pointed out to their children, as “Family Reunion Bocce Ball Champion ‘04″
-losing at Trivial Pursuit
-so much togetherness
-two-hour bus tour, on the open-air top of a double-decker bus; we had assumed the bus would have a roof, so we didn’t bring jackets, and basically got torn apart by wind (aside: Did you know that Hull is now called Gatineau?!)
-no bars open within two blocks of our hotel after 11 on Canada Day
-did I mention the togetherness, because that should merit at least two list points?
-cousins and unofficial cousins that are getting too old to be cute (I’m turning cynical, I think)
-brother and I being the only attendees of the Family Reunion between the ages of 14 and 30-something
-Having a rope barrier randomly erected in front of us on the Hill, so we couldn’t leave, then being told by burly security guards to move back a few times to make room for the colour guard. One highly claustrophobic woman got hysterical and was eventually let through. One woman was stuck in a Port-O-Potty for, like, ten minutes. She was not the same woman as the hysterical one. I would have lost my shit. The upside is I got a picture of half of Paul Martin’s head and the G-G personally sped past me in her carriage.

It was nice to get away and eat big meals and not have to pay for anything. And to see my family, I guess.
Now I get to show my brother Toronto. He’s already seen the important sights, like College Street, and that porn theatre around Clinton on Bloor, and, uh, Ginger.

I don’t want to get old.