txt msgs – Imaginary Sunshine

Good morning, moon???

Michelle — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 19:38:06 +0000

Good morning, world. It’s a wonderful, dreary, rainy and oh-so-very gray Tuesday morning out in British Columbia. That being said, when I was waiting for one of my buses this morning, I saw the moon. The moon. And promptly sent this text to Clay:

If the moon’s still up, it means it’s too early for me to be up, right? Feels like I got zero sleep.

Because, you know, if the moon is still up, it obviously means that it’s much too early for Michelle to be awake. This also applies to the summer days when it’s like 11am and you can still see the moon in the sky. Because, really, if the moon is still visible, it’s much too early to be awake. Let alone functioning and being coherent.

But this awesome little beginning to my morning biology class was so worth getting up out of bed this morning. I walked into the lecture hall for my biology class today and my prof brings in a small baggie with a scrap of cloth in it. Or what I assumed was a scrap of cloth. Apparently after my last biology lecture on Thursday, someone had told the prof that they had found a pair of panties and a few (… 5?!) used condoms in the back row of the lecture hall. So, obviously instead of just tossing said pair of underwear into the lost-and-found (full of orphaned mittens, broken umbrellas and handfuls of crappy pens and pencils), he put it into a bag and brought it into this morning’s lecture.

And then started in on short lecture about why it is important to be mindful of public indecency laws and then suggested for us to refrain from having sex, in the future, in the lecture hall while he’s lecturing, no matter how much learning about transportation in the golgi apparatus turns us on…

And all I had to think about that was “… Really? Sex in the back of the lecture hall? During class?”. Personally, I was kind of envious, to say the least. Not incredibly keen over the idea of getting caught, since it was during one of my classes (my prof stated, after someone asked if it was just left there before our class started, that the room gets cleaned at night and locked until he unlocks it in the morning for our class), but if I had been me (although 5 times in that short amount of time? I don’t know if that’d be very much fun after a while…), I certainly would not have left without my underwear.

And because now I just have to ask…

What’s the most embarrassing thing that you have ever lost?
Most public place that you’ve ever had sex?
Least amount of sleep that you have gotten in one night?

My answers…

A small case with (unused, thanks) tampons in them. Erm, I had thought that I lost them, so texted Clay to see if they were in his room by accident (yay, awkward text messages…).
Lah de dah… Mum’s the word.
Maybe about an hour to two hours?

I’m not like “everyone else”

Michelle — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 02:55:48 +0000

Hey everyone, thanks for the concern about yesterday. (Caity, sorry there wasn’t a block of Michelle text waiting for you!)

So… Sunday. I went to bed like really late, I stayed up to talk to Clay and then I fell asleep on him (I do this a lot, by the way), which wasn’t my intention at all. Then I woke up again at probably around 3:30am and we started talking again. And at this point, I’m like wide awake. I went to bed at around 1am-ish, so I only got a little over an hour of sleep. But I’m like wired, totally awake, and I stayed up until about… 6am, if memory serves. I said good night, head hit the pillow and I was out like a light. I woke up at around 10am, so I had a little over five hours of sleep in total to function on for Sunday. Which is never a good thing. But I did pretty okay in terms of being able to function.

My family and I went to my sister’s show (she’s in a show choir, so that was really awesome, they did a bunch of classics and some songs from musicals), so that was nice. Everything was fine up until sometime in the evening when my dad started complaining about the show (he didn’t know any of the songs, so he didn’t enjoy it as he also didn’t understand the lyrics as well) and how he had to go and how hot it was yesterday and then he got really mad at me for not putting something back (an exacto knife, if anyone’s curious – there’s like one in every room of my house – don’t ask why). And it wasn’t me that had moved it, so I was trying to defend myself and he just cuts me off and goes off about how I just always say that it isn’t me, even though he just knows that it always is me.

(Turns out that it was my mom that moved it and didn’t put it back – he didn’t apologize, he also didn’t yell at her, he just stalked off.)

So my rather cheerful mood just bottomed out after that. Hence last night’s entry. Which was all of like… Fourteen words.

So Monday! It was super sunny today and very hot at work. Luckily my cubicle is in an area with air conditioning – however it just makes everywhere else in the building seem very hot. I didn’t have a whole lot to do today. I had actually had stuff to do from 8am to about 1pm, but after that there wasn’t very much and I couldn’t find my boss anywhere to see if there was anything else he’d like for me to work on as he was in a meeting until about five minutes before I had to leave. So I wasn’t very productive today. I stayed hydrated, read the news online, did all my work, walked around, talked. It was… lazily productive, I’d say. Which isn’t saying a whole hell of a lot. But I tried to do more work, but I wasn’t about to interrupt the meeting since it was important.

But coming home was okay, I fell asleep in the car since it was so hot (even with the window down). However, everything fell apart once it was dinner time. Because my dad decided it was at that point that would be best to start asking me why I’m not applying for nursing classes for this September. The answer: I wasn’t eligible to apply for the program at my school when they were taking applications (in December). And then there was the question of why that wasn’t possible. And how I never plan anything. And how I’m not serious enough for school. And how everyone else can do a Bachelor’s degree in four years, instead of five like me (which is kind of funny… Considering both of my sisters did their BSc’s in five years instead of four – and I don’t think any of my friends are on the path to being able to complete their Bachelors in four years right now anyways!). And went on and on and on and on about that.

I mean, sure, it’s good that my dad cares about my education. I guess. But at the same time, he asked me the exact same question 3 times in 30 minutes. The exact same question. I answered it in the exact same way each time. My answer did not change, at all. And every single time I answered the question (about why I didn’t have enough credits, etc.) he got angrier and angrier. He actually came out and said that he thought I was “doing this” (i.e. taking more than four years to complete a degree) to spite him. Like I really see the connection between my completing a degree, graduating and getting a full time job and… him.

But to leave off on a less… I-am-upset note, here’s a text message that I sent to Kelsey today:

I’m learning the hard way how stupid people can be. How hard is it to understand that something cannot be on and off at the same time?

How did your Monday go?

Apple sauce

Michelle — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 06:56:40 +0000

My biology final is done. Done, done, done, done, done, done. As of 9pm. I smiled. Greatly. Oh, and I’ve also discovered apple iced tea. Which was amazing. And apparently there’s raspberry iced tea as well? Where have I been living? (… ‘underneath a rock’ is not an appropriate answer to that question!) So two exams done (English literature & biology) and two more to go (psychology & chemistry). Another morning exam though, for psychology. I’m thinking of taking advantage of the fact that there’ll be buildings open 24/7 during the exam period at school and just sleeping over there so I won’t have to wake up at 5am in order to get to school on time. Now, my only problem is that is that I’d have to actually wake up on time.

In other news… Here’s a cute snippet. Slightly edited because you don’t want to know what the other stuff that was said was. Or rather, I’d rather that you not know.

M: Gah, going insane. You’ll visit me in my padded room, right?
C: Hell, I’ll feed you apple sauce and wipe your drool.
M: Thanks, love.

It’s kind of an ‘aww’ moment. We have weird conversations sometimes, I do realize. But that’s the beauty of it, it never gets boring.

In one ear and out the other

Michelle — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 22:09:51 +0000

This is what I’d let to get clear, straight off the bat:

When I told my family that I had an 8:30am exam this morning, I was not kidding.
When I told my family that I was going to bed at 10pm last night and would appreciate that they not be obnoxiously loud, I was not kidding.
When I told my family that I had my alarm set for 5am (and that would result in almost 7 hours of sleep), I was not kidding.

So when I went to bed at 10pm last night with the intention of waking up at 5am for my 8:30am exam (I left my house at 6am), I was completely serious.

I tossed and turned a little. The last time I remember seeing a clock was just a few minutes past 10, so I’m hoping I went to bed soon after that.

Then, I wake up. It’s dark. But my alarm’s not going off (none of my alarms, more on that later). And I learn laughter. Loud laughter. I shuffle out of my (warm!) bed and end up in the living room. Which is diagonally across the house from my room, as far as one can humanly get from my room. And there’s my parents and both sisters (one just arrived last night) were up. And laughing.

“Could you please not be so loud?”, I said to them, I was rather annoyed but calmly.

They apologize. And I shuffle back to bed. This was at midnight. I get back into bed and promptly fall back to sleep (because I was a) tired and b) tired).

And then it’s 1am-ish.

And I’m awake. Again. Because they cannot fucking shut up. And all they’re doing is sitting in the living room and laughing. And yes, I get it, my sister just arrived (yay…?). But she doesn’t live in a different time zone. She’s not only there for a few hours. She’s here for nearly a week. And it’s one. fucking. am. In the morning. When I’m planning on waking up for 5am. So I really have no clue why any of them were surprised at my response.

Pissed (because they knew I had very limited sleeping time and had a very early morning wakeup call!), I just shouted, from my bed, loudly, going “SHUT. UP.” In English. Which was probably not a good idea, because I nearly included “the fuck” between those two words. But I didn’t! I was good! I didn’t swear (to my parents… from across the house… I’m practically a saint!).

And then they stopped talking. Completely. Within fifteen minutes, I could hear bedroom doors closing.

After that, I didn’t hear a peep out of anyone. I went back to sleep and woke up at 4:55am (alarm on my cell phone). Snoozed that until 5am, when my alarm clock goes off. And my cell phone (again). And then 5:04am, I get a text from Clay because I asked him to text me in order to ensure that I woke up (and got out of bed!) if he was still up.

And my English literature exam? I think it went fairly well. I know I did better on one essay than the other (sighs), but I’m sure that I got most of the identifications (which sucked though) and I left about 30 minutes before the end (8:30am-11am). Got home by noon. And my dad’s all like “Why were you so angry at us last night?”

…

Seriously? Seriously? Seriously?

I am obviously not getting the point across. Because you know what I’m doing next time that happens? (And the next time might be soon, I have a 8:30am exam next week!) I will swear. At my parents. From across the house. If I get woken up again, when I need to get up at 5am.

Aww, squish.

Michelle — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 05:35:48 +0000

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a (text message) conversation snippet…

M: Are you awake…? -pokepoke-
C: Maybe…
M: Hi!
C: Good morning, sweetheart.
M: Did I wake you up?
C: Kinda, yeah. What’s up?
M: I’m bored…
C: You texted me because you’re bored?
M: … That’s always why I text you, dear. I need entertainment
C: True. Okay, how do you want to be entertained today?
M: Story please!
C: … Again?

He’s so tolerant of me and my demands at times. And yes, he did tell me a story between the time that I woke him up and I had to go into my chem lecture. He’s much better at coming up with little stories for me on the spot than I am, now if I could just get him to spell correctly (when transcribing conversations, I edit his spelling and grammar so, umm, those who aren’t as versed in C-speak as I am can understand it too).

Best way to end a day

Michelle — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 07:16:51 +0000

It’s been a long day. Things just kept on going wrong today. And seriously, the best way I could possibly end the day is with the Boy indulging me in a completely dirty and inappropriate conversation. He’s still at work, so it’s all over texts right now but it’s been going on since… 9:17pm. And while it may not be everyone’s cup of tea, it’s still okay if I can’t have the real thing. Granted I’m distracting him while he’s at work, but he’s not complaining so… It’s all good. He’s such a sweetheart, talking dirty to me.

Fresh out of world peace, aww shucks!

Michelle — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 05:18:38 +0000

I swear, today I said like.. maybe 50 or so words. And phrases like “thank you”, “excuse me” and “you’re welcome” are included with that. So I started eating candy. While studying. While being depressed and eating candy and studying. All at the same time. I’m such an awesome multi-tasker sometimes.

M: I didn’t really speak much today at all. And I just miss interaction with people beyond msn, blogs and txting.
C: Wow… I’m kinda shocked…
M: About which part?
C: That you’re tired of technology…
M: Not tired of technology, tired of only communicating with people through written word rather than verbal communication.
C: I see… So what do you want for your birthday?
M: World peace… My own island… A pony…
C: eBay’s fresh out of world peace. Anything else?
M: A jackpot-winning lotto ticket?

If your birthday was tomorrow, what kind of presents would you want?
Personally, I’m hoping to get an indigo hippopotamus with white and lavender spots. Or a medical dictionary. Or a Harvard University Medical Degree, with my name on it. Or the keys to a Mini Cooper. Realistically I’m hoping for chocolate, handcuffs and headbands. (I was joking, you don’t need to get your panties in a twist. Of course, I didn’t say which part I was joking about so… Draw your own conclusions!)

I was productive (for a Monday, at least)

Michelle — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 05:52:57 +0000

Or rather, I was a productive as one can ever possibly be for a Monday. Today I: woke up, rushed out the door, went on the bus, went on the train, went onto another train, braved the rain to get to English, sat through class, went to the building where my psych lecture is, got my shoes incredibly muddy, chatted with people, sat through class, learned nothing new (learned it already in bio class), couldn’t find the room for the write-in, wrote almost 2,000 words, attended bio class, didn’t fall asleep in bio class (yay!), went on the bus, went on the train, went onto another bus, reread parts of Great Expectations, got home, texted the boyfriend a few times, ate a croissant, worked on some family studies questions, took a very short (only about 30 minutes long) nap, woke up, got dinner started, watched General Hospital (I fast forward the boring parts, only watched about 15 minutes total today), had dinner, worked on more family studies questions, ate a cookie, washed dishes, finished the family studies questions (yay!), printed off the family studies chapter 11 questions (for tomorrow, not today), texted the boy some more, did psych notes for today, yawned, wrote this blog entry.

Now I’m about to go and study for my quiz tomorrow morning on joints in the body. Hmmm, joints… Then I’ll be off to sleep (!!!).

I want my cell phone back now, kthx.

Michelle — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 21:57:15 +0000

@ Georgina: My phone -steals back- I sent him an email.

And he read it (he woke up early today, I was pleased) and then he texted me to be like “So, what’s that email in my inbox about?”. And proceeded to allude to the fact that he had read the email but he refused to confirm. And then he did. And then we started talking about what we wanted to do this weekend (he has no clue, I want to see Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist since Twilight doesn’t come out until November 21st). And then, of course, becaues we’re both just super predictable, somehow sex got back into the conversation and lah de dah… Just too much. I was learning about how six-to-twelve year olds like having BFFs because it makes them feel “important” and “like everyone else”.

Mind, please evict the gutter soon.

Anyways, anyone have awesome date ideas? Please shoot them my way!

Take my cell phone away from me, please

Michelle — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 15:49:42 +0000

So last night, I fell asleep at around midnight. Which is all awesome because I haven’t gone to sleep prior to midnight in a while (well, the last time I did, I was woken up by a text from Clay and I ended up complaining about it to him, but I wasn’t too annoyed). However, sleep deprived Michelle should not be allowed possession of her cell phone when she’s sleep deprived and going to be sending sleep deprived text messages. You know why? Because when I’m sleep deprived and in possession of my cell phone and I send sleep deprived text messages, I end up sending text messages that (when I read them in the morning) it sounds like I’m propositioning the boyfriend for sex. Of course I fell asleep sometime after this possibly-propositioning-for-sex text message so… Gah. I shall go and write an email to clarify what I meant. Hopefully I won’t make it sound worse in my only slighty sleep deprived state.

Hope you’re all having a happy Thursday!