Random Observation:

I stood there, washing my hands after using the washroom, and caught sight of myself under the fluorescent lights, and promptly said:

“Cripes, if I get any whiter, I’ll have to declare myself a new race.”

Because, seriously. If I stay still too long, I might fool someone into thinking that I’m dead. I’m that white right now.
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Passing the Crazy Wand

So, I adore my friend Tillie, whom I met in one of my English classes. I also really like the other half of her brain, Jax. These two are always amused by the extreme things that happen in my life, and giggle madly when I recount my recent antics. (So, in short, they’re enablers, and I love them for it.)

Lately, Tillie has been a darling and helped me out with some of the crazy. Not the fun, giggle-inducing kind. The kind where a strong grip and a lot of determination are necessary to getting through the situation at hand. As a result, I thought it was only fair to pass her the crazy wand — the one that’s all shiny and sparkly, and turns the mundane into an adventure.

The first time, I made Tillie play Easter Bunny with me. That entailed wandering around the dollar store muttering stream-of-consciousness insanity while trying to shop for Will and Liz’s Easter stuff. I think there may have been a few times I nearly killed Tillie, she laughed so hard. Some notable moments include:

Me: Are you a good driver? *points to little carts*
Tillie: Oh, no. I bump into everything.
Me: Will you drive into anyone on purpose?
Tillie: No.
Me: Well, it’s safer if you drive, then.

Me: *picks up the mesh bag of marbles* I can get these for Will! It’ll get him off the video games for a bit, and I get to crack jokes about losing his marbles!
Tillie: You should always get gifts according to their future insult potential.

Me, wandering around muttering angrily about how hard Will, as a teenage boy almost exclusively interested in video games, is to shop for. Especially since the Easter Bunny doesn’t bring video games (that’s Fatherbot and Santa). Tillie just puttered behind me, pushing the buggy and laughing at all the outrageous things I was saying.

Me: They don’t have any peeps. Hunh. Mind you, after Chubby Bunny, no one ever wants to look at a marshmallow ever again. *pause* Do you know what Chubby Bunny is?
Tillie: No.
Me: Ah. Well, basically, it’s a game to see who can stuff the most in their face. So, you go around in a circle and stuff a marshmallow in your mouth and say “chubby bunny”. Over time, everyone gets chipmunk cheeks and you have to not laugh and spew marshmallow everywhere when ‘chubby bunny” starts sounding like “thubbay bubnay”. *laughs*  Once, my whole family played Chubby Bunny all day because it was a snow day. We played with marshmallows –you can play with cheesies, but we actually like those. Anyway, because you have to hold the marshmallows in your mouth without chewing or swallowing, we got this thick, sickly sweet sludge collecting in our mouths and trickling down throats, and just . . . *shudder* To this day, Liz is the only one who can look at a marshmallow without wanting to puke.
Tillie: I guess so!

And then, the other day, I went over to have a tea party with Tillie and Jax, as well as their housemates. We debated who was whom, and concluded that Tillie was the March Hare, Jax was the Mad Hatter, and yours truly was . . . probably the Cheshire Cat, but also, possibly, Alice. We had tea and cookies, and, ah, I may have invaded their kitchen in order to properly brew a pot of tea for Tillie and myself. Because I am an unrepentant tea snob, and tea should be done right. Luckily, they all felt much the same.

(They also sent me home with a small bucket of chocolate eggs, because apparently they’re drowning in them. There are worse things to drown in than chocolate, in my opinion, but I’m not going to argue — I mean, they were sending me home with chocolate!)

During the tea party, we also ended up talking about Lucy the cat, our favourite and funniest stories of being inappropriately hit on, and the more sober topic of school. Because this tea party wasn’t just a wonderful gathering of lovely people, it was also a little bit of a goodbye, since Tillie and Jax are graduating and going on to grad school. And one of their housemates, also an acquaintance of mine, is also graduating and now has to navigate the job market.

But even if we don’t see each other much, and even if they’re no longer at school with me, this isn’t the end for any of us. I plan on seeing Tillie over the summer, and Jax, too, if we can swing it. I will email them, and send letters. But most of all, I will wish them luck and happiness, at grad school, in the workforce, and in the future.
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Little Miracles

Every once in a while, little miracles happen. If you’re not paying attention, you can miss them. They will slip by, noticed for a moment and then gone.

I don’t like missing them.

To me, they are no less miraculous for being little. If anything, it makes me value them more, because this is one little piece of goodness that I can hold onto and be happy about. And because it was small, there’s a good chance I can just be happy about it instead of having to explain to anyone else.

On Saturday, Milady and I were hanging out with friends of ours, Kasey and Cat. We had a really great time, and Kasey showed us something really cool, something we’d wanted to learn. But it was a little scary, because there was some human-puppeteering required to make sure that we were doing it right. And, well, I’m funny about touch. Always have been.

But this? This was fine. There was a moment or two where I wasn’t sure if I was going to be okay, but once those passed, everything went smashingly. It wasn’t until later, when I was home on Sunday and thinking it over, that I realized how big a moment that actually was. For someone else, it would have been nothing. But for me — the girl who needs her personal space bubble at the best of times — it was huge. For me, it was one of those little miracles. And I am grateful for it.

And I wish you little miracles of your own — whether that’s a lack of lineup at Timmies, or a prof giving you an A on a paper you were really worried about, or having an unexpectedly good day, or bumping into a friend you haven’t seen in a while. Whatever makes a miracle for you, may you find one.
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A New Crazy Challenge!

(Because no, there will never be enough of those, and I’ve almost completed the Daily Post Challenge.)

So, I went to a used book fair. It was glorious. I exercised extreme restraint, and shopped on a budget, and only took home nine books. (Yes, you read that right: only nine.) It made me realize that I have a whole slew of books which have been given to me as gifts, or that I’ve purchased, that I haven’t been able to read yet. There’s been so much going on in my life over the last year or so that book-reading had kind of slipped out of my life, even though I never lost interest in it. (I would like to point out, however, that I have been reading — just, things that weren’t books.)

Because I’m not counting the books I had to read for class. I’m talking about books read for pleasure.

So I counted up all the books that I want to read, and made a list. Turned out to be a fair bit longer than I had anticipated, which is saying something. The total, in case you were wondering, is 35 novels. Most of them aren’t small, either. Some of the books included are the Harry Potter series, the Artemis Fowl series, four novels by Guy Gavriel Kay, two by Philippa Gregory, a little one by Neil Gaiman, and The Inheritance Cycle (AKA the “Eragon books”) by Christopher Paolini.

And, while I’m giving myself the whole summer to read these, I have a sneaking suspicion that it won’t take me anywhere near that long. (For the record, I’ve read three of the books on my list in the 48 hours after I picked them up from the book fair.) If/when I manage to complete this self-appointed task, I will probably wax lyrical about it here. And, while I’m sure that it’s perfectly obvious, I would just like to say that I am really, deeply, and truly looking forward to getting so drunk on words I wind up hungover.
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Snippet of an ACTUAL Conversation

Me (on the phone): ” . . . now that’s a whole other kettle of fish. *pause* Who would put fish in a kettle? Fish tea? Who decided that was a good idea?”
Milady: *silence of an amused kind*
Me: “What?”
Milady, sounding very, very fond: “Oh, just the way your mind works.”
Me: “I guess I’m lucky you love me, then.”
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Being A Grown-Up Sucks . . .

. . . when you’re broke
. . . when laundry has to be done
. . . when people are hungry, and expect you to cook
. . . when you have bills to pay
. . . when it’s raining and cold on garbage night
. . . when you’re sick, and have to do shit anyway
. . . when doctor’s appointments have to be booked
. . . when you have to file  your taxes.

*sigh* I’m off to be a grownup now . . .
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Almost Wise-Assery:

You know it’s true friendship when you can ask the other person for anything, including a kidney.

(Lookin’ at you, Alex.)
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