boo-urns

It’s come to this. The pain of feeling lonely in a 6 and a half relationship is over. I’m moving in about 20 days - away from my best friend, the one person who knows me best and into the great unknown. To a place where I have to learn to budget, to be with my own thoughts - content with those thoughts and through it all learn to love myself again. I must concentrate on my body image and who I am. I have to look in the mirror and love what I see. I know I can do this. It will be done.

My Mr. Right is out there waiting. I know this. He holds flowers in one hand and has the capability to be up with me until the cows come home. I live in the city and the cows don’t ever come back.

Sigh. LeFuckingSigh. FML

Random Update - ZzzzzZZZZZ - Absurd and Obscure

Well, I've been unemployed for like almost 6 weeks so one would suspect that I would probably be blogging it up, but what is there to blog about?

I look for jobs, get drunk (thanks to the kindness of friends), puke sometimes, look for jobs, have weird interviews at awful English language schools (will get to this), putter around the house too much that I notice that people don't own their own toothpaste, cream, tea, or anything, look for jobs, become desolate, get scabies, look for jobs, watch way too much tv (still can't watch before 4 - I blame the nazi like rules for the TV growing up), look for jobs.

And sleep. My goodness, we unemployed are a sleep-full group. I generally get 10-14 hours of sleep a day. This fact, and this fact alone, makes me glad that nobody reads this little blogspot - I can just imagine the insults swinging my way from parents, the employed, or the insomniacs.

Tomorrow I am off for a fancy dinner at R's friend's place, which I think will be interesting. I'm like the stand in for Max.

I have applied for over 150 jobs. I shit you not. I've got to keep the faith that the universe always provides for me. I have, in the past, been a very lucky person. I get what I want and this period is the universe telling me that I need to "buck up buttercup." Well, I've bucked and I'm a cup. Momma wants her butter now.

I'm reading this book now.

Oprah, Olly-Dolly, and Lawrence like it and you will too. Actually, it's a fun romp through the 1100s. Do it.

PS: I think the dude beside the bathroom downloads hockey games to watch....what a freak!

Sunday

My practicum starts tomorrow and I have so much to do. Right now I am typing this, watching treehouse and Bella is playing with some of my old dolls. Bella and I are on a playdate today. Her brother is at the movies with C&R and so we get to be girlie and play with dolls and dance to classical music. I wish my practicum could be like this.

Also, I am so done with fair-weather people. They can suck my balls. Those people who make me feel indentured to them for some reason (mostly going all out for some freaking celebration) and do absolutely nothing for me in return. You can suck it. I’m going back to treehouse.

The Return

I'm going to start blogging it up again. Mostly because I'm sick of complaining to all my friends about school and life and so I will do it to the internets. Maybe I will have some weird lurkers again. Maybe not. My life has been kind of crazy this past year (it has been a year since my last posting), but I don't feel like I have enough energy to post any stuff from the last year on here. This is a new blogging day. You can fill in the blanks when they come to you.

I spent the day unit planning and writing lessons, which I don't think will be all that impacting and then the thought occurred to me that none of the lessons amount to much, but the whole project. Having said that, today I am a "sum" person.

Lawrence bought a bunch of Christmas meat, because you know how it is - things go back to the original prices the week after the holiday (tm). My house has the pleasant smell of home that only a disemboweled turkey in a pot with root vegetables can create. Yum.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. I have roughly 26 hours to cram 2 months of math material into my head. Pictures of cats help.

longing to garden again

Pee-inism.

Yesterday, after finishing the most awful exam ever, I went into one of the hundreds of washrooms at UBC and I discoverd a stall that cannot be described properly. Every inch of wall surface has rantings on...all about feminism. It's wild, and I could not find the point of origin. Here are some pics:

Soup kitchen

I am crammed into the tiny space that has been giving to me by my peers. I am on a break from class and after scanning the rows of chairs, I see one. Across from me is a girl eating (nay, slurping) chicken noodle soup and grabbing - with a fist - a burnt buttered bagel. She is reading an Anne Rice novel, which besides being in bad taste, is leading her to spill food all over herself. Her water bottle sits two inches away from her trough and it explodes in deoxidized anger after each one of her gulps. It's disgusting really.

home depot

don't do it.

It's a been a long time since I have posted anything. My three readers know that I have moved to Vancouver and well, here I am. I have moved into the second part (hobbit hole #2) of my parent's basement. My old friend Matt lives in the first part (hobbit hole #1) - he has his own bathroom. I like it here, but I'm still resisting unpacking.

I will most likely be moving into an apartment in August. The apartment itself should be up high with a balcony and a couch for friends. It should also have a nice view with south facing windows. It would also be ideal if I had nice neighbours on either side. Hopefully the only critters in there will be human and cat form - no mice or bugs!

I'm starting a new job tomorrow for which I am completely ill prepared for. It's a fancy wine/coffee/whisky bar that opened on Monday. It was a coffee bar before January, but moved and became something different. I am nervous and have been walking around my house with plates in my hands. Sigh.

Nothing of importance to write. I am well, loving my life and staying up too late watching 90210 episodes on youtube. If only I could find part 1 of "the first time."

Oh yeah, Jeff Simpson name dropped me in his column...the glory!

Ciao.