Pros and cons of living in a construction zone:

Pro: You never know when they're finished. Last night, I turned off all the lights preparatory to going to bed, and stumbled in the sudden darkness. This was strange; usually I can see by the light of the @&*#$ lamppost they installed outside my living room. Well, they've blackened the pane of glass that faces the building, which means no more artifical daylight at midnight! Hallelujah!

Con: They're never finished. I woke up at 0600 this morning (sleeping in! Hooray!), and relaxed comfortably in bed for a while. Then the bulldozer started landscaping practically outside my open window. It was 0630. I thought bylaws had them waiting until at least 0700. Grrr...

I have been advised that I need a Nekobus. For those who don't know what that is, I suggest you do a Google search. To summarize, and keep in mind my information is incomplete, it is an entity that, by nature, makes life less boring. What do you expect when you cross a cat with a bus? (Don't ask...)

Am I bored? Certainly not this week. I leave the house at 7 every day, and possibly come home to eat, though I eventually do get there to sleep. But that's me trying to be an informed voter, and fencing, and going to a movie. Next week may not be so bad. If you look at how much I'm home, maybe I'm not bored.

No, I take that back. There has to be a reason I bought almost 40 books over the last two weeks, despite the fact that I have little time to read them. I'm busy, even at work (shocking!), but apart from fencing, my mind is mostly inactive. 'Tis sad, but there it is.

The little dig from Jen (yes, I know it was! But I don't mind...) was to get off my ass and get looking into grad school. Since I have narrowed my focus down quite significantly over the past few weeks, and since my in-country vacation is coming up, I will be making the appointment shortly. A few upgrade courses, an application, and I may be well on my way to being an even busier person studying for a master's part-time.

But, in the interests of... well, interest, perhaps I should find myself a Nekobus. I have plants on my balcony, but the only source of excitement from them is that I've been overwatering them in my exuberance to keep them alive. Oops. Perhaps a fish of some description... But then, I'd need a place for a fish tank, and I don't know how much they'd like waking up to a 25 degree apartment every morning. Lord knows I don't like it... Perhaps a two-legged Nekobus? Would anyone like to volunteer to keep me from being bored? Does anyone know if Michael Bublé is available? He can keep me from being bored anytime. In fact, this week he has been, at work. I sometimes feel a little silly jiving in my chair as I fold paper, but anything to keep me going in the afternoons, eh?

I've had part of a song in my head almost all day. What is it about certain songs that they just infiltrate your conscious mind and take up residence, like that unwelcome guest who kicks off their muddy shoes on your newly washed floor, and sits down in your favourite chair?

Dum-de-dum-de-dum (I don't remember the first line, all I have is the tune),
Jacques Cartier reached Canada's shores.
He saw a land of rivers and snow,
He wondered which way those rivers did floooooooow...

So he explored in a

Ca-noe, ca-noe, can you ca-noe?
Ca-noe, ca-noe, can you ca-noe?

I can think of several improbable reasons why this song, which I have not heard in well over a decade, decided to move in today.

• I'm regressing back to a simpler time, when I had fewer responsibilities and had other people to take care of and worry about me.
  
• I have water on the brain. Do you think they rent out canoes in the Caribbean? I know there are free paddleboats at the resort...
  
• I have a sudden subconscious urge to find out more about Jacques Cartier.
  
• No, wait, it's not Cartier I subconsciously want to find out more about, it's Paulo! What's he doing now, anyway?
  
• I'm meant to be an explorer, and sitting behind a computer all day is a waste of my God-given talents.
  
• I wanted to share something with my sister. By writing out the lyrics, she now has the song stuck in her head as well. Misery loves company!

Hey, I said they were improbable. Ca-noe, ca-noe, can you ca-noe...

Urgh... It really has been over two weeks, hasn't it? I have no excuses, beyond the fact that the time of day that I usually post was stolen from me by an Internet use watchdog program. I'm not blaming the company; I just need to get in the habit of posting at night.

My life has not been uneventful. The trouble is, I've been a little busy, and when I do have time to sit, I'm just not turning on my computer. But enough...

I bask in the glory that is J.K. Rowling. I loved the new Harry Potter movie. I was terrified they would mess it up, as it's my favourite book, but they didn't. I would have liked to see the plot move a little slower, but in terms of casting and cinematography, it was superb. Hooray! Now, when's the sixth book coming out? :)

And I have booked a vacation in November. Sun, sand, and surf. But how will I take my every whim being catered to (within the limits of the all-inclusive resort)? Ah, but I think I can bear such torture. In the meantime, I must go buy a swimsuit. Oh, horrors.

I have felt a little off of late, where very little seems interesting or beautiful. This is yet another reason for the lack of post. But I seem to be coming out of it a little, so hopefully posts will pick up as well.

Ta-ta!