Claudia’s Big Bad List of Things that Piss Her Off
- Everything.
(Sorry, I’m in an incredibly bad mood for no other reason than people don’t shovel their sidewalks. It just kind of tipped me over the edge this afternoon. People are turds.)
ZOOM ZOOM I’M A LOOM
UGH.
I’m completely burnt out on school, yo.
Screaming sun understands me.

Have some gifs.







Edit: THIS IS FANTASTIC.
Dr. Seuss for clouds: “Oh, the Places You’ll Snow!”
Oh my god, I want a Subway tuna sandwich so bad right now. It’s 3 in the morning, but hell, that’s when I usually have dinner anyway. Too bad the closest Subway is like 3 miles away (and is probably closed).
GOD, DELIVER UNTO ME A SUBWAY TUNA SANDWICH.
IT’S BEEN THREE MINUTES. I HAVE NO SUBWAY TUNA SANDWICH. ERGO, THERE IS NO GOD.
Logic.
(Sorry, I’m really hyper tonight.)
Some days I miss Vancouver.
And then I look at the weather there and think, “HAHA NOPE!”

THIS JUST IN:
Blah.
That is all.
And I want cheese.
“I THINK IT’S DE SUNS?”
(Random Metalocalypse quote just because.)
A while ago I promised you pictures of my sun-faded walking clothes, so here they are.
Pants:

Shirt:

I’ve had these as my walking clothes for at least 2.5 years now, so they’ve been out over 3,500 miles. The back of my shirt is getting really worn through, too, ‘cause I always have some sort of backpack on when I walk and it rubs against the shirt the whole time.
Back to Calgary
My mom and I drove back to Calgary today. She’s going to spend about a week up here hanging out with us before driving back to Moscow. Which is good, ‘cause I really miss her.
And the border crossing was super easy!
Now have some .gifs, ‘cause I don’t have anything else to blog about.







Moscow Dust (Warning: Gross Feet)
I wear little ankle-high socks when I walk. That’s the only time I don’t mind short socks.
Anyway, I walked about 8 miles today and I had these nice little dust leggings by the time I got back home. I would have had to walk more than 20 miles to get the same dust build-up in Calgary.

Must be the dryness.
(Apologies for my gross legs; I didn’t have anything else to blog about today.)
(Also, I have the cankles of a god.)
HOT FLATTERY
I really like my clothes.
Is that like the most incredibly materialistic thing to say?
But seriously. I really like my clothes. I’ve spent a lot of years amassing clothes that are colorful and unique, and I’m very proud of my little collection.
I know that sounds super weird, but I am. I’ve got some pretty funky clothes, yo. Some of them I’ve had since high school.







Sorry, I was just looking at my closet this morning and the rainbow made me happy.

I went for a walk today. It was weird.
Reasons why it was weird:
- There was a guy dragging a big screen TV by a rope as he walked down the sidewalk. It was a big TV—like a 62” one or something—and it was like he was out taking it for a walk. I asked him if he needed help, thinking he was dragging it to the curb to throw it away or something, but he was like, “nope, I’m good!” and kept walking it.
- I saw four—yes, four—different couples walking around where the woman was holding a bag of groceries and the man was holding a watermelon. This wouldn’t have been as weird if the four sightings had been in a relatively concentrated area, but they were all over the place.
- This kid (he was like 12 or something? I have no idea) rode his bike up to me while I was going up 14th street and started talking about the Illuminati.
Strange walk. Strange walk.
Sharing is Caring
IT’S 4 IN THE MORNING AND I’M SO FREAKING HYPER RIGHT NOW.
Holy gods, I miss teaching.
I’m going to bring this back because it’s fantastic.
This too.
2012, anyone?
The end.
(Sorry, I really don’t have anything good to blog about tonight.)
I DON’T HAVE A TITLE ALSKFAJLFKASDJG5SGA
I love living in Calgary, yo.

I mean, I loved Vancouver, but that was different. I loved the city. It was my escape from everything else (mostly school and the fact that I had zero friends and the fact that I was so, so sad there). Here, I not only love the city but I love school and I (sort of) have friends and I have Nate and I have happiness!
It’s big enough population-wise that there’s the feeling of anonymity, but it’s big enough area-wise that there are good chunks of the city that don’t feel “big city” at all, which is nice for walking.
I also feel a weird connection with Calgary. It’s probably because the 1988 Olympics were held here just a few days after I was born. Which is a weird reason to feel connected to a city, but what are you gonna do.
Finally, everything that’s happened up here so far has made this the most accurate fortune cookie fortune I’ve ever received:

Gwobba wubba?
I’m pretty sure we’ve screwed up the planet past the point of being able to fix it.
I mean, I’ve thought that for a while now, but the way the weather’s been acting this year (not just in Calgary but everywhere) and for the past, say, five years as well really suggests to me that we’ve gone past the tipping point.
Which is quite scary.
I didn’t think the major consequences of our destroying the planet were going to hit us in our lifetimes (the lifetimes of our children, yes, but not ours), but given what’s been going on, I’m going to say that they’ll be happening within the next 15 years or so, max.
Yup. Scary.
saDLFJ
UGH I HATE MY STUPID UGLY BODY
THAT IS ALL
Here we go again…
Nate gets possession of the condo today, which can mean only one thing: TIME TO START MOVING STUFF!
You’d think I’d just be indifferent to the nonsense that is moving by now, given all the times I’ve done it, but I still dislike it. And that’s all we’re going to be doing this weekend. And it’s going to be like 90 degrees while we do it.
But at least we’ll have our own new place once it’s done!
Edit: oh thank god, the previous owners cleaned the condo. It was super gross when we saw it last but now it’s clean and we don’t have to spend three hours scouring someone else’s pee off the bathroom floor or cleaning out old gross food from the kitchen sink/stove/fridge.
This blog is trash.
And so am I!
OH CRAP I FORGOT HOW TO BLOG
GUYS.
guysguysguysguysguysguysguys
I’m hyper.
Also, you know you’ve been watching too much Food Network when you have a dream in which Guy Fieri breaks into your house, chugs the entirety of your salt shaker’s contents, and then blasts through the roof using his salt-powered rocket feet. Not rocket shoes, rocket feet.
Edit: holy crap, Guy is 47? He doesn’t look that old. Must be the salt.
Do-Re-Mi
Hey, so this is pretty cool. Ever wonder what your vocal range is in terms of being a bass/tenor/soprano/etc? Now you can figure it out! Watch the video, singing along with the notes. It’ll help you figure out your lowest comfortable note first, then your highest comfortable note. Then you can use this chart (or the one at the end of the video) to figure out what voice section of a choir you might be placed in.
My lowest comfortable note is a C3; my highest is the E6 (baaaarely). That puts me almost perfectly in the tenor to soprano range.
Cool!










