The DAR would like to say something...

No more little white gloves.

If you apologize and no one hears, is it like you never apologized at all? I really don't feel like I'm in the wrong this time, so fuck off my jock.

Who wants to divorce me?

I haven't updated since Thursday. WEIRD. Also, for the record, Mitchell is my favourite person ever right now. From a crack den to the W? Yes, you're my favourite for reasons that aren't just your connections. There's also the fact that sometimes when I think about you, it's hard to breathe because I miss you that much.

I've started actually using my twitter. So. Give 'er. twitter.com/melindahinman

I might change the name back to recordskip, just to go along with the blog title.

Not much has happened this weekend. I went out and got drunk with the boys on Friday. I went to a barbecue on Saturday. I went to church on Sunday.

Speaking of church. Can anyone explain the logic of getting married at 18? If anyone knows this, I'd love to find out. That to me makes ZERO sense. Marriage before you can legally drink in the USA? What if you want to honeymoon in Vegas? You can't gamble! You can't do anything fun! What if you decide at nineteen that you want to go backpacking through Europe and really find yourself. OH WAIT, you have a spouse you need to clear that with. I've said it before and I'll say it again, some day I'll make someone a terrific ex-wife. Just so we're clear, I don't mean that bitterly. I think I'd make an awesome divorce partner.

Trashy Tuesday Fun Fact: I hide my flask in my pants when I go to bars. My flask says "Douchebag."

This is the latest from Saddlecreek...

I am Melinda, this is my heart.

The more I listen to Motion City, the more I realize that they could be my new Blink 182. It's cliche for a band to save your life, so let's just say they enrich mine. Really, I was listening to a bunch of stuff I haven't listened to for a year or so and trying to remember albums that I loved at one point. I was such a stereotypical twenty-two year old. I'm still stereotypical, but now I'm a year older.

I'm an official employee of Chapters now. For now, forever. 

I'm considering a Toronto visit in March, but only because I'm so ridiculous I can't stand myself. I can't really help it that I'm a suck for anything acoustic gingers. 

Mitchell told me that since I'm a femmebot now I have to be more careful where I toss my hair. This seems to be true. Except that buttflap boy shall not get a chance to sniff my hair now. Fail, Scott.

Tonight is dinner with Blaine and co. Chapters called to see if I could come in tonight and if I didn't want to see *a movie so badly tonight, I might've said yes. It would've gotten me out of dinner.

Oh well, I'll suck it up [that's what SHE said] and go to dinner. Meghan is my emergency call at 8 p.m. and if I'm not dead from the amount of dairy I've consumed today, I'll go have mini-hangs with her.

It's two weeks to Christmas day! Do you know what your presents are?





*Twilight. Again. Oh my God, that movie is never not funny.

I'm on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, we had a list of basic manners at a movie theatre. I wish I could find it.

It's been a busy night tonight. Kung Fu Panda did the majority of our business tonight, which is so ridiculous because it looks terrible to me. I'd rather sit through a conversation with Tom Cruise than watch it. Hm, I'm a tad judgmental tonight. Whatever.

Normally I'm in a better mood but tonight is just. No. I usually have no problem with closing on a friday. I've done it for over 2 years. I have a problem when our only two full times go away for the weekend during summer blockbuster season.

It also occured to me that I haven't been on an honest to god date in two years. Which would make my last date Nick. No thanks. I need to go on a date or something.

Anyway, I'm ready to go home but I still have more than an hour left to go.
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I'm kind of anal about the order of my books. They go alphabetical by author and then alphabetical by book title. Tonight, I was putting away The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks and I noticed I was missing one of my Dave Eggers books. I cannot find A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius! I do not know where it went, at all. I can only think of a few people I loan books to and I don't think any of them have it? If that's the case, I haven't actually had it with me for two years and it's currently sitting somewhere in my aunt's house in Edmonton. I knew living in that city for a month was a bad idea. Oh well, if I have to replace it, I have to. Shit happens. 

I'm currently on Week 2 of my transit experiment. I'm still enjoying it, though I'm sure that will change once the weather turns nasty in the city. Today, I sat on the train and read about twenty pages of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night. I'm enjoying that quite a bit. I'm not sure what I'm going to go with after I read that, but it'll be amusing as well. 

I'm slowly depleting my massive reading list. Unfortunately, it's still going far too slow for my liking. I think what I'm going to do as a goal next year is get one of those "100 Books You Should Read" lists and try to get through all hundred of them in a year. 

Instead of sleeping, I'm blogging and looking at other blogs. I wonder what people will think in twenty years when they think about us using blogs. Will they look at it the same way I look at writing in a paper journal? That is to say, will they think it's a romantic notion but find it difficult to keep up with and ultimately impossible to commit to?

Hm. Also, I'm avoiding the new Indiana Jones movie. I'm not into it, guys. 

A list, in no particular order:

1. It's been brought to my attention that someone thinks I'm sad, which is not the case at all. Nine times out of ten, the mean/angry/bitter/sad things I say on here aren't meant as such. Intonation is key. Picture me actually saying it. I promise that I'm happy.

2. My boss is out of town for 4 more work days. I don't want to do work on any of those days. 

3. If you haven't downloaded this, I effectively cease our friendship. I dare you to listen to Believe and not picture someone playing it to you while you both sit on a couch, barefoot, the listener watching closely, the performer with their head ducked and not making eye contact. I dare you.

4. I really want a Sunbeam Heated Blanket and I can't find them anywhere. I blame summer.

5. I really, really can't work with kids anymore. I have to get away from teenage drama. 

6. I'm going to be twenty-three in a few weeks. This is more exciting to me than it should be. 

I keep looking over at my suitcases like they'll unpack themselves. Too bad they won't. I love how I can wear a pair of tights for a day and manage to punch so many holes in them.

Today was the AGM at work and I finally talked to someone about hooking up with Scott. It's kind of weird. Andrew came over and was all "How you doin'?" And Oliver just looked at me and told me that he hoped that wasn't some sort of message from Scott.

Busy busy busy at work and not loving it. I hate going away and coming back to find everything fucked right up. But I guess that happens when you do specific things every day. That makes no sense to anyone but me. I'm in charge of documentation for the international shipments of my company. I came back to find about eight shipments stuck in customs in various countries. Unfortunately, I can't do much about them because I'm not listed on any of the paperwork. Ugh. Office space.

I need a vacation to recover from my vacation.

Tomorrow night [actually tonight], I'm going for Starbucks with Meghan where we will discuss her New Favourite Band, ridiculous people, and our ridiculous lives.