Day 129
It is a sad, sad day indeed when you finish watching the entire The Girls of Hedsor Hall series. Over the course of the last two days I feel like they have given me the tools to become a lady but what I become without them is only what I make myself. Thus, from this day forward I pledge to be a lady, whatever that may be (it was never clearly explained in the show). Frankly though, I am concerned that this blog is not very ladylike. Hopefully, when and or if there surfaces a definition it will not include snarky blogs as a don't or I'll have to quit (being a lady that is).
I learned something this evening on our death march back from the grocery store. I learned that even though you think that generic 2 liter of diet grapefruit soda will be a joy to bring home you should take a moment to reflect that you will need to carry that thing 12 blocks before it gets there. Well, you will unless you are smart enough to shop with the polite, strong Norweigan giant. Guess who wasn't smart enough to shop with him along...
So as a newfound lady I have decided to cut off my flirtation via facebook chat with a certain someone who hits on me late in the evenings. If he wants me so horribly he can respect me enough to speak to me in person. And, I think I have exercised some self-restraint for example yesterday when he popped up chat with me while I was watching The Girls of Hedsor Hall I told him I was going to bed and could not speak to him and today when he walked by where I was cutting vegetables and peered through the glass of the door I smiled politely instead of flicking him off. I have come a long way.
For the past 3 and a half days that I have been back in Canada I have purchased a total of 4 packages of salami. I am starting to fear my addiction is getting a touch out of hand. I may have to start exercising and take on a second job. But, I have figured out a way to pay for it and make friends (not gaining weight well, I'll just stop eating everything else like fruit or get fat). I will start up a support group called, Salami Eaters Anonymous (SEA). I will charge dues and make everyone turn in their stashes at the door. Who says you can't help others and yourself at the same time.
I learned today that inviting everyone in your residence to show up for a soup dinner means that you really invite everybody, including that one guy. You know the type, the smarmy I-am-a-player guy who doesn't talk to the fat chicks and attempts to pathetically seduce anything under a size 8 by telling them, "Oh look at you, you are all nervous. You are blushing. You like me don't you?" Well, he does that line and switches it up with a fake "poor me" scenario every ten minutes or so. This guy does however do the dishes (the ones that the pretty girls ate from) and he helps you decide who among the girls not to befriend. The ones who laugh at that one guy's jokes and say, "ahh" when he pulls the "poor me" you do not want as confidants (they are not ladies). I just want to say thank you to that one guy for being a prig. I appreciate it. But, fyi if you stopped talking your mildly good looks may get you more play.
Tip of the Day: If you can't reach a bug to kill it spray perfume at it and try not to think you are being cruel.
Overheard from the mouth of a candybar clutching 5 year old, "But daddy, mom said we could buy candy in the new year and today is the first day of the new year."
-Canadian Castaway
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