friday list five

my friday lists are not really of anything at all. a thing i know, my favorite color, stuff about people. those kinds of lists are the funnest to write, i think.
1. i can't believe it is friday again. every time i turn around, it's friday. if i had a dollar for every time it was friday, i could buy an expensive yacht, and a brand new mac book, and some freelance whales songs off of itunes, and mangos, whenever i wanted them. but only if i lived to be a bit older.
2. is my favorite number.
3. i've got an idea. i'll tell you what it is later. it's a really, really good idea, though. the kind that has the potential to taste very terrific.
4. once, i got my grade 10 in rcm piano. i practised 3 or 4 hours a day. but that was a long time ago; i don't play much at all anymore.
5. yesterday, a girl came up to me and stomped on my foot with her heel. on purpose. she was like, seven. and i'd like to know who told her to do that.
6. a memory from summer camp: laying on my bunk bed looking up at the ceiling where someone had written a poem in jiffy marker:
"if you love something, set it free
if it comes back it was meant to be
if it doesn't, hunt it down and kill it."
7. swans.
8. one time, when i was working at staples, a man came in and bought fifty calculators. and then he paid for them and forgot them at the counter. he never came back for them. i'm not sure what that was all about.
9. i made a button for you. it's over there on the side. you just copy and paste the html in the little white box to wherever you'd like to pin it!
10. i found a nice self-portrait i'd like to share. from the time i tried to fly:

[fail.]

a plea [do i plead too much?]

i saw a couple breaking up yesterday,
in the chapters/starbucks parking lot.
his hands drummed out a steady beat on the steering wheel and he let his head loll back carelessly as he talked. i imagined him saying, "please don't feel bad...you're a great girl, such a great girl, believe me, but...[insert poorly thought-out break-up excuse here]." but really, he looked like he wanted to push her out of the car and drive away.
her eyes were all red and puffy and shiny with tears, and she stared out the window at another couple across the parking lot who were hugging and hugging and hugging like they were never ever going to let go of each other.
barclay raised his eyebrows at me as he started the car, and we left the two couples alone.
it felt sad.
anyways, the point is not that.
the point is that this morning when i woke up i felt as though i'd been sucking on a porcupine. my throat was completely raw and i was talking like molly johnson (cbc radio? anyone? nevermind).
i guess this is what blogs are good for: does anyone out there in the blogosphere have a nice little cure for my itchy, pained throat and raspy witch vocals?
i'm kind of dying here.

t[hursday]-pain

ever have one of those days where you're just going along, just standing there, doing normal things, when suddenly your gums become crazy inflamed and your cheeks hurt and you get sick to your stomache and have to sit down and your head feels like it's going to just roll off your shoulders and your knee gets a sharp pain -- like, i mean a really, really sharp pain -- and then it all passes and you stand up again and feel quite fine except your gums are kind of throbbing and later when you go to brush your teeth your toothbrush feels as though it may be made out of that steel wool stuff you use to wash lasagne pans?
i had one of those days last thursday.
and my gums STILL hurt.
diagnose me.