Listly Update

I am not dead. With this heat, I kind of want to be, but I'm not. Yet. I just had a busy week, then a week without Internet (BELL!!) and then... well... I couldn't think of much to say. Here's what I learned over the past few weeks:
1. I have terrible taste in men.
2. Mervyn Peake is still a GOD
3. Sci Fi is alive and well, and now comes with a South African accent
4. Charlene Yi has the most annoying vocal cadences I've heard since my Calc 2 teacher
5. I'm the most awkward hostess ever
6. Even when I mean well, I end up offending people
7. Patati Patata poutine is that magical thing that tastes as good sober as drunk
8. This is more than I can say for La Belle Province poutine
9. I can never stick to a personal deadline
10. My alias at my job is actually a real pornstar's name. GOD DAMN IT.

BELLLLLLLLLL!!!

Sorry it's been so long. I moved, with all the myriad joys that come with it. Insufficient boxes, lost movers, schedule friction, unpacking and of course, the Internet move. Which, when you're dealing with my arch-nemesis Bell, ends up taking an extra week and a half. Don't trust them because they are all lying lies who lie all the time, and now I must wait for one of them to come and fix my Internet so I can Facebook stalk all I want.

I've been limited in that shady endeavor by the personal Internet use I'm allotted at work, which means 2 15-minute breaks and a little bit at the beginning and end of my lunch. Which is not enough for adequate Facebook stalkery in the slightest, much less actual blog posting. So here I am at the library, explaining why I was gone and checking out which quizzes my friends have taken on Facebook. Oh Internet, how I miss you.

Donna Martin Graduates; My Brother Follows

Sorry, another hiatus was undertaken. My beloved elder brother, the one who shot me in the face with a pellet gun and tackled a fellow football player who was heckling me, graduated from Carleton University today, and I simply had to go down and see my brother. I'm completely, un-ironically, proud of my brother today. He worked hard for this, and seeing him walk across the stage, handsome in his gown, and both older and younger than he's been in a long time... I got a little sad. My brother's moving on, moving up, moving out- and I wish him all the best.

As a fitting reward for a day of warm and fuzzy sisterly feelings, I came home to a message on the answering machine from John, the guy who's sub-letting our apartment in Montreal. The phone and Internet were down there, and he was sure that I had forgotten to pay the bills. Which, of course, sent me into twitches and tics, since I had made sure to pay of both bills. I don't even have a choice about paying my Internet bill! Bell invasively charges it directly to my credit card! After I ate an emergency donut, I checked my e-mail, and John had checked with Bell and both bills were paid in full. But I'm still vexed and annoyed, because I feel like it still reflects badly on me somehow, even though it is the work of that demon, Bell. And now there are no more donuts.

Bell strikes again.