Rollercoaster anyone?

It was a days of mixed emotions.
I know... pretty hard to imagine - me - with mixed emotions.
Stupid band and their stupid lack of being able to count, look up, listen, - screw it - play with any level of competence whatsoever! And to be doing this in public, really not cool. We do the same gig every year and every year it stinks. This year was my first year conducting it and I find it a little disconcerting when you have a number of members of the band who come up to afterwards and say in a totally sarcastic tone "we're fun to conduct aren't we?" or "see why all the other conductors had such a great time?"

I was ready to crawl under a rock and die. I didn't know whether to cry, get angry, or laugh. I did a lot of the getting angry on the inside during the outward laughter - like how Jack Nicholson laughed as the Joker. Twisted laughter.

Then there was the getting more angry and frustrated part about school fee crap as we talked in the coffee shop followed quickly by the stupid jealously as I learned Nibski and Frenchy were having dinner that night (yes, Likalia, I KNOW he and I will never happen! and our dinner was excellent - thank you!)

Following dinner there was the 'teach Likalia Bridge' night which was good times indeed. A lot of true laughter (not the I'm going to dunk you in a vat of acid laughter) and good wine was had by all.

Except for actual crying, I think I ran the gauntlet of emotions today. I hope tomorrow is nothing like today in that regard.

Feeling outta sorts

I feel like I'm in an alternate universe but in the universe I'm use to... sound strange? I'll explain.

I'm sitting in the usual coffee shop and have been since 2:00 this afternoon (it's currently 6:34pm). I'm at my laptop with my mega binder of research materials for my thesis sitting empty cup and fruit bar wrapper beside me. This would not seem strange to me at all if I were actually at university right now but I'm in the valley. I've done many a marathon sessions at coffee shops while in school this summer but never here. I suppose it's also very odd since I haven't been at work in 5 days (weekend followed by day off, then no school due to no power followed again by day off). I've been to the gym on twice. I've been living in my living room (remember the flooding incident? still trying to get rid of cat smell - getting better but I'm getting comfortable in the living room with the wood stove). I've cooked twice in the past five days - this is odd for me to do here. At school and on my own, not unusual at all but here it out of the ordinary. It was also my comfort food from my Sask days both times - a fabulous tuna and broccoli cassaroll dish. Honest! It's great!

It's kinda weird...

Replace or Revamp?

My cat needs to be a dog sometimes so she could bark when something's asquew.

From where I'm sitting in the living room, I can see into the bathroom sink when the door is open. My cat was sitting in the middle of the floor. I didn't think anything of it because my cat's weird. I could hear water running but I knew that washing machine was running so I figured that was what I was hearing. But no... it was the toilet over flowing.

This toilet doesn't work properly at times - keeps running because the float stays up.

The back story: I came home from Dragonboating and coffee. I used the bathroom. I forgot that I had to watch the stupid float because it had been working fairly well the past 3 days so I went upstairs, made lunch, came downstairs, turned on the tv, watched a bit, checked my email, then looked up to see my cat sitting in the middle of the washroom floor, didn't think anything of it, talked to Likalia and was about to get up to make a phone call. Walked into the back towards the washroom and the bedroom to set into water in the hall, my bedroom and it was about 3 inches deep in the washroom where my cat was sitting - because she's part fish.

Following events included a full out argument, cursing, yelling, crying, sewer snakes, the emptying the majority of my closet, insults, accusations, the 'reminder of my age' and all that implies regarding attitudes, actions, and living conditions... the usual back and forth with my father. Good times...

So the toilet and my living situation is fixed for the next few months yet again... fixed is never a good thing - replaced with a newer version is always the better option and yet the all mighty dollar is always the determining factor.

The day can only get better from this point.