Ok, enough!

No moer talk of love and dating! This was meant to be a forum for my love of robots and dancing. And shoes. Let's move on!

In order to minimize boredom today, I am going to go get some varnish and finish my coffee table so we can actually start using it again. I am also going to buy some felt to make a sleeve for my iBook and my iPod. I saw a couple of homemade sleeves on other blogs, and I have decided it would make a nice Sunday afternoon activity. I was thinking that I might get some white and grey felt, and sew myself up an iPod-looking iPod sleeve, and an iBook-looking iBook sleeve. Funny no? Hmmmm.... I'm going to have to think about this....

Soopa-visor

I told you how super my supervisor is, right? Well, I am doublin'-up on the love. Ray has encouraged me to go to 3 conferences in the next few months, one in Montreal, one in the Tdot, and one in Italy! Ow! Ow! AND, last but certainly not least, I am writing this to you on the lab's brand-new G4 iBook, and while it is not a gift for me alone, I only really have to worry about my own grubby hands provided I stay productive.

Three cheers for Ray!

Ow! Ow! Oooow!

I'm sorry (so sorry)

We have a new lab member. She's new to Halifax, and hates it. I feel terrible about it, because I know what she's going through. I hated it, too. It's still not my favorite city, but some good friends have made it tolerable, and at times, even pleasant.

But I feel I owe those friends an apology. I have become aware that I must have been overwhelmingly obnoxious upon arrival (and probably the year and a half that followed). I can still see the reminants of the chip on my shoulder, but I was blind to it then. I'm sorry I missed it, because I'm sure I made myself a giant pain in the ass, and extremely unpleasant to be around. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I am defensive, and fiercely private, and sometimes it makes me an asshole. I am working on improving that aspect of myself.

I think my Sticky & Trash are pissed at me

I think my roommates are pissed at me for some reason that remains elusive. I *have* been a bit of a slob lately, but in general, every part of our apartment is pretty neat (except for my room, which they don't typically enter, so doesn't count). They were a bit short with me yesterday, and that could be due to stress - they were preparing for their last exam EVA yesterday - but I don't think so. Gut feeling. I wonder what it is... both of them are pretty reluctant to yell at me, so I'm guessing they will do nothing and say nothing, but I feel bad about it.

I guess the point is moot. They are also preparing to leave me for EVA... which I'm sad about. I feel they are now all the way into my weird little world, and I will miss them tremendously. In fact, as a means to stay in touch, I am sure that I will forward them this address when they leave. In the event they read the archives: Darlings, if you were a pissed at me, you have my apologies. I miss you!!!

Can I just telll you how much I love the word moot? I have had so many moot issues in my life lately... thank christ I love that word.

Research: Fun, fun for everyone.

Bahahahaha! I love my supervisor. There's a guy in my lab who has been trying to set up an experiment all morning, and has been using me to see if my arms fit into a contraption that is important for the experimental set up. My super-visor was near by the last time I was summoned. In typical k-rae style, I jumped into the doorway in a ninja stance and said "The Arm Forces are here!" followed by a fake laugh at my terrible pun. My super-visor laughed heartily for about a minute. He's one of those people who makes me feel really pleased when I say something he finds entertaining.

And anyone who laughs at my jokes is aces.

I have also included an audio file for your listening pleasure. You MUST listen to it using headphones, and try to get into it. Close your eyes, and imagine the last haircut you had...

For your viewing plesha...

So the template that I ripped off and modified for my own personal pleasure had a small image at the bottom right of this page. It was a set of rocks (blachk) that I have since traded it for my sweet-ass new kicks which should be in the mail to me as we speak. Sweet.

Blog Weekend

I spent the weekend and part of today prettying-up my blog. I hope you people appreciate it.

I also think that someone is fucking with me. I have a notion to throw my hands up, and give in. "Let them win", I say. But part of me - the Scorpio part of me - won't allow it. Bring it on, baby. Bring. It. On.

What's the story, you ask? Well, its got a little to do with a boy. Oh, boys... the most elusive of creatures. Figuring out their deal is a complicated and time consuming endeavour. I have ranted to my roommates for about a month, and I think they are getting tired of my acting crazy everytime I am getting dressed and prettied up to go out.

k-rae: What shirt have you seen me in that made you think, "Wow, that's an awesome shirt"?

roommate: Ah, give me some options.

k-rae: The point is, what is a memorable outfit?

roommate: How about the striped one?

k-rae: No! No, no, no, no. The striped one makes me look like a lesbian. Everything I own makes me look like a lesbian. I'm a girl gawddamnit! I want to be girlie, but I don't want to have my tats hanging out to do it. Oh christ. What is wrong with our society? I choose to cover up, and a guy doesn't look at me twice! If I was wearing a skanky halter top, I would be getting hit on. But do I want a man who would only hit on skanks? Men are so frustrating! Don't they understand why I dress the way I do?? It's *called* style. Geez. (pause)

k-rae: Forget it. I'm just going to wear the striped shirt.

And the boy is a boy is a boy is a boy. He is the most elusive of them all. Maybe I should just give up...