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I really should write more, be it here, or elsewhere, no matter. I should be saying more about myself, not really because people need to know (well, ok, some people do!), I used to be so public and saying everything to the four winds, and now I feel a bit closed and inaccessible. I'm not sure why it turned out that way, but I have some good ideas, and they're all bad ones.

Maybe it shouldn't be as much as it used to be, that there's a happy middle to be reached. But this nothing, it's just another extreme. It's also not so much for my "readership" as for myself, more of a personal diary than a regular kind of blog, it's only public because of some strange personal convictions of mine, not because I'm trying to draft an audience. Would there be nobody reading this, it still would accomplish its goals.

For that reason, I'm thinking of separating this journal into a bunch of distinct ones (well, two, at the very least). I have some technical postings that I would actually like to disseminate more widely, and for which a readership of zero is a bit of a failure, and for those, the personal posts are just so much drivel to skip over. I also suspect the converse is true of those few who actually follow my personal posts, too!

That also gets me thinking about the people who are deleting their accounts on LiveJournal. I'm not sure I understand. Why don't they just not write (see, I was doing an excellent demonstration of that!)? This way, you can still read restricted posts, comment (and get notifications), etc... I can understand making all their posts private, or maybe even deleting them (although the archivist in me finds the information attrition saddening), turning off all the email notifications, but deleting the account? What's the harm in having the account at all?

In the meantime... I dreamt I was cheating on [livejournal.com profile] azrhey, just a simple kiss (not even a sloppy snog!), but something I knew full well I wasn't supposed to do, which I told her in the dream (waking up right after that), but I just felt tremendously uncomfortable, even when I woke up, I was feeling it, being all confused... Eurgh.
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I'm not much of a Christmassy person, it would seem, but hey, that's no reason not to have fun!

I received some well wishes from favourite people (ill wishers can stay home!), which was very nice and in some case, even took me by surprise! Ever since the adventures in France, I find that while I do miss people, I'm much better able to go on for long without them, for better or for worse. While it can be handy at times, I'm not entirely convinced this is fundamentally a good thing... I should get out more, which should also be easier when we'll have moved (which is less than a month from now!).

I got mostly monies from close family who don't know what to get me (and I'll give them that, it's hard to find good gifts for me!), despite having stated a few times that a gift-less Christmas was just fine by me. My sister gave [livejournal.com profile] azrhey and I some kitchen stuff, which caused [livejournal.com profile] azrhey to go on a chase to return the favour (she's all proper and stuff!), but it all worked out in the end.

There was the red scare, which was rather worrying at that moment (and caused us to miss out on [livejournal.com profile] swestrup and [livejournal.com profile] taxlady's solstice party, boo!), but turned out to be okay.

I had this strange dream the other night where I had a crush on a girl, and in the dream I knew it was a dream and I thought "hey, I think I might have a crush on this girl in real life, I better tell [livejournal.com profile] azrhey!", but when I woke up, I couldn't make out who it was, either I couldn't remember or she doesn't even exist.

This morning, in my sleepy haze, I left a "ten dollar tip" to the metro dude when I bought my monthly pass. Doh.

Whoa there.

Jan. 6th, 2007 07:26 pm
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Had the weirdest dreams last night... There was a shepherd who had a small circular aquarium (with water, fishes and all) as a kind of necklace, a plot that had a portable bike pump, terrorists on a bus, which was of course a shuttle from a spaceship that had my mother's side family having a party to a beach where there was some strange deterministic werewolves (yes, at the beach, but I guess it's okay, because it was on another planet anyway). The terrorists delivered their threats in Revenue Canada envelopes, each with our names, almost as if they were sent as couriers by them or something.

It was rather nightmarish at parts, but when I got the Revenue Canada threats, I figured that filling tax forms in my dreams was just too over the top, gave up and took it easier after, facing the deterministic werewolves with cool (that's how I found they were deterministic). No, I can't really explain, you just had to be there.

In other news, I'm drinking (real) Champagne, in bed, in my underwear. If only I had Italian poutine, I could beat my previous record. Whether that's good or bad is left as an exercise to the reader.
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I dreamt I was making out with Lady Oscar. Weird, but not really surprising, I guess...
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Got an e-card from [livejournal.com profile] archdiva! Thanks!

Someone dreamt of me cuddling with them. Some possessive asian girl tried to stop her from doing so, but she blew her off and resumed the cuddling. Apparently, it was nice, so good for her! Hehe!

[livejournal.com profile] azrhey made me cake! Chocolaty goodness awaiting me when I arrived from work! Yay!

Saw some footage of the Dawson College shooting on the French news, [livejournal.com profile] azrhey and I switched over to the CBC eventually to get more info. Apparently a woman has been confirmed to be dead? Crazy. Good luck to anyone involved, or knowing someone involved...
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Friday, hanging out with the [livejournal.com profile] ryss_rhiannon person. Dinner, catching up on what's been happening, movie (Four Rooms, a sleeper of a good movie!) and popcorn. It was quite the awesome time.

Saturday was made of doing as little as possible (except the strict necessary), in bed. Watched more movies, while [livejournal.com profile] azrhey got herself a new mission in life.

Sunday, there was partying at [livejournal.com profile] sfllaw. Whee! That was some good partying! I was well surrounded, hehe!

This night, I had a weird dream. I dreamt that I was helping [livejournal.com profile] gregorama build himself a huge house in the shape of a barn, out of wood, while it was on a trailer rig, on the road. The point being to save time, right? There was a bunch of other friends helping out, which we zoomed the (impossibly large) thing on the highway. I was getting tired, so I went ahead and built the bed (yep, we built everything, down to the furniture!), so I could use it later. I think I woke up when I went to bed.

Kissing isn't something I do a whole lot of, or have done a whole lot of for, well, years. It feels kind of weird when I do, and I sometimes wonder if I'm just not doing it right or something. Not a worry of mine, just an amusing thought.

There's a crane outside my office window, hoisting stuff on the roof of the building next door.
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I set up my alarm for 9am, this morning, which failed to work, but I've got a wake-up call at 10am from lady [livejournal.com profile] azrhey, who is helping me out, so I got up then. Still, no too bad, it's getting there.

When I got woken up, I was having a discussion in dream with [livejournal.com profile] denizsarikaya, where she was reminding me that I had forgotten something. "Pierre, have you forgotten something?" — "Oh, yes, I have forgotten many things!" But not nearly everything. It was a fun dream, though, not sad, except I keep having the feeling I did forget something important, since I woke up. Damn.

They cleaned the snow in my street. So they even cleaned my car away. Ugh.

Update! Found the car! Whew.
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I keep getting phone calls on my landline during the day. I've never given that phone number to anyone, so it must be telemarketers.

But sometimes, I fantasize that it's hot girls trying to hook up with me. I turn around, look at the phone, and I ponder the possibilities.

I never answer the phone anyway, so this says something about how much I hate telemarketers.

I'm wrong in so many ways... :-)
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This morning, I thought I was dreaming that I was at an Einstürzende Neubauten concert. But no. Construction people were using a huge jackhammer to destroy a piece of sidewalk just outside my living room window.

It's funny how you can confuse things sometimes.

So I had some orange juice and went back to sleep, smiling.

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