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News? ha ha ha....surely
you jest...
4 September
2001:
Hmm. I've kind
of given up on ranting for a while, considering the turn of events
in the old life. However, you can read the first entry of my
London
Diary instead.
2 August
2001:
Hello, all 5
loyal readers out there-- I'm sure you're perplexed as to what's
happened to old yours truly since April.
Well, here's a hint. I'm writing this from a nice side table in
a lovely flat in London, England. There is a wardrobe in the bedroom
of this flat which is chock full of my sundresses. And, my friend
Lorraine now lives in my old castle-attic on the Rideau Canal
in Ottawa.
What I'm saying
here, ever so coy-ly, is that I've moved. Most of my stuff now
lives in my parents' basement in Alberta. And the rest of it,
along with me, is here in London. I'm still working for the same
company. But I don't have a long distance relationship anymore.
Whoo-hoo!
It's amazing
being here-- it's been almost two weeks and I'm still gasping
at how beautiful everything is around me-- the architectural details,
the galleries, Neil (whoops! Did I say that?). And, the company
is amazing. I still don't know what I did to deserve such an outcome...lucky
me. Lucky me.
So, what
did I do in May, June and July anyways?
Oh, that....in
May I took a new job with Alcatel, flew down to California at
the last minute and drove around the coast (oh, and attended a
work conference), then went back to Ottawa for a few days before
a four day whirlwind visit of sunshine and romance in London.
In June I planned
my move from Ottawa and went to Niagara Falls where myself and
another lovely redhead sang 'Like A Virgin' in North America's
most toe-curling Karoke bar.
In July, two
carload of Torontonians descended upon my little Ottawa apartment--
we all got caught in the rain on Canada day but didn't mind coz
we were too busy having fun. After they left, it struck home.
I sold my car. I had a last dinner with my Ottawan friends (I
love you all). I visited my parents for a while in Alberta. And
then I came here to be with the one I love.
26 April
2001
My sweetie came
and left. Why is it that every moment we spend together passes so
quickly? *Sigh*. But, we'll see each other again soon. And, I'm even
more in love...*Sigh again*.
Meanwhile, it's
finally SPRING here in Ottawa. There is a lovely patch of jonquils
near where I park my car. And, I'm wearing a sundress as I'm writing
this. It really feels like a miracle this year, because the winter
was just sooooo long.
Oh, and I've got
myself a regular gig on Moxie.ca, it seems. You can check out my
little articles about cool chick-owned businesses in the Biz Buzz
section.
Speaking of
writing, there's a new
rant...
14 March
2001
I am trying very
very hard *not* to hate the lovely city of Ottawa, Ontario right
now. This is for two reasons-- 1) I live here and do have to put up
with it and 2) I love my friends here, and I want them to know that
my dissatisfaction with the city has nothing to do with them. That
being said, I can tell March is going to be a difficult month. It's
cold, and snowy, and I miss both my family and my beloved like
crazy. And, of course, they all live in places other than, say,
Ottawa. Argh.
Anyways, it
looks like it's going to shape up to be an interesting spring. I
went on one of the best trips of my life last month...who would've
thought that England in February (or, uh, anywhere in February for
that matter) would've been so wonderful? That probably had something
to do with the company tho...and the primroses, daffodils, and green
grass everywhere. Siiiiiigh. Remember. Must not feel sorry for self!
Oh, and before I
forget, if you haven't read my review of Crouching Tiger, Hidden
Dragon on Moxie yet, here's your big chance. Man, I loved that
movie!
9 January
2001
Oh dear me, I'm
afraid the world isn't like the Kubrick classic at all. My life is
sadly missing a HAL, that's for sure. "I'm sorry Lyz, I'm afraid I
can't do that"...
Anyways, hey,
yes, I had a lovely time over the hols, esp. in NYC with my sweetie.
I was, and am still, not happy to be back in Ottawa, where
everything is covered in a huge white blanket of snow. I know I'm a
Canadian, but really, must it snow every day here? Give me a good
Alberta winter-- an inch of snow on the ground and -30 outside. Or
perhaps not....
Ah, and before I
forget, there's an interview with me on Moxie.ca right now.
Apparently I'm a girl who just might take over the world. Now
there's a scary prospect....
1 December
2000
Haha. Only three
more weeks till I go home for Xmas to lounge around in front of the
fire with my parents' cat, Rudyard. I'm also looking foward to
snowshoeing and getting tipsy with Astergirl and Lumpboy. And then,
after I've eaten everything in sight at my parents' place, I'm off
to NYC for a grande escapade/rendez-vous. Oh, I can't wait.
Interestingly
enough, I've realized that I'm stunningly oblique on this page about
what actually goes on in my life, compared to most online diaries. I
think it's because I know my mom reads this stuff! (Hence, I
challenge you to find one swear word on this entire site.)
Anyways, hey, if
you've got a minute, go check out my review of 80's classic
Desperately Seeking Susan on Films
Fatales, K?
17 October
2000
OK, OK, you five loyal readers out there...I've actually
updated some stuff on this silly site. I hope you're happy now.
Anyways, if you go check out the Stuff
area you can find some new graphics and the first chapter of my
romance novel! And yes, I'll post a new rant soon. As much as I like
the Sleater/Kinney girl-power thing that's up there right now, even
I'm sick of it.
21 September
2000
Yeah, I'm back.
And I'm not happy about it. And the trip was everything I wanted it
to be and more. And yes, yes, yes, it worked out, and it was
amazing. And that's all I'm sayin' about that. If you need to know
more, ask me in person!
As for life here
in Canada, if you're reading this, I think you need to come to my
poetry reading on September 24th between 2-4. For more info, hit
this little site I designed: http://www.museinprint.com/.
5 September
2000
In less than 24
hours I will be in England. It's been 5 years since I was there
last. It's a touchstone kind of place for me though-- I keep
returning again and again.
There's a
special and semi-secret reason why I'm excited about this particular
trip though. And if it works out, I'll let you know.
11 August
2000
The lovely Karen and the lovely John'll be swinging
out this way next weekend-- I can't wait. And I'm getting my second
set of golden handcuffs off-- watch out Montreal! Also, I'm going to
England in September, which is exciting, but the last two times I've
been there I've stayed for three months....and I can only go for two
weeks now-- stupid work world..
Oh, my cool 19
year old cousin in Indiana has a new freakycute little dating site
she put up for her and her friends. Check it out at http://www.dork.com/makeoutwithme
And hey, go read
about
Karen's weird dream...
20 July
2000
All my
houseguests have left. I'm alone in my apartment wondering what
exactly I did before they came. At least I can mess stuff up and
wander around half-naked again.
My friends keep
moving away from this strange small city. I want to follow but I
can't. (there is a reason why, and I deserve no
sympathy.)
And,
embarrassingly, I am horribly crushed out on someone I've never met.
(Oh, you know who you are.)
19 June
2000 a poem for you:
slight breeze
lifts bright green leaves reflected yellow ellipsis of
lamp whitewashed window frame
5 June
2000 I have no idea what the heck is going on with me. I'm
trying, trying, trying to make these big "life direction" decisions
but what I'm actually doing is stalling yet again. What the heck do
I want to do anyway? Move? Work somewhere else? Go travelling? Go
back to school? Argh. Oh, not as if anyone would care, but I bought
a stereo finally...I got componants, so I'm getting closer and
closer to official musicgeek status. Great. And I thought I was
already geeky enough.
1 May 2000
April was a difficult month. My grandfather died, and my job (as
I knew it) ended. There are many many things that I am learning here
in the year 2000-- but the one that keeps on getting pounded home,
again and again, is that having money does not necessarily mean that
you're happy. When I was a grad student I thought that as soon as I
had an apartment and my own car, everything would be just wonderful.
And for the most part things aren't bad, per se. But money still
can't fix the things you have no control over...
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