a girl's whose name begins and ends with "a"

ok, got some heavy interviews out, in the editing process, and on the way! (including the one that i'm going to be the interviewee!) but i just have to procrastinate by saying that science students suck. or they just have no concept of social skills. i don't have to talk anymore about my neighbor, who never learned to stop the "close talking" or startling people on their shared balcony. he also constantly smells like feet. ew.

i did meet a cool arts student yesterday in the laundry room when i set off the fire alarm melting my 5xl aaliyah tshirt. the worst part of it is that i cut it with the intention of making a dress last nite and royally screwed it up. gotta get a sewing machine! but i need a keyboard first. i should just stick to knitting. that's the second shirt i've fucked up in two months.

oh, the point of this? ya, i actually left the science lab because some idiot came up to me and asked me if i could type quieter! no bitch, i got deadlines! and if you don't appreciate the proficiency at which my fingers fly off the keyboards, get some earphones, i have mine (thanks b) and you don't see me complaining that your chemical structures are bounding too much off your computer screen! gawd.

makes me wanna go see Nacho Libre again. what is it about jack black that always makes me crack the fuck up?

mame. (as in "eda" and it might become my permanent signature now)

so, i felt that i had to make a note about the dynamics of "making one's riches" off being a guinea pig in folks' experiments.

today, i participated in the most involved one yet. it included being strapped into a chair, having my arm velcroed to the table and using a robotic arm to move to various targets that were lit up. i was a bit nervous, especially because i kept remembering a clause in the consent form saying that "it is rare that jaws are broken" during the experiment, but that was one that i wasn't involved in, they just have one form. uh huh. "we don't break jaws here" is what the guy kept saying, and i kept cracking up, thus throwing my robotic arm off course.

he was one of the nicest though, as some of the other ones have been more cold. the bio lab one (space bar pressing for the most part) was kind of sweet sometimes, but it seemed like it was restricted to the confines of the lab. when we met in the washroom 5 minutes later, she acted like she didn't know me. but she was a constant, an "inside track" if you will, and scheduled me for more experiments "under the table", not through the website classifieds, like most.

the one that interviewed me for chinese canadian experiences seemed like she would be an interesting person to know, but kind of shunned me too. but i ran into the other day, and it seemed like she was lingering a bit to talk, but i was in a rush. the one that ran the japanese test was nice enough during the test (highest paying one at $25) but snubbed me in the street as if to say my poor written japanese (give me a break, i haven't written japanese in 12 years) fucked up all her data.

so where is the line? how friendly are you supposed to be with these people? or do you just do what they say for the promised money and get the hell out of dodge?

ok, first of all, i have to say that my apartment is so hot, i can't stay there very long without going nuts. it's a wonder how i sleep in that place. and what i'm going to do on wednesday when i have to guarantee that i'll be there between 8 and 5 for the re-delivery of my purolator package (which better be my RP stuff...). not even ice cream helps, but it's just for another month and a half. i'll relocate to my new place soon enough. then i'll have air to think without having to step outside. i wouldn't mind, except it gives me such a false sense of what the weather's really like when i get dressed whilst sweating my balls off. nevertheless,

i've realized that copious footwear accquisition is how i deal with being in a new place and situation. i'm not gonna hate on the red slingback kitten heel pumps i scored at a garage sale for $5 yesterday, or the sick black boots i got with my baby for $15, or the legend of zelda shoes that got t-dot's attention, but really.

it's like i purge everything, then horde all new shoes. what a pattern.

still ironing out the pleats of my kilt (you know i'm a st.patter at heart), i'm finding (again) that life has a funny way of working out.

apartment? well, i'm back to having a place to live, this time in Mile End/Plateau (so again prime local, this time closer to my favorite cafe, Olympico) in a 5 and a half (so in non-Quebec terms, this is a 3bdroom) co-op with a down to earth painter/drawing teacher and his son, which is a mini-Seb if i ever met one. i'll be living in the small room (which does have a window) and my rent will be even lower than the previous sweet deal and still inclusive of everything.

all things considered, it will be fabulous because i seem to be hearing about a cockroach infestation from more than a few of my friends who have moved recently. so blessed am i that this is not my plight. i have to remember though that my old landlord isn't giving up my damage deposit so if any of you have any experience with that or want to help me stalk his ass, please let me know!

i also have another option, as my newest crazy Asian friend from NYC just bought a place (and is breaking the lease of her cockroach infested sex-den penthouse) may want to go to NYC so i may rent from her at a later date.

jobs? there is still a pending honorarium to be gotten from the mag and that would greatly help me out, but it looks like i need to get a job, but such is life, i couldn't go forever without one, but i will last the summer.

grrrr...dammit isis, hit me up on the celly so i can see you at the damn jazzfest already.