Today...

Paranoid: Moderate
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: High
Avoidant: Low
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Very high

Oooooh - my belly, my poor poor belly...

Spent most of the weekend lying in or around Rich's Dad's pool. It was great on Saturday because I was feeling a little foggy after Friday night at Derek and Sara's place (very nice place - great kitchen, lovely new table, terrific chairs, awesome tv stand, rad light fixture, etc...), and there's nothing better than jumping into a pool when you're feeling a little heavy headed.

Good thing I brought some sunscreen with me this time. Last weekend Rich and I were extremely stupid and didn't put anything on - even though we were in the pool from 12:15 until around 6 or 7 that night. So this weekend, we were much smarter and put sunscreen on all of our previously burnt bits.

For some reason my stomach has a tendency not to burn. Not sure why, but it's the part of me that tans the best (good, because the darker it is, the smaller it looks...I think). So I decided that it was in my best interest not to put any sunscreen on it at all on Saturday and all day Sunday.

Needless to say, today my belly is a little pink (read: purplish browny red) and a tad sore (read: woke me up throughout the night because I rolled onto it).

I leave for L.A. in a week, so I'm hoping that the burn will turn into a sweet tan and that the pain (and subsequent constant clenching of the stomach muscles) will cause me to miraculously lose 12-15lbs so that I look half decent in my bridesmaid dress.

Hold your head high

Last night Rich had his weekly ultimate frisbee game (frolf...?). After it they had a bbq and then he came home.

By the time he got home, the movie I was watching was ending ("10 things I hate about you" - well let me tell you, there are far more than 10 things that I hated about that movie. I actually had to hide my head under the covers at points because I was so embarassed for the actors - and if I had been able to find the remote, I would've changed the channel. I was going to get up and change it, but the tv was aaaaaaaaaall the way at the foot of the bed...)

Rich got home at around 11 and started to tell me about his game. Turns out that ultimate frisbee teams are organized into tiers based on skill and not age. So Rich's team was playing a team of kids aged 13-16. Apparently they were all about half of the size of Rich's team (that's including the girls on his team) and each weighed a maximum of 75lbs soaking wet.

Oh, and they kicked Rich's team's ass.

I mean really annihilated them - the score was 19 to 3 or something ridiculous like that.

The best part about the story (also the saddest part) was that Rich's team was getting so mad that they were being destroyed by small children, that they started to get aggressive and actually hurt these poor kids.

From the way I heard it, Rich ripped the frisbee out of one kid's hand and then "accidentally" fell on top of him. Apparently it looked pretty deliberate; but Rich swears it was an accident and that it was the fault of the kid for being so light, and that it was actually the wind that blew the young boy into Rich's path as he was falling..... plausible.

I certainly hope that all the members of "Nice Snatch" (ah yes, that WOULD be the name of his team wouldn't it.....) are walking proudly today. Secure in the knowledge that at 28 you are able to kick the ass of a child.

Oh excuse me, I've been corrected: "Nice Snatch" was the alternate name, the actual name of his team is "The Wetbacks" - not sure why the racial slur - but I guess you don't really need a reason now do you....

Oh Canada, My Home and Smelly Land

Every morning when I leave my place I almost gag from the smell of sh*t. Why does this city always smell like poo in the summer time? It doesn't smell like it in my apartment, but the minute I hit the street, it's all I smell.

I've heard people comment on it before, and I've always known it to be true. But now that I live in a commercial area, it's impossible to get away from it!

Rich and I spent the weekend away in nice smelling places, so it was a rude shock this morning when I was leaving for work. Maybe someone should create a giant scented candle for the downtown core...? Or the mayor should light a huge match every morning...?