(tagged by Jen... and all my friends that use blogs are already tagged. So I tag no one :( How sad.)

Definition of a quirk: Noun1) A peculiarity of behavior; an idiosyncracy: "Every man has his own quirks and twists." Harriet Beecher Stowe.2) An unpredictable or unaccountable act or event; a vagary: a quirk of fate.Rules: Link the person that tagged you. Mention rules on your blog. Tell about 6 quirks of yours. Tag a few fellow bloggers to do the same, then leave a comment somewhere on their blog to let them know they've been tagged.

1. I have an obsessive personality. Anyone who knows me - knows this. When I fall in love with something or someone, I fall head over heels. Contrary to popular conception – I never abandon these obsessions. They are with me for life. My current obsessions list is so huge that I can’t even commit it to paper.

2. Unlike Jen, who organizes her films by A-Z – my DVDs are actually organized by genre mostly. TV show box sets together, Musicals together, Dramas together. On top of this normal organization there are two shelves that are entirely devoted to Julie Andrews, Meryl Streep and Catherine Deneuve so that I can keep their stuff together. I started a mini one of these for Judy Davis and Emma Thompson too but they are sort of mixed in with Drama.

3. I can’t clean without music. It cannot be done. I actually find vacuuming and scrubbing and all of that very relaxing because I have my music in. I always try to procrastinate because I am the Queen of doing just that, but when I get started with my IPOD in – I am in heaven. I am a very tidy person – I don’t like clutter. I like things off of spaces and neatly in drawers. I like things organized and in their place. Now that being said, I also find incredible ways to make a mess. I forget things everywhere. I’ll take off my bra and leave it dangling off the front door knob if I get distracted by my dog or something. It’s a problem. :)

4. I’m a studious note writer. It’s terrible. Scrap paper is everywhere, always at work. I also have a habit of picking up what I’m doing if I have to leave for whatever reason. Like if I am taking a guest into the spa – I will pick up the pen I checked them in with, the stapler I was using to staple the paper… everything. Then I walk around with all these items and usually put them back somewhere where I will forget them almost instantly.

5. I lose things. I lose things ALL the time. I am so scatterbrained and I have moments where I sort of just ‘check out’ (as my friends call it). I am not – by the way – checking out. I am totally there and can repeat what someone has said to me – but I get sort of lost in my own little world of thoughts. My mind is always going – it never rests. Even when I go to sleep, I can’t just lay and go to sleep. I have to be dreaming up writing scenarios or enacting movie scenes that I have memorized.

6. I am a thief. I STEAL from actresses. I steal their hand gestures, their glances, their emotions and I meld them into my own work. Perhaps it’s nicer to say I borrow them and make them my own. I like that better.

Well hello world!

Today and for the rest of the weekend, I have resigned to cast away all of my own little selfish angsty thoughts and to have a really good time getting through the rest of the move.

Yesterday I had my 2 year review at work, and it went extremely well. I am so pleased and hope my pay is altered to my liking. I am also being given a little bit more room to blossom in to things that make me happy here, so who knows! I may even become less cynical about work. Wouldn't that be a change of pace?

My mom, granny and granny's friend came to get pedicures at the spa and I got to leave early from work to join them at the restaurant. It was really good fun!

We packed up the fridge (and I cleaned it out top to bottom which was a horrid, horrid job.) And moved all of our food and the rest of our dishes to the new house. One solitary loaf of bread remained for me to eat this morning. Well I didn't eat the whole thing! I did eat two pieces. This eating thing is for the birds let me tell you.

I am so excited about my living room at the new house and it doesn't have any of my old furniture in it yet. It just has the new leather couches and my folding screen. But the couch is so comfy that I can just imagine watching all 7.5 hours of Holocaust there. Weeeee! I'll have to do another Meryl order soon - but right now I am overwhelmed with all of the stuff I am watching now.

Catherine Deneuve better make a new movie soon or I will be forced to loop through hers again. :) Not that it's being forced - more like... bowing to an obsession.

My granny surprised me when I got to the house last night with the rest of my clothes. Inside my dressing room was a giant almost floor to ceiling mirror with antique framwork around it. I am sooo pleased. It makes my room look like quote the 1920 dressing room already, and I don't even have my makeup table in there or my dresser. I am just thrilled to pieces about everything.

When I get home tonight I have to pack up my undergarments out of my old dresser in to a bin and then *sniffle* my computer. And then tonight I'm off to Darcee's to meet her new puppy and to be an upstanding member of the theatrical society and hobnob with friends. I'm so not into hobnobbing right now. But I shall remain pleasantly elitist away from the crowd, give some wiggly cuddles to my favorite Darcee, pet her puppy and then head home. Tomorrow's an early rise for the moving truck!!

A woman came in to the spa today wearing a shirt that said "All I wanted was a backrub" and she is about 6 months pregnant. Hilarious!

Today might be a teensy bit of a struggle! I work 6:45am until 3:00pm and then I have to be at Crown Isle for 3:15pm to meet a bride and her mother and sister for makeup applications. Somewhere also in that 15 minutes between driving there, I have to stop and get gas because my meter is on ‘GET GAS NOW, YOU LUNATIC’.

And I have arrived at work to find the debit machines and the internet are both down and have been down since yesterday afternoon. So I have a stack of chits to process, and on top of that – I can’t process them because they’re still not working. The KF Spa is seriously ghetto.

Last night I packed most of ‘my room’ and Phyllis packed the hall closet. The living room is practically all packed – just furniture really remains and our electronics. My computer is certainly the last thing to be packed. Phyllis may pack the keyboard out from under my hands, but that’s what on-screen keyboards are for. The kitchen too has been packed (or at least a great deal of it has) and it’s not even the 10th yet. Phyllis claims we’re not going fast enough. We move on the 24th. I’m fairly certain that gives us loads of time considering, Tristen is packing his own room. So the big jobs left are the hallway closets, junk in our bedroom and the rest of the kitchen.

We went to mom and dad’s for coffee. Trav and Jordan are on their way to Hotel Lake – which to me sounds like a whole lotta luxury but Travis has informed me it’s camping old school style. After coming home, I readied my kit for today and watched most of …First do no harm. It is actually an AWESOME movie.

It’s about a child who suddenly starts suffering from epilepsy and starts taking seizures incredibly frequently. Like every five minutes of the film, and Meryl (heroine that she is) is the mother who is dealing with watching her little boy slowly be put under throngs of drugs with side effects so damaging that she can’t understand why they are being used. She actually said something I loved. Something along the lines of… “You put him on the medication, that gives him side effects and you give him more medication to cure the side effects. You’re giving him drugs to cure the cure!”Anyways it’s getting so good!! The little boy at this point is virtually comatose from the drugs and still having life threatening seizures.

And basically the snapping point for Meryl is when he takes a particularly bad seizure and they inject something in to him that someone carried over in a Styrofoam cup and the drug ate out the bottom of the cup. And then the doctor said “Put it in a rectal syringe – and make sure it’s metal not plastic.”. So now I am at the part where Meryl went and learned about epilepsy and called for an out of town doctor and got an appointment (the only other appointment was three months down the road). The hospital would only give her permission to take him if she met a whole list of requirements (including an accompanying doctor). She’s not covered by a health plan (damn United States) so she can’t afford it and they know it. So she has bundled him up and is making a break for the entrance! :D Wooooot.

So as I am clutching my pillow, Meryl is just going down the elevator, having avoided a few floors of doctors and she is just exiting... and a security guard just stepped in front of her. AAHHHHHH... and pause.

Phyllis came in at that time, ready to go to bed - so off went the movie. I shall finish it tonight! :D

The weekend is over, much to my utter sadness. Pride was a gay ole time. I saw Mamma Mia for the third time on the Saturday, got flirty eyes from a transgendered person at the dance. Missed the fireworks. Laughed myself to tears almost every single night. It was a total good time had by all.

I am all crampy today which sucks, but at least it held off until after my pride weekend (unlike Kelly and Sarah who were crampy for the whole weekend - Kelly was fairing the worst)

So, my friends will recall that I have always been a crazy Meryl Streep fan - but the degree of fandom has increased largely after my multiple viewings of Mamma Mia. So, with Catherine Deneuve not having any new movies for me to obsess over - I have gone back to Meryl and am rewatching and watching her films. I ordered four I hadn't seen from Amazon and they are here and ready to watch now when I get time.

Prairie Home Companion is my new fave. I saw it years ago when it first came out and now I am loving it again all over. The soundtrack is blaring in my car. Noteable performers are Woody Harrelson and Johh C. Reilly - they both deserve gold stars.

And unfortunately the songs are so catchy I've been singing "Beeboparoobop - Rhubarb pie" on a loop. I haven't rewatched the whole film yet - as I had to go to sleep for early work last week when I watched it but I will definitely be watching it tonight, whilst I lay in bed after work with a heating pad.

No other new news to report. I have to do a wedding makeup tomorrow at Crown Isle after work so I must remember to assemble my kit tonight.

That's all the murder she wrote today.

It's official! Sound the trumpets and horns - Crystal-lee has a house!! :)
I am so excited! Phyllis and I met with the owner of the house today to finalize and sign the lease. It was so neat! And the lady was incredibly nice. She said the house hadn't been painted in 5 years and offered to have it painted for us - and even asked us to pick out the colors!
We did! We picked out similar colors to my mom's house - shades of gray basically. But a taupey gray, which is really nice looking. At least it is in my mom's house.
What else, what else? Ohhhh tonight, Phyllis and I are going on a date. I am taking her just down to Campbell River to see Mamma Mia! (Because it's not coming here, much to my annoyance and frustration - and admittedly a strong urge to bomb threat the theatre with the message 'MAMMA MIA or BUST')
Anyways, tantrum aside, it should be good fun. We are going to probably go out to dinner first. Phyllis works a little later tonight so I hope she gets out in time for us to get down and back. I work tomorrow night (YUCK) which I am none too pleased about, but atleast I get to sleep in tomorrow. Yay sleepy-insees with the Phillenator. I love that!
Watched Ma Saison Preferee the other night. The French are so weird. That's all I have to say. Again with the 'verge on rape' turned 'hot sex scene'. Why?! Anyways, I'll figure that out eventually when I get to go to Paris.

Oh and Maria made my day today. She said "You should be a model." and I was all like "What?! No... but thanks... but no way would I be able to." And she said "No, you're beautiful" or something like that. It was so sweet.

And with nothing else interesting about me, I close.

Update: Leah (my manager) just got fired today. What the fuck? The only one that does work out of the three managers and she was fired. Not so surprising as of the new development - our new spa director is officially doing the owner. Wow. I should write this down, this would get more airtime than Days of Our Lives.

Well! What a day.

I woke up earlier then expected, had a great shower and was out the door on time for once. When I got to work I wasn't even tired and all was well. I was rip-roarin ready for the day!

Then two hours in to my shift I suddenly got a cold sweat and had to run to the bathroom to be sick. Luckily Ali covered the desk for me and I went and sat out on the back stairs near the Hydropath with a cold cloth for a bit. When I felt a bit better I came back inside, and I had massive stomach pains just under my ribcage. I've been getting these pains since high school every now and then and I have been told it's probably my gallblader.

The pain was so bad I couldn't see straight or talk to guests properly. Then just when I was feeling especially badly, the owner of the resort came in with the TV crew for "Millionaire Matchmaker" and he requested that I be the one to 'check' him in. So I had to act for tv for 15 minutes! They said I was a natural... ha!

Anyways , then for my lunch break I cancelled my meal and went to lay down. I slept in a massage room for 30 minutes and felt better. Now everything seems okay, the pain is gone (three advil later) .

I am off to CYMC at the theatre after work to meet Ashley and gang about makeup and then I have to dash home and move boxes! Oh the joys!

:D Atleast I've got my health!