The Sky

Tonight is a night for blogging. The stars have aligned. I can feel it in my bones.

Actually, I have been looking at the stars tonight. Even in Antigonish, it can be hard to see many stars when you're trying to look up past five very bright streetlights to the sky. And the funny thing about Antigonish is how well illuminated the streets are. Even on my street, Orchard Terrace, where I think there are a grand total of EIGHT houses, we have like three street lamps. This town is over-lit. Anyways. I was sad, sitting outside the theatre, that I couldn't really see anything in the way of stars, and it was the same all the way home, which I thought was funny, since I often noticed the stars outside my house. And sure enough, just as I got home, I could see all of them, so brightly, as if there weren't any light pollution at all. I guess that my house sits in a bit of a corner with trees around in the perfect spots that blot out the street lights, so that we have a little cloak of darkness that make the stars very easy to see.

Wow, I did not mean to go on so much about the stars, only to say that they're so beautiful out. And the moon is lovely, bright, and LARGE tonight.

Also while I was walking home and looking up at the stars, a plane was flying overhead. For a second I thought it was two stars, til I saw the red lights blinking. But they were the same size, and I thought that if the plane looked the same size as the stars so close to us, that hte stars all of a sudden seem GINORMOUS to seem the same size from so far away. Which of course they are. And I was thinking that with that "comparing your thumb close up to yoru face to teh building far away = same size to you" logic, the size of hte universe makes perfect sense. But then I thought that it didn't, if you thought of the sky as black polymer craft clay, with golf balls stuck in it. And I was much happier thinking of the Earth encased in a shell of polymer clay, and that if I threw something hard enough, it would get stuck in the sky. That is a much more comforting thought than the universe.

I am applying for jobs for the school year right now, and I am moving into a new house next week.

And Nick has submitted a little thing for teh Hockey Night in Canada Anthem contest. You should check it out.

EIGHT slugs

The spiders have started doing this thing where they dangle down from the trees above the sidewalks, RIGHT where you will walk straight into them.

Today I got to register for classes, and I am so excited for this year. The only class I was going to sign up for that I wasn't toooooo psyched about was the history of the USSR. Lady luck was on my side, though, and when I was registering, I got an error message telling me that the course registration number for that wasn't valid. I checked, and the course was removed for this year! Luck was still with me when I looked for another history course to take its place, and the one that I really wanted, World War I, which had been in a time block that conflicted with another course, was moved to exactly the time I needed!! Score.

So, I'm taking World War I, Modern British Fiction, History of Art, Botanicals: Drawing and Painting, and Etching. Suhweet! Aaaand, I have no class earlier than 3:45, and no classes on Friday!

Of course, this is all only semi-permanent until I have a meeting with Dr. Austen, the psych advisor, to make certain all my credits are in order.

I was sitting on a bench yesterday and I saw EIGHT slugs within a square foot of each other. They are surprisingly fast.

So, yeah, now I'm hunting for a job for during the school year.

Worms

Well, tomorrow is my day off. I don't have to wake up, so I'm lounging about, and what am I doing with this rare night? I'm sitting in bed, all alone, drinking an iced cappuccino and eating TimBits. The bits of coconut are falling off of them and into my bed, but I'm still doing it anyways.

I've been reading the Watchmen comics in preparation for the movie. When I saw the trailer, and thought it rocked, and didn't know anything about it, I knew smething had to be done. So I downloaded al the volumes, and a cool program for reading them. I really really like it. I've also been reading a Starman Omnibus comic that my housemate Andrew left lying around the living room. Sorry if you've been looking for it, Andrew; it's been in my bed. :-[

Aw, I already posted teh trailer for Watchmen.

I have a strange and strong sympathy for worms. I've been meaning to post about this for a while. You know how when it rains, all teh worms come up to avoid drowning? So when you're walking along a sidewalk, you see lots of little worms crawling for their life to higher ground? Well, I feel really bad for these worms. They're most familiar with the dirt, and when they come up to try and save themselves, what do they discover but this big piece of concrete/blacktop that seems to stretch for eternity. So they crawl, and they crawl, and most likely they're stepped on or driven over or they don't make it across before it's the next day, and it's sunny, and they're fried to wormy bits on the baking hot asphalt. Poor worms!!

So whenever I'm walking along in the rain, and I see a worm slowly slugging his way away from the water, I reach down, pick him up, and plop him on a bit of high ground in the grass. One day, though, I was walking about a flight of stairs outside my dorm, and there are about forty steps or so. I saw a little worm, and moved him off and onto a nice high patch of grass, saw another one, and moved him, too. After I'd done this for about seven worms without proceeding another step, I actually looked around me, and saw that there were hundreds of worms all over the steps. I was so sad, and realized I couldn't move them all, and had to walk on, trying to not step on them. But I felt frustrated that I couldn't get everyone else to not step on them, and pay attention to where they're walking. Too many people don't look down when they're walking to make sure that they're not stepping on the poor worms.

Well, I bought a bike. A beautiful bike. But I won't unveil it with pictures until I can get the seat lowered.

The third play opened this last week, Gaslight. It was the most costume intensive, since it's period, so poor Erin and Paula were sewing like dervishes, and I was just stitching on button after button after button. And snaps and hook and eyes and all that fun stuff. I actually got a nice little blister on the side of my first finger from where I grip the needle.

Well, yep, that's about it.