the fight that was one sided.

I suppose you all remember that girl from high school that set me up with Jarrrett (the creepass with the bad sandles and weird friends) then subsequently Chris (who turned out to be a bad person in general) and then subsequently Karley (who happens to take my friendship for granted and is a little messed up in the head). Her name was katie slater just in case you forgot. anyways. the last few weeks she has been messeging me nonstop. but i never replied.. cause i really just didn't want to listen to her moan about bracebridge and how lame it is and such. well tonight..i did answer. The moment she started moaning i said "slater. i find it hard to take you seriously when you say you hate BB so much.. cause you're still there. and have been there for the past three years without even considering leaving". and this is what insued. I'll give my synopsis at the end. i would like to say in my defense however.. that i really wasn't mad. or annoyed for that matter. it was like i wasn't really paying attention cause i knew she was a loser and that i don't really believe anything she says till it happens. so anyways.. heres the convo.

To: katieslater@hotmail.com
Start Time: 8:44:35 PM; End Time: 9:13:31 PM

katers says: doesnt make snse for me to move right now and waste money on rent and shit when im trying to save to go back to school

katers says: its called common sense

Waffey... says: sure. common sense.

katers says: and its really none of your business

katers says: i didnt spend my time chasing boys around australia or working at shoppers drug mart

Waffey... : haha. at least i had balls to do things that i had a passion for.

katers says: and your living with your aunt and uncle there

katers says: like what ????

katers says: moving to work at shoppers drug mart

katers says: and live wiht your aunt and uncle

Waffey... : lol. your getting carried away. everyone has to start somewhere.. at least i've started. am getting my apartment in april. have my new job. own my own car... thats more than i can say for you.

katers says: im a physio assistant

katers says: i went to school and did something i loved

katers says: im working on writing songs

katers says: and doing art right now

katers says: this summer i did the east and west coast to see things and have some fun

katers says: im going back to school in sept to get my physio degree

Waffey... : mk.

katers says: maybe you should pull your head outta your ass dude

katers says: and mind your own fucken business

katers says: and realize that your life isnt so hot

katers says: did u even finish school ?

Waffey... : yeah know what. i am really really  happy with my life right now. and i do think its pretty hot. im sorry that your life isn't. im just tired.. and have been tired.. of your moaning over.. um.. forever. honestly.. we weren't that great of friends in high school..   i just don't know why we continue you this.

Waffey... : and yes i have a degree in advertising and design.

katers says: just took u a bit longer to get it done eh

katers says: ya and your right

katers says: i always thought u were a cunt in hs too

katers says: so i dont understand why i am wasting my time in this conversation

Waffey... : nice language.

katers says: or why i ever was nice enough to give the guys your number to show u around vic

katers says: ill catch up with you in maybe ten years or so

katers says: and well see how things balance out then

katers says: :)

katers says: im really happy wiht my life

katers says: things are going great

katers says: just waiting for the next step to startup

Waffey... : please don't. i couldn't handle more moaning.

katers says: haha

katers says: just like listening to u fucken crying n hs all the time

katers says: about stan

katers says: or about brad

Waffey... : haha.

katers says: every day

katers says: anyways

katers says: good luck in life

katers says: and goodbye

Waffey... : well that i know is bullshit.. cause i don't think we ever had those convos.

Waffey... : dido.

katers says: oh we did

katers says: about brad

Waffey... : haha. well.. thats high school right? some of us have moved on... 

katers says: some of us

katers says: have learned to not be petty bitches and criticize people we know nothing about

katers says: u on the other hand

katers says: obviously havent

Waffey... : i don't want to get into name calling... it is what it is.

katers says: ya well u were pretty mucht he one that started shitting on me here dear

katers says: criticizing what im doing

katers says: and its really none of your business

katers says: especially when your situation isnt great itself

katers says: when i used to come into shoppers when i was working in my field and u were working

katers says: i didnt think any less of u

katers says: shoppers was your stepping stone to get to where you wanted to be

katers says: i respected that

katers says: i on the other hand have worked in my field

katers says: and am now in a stepping stone til my next place i want to be

Waffey..: lol. you didn't respect it 10 minutes ago. besides up until i left for here.. i worked in my field too. i was working part time at shoppers and full time at the Osprey media. 

Waffey... : but.. thats in the past.. and now im on to bigger and better things.. i hope you do to eventually.

katers says: i did respect it

katers says: until u started telling me u didnt respect me for what i was doing

katers says: Im going to get my physio degree in sept

katers says: im playing tons of sports right now

katers says: im doing paintings for people for money

katers says: im working on a demo for music

katers says: im seeing someone amazing

katers says: im really happy with how things are right now

Waffey... : mk.

katers says: what i dont need in my life is negativity

katers says: yes i have been having a hard time finding a job the last few months

katers says: but im doing things that make me happy and that are making me a more well rounded person

katers says: and maybe moving out west was good for u

katers says: but it wasnt the right thing for me to do

Waffey... : mk.

katers says: if it makes u happy and u feel like your in the right place holly

katers says: then gret

katers says: im happy for you

katers says: but u really really really should think about making judgements and assumptions on things u dont really know anything about

katers says: and if u really want to know why im at home

katers says: u should ask

katers says: cause im not one to run out and tell people why

Waffey... : mk.

katers says: mk

katers says: later

katers says: good luck

Waffey... : ciao

katers says: wish u only the best with the new job and stuff

katers says: cause im not one to shit on people and judge you for what your doing



There you have it. Sure did escalate fast eh? First of all. At the beginning.. I wasn't out for name calling and comparing lives.. I just wanted to say "i don't want to hear your complaining. If its so bad do something about it". And maybe it did look like I was being a pompous ass.. but to be honest.. she just went of the deep end and I wasn't about to jump in the sinking ship with her. Obviously she isn't comfortable where she is if she needs to defend herself so... hartily. if thats a word. i couldn't believe her language tho. I suppose i learned to fight pompous like from milly.. he always fought like that with me. Well.. its a good thing. because shes a crazy nut job.. and i wouldn't be sad to not talk to her again. the "friends" she introduced me to no longer speak to her anyways cause shes crazy.. i tell ya.. there was a lot of nasty things i could blurted out at her.. but i have more decentcy.. i'd like to think. i just didn't want to listen to the moaning anymore.

anyho. thats the excitement of my day. work tomorra at the mart that im proud to say is not my career no matter what she things. then thursday is my shopping day.. then friday im working then tia and allison and i are gonna go dancing.. i have the weekend off.. then we're going out new years into town.. then.. start the job on tuesday! sigh. everything is great. although i will admit.. it wouldn't be a new years without finch/a wedding reception/milly/too much drinking/rushy/amy or boardgames and cards with heidi and my parents.

miss you all terribly. but am positive i will see you all eventually again. some sooner than later i suspect!

xxoo waffey.

the most weird/sad christmas ever. or at least ever in my life.

today was christmas. and it was sad. i shed a tear. everything was wrong and not right or normal. nothing was traditional or usual. nothing was my family and my room and my living room and our routine. everything was... wrong.

i suppose the crazies tried to do things right. there was stocking and presents and breakfast. but its not with my family. and then there were the even crazier friends of crazies that came for dinner. it wasn't fun. it wasn't good. the stuffing was disgusting and there was no apple pie.

i don't want to say it was the worst christmas ever, because obviously there are a lot of people with worse christmas's then me, but it wasn't a good christmas without my family.

miss you all very much.
xxoo

Chirstmas Eve is here. I suppose.

Well the last few weeks have been.... anxious... i guess is the right term.

Im almost done at shoppers.. which is really good. Im so tired of them... and the drama and the mindless work. Im tired of the shifts and the crappy jobs and never actually accomplishing things. Im tired of the old people and the cranky staff and not not having a steady schedule. More or less I am just excited to start something new.

Im anxious for christmas to be over as well. I never remember putting so much emphasis on christmas before.. but now that im a little older I guess and have decided to stay out here.. i guess its a bit of worry when I'll see my parrents and sister again. I'll be it.. i'll see march and gramma fay in march and lindsay in may.. but when will i see dad? and amy? and heidi and meghan and everyone? i dunno.. is this a part of growing up and growing out? if so.. im not sure i like it. i now see why farchie cried at the airport.

another anxious moment would be about getting out of this god forsaken house. its terrible. not only do the crazies drive me nuts... apparently they have been listening in on my phone calls. half heartedly i hope they heard that I call them the crazies. I don't know why they don't get the point. they interfere with my car.. my laundry.. my heat.. my windows.. my mail.. everything. Ever chance linda gets she puts her input in. if its unwanted. i was thinking i should go upstairs and be socialable with them since it is christmas eve.. but i don't want to have to face them and ask them why they fucked with my car AGAIN and the license plates. none of that was asked of them. i don't care if its a "nice thing they thought they'd do for me" them important point is; is that its my property.. my decisions.. my life and I don't need another set of parents. at least they could have asked me about it. instead of just doing what they thought is best. im really perturbed. That and they said they would make me a stocking.. so being the nice person i am.. i've made one for each of them as well.. but to be honest... i think its just a nicety cause they are related.

anyways.. tia and i have started the looking for a place which im so excited about... yeah for all the beautiful awesome furishing stores here.

thats all for now. looks like i should go up and have a chat. funk.

Lucy... you got some splainin to do!

I know.. i know.. its been like almost three weeks since i've written on here. It just means I have an enormous amount of nonsense to say in one blog. Sean, you are not going to like this! Be warned!

Ok. So staff Christmas Party. Well... it wasn't really a party so much as a dinner. A hardcore expensive dinner. That we didn't have to pay for, but mine as well have cause I think our drinks ended up costing as much as the meal. lol. We got all dahled up in our heels and grown up bags and went to the fancy restaurant over looking the ocean... tia and i only thought it appropriate to sip martini's. emphasis on the martini(s). There were champagn ones, chocolate ones, apple ones, raspberry ones, hypnotic ones. There was one of every flavour. Anyhoo.. we all chipped in some money to donate to the food bank and then our names got entered into a draw for a 10lb Toblerone Bar. Thats right. You heard me. 10 Pounds! Have you got any idea how large a 10 pound toberlone bar is? Its like a log. A log of chocolate and nouget. On the walk back to my place we had to switch up ever 50 metres or so carrying the damn thing. It was huge. So we get back to my place and it looks like a bomb went off. Seriously, I was embarrassed how messy I thought it was. Tia didn't seemed phased, but I was mortified. We sat and watched Black and White soundless movies then she went home. And i sat and starred at my chocolate log.

So onward and up ward right? Last weekend we went bowling and christmas shopping and adventuring. It was fun. Its almost creepy has funny it is. I think I've already mentioned this, but we're moving in together in April.. which I'm pumped about.. and apparently so is she. But I tell ya, last night we had a food and movie night ( i say food and movie night cause we devoured a large bbq chicken pizza, a tub of rolo ice cream an entire 2L bottle of sprite and half a bag of salt and pepper chips) at her house and I tell ya.. my little suite here was damn near spotless in comparison. AND HER ROOM! If a bomb went off in mine, hiroshema musta taken place in heres. There was nonsense EVERYWHERE! I laughed so hard, which probably wasn't polite but she laughed too cause apparently we are the messiest people alive, but we made the executive desicion that we can have as messy bedrooms as we please, but kitchen, bathroom (s) and living areas must be neat and fashionable. lol. we watched the Lake House last night, and Im not going to lie to you... that movie made no sense. at all. I was a little annoyed.

The Devil Wears Prada. Now. As much as I love all the camio's and gorgeous clothing and runways nonsense and magazine talk of this movie, I am completely and alarmingly annoyed by the lesson trying to be taught. First of all.. they really didn't make the lesson seem very convincing. Anne Hathaway could have easily said to that moppy head boy of hers "fuck right off.. I look hot and have a very powerful career AND i get to go to fashion week AND i have a much hotter and older fashion hot guy wanting my newly hot sexy body!" But instead she choose some gross old newspaper job where she gets to write gross little stories. No more high fashion for her. Idiot. SECOND of all. Who the funk moves to New York and gets an amazing job like that and then quits cause her boyfriend doesn't see her as much? Hmm? And that friend of hers is an ungrateful wench to judge her on a job that actually got here a moundfull of swag! I'll say this once. If any of you EVER quit a job that you love or even like because a boy is annoyed that you don't spend as much time with him.... I don't think we can be friends anymore.

I am definately of the opinion that women should be able to have wonderfully amazing and high powered careers JUST LIKE MEN and still be able to have the family life JUST LIKE MEN. If he loves you like he says he will.. he will learn how to have dinner ready on the table when you get home.

Dirty Magnets. I think I'm going to make a group decision. Everytime one sends a letter to and fro from bc to ontario, there must be a magnet included. Magnets are fun and not expensive and can fit into regular mail and make a good pick me up. Like the one amy sent me. Amazing. I will put it on my filing cabinet at work. End of discussion.

Have I mentioned how pumped I am about the new job? T-Minus 15 days!! Yeah! I can't wait to buy big girl clothes and big girl furniture and such. too excited. And the new apartment! YAAAAH! Marchie is giving me money to spend on furniture and such cause i am NOT accepting hand me downs from the crazies. Unless its a tv. that i don't say no too. YAAHAHAH!

mind you thats.. what? 3 months away. sigh. anyways. thats all i want to say for now. im les tired of writing. i'll try and continue later on today.

waffey

Adventures in Raw Fish.

Yesterday.. i worked all day. And remembered why I hate it so much. The whole day I thought about how I could maime my self so that I didn't have to work at shoppers anymore. there were the loss of limbs, breaking of bones, vehicular pain, accidents, and straight out lying. i really really don't want to work there all christmas. not even a little. if i wasn't so far behind on my savings goals i would so quite again. quite frankly i still might. like the weekend before christmas.

anyjooo... i also went out for sushi last night with tia. i heart bbq eel. it is soooo good. i had almost one of everything. almost. turns out rice is really really filling. who knew.

so today I am staying in bed all day. if i don't go anywhere i can't spend money right? well.. i will go to the gym after dinner, after all that is peek boy ooogling time. i need myself a man toy. thats final.

ciao babas
waffles.

Listen Lady, Im just tellin ya what I heard on Maury.

Wow. I wish you all could have been here for the shit show i just witnessed. I'd like to say there were bear bongs and pukers and writing on people with permanent markers, but no. 7 bottles of wine, half a deli counter and too much chocolate mixed with 8 seniors (men/woman over the age of 60).

There was this woman. Dale. This woman was the elderly version of Katie Izzard. Minus all the vagina comments. No joke. She had to be right. All the time. She had to talk the loudest. All the time. She had to be the funniest. All the time. I nearly kicked her and said "team, remember that time we drank outside your apartment cause we were locked out?" and then thought better of it. I was so annoyed with her to the point that as some time or another she said her "friends" were all tired of the BC health system that they were getting all of their surgeries done in mexico. I laughed and said "eww thats sketch, haven't you heard the horror stories of people going down there for a face lift and coming back with their eyes sewn shut?".. really, i heard that on maury and decided it could be a fact. maybe. I thought it was funny. Until she went on a TIRADE about how canada's health system is worse and that if you live more than an hour away from any major city you mine as well die where you stand cause if you get into an accident you won't get to a hospital in time. I think she spit on me half a dozen times during this tyrade,, and she was across the ROOOM not the table. Dear Lord. It was a shit show.

As for today, would I be a terrible terrible person if i tried to get fired? I mean.. so I don't have to work at Shoppers all christmas long? cause I hate it and for the life of me can't remember why I said I'd stay until after christmas. ogh. right. i remember. i was staying so i could ignore this holiday everyone calls christmas. seems that will be a difficult due to the fact that all the music that is played from october to Jan 1 is christmas music. I probably had 17 people wish me a merry christmas and shit today. fuck them and their happy all in one province families. fuck them all.

im not bitter. just tired. i had the hebejebes last night. didn't sleep well. took some gravol. hope that helps. miss you all terribly. so bad that i think im giving myself hives.

xxoo waffey.

I made her cry. In a good way!

So today/yesterday have been very emotional. I mean VERY emotional. I got all my hopes up about coming home... and now I'm not. Im sorry to everyone. I got everyone's hopes up. We (me and my marchie) just can't afford the ticket. The good news is however that marchie can't afford the ticket cause she is coming out here in March and then sending Beasely out May 1st for her birthday. But shhhhh.. she doesn't know it yet.

As for good news, I start my new Job January 2nd, which means I can still work through christmas and pretend like its not happening at Shoppers. Which means I can make some mad cash and save for holiday in july to edmonton/calgary! Plus for my new apartment in April. This kid WILL be moving April First. And it WILL be to somewhere spanky!

:) so good news and bad news. saving money is always good. i have some bills to pay off so a plane ticket just isn't in the cards right now. ooooh well. so i'll be sending christmas cheer out monday.

bad news tho amy.. i couldn't get the purse i wanted for you just right now.. but you will get it. eventually!!!

xxoo waffles.

Little people can have TNA bags too.

Ok. long stories. i refuse to let this habit die due to the fact (and its a fact because its the truth) writing in here helps me relieve some of the tension of not having you all here to talk to whenever i feel like (however our mutual brain waves for phone calls today was creepy and a little helpful).

So Brock and Emily are getting married and i feel very happy about it. Because if Emily, who is fun and honest and opinionated and geniune, still loves Brock for all that he is, it must mean that Im not such a terrible judge in character and that all of those people that harbor hatred for him and douche bags. That and I get to be invited to the wedding. And that my friend makes me happy to know it will be a glame event that i can dance and drink and see seany b and amy and laura and brock and emily in the same place and hopefully relive the fun held at the last ad christmas party. its a shame that Craig (the baldheaded nicest boy around) is currently involved with a creepy girl from loyalist. Some times i think i messed up by not trying to make it work with him and then i remember the way he said "do you wanna get fucked" the first *and only* time we had sex. it was scary and a huge turn off. aaaaanyways....

my interview went so well. Ryan, the Art Director for both companies, said if it was up to him he would hire me right now but he had to let myron know and he would call me. I assumed today. I apparently not. Anyways, so the extra good news is that if (and when) I get this job is that i'll hopefully have two weeks (if not one) off for christmas. The extra good news is that my marchie says that she will pay for half of my plane ticket to come home!!! YAAAAH!! I can't even explain how happy i feel about it! Except to say that i'll be sad not to have my car because I won't be able to drive anywhere.. it'll be the train/bus for me.. but believe you me.. there will be an obscene amount of bus/train riding to toronto/ottawa.

anyways. i will be huging my cell for the next.. however long it takes for MyRon to call me. yaaaaarg.

anyhoo. must sleep. another sleepless night. not sure what time i have to work tomorra.. so im just gonna go in til 9 and work til when im supposta... at least that way i can say i wanted to make up for the hours i missed today by being "sick". and then i'll quit. oh im so evil.

xxoo
waffey

"Only two things are forever. Diamonds and Stink Bottom"

Stink Bottom. Muffy. Muffus Puffus. Stink Face. Cable layer. Doodie? Bud. Buddikins. Bunny. It doesn't matter what his name is. He's dying. My kitty is dying. He may be 16 years old. And he may be over 15 pds. But pets are supposed to live forever. aren't they? Marchie says he's having seizures and he twitches and pees on the floor and loses control of his body and then lies under the chair all day. beasely is going home this weekend to say goodbye. they are taking him to the vet next week and farch says there will probably not be anything they can do but put him down. Farchie says it wouldn't be right to let him suffer. He is not a happy cat anymore. I wish i could be there. Muffus is my oldest friend. funny how i've know this for two days and just now im crying.

my second interview is now tomorrow. too much snow on monday. everyone lost their minds. rubber boots and umbrellas were their defense. i don't really wanna talk about it right now.

where does one go to meet people who will hug them because they look sad?

Interviews, men with packages, and gas.

Well. Where do I start.

Friday: Friday I went to a "Fundraiser" for the Synchro Club. Thats right. When I say Synchro Club I mean the club that has synchronized swimming listed as their main activity. Karley says we are getting the tickets from a boy. Therefore one would suspect said boy was a synchronized swimmer. Therefore thinking he would wear skimpy bathing suits as a hobby THEREFORE being really fit and hot. Boy was I wrong.

a) there were no boys in skimmy bathing suits.
b) there were no boys that were synchronized swimmers.
c) there were no hot OR fit boys.

Instead, there were a lot of asian girls and boys. They were ALL size 2's and wearing sadly hip-like clothing and danced badly. Infact I think I was part of two minorities: the caucasion variety, and the people who weigh more than their shoes. It was a terrible terrible night full of asian girls, no english, bad dancing and karley wanting me to constantly entertain her. It was exhausting and I didn't have nearly enough to drink. AND Karley felt the need to point out every ridiculous sight she saw and say "that was you last weekend". What does one do when that is said? Especially when you know thats how you were, you had fun doing it, and wish you were doing it now? I did the shocked and embarrassed move so hopefully she wouldn't ever ask me to come out with her again. Tada.

Saturday: First my lock was frozen. Then there was an eight car pileup on the highway. As it turns out, the entirity of this island loses their mind when there is a little bit of weather. I mean there were people driving the wrong way, people driving in the medians, people gawking, turning around, the whole shebang. So I got home at 9 and had to be at work for 9:30. What do i do? You know it. Call in to say Im going to be late and instead of showering i go to mcdonalds for a borito breakfast. I tell ya Im one class act. I then proceed to die the entire day due to delayed hangover sydrome which apparently even happens when you dont get drunk. BUT then I had a wonderful evening.

Tia and I went to see the Alberta Dance Company's The Nutcracker and we dressed up and wore heels and and silk skirts. It was great. Men in tights. mmmmm. Pretty dresses. mmmmm. Eggnog with Rum from hot bartender. mmmmmmmmmmmm. And then we went to Boston Pizza for dinner and learned with astonishment that Boston Pizza in BC can no longer have Fish Bowl Fridays due to a pending lawsuite against the size of the drinks. It was sad, there were tears. But we laughed and had a hilarious times. She brough tiny opera binoculars to the ballet so we could get better looks at their packages. cough. foot work. Anyways. It was wonderful until i got stomach ripping, intestine burning gas. Thats right. I thought I was going to die with my entrials... entrailing. And then i was fine. Who knew Gas X was so great. I never leave home without it.

And here you fing me. Well rested on Sunday evening after a meal with the crazies of meatloaf and beets. My second interview is tomorra. Which is nerve racking because they want me to demonstrate why I am so awesome. I hope I look hot at least. The Art Directors Name which i will be seeing is Ryan. I hope he is young and wants to marry me so I don't have to do anything hard. sigh. neeeervous.

it snowed all day. thats all Im going to say on the matter. fuck.

I was about to say when I had a sudden desire to poop.

Well I had my interview today! It was absolutely great. And to think, I was nervous that I wasn't going to be good enough. Silly me. Well it went great. So as it turns out I applied to be a design assistant and myron (yes thats his name) decided that I would be better suited as a pre press technician even though I've never managed a printing press not to mention printed on canvas!
So yeah. My job would be to manage EVERYthing that comes into the company, prepare it, secure it and proof it, send it to the desired locations, receive them back proof and send to clients, image correction and printing, designing and typograhy and all the prepress work. Its fucking nuts. So much responsibility. Enough that I even get my own office! Fucking nuts! I love it! So I'll know by friday if I got it or not. I can't wait. This girl if going shopping for big girl clothes this weekend if she gets this job!!.

Thats all i feel like typing now. OH. and I can't wait for the mail to come!
xxoo

12.5 great things about living by myself

1. I can sit in my work clothes all evening and even sleep if them if i please because no one would know unless i told them. not that happens.. just sayin.

2. I can drink milk/apple juice/wine right outa the bottle when ever i feel like it.. i don't even have to be sneaky.

3. I can get dressed in the living room while watch breakfast television.

4. Not doing my dishes for 4 days isn't a crime.

5. there are clothes everywhere.

6. I can dance around and sing and be silly without nasty glares or comments to quiet down.

7. I can just pretend not to be here by not answering the phone and msn and no one will know the difference.

8. I don't have to comprimise over the tv schedule.

9. no one here to distract me from work.

10. i can sit around in my robe all day.

11. I can watch smutty shows on tv without being self concious about people hearing me. not that i do.

12. I don't have to listen to music/talking/crying or sex from the roomie.

12.5 All of these things only count when the crazies aren't bugging me.

In other news. Im broken. All of my muscles and inerds hurt due to malibu and dancing. But do not fret, they say the more you where heels the easier they get.. and i love my heels. Just maybe not dancing for a while. LOL.

Hope you liked your gift maddam! I'll talk to you later.

xxoo
waffey.

Oh these dancing feet of mine hurt! Real BAD!

Sigh. Well I made the best of last night. I think you all would be proud. Or at least you would have laughed along with me and had a wildly good time too.

So yesterday I went shopping and baught a cute little jean skirt (a size 11 might i add) a pear of gorgeously hot heels and a $34 can of hairspray. I'll go into detail about the hairspray in a minute. And then tottled home to get ready to go to karley's as we had plans to meet at 6 and go to dinner and dancing. Well 6 comes and go a no phone call. So I call her. She's at Chris's house. Apparently they have to talk. So we finally meet up after 7 and thats when i hear this little tune;

for the past two weeks Karley has been sleeping over at Chris's house. She is in love with him and he is in love with her. Thats all fine and dandy except that she is refusing to date him because his roommate who is kinda her friend likes him. That right. She will sleepover in his bed (saying they don't do anything.. but I know what happens in that bed.. I don't call it The Gordon Head International House of Sausage for nothing) but not date him. And she is mad that she can't date him. I just told her to make up her mind cause she can't have it both ways. You can't lead a guy on, sleep in his bed, spend every waking moment with him and then in the next breath refuse to go out with him when you know that he is in love with you. All or nothing.

So anyways, she doesn't drink. Which one normally says thats fine, but to be frank, it plain sucks when the girl turns out to be uber conservative. I just wanted to dance. I don't care who it was with or home many people it was with. Its just dancing. Its not like I was sleeping with them, not to mention making out with them. But to her.. I looked like a major slut. She was actually looking at me with a distasteful look. Believe you me, I've done way worst things then dance with a few boys. I had a great time. I met a few nice one and a few creepy ones. At the end of the night these two guys approached me and were like "we noticed you standing over here looking tired and thought that if you wanted you should come out to Hush tomorra night. Its like a rave scene". Karley was like "i don't think so, I have school". But not me, this character was like "Thanks! Thats sounds awesome, I might check it out". The girl has no social skills. We then proceeded to walk 12,000 blocks to a 7/11. Thats right. They have 7/11's everywhere here! Where there was a small gathering of bar people. I struck up a conversation with one about smart food and then all of a sudden he was getting thrown out of the store on his ass with popcorn in hand unpaid for. Being the good person I believe he was he handed the popcorn to me to put it back on the shelf. He was cute. We then proceeded to walk 14,998 more blocks where we hailed a cab. Which was just in the nic of time because although i was heavily drunk, my shoes were absolutely killing me. I couldn't even get them back on this morning. They are completely and utterly swollen and fat and throbby. They hurt.

To top this terrible story off, i felt like a fuck and run today cause i got up at 8:30 and grabbed my stuff and left. No note, no number no telling karley, natta. lol. It might have been rude, yes, but i'm beginning to see that although some people are nice and friendly, it doesn't mean you should go drinking and dancing with them. Some people aren't meant for drinking and dancing and that is not there fault. And to be honest Im a little sick of chris and his drama. I'd just prefer to forget about him.

Tada. Over and out! Ps. Im excited for the mail!! And I think you should see happy feet. It will prove my man eating peguin thoughts. miss you heaps and heaps and glad you weekend with your marchie was a good one!

xxoo waffey.

You can mumble all you want.. but only cause you can tap dance.

Good morning!

Yesterday was a wonderfully fabulous day when it comes to moving on and moving up. First of all, I got an interview with Myron at Island Art Publishing. Silly me forgot to find out what the company does and figure this one out; They are art dealers who produce brochures, advertising and catalgues for Artists. If thats not cool I don't know what is! However, its not a magazine, but think of the experience! And the fact that I'll be back in the publishing industry! Sigh. I am one happy duck. However, I feel bad for having to quit at Shoppers this time of year. I think I am being depended on. That is a nice yet terrible feeling. My Marchie says that one has to do what one has to do, but always do it responsibly. So I must give my two weeks notice, but that is sad. sigh.

After work I then went out to dinner and a movie with Tia (heidi with blond hair). We had mexican in the funniest weirdest like mexican restaurant ever. I don't know these adjectives as facts as I have never been to a mexican restuarant. But it was funny. I liked it. The food was actually quite good. I think i had some sort of deep fried beans and meat borito thingy. With more beans and rice bit. Good.

We then went to see Happy Feet. You know, the one with the peguins! I thought it was very amusing. I have seen better animated movies, but this ones redeaming qualitites would have to have been the choreographed peguin dancing, the musical interludes and the big snotty elephant seals. No joke, there was snot involved. A recommended see, but only if you rent it or go to a supremely cheap theatre. The theatre here in Sidney is the funniest like theatre in the history of theatres. They have a couches in it. And when they have birthday parties they let the birthday person turn the movie on! Love it.

And that was the end. A good day. Tomorra shoud be busy. FInish up porfolio, find outfit to wear out tonight, go to gym and heading out dancing with karley. note to self. drink ones self into oblivion before going out. done.

waffey.
xxoo

i heart gospel and alex karev.

Today was kinda rough. Any normal person would just have done what needed to be done. But not this one. This one cried over things like the woman not being able to help me, the man not being about to send my letter out today and the woman not listening to me when i tell her what i need. You know why I cried? Because I was overwhelmed because my marchie couldn't fix it. Even Seany B said it. Relax. Go to bed. You can do it. Sigh. I did however leave work early and eat pizza and drink pear/grape juice watch the oc and greys and now i feel like myself again. That idealistic organized girl I know I am.


And then this afternoon when i got home from work the newspaper was on my doorstep folded open to the classifieds with one highlighted. Design Assistant Wanted for Publishing House. It mine as well said "Yo Waffey, are you wearing your big girl panties and coming to work or what?". So i applied right then and there. I feel excited and happy.

Other new and exciting things? I was nice to Cher today, even if she didn't deserve it, want it or warrent it. I made the effort.

Um.. the crazies were in my living room day. Do you know this? My floor is clean. Vaccuumed I think. I wonder what else they were in.

ps. i sent birthday present #1 today. The lady at the post office said she was sad to put brown paper of it. The boy at starbucks said it was the longest card note he'd ever seen and that he needed his pen back with ink in it. I even rushed it so I could call you on thursday and see how much you like it!

xxoo
waffey.

In the whole big scheme of things... ELLE magazine knows whats what.

Three things I learned today;

1. When getting ones eyebrows waxed ask for hard wax. Way less painful.

2. When dealing with insurance companies that have employees from other countries where english isn't their first language, don't call from a busy starbucks on your cell phone. It makes them even harder to understand.

3. When dealing with people who have an undfounded hatred for you, try never to play their game back. Unfounded soon becomes founded.


One Brave Thing I did today;

I wrote my name and my phone number down on a slip of paper and tucked it inside my pants so that when I saw my gym inspiration today I would give it to him. Alas, he wasn't there and now all I have is a stinky sweaty phone number. My phone number.

One funny thing I did today;

I wore my sweater zippered right up to the neck, parked at the furthest parking spot from the gym and then proceeded to skip all the way to the bulding singing "no one wants to fight me like you do.. do do do. do do do. do do do. combat baaaby. combat baby. etc".

One thing that made me sad today;

I saw a gianormous snow man made of lights. So much for christmas.

Four thing that makes me happy for the future;

1. Seeing Happy Feet with Tia on Friday.

2. Dancing with Karley on Saturday

3. Shopping with Karley on Sunday.

4. Amy coming to visit in May.

And onwards and upwards to the dishes I go. Turns out im pretty messy for only being here a couple hours a day. who knew?

xxoo
waffles.

have you ever ate garlic right outa the skin. i did. 10 minutes ago.

I know I know. Its been forever since I've been on here. But really. Thats a lie. Cause every day I come here hoping to write something or see a comment.. but then i get discouraged and don't write anything. Perhaps discouraged isn't the correct word. I think it might be a more of "where do i start" syndrome. Here gooooooesss.

Today. i went to work. not very exciting. AND THEN i saw melissa in the parking lot afterward. she was going to rhythmic gymnastics class! Fucking hilarious. The girl is 24.. bout my size and weight. So i went along. No participation but shit it was funny. They play with hoolahoops and make ruteins and stuff! It was like Hip Hop all over again! I want in.

So i have a new buddy. She's kinda like Heidi. Actually that is immediately who i thought of when she first talked to me. Her name is Tia. And she doesn't look like Heidi. But she sure does talk like her. And say funny things like her. And is uniquely willing to do things that make her happy no matter what other people think without actually saying or thinking outloud "I will do this because i want to and not because i want to buck the system." So yeah. Tia. We met at work. I brought a calander that had a picture of a cat biting a dogs nose with the title "Buddies" and i presented it to her and said "um, this may be awkward, but will you be my buddy." She said "Yes, as long as i don't have to bite your nose". I said that was fine, i would do all the biting. Yeah. So. we went out for drinks at a pretty restuarant down town on saturday and it was funny. I like her. We are going to see happy feet this weekend. you know. the one with the penguins and the dancing!

So yeah. That is the excite of my week. I have a friend that is like my friends and now things feel ok. Oh. and for christmas i want ikea gift certificates. I mean... if any of you get me anything. lol. Im so presumptuous. However. You three lovely ladies will be recieiving something. And bone and seans? if you want something I'm gonna need an address. at least. geeez.

xxoo.

jelly beans and bones. i hate cinnamon.

Well there have been a lot of emotions the last few days. First of all.. yesterday was not a sunshiney day. Despite the sunshine that actually happened. Thats actually why I thought it was going to be a wonderful day to begin with. The sun hasn't shone here in almost a week. Turns out.. it wasn't such a sunshiney day. In fact, just when I thought It would get better, there was a hurricane that ripped through Sidney. No joke. I suppose I was just being silly. Letting everything annoy me. Thea being a know it all. Cher being a stupid whore munger (excuse my dirty dirty mouth). Mike being extremely creepy. It all just made me annoyed. And then I talked to Monica. The cosmetic manager. She made me feel better. I work to live not live to work. Tada. You would think it would be that easy. Until the moment I decided I had to go outside to the trailers.. it decided to hurricane on me. Gail force winds. I damn near started to cry from frustration. And then Monica walked in. And we had a laugh about how silly I was being. And THEN the day got better.

A few days ago I took Chers knives off her desk. I don't know why I did it. Maybe to inconvience her. Annoy her. I didn't need them. I have my own. But I did it. And then I came into work on Tuesday and it was like all hell had broken loose. There were notes on everything reading "To whom ever took my knives, I need them to do my job, please return them". I nearly pissed myself. THe girl asked everyone in the damn building if they had her knives, but not me. She dislikes me soo much, that she wouldn't even approach me about her missing knives. WHo knows, maybe I would have returned it. But geee wiz, after she has made the hugest stink about it.. i don't want to give it back. I want to laugh and laugh and laugh. Because Im the winner here. No matter how low, how juivinelle, how silly, I get the last laugh. Or what I thought was the last laugh.

I got an email from Jason this morning. He's doing well. He's moved to Modury and has a beautiful house with "our" friend Josh. He is still with his girlfriend. Almost two years he says. I shed a tear. And then refused to shower. Im not sure what I was protesting by not showering, but it sure did feel like the right thing to do. I went to work deciding that today would be a bad day until something good happened. I went to work to work. I did my job and I did it well. And then the day turned good. There I was, standing on my little ladder in the fem paper isle. Yes thats right, I had a handful of maxipads and my boss, Jackie, approaches me and says up to me "Holly Dolly, you are doing a great job. And don't let anyone tell you anything different. We are glad you are here, every one of us, except for one, but she is the only one, and I will always bat for you".

They always say you don't need someone to verify your importance. You don't need someone to acknowledge your worth, but you know what, I think that is bullshit. Im a generally emotional girl. I am just as well known for being ridiculously silly and happy as I am for being angry, upset, sad or enthusiastic, passionate woman. But the one thing I do need in life, is reassurance that I am good at something. That I wore my hair differently, that my step maybe isn't as bright as it normally would be, that I did what I was told or that I went that extra step further. I am happy that my boss will "always bat for me". I am glad to be awknowledged as a good worker and person.

Tonight, I ate jelly beans and watched bones and laughed. Today was a good day. And I still have Chers knives and Jackie will always bat for me.

xxoo
waffles.

Its a good day. i can feel it.

Good morning one and all!

Today is Tuesday morning! The beginning on my work week. And ya know what? Since it's not monday morning, I can safely say today is going to be a good day.

The hints that today is a good day? a) nothing dramatic happened on the weekend so I won't have that to think about. b) I've finished my resume and am about to send it out. c) I got an email from jason today. d) I got an email from my mother today. e) and I feel good.

tada.
sorry there is nothing to report from the weekend. just work and sleep mostly. baught a new fancy printer too. spanky for sure!

gotta head to work now.. but sigh. oh well. gotta make the money some how. I did however just put in the call to Boulevard Magazine to talk to the Art Director. Apparently she screens her calls and won't directly talk to someone over the phone until she had time to think about it. Creepy.

best be off!
xxoo
holly

Buddies don't bite buddies noses.

Well that drama is over. Thank god. I guess that's the beauty of being somewhere new, with new people who owe you nothing and you owe them nothing.

We had words and decided that neither of us need the other as a friend. Tada.

Onward and Upward!

Portfolio is damn near ready. Calling Boulevard Magazine on Monday to talk about Job opportunities!

Sigh. Ps. I'm watching High School Musical. I think I might be a geek.

And I damn near said hello to a boy at the gym today. THIIIIIIIIS close. Hello is the first step hey? And ya'll be glad to know that he is just my type. no more of these 6"2 blonde musclar beauties. Give me a chunky kid with a mop of brown curly hair any day.

Pss. Jason's birthday is monday. To call or not to call. That is the question. A silly one since I don't know if i have his number. Sigh. Email it is.

Going to a concert Saturday with a girl from work and the boys (chris also apparently...oh well) I think it'll be good. You wait.

xxoo
waffles.

She said they were all dirty.. i said it could be just the mud.

Haha. So I call Karley today in hopes of arranging a greys/oc evening as apparently we both like both shows. Turns out (which i conveinently forgot) she was going to Chilliwak for the weekend to work the motocross games. lol. silly me. She says "Well come with me next weekend! I have to work but you might like it." And I say "I sure do like boys who ride motorbikes..." and she says "I don't, they are all dirty" and I say "Well it could just be the mud...." no. apparently they are all sluts. lol. Who knew?

Anyhoo. So plans are next weekend to go to chilliwak for motocross. lol. Im such a nerd its gross. But besides the "dirty" boys.. I have never been to chilliwak or to a motocross event! Ps. Who names the name of a town Chilliwak anyways. I bet it was the Indians. They have crazy names for everything. lol.

Adventures in cooking part two is underway. Im cooking pork chops on my fancy grill. But thats it. who needs vegetables anyways? Oh. And i was watching Miami Ink this afternoon and apparently Kat (the tattoooer) was getting homesick for LA and she was depressed and called her friend Rhiana and all of her friends surprised her in Miami cause she was homesick and then they convinced her to stay for another 6 months and giver' a go. THe moral of this story is... is thats kinda what happened cept nobody flew out to see me...

and to be honest i totally looked at buying airplane tickets for three lucky ladies for christmas today when i realized that no ones wants to be away from boyfriends/family on christmas including you guys.. so... plus they are uber expensive at christmas time. who knew?

im just full of new things today!! and you'll all be proud. accomplished one resume, one cover letter and matching portfolio nabby thing today. it was a rainy day in beautiful victoria but it just makes people crazier to stay dry !!

xxoo
waffles.

remember Thumb in Eye?

I forgot to tell you about dinner with te crazies!

The entire reason I was even going for dinner was to make the point that I wanted to be treated more as a tenant then family.That didn't go so smooth to say the least. They didn't catch on when i said "I will pay the rent on the first of every month because I am reliable and don't think it is appropriate to skip on it, even if you are family. I see this as a tenant/landlord situation." Lots of humming and haaaaaing.

Then! Aunt Donna comes to the rescue! (The oldest sister in my mums family). She calls randomly monday night and they begin talking about me. I don't know what crazy says but donna starts in on her with the "holly doesn't need another mother and you don't need another child..." routine. She must've made a dent, but I don't know why she said that at all. I haven't said anything to Donna and my mom swears she didn't either... but then my mom called and crazy brought it up with her about how I don't spend any time with them and that they aren't getting to know me very well.. and my mother was like "thats not why shes out there." and gave her the speil again wanting my freedom and not more parents.

funny stuff. so they are leaving this morning to go up island for a week.. and im pumped. the house all to myself!!!

the end.

ps. work was good yesterday... promises to be the same today. sigh.

xxoo

I heart Leather Furniture and Greenpeace boys!

Today was the most fabulous day to date (being in BC that is).

I got up early, packed the laptop and drove into the city in search of culture, pretty things and some me on me quiet time.

All things accomplished.

Victoria is such a beautfully cultured town that talking to 'houseless' people is actually an education instead of completely and utterly disgusting.

I walked around downtown all morning and part of the afternoon, by myself, wandering in and out of unique one of a kind shops where pretty fun people work and enjoy their jobs. No one seems stressed or angry or frustrated. No one is spewing vulgarities. No one wears clothing that is dirty or tattered. Everyone carries a pretty purse or satchel instead of breifcase. Everyone wears smiles instead of frowns. I was adventuring in allies and found the most beautiful, enchanting restuarant and another man who could have been in his 60's approached me and we talked about this marvalous building and it was peaceful and interesting. And then while strolling I was approached by a nice boy canvassing for Greenpeace. And because he smiled and asked how my morning has been I talked to him. For 30 minutes. About everything. It was pleasant and educating. I then walked into a gorgeous furniture and accessories store to strike up an hour long conversation with the owner about Victoria, Ontario, finding a loft, getting a job.. it was just amazing how open and friendly everyone is.

I then proceeded to Chapters and baught $100+ worth of books and a beautiful Matt&Nate Purse and wallet and my day is complete. I then went down town Sidney for a coffee and a stroll and discovered so many interesting, culture drivven places that I just wanted to buy the whole damn place up.

I've already baught birthday/christmas/easter gift for everyone seeing as i've missed halloween.

I wish everyone could experience a day like I had today. Im feeling so very creative. And happy. Im the luckiest girl in the world.

That and "talking" to meghan and heidi was so thrilling... brings an outstanding closure to the day!

xxoo
holly

So let me see if i got this straight...

So last night, Karley convinces me to go over to the guys house by saying that it won't be awkward and he's clearly over it.

Wrong.

I get there. and Its completely and utterly awkward. Me, Sean and Karley go to the liqeur store and I get the banner news that not only did i sleep with chris.. i propositioned sean and chris to have a threesome. dear god. tequila is the devil.
We get back to the house where we decide to go to halloween party across town. Fair enough to me, it was fuckin awkward cause he wouldn't even awknowledge me room of four people.

While were waiting to meet rachel at the mall Karley and I start talking. Apparently he was mad at karley for giving me his email and he didn't want me to come over because it was going to be awkward. Well congrats he complishes that. Then she springs the bomb that she likes him AND his roommate likes him and thats why she would never get with him. She promised rachel. wft mate. wft. So we finally get to this party and I completely ditch Chris and Sean.. and Karley follows me around while i meet people. You know drunken me.. talkin to random people. Start to actually have fun when Chris comes over and drags Karley away.

Im like awesome. Not only is he going to act like a 6 year old.. hes going to make it worse by trying to get with Karley (which probably won't happen cause shes a virgin and has never had a random make out session). I find sean, crying, on the couch. Turns out Sean is completely and utterly in love with Karley as well and saw Chris take her away and has decided his life sucks and is crying. It doesn't help that hes drunk of course. A cheap drunk at that. All of a sudden we are out in the yard and the police are arresting people who are milling about on the street so we move to the back yard where seans crying is getting a little out of hand and I yell at him and say something to the effects "Grow some balls boy. Its not the end of the world if a girl doesn't like you back, at least you didn't fuck her." and I left it like that.

Karley and Chris reaapeared by this point claiming that Chris went to piss and then they couldn't find us and that nothing happened (whatev). So Chris continued drinking himself into an oblivian so i just had a seat on the curb to wait for the drama to end. Soonafter these three guys come over and sit with me.. and we chat and they are cute and the one tells me that if I spend one day with him he will show me things I've never seen. Well deal. So I gave him my number. No phone call yet tho. lol.

Karley and Sean finally finish talking.. Sean is still crying like a baby.. Rachel is trying to stop chris from passing out.. Im chatting with the cute guy.. and Karley is trying to round everyone up to go home. Im tired of the bullshit and the drama and so is karley so we start walking to her house instead of back to the boys where our cars are. We talked the whole way and laughed about it and so on and so forth. We finally went to the sleep around 4am and got up to take the bus to the boys house bout 10ish.

When we get there, neither of us want to go in. I have to go in to get my keys. So we go downstairs but Karley bails on talking to Sean and I have nothing to say to Chris so we go for lunch and she heads to work and I head home.

Im not going to lie here, I annoyed with the way things have been handled. I truely believe that I have done everything in my power to talk this out, to not make this awkward. I didn't become my usual emotional self, I didn't try and games I was honest and said "listen, I know its awkward but it doesn't have to be. im just saying we either see what happens or admit that it was a mistake and take it from there." But no. He chooses to act like a 12 year old. sigh.

Anyways. Yesterday Karley and I decide we're going downtown to do some dancing. Well I couldn't get into it. I had plenty of drinks but I just could fake having fun cause really im pissed about this whole situation. I just wanna take myself outa the situation and let them fight amongst themself. Fuck'em I'll find new friends.

We left at midnight and were asleep by 1. I think karley was annoyed but quite frankly.. i just couldn't handle all of the skanks making out with ever cock insight. Honest to god, halloween is just an excuse to dress like skanks and get slutty. Who knew?

So now im just hanging out on Sunday now.. feeling like ass (due to the amount of alcohol consumed in two days) and having to shower and have dinner with the crazies.

On a side note. Yesterday afternoon I went out to the store to buy some soup and tylenol cause I had a major headache and when I come back my aunt says "you don't look so well." i say "yeah, I have a headache." and she says "you must be getting your period.". wtf. i have no idea what goes through her head sometimes.

anyhoo.. let ya know how crazy dinner is tonight. at least its gonna be crab. sigh.

xxoo
waffles.

Can i call it the flu even though i secretly ate too much potato salad?

So i went to work for the entirety of 2 hours today and then was told to go home cause i looked like i was gonna puke all over everyone. In truth I might've with all of those glaring florecant lights and cranky seniors who forgot to come get their discount yesterday breathing down my neck.

So i left.. and have spent the remainer of the evening on the couch. biting my fingers and trying not to throw up. Secretly I know its not the flu.. i think its cause I've eaten potato salad for every meal in the last two days and its catching up to me. only I do that.. only I.

AND apparently my mcsweeny quarterly's finally came in the mail.. for free.. in bracebridge so Im excited to get them. But that is all my good news. Now i must leave my cozy jammies and go in search of the grocery store for something scrumcious to put in my belly.

Im thinking precooked chicken... like the ones that they do at the grocery store? damn sidney and there no fast food joints but choke and puke (kentucky friend chicken).

ohhh and then Lindsay Melnyk messeges me (the girl i was supposed to drive to bc with at the end of first year?) and now were going adventuring to California in November!! friggin crazy.

and it looks like im going out with karley tomorra night dancing. do not fret amy.. nothing can compare to dance offs.

xxoo
waffles.

Oh... i let the crazy slip out last night..

So after I wrote my blog... I got a messege from Jarrett. Nothing special... i random asked if Chris and him were over their little tiff on saturday night. I didn't really care.. i was just making conversation.. when he got all weird about it and started going on about how I dont really know them so I wouldn't know if they were just drunken yelling or actually fighting. i was like "oh.. ok.. i guess not?" and then he got defensive again about the supplements he takes and all I said was "I don't really want to talk about it, I don't agree with them and no matter what they say I still won't." He was like "thats fine. I wouldn't want to waste my breath on some one not open to it anyways" and then said he'd be brb. I didn't think anything of until like 3 hours later when he didn't come back so i just left him a messege "hmm?". and he was like "oh.. sorry forgot about you, got distracted. going to bed". I was like "is something wrong?" and he said "no. night" and logged off.

Well then starts my paranoia.

a) what the fuck was that all about?

b) is he mad that I don't agree with vitamin abuse?

c) did he talk to chris that 3 hours away?

d) did chris tell him what happened?

e) are they both not talking to me?

so i left a messege on chris's msn that just said "u there?" but never got a response. So then Sean, their other roommate messeges me and I ask if Chris and Jarrett are still up. He said yeah they are in the living room. Now im even more pissed. I asked if they said anything about me.. he said no.. but if I wanted to talk to them I could call. and gave me their phone number. I told him that I didn't know what was going on enough to call. No one will say anything to me. He agreed but didn't know what happened.. or at least didn't let on that he knew.

im totally being paranoid.

then last night I had the strangest dream ever. that i was at a cottage somewhere with a bunch of people from high school and all of our parents and my parents were trying lecture me on being a slut. and i got really really upset with them and told them that I wasn't at the cottage to pick up some random boy and shag him, that i was there with them and why were they doing this. There was lots of screaming and stomping away and once again I woke up crying.

what the fuck is going on?

waffles.

I really really like chicken pot pie.

Today I didn't sweat the small stuff.

I didn't tell that witch at work to go fuck her self.

I didn't tell my aunt that I hate that she assumed I wanted her to make me dinner.

I didn't get myself into a panic about Chris.

And I had a good laugh with Melissa about everything.

So I worked from 9am to 5:30pm... and today was Seniors Day. Im sure you've all encountered seniors at one point or another during your life span.. whether it be grandparents, neighbours, crazy strays, nursing homes, work places, etc.. well today was like living in the world of Old People. Not the nice kind, or the kind that are cute and you feel sorry that they are old; the type that would bowl you over with their motorized scouter to get the last of the double roll 2 ply 12's of life brand toliet paper.
Funny story.. that happened... except it didn't really happen like that.

So Thea and I are standing in an isle chatting away when an old couple, roughly in their ninety's roll around the corner at light speed in their motorized scouters. That in itself was hilarious.. until I notice their canes dragging behind them knocking things off the shelves. Thea and I dash out of the way (like in those movies when a speeding out of control truck is coming at the main character and they dive to safety) so that we aren't killed in the Halloween Isle. They barrel down the isle barely seeing over their handle bars and the first one SMOKES into the basket at the end of the isle. Like.. not just hits it.. the woman knocks the whole thing over and mangles it! As she's recovering from the whipflash she just gave herself.. her 100 year old husband smokes into her, hitting the backside of her scouter giving them both a case of whipflash. You know what happened next (after i finished pissing myself. literally) they drove away. Pretended like it didn't happen. I know. I wish I had taken pictures. It was god damn ridiculous. Apparently that happens all the time. WTF mate.

So a while later Im in an isle stocking a shelf when I over hear three seniors talking in the next isle. This man is complaining about not getting to see his doctor immediately when he wants to see him and his wife is angry that the hospital has such a wait time when this other woman pipes up and says "Well I no longer go to my doctor. One time I went to the hospital with my husband and we were there for almost and hour when a girl came in in an ambulance and got first priority over us. So now.. instead of driving to the hospital we just call the ambulance so that we don't have to wait". I nearly died of shock. Who the funk does that? Abusing an emergency system like that! Its funkin people like that that make health care so hard to come by.

And those are my immediate old foggies tales. Can't wait til we get old hey? I hope I get to get away with being as obnoxious and as self centred as they do.. although I hope I don't smell as bad and that I still have nice teeth (even if they are fake). And i hope don't have a front butt, cause they are soo gross. And I hope I never have to ask the clerk to tell me where the extra large maximum absorbancy undergarmets are. Awwwwkward!

So now.. im cleaning and doing laundry and listening to Melanie Durrant ( and other music that I can sing along too and dance a little.. ok a lot.) Happy. :)

Ps. It was a terribly blustery day, the kinda of blustery that Winnie the Poo talks about.. but hot damn did the ocean look ultra sexy with the waves and the sunset. I love my drive home.

xxoo
waffles.

Pss. I know the Ps. is supposed to come after you sign off... but i just don't do things the way their sposta k?

I.O.U 1 beer... but I needed it.

Well.. i haven't written since Sunday morning.. but only cause Sunday I spent the day wondering if I really am as daft as I acted on Saturday and debating whether to go to dinner at Jarrett and Chris's place as I was invited.

Needless to say.. I didn't go to dinner. can we say awkward? As much as I like Jarrett as a friend.. after Chris.. everything seems awkward. I was talking to Karley about it.. but since she is not like me (promiscuous? is that right word? with a dash of some sort of class? lol) she was just like... well obviously he must like you or else he wouldn't have slept with you.. so just talk to him. Obviously she's never been in the situation. Who wants to be the one that says "Hey.. babe.. your cute and all and super hot in bed.. wanna get to know me better?" not me mate.. not me. karley says i have to talk to him tho. so I don't know what to say. I added him to my msn.. but as Amy says.. EVERYTHING gets misconstrewed on msn.. so im debating what to do. I don't have their phone number and I don't want to just show up.. besides.. jarrett doesn't know... at least i don't think so. don't want to make it any worse than it is. and definately don't want to get into a steveo groove with him. its all or nothing. but by the silence of the last two days im startin to think its more of the nothing end...

ps. kyle is the love of my life.. and none of you know him.. but it doesn't matter.

so anyhoo.. the last few days at work have been so stressful "playing the game". im trying my damndest to not piss anyone off.. but sheexz... its just easier to do it then apologize afterwards. funkin batty bitches. all that gets me through the day is that my boss calls me Holly Dolly and loves me.. and that i need money. sigh.

and that has been the last few days. going to get my car fixed tomorra in victoria.. thinkin about finding out if chris is around home and i'll drop by and talk to him. What aboiut im not sure.. but whatever.

workin tomorra afternoon anyhoo... escaped dinner with the crazies.. however managed to rope myself into crab family dinner sunday afternoon. sob. lol.

over and out.
waffles.

How to make and loose friends in one night....

Here I am.. in my jammies.. 10:03 sunday morning.. curled around my tub-o-apple juice (thats a huge bottle of apple juice if your wondering) and writing the events of yesterday.

So i go to pick up jarrett to go into town to get my oil changed when he asks if his roommate chris can come along. I say sure if he wants to brave the maz. for christs sake he's 6"2 and 250 lbs. Not fat.. but musclar big. Im in love at first sight. But he's quiet and reserved so whatev. we tootle around town a bit while my cars getting its oil changed and we'ree having a good time.. until i find out my transmission fluid is black. APPARENTLY.. your transmission fluid should be red. opps. even the lube guy was "team.. you got issues". so great. another couple hundred to get that done for this god damn car.

so we head to this bar where we are meeting luke again to watch the hockey game. Driving in Victoria SHOULD be the easiest thing in the world.. but as it turns out EVERYONE DRIVES LIKE FUNKING IDIOTS! We finally get there and Im so stressed out so I have a drink... and the other three have 12. no joke. All of a sudden Chris has a personality, Luke is extremely funny and Jarrett just gets loud and obnoxious. lol. Im sober but having a good time when we notice the elderly woman next to us is slumped over in her chair and is not moving. Her friends or people she was with are trying to help her but don't know whats wrong.. at this point its 7pm, the place is packed with hockey fans and beer and this woman is slipping into a diabetic coma. The ambulance(s), fire truck AND police show up.. and what do you know.. they are all young and HOT! Its a god damn shame that woman had to get sick for them to show up.. but cheese was i ever glad they did. It didn't rightly help that i was sitting with 3 drunks. i had eye sex with the one... but thats all the paramedic action i got. *note to self.. find a way to get the paramedics to my house.

we finally finish up at the bar around 8.. and the three of them are sloshed. Luke walks home so me, chris and jarrett are off to find a liquer store. Now.. a feet like this is super easy in BC as everyone and their brother sells liquer. There are no government bodies that control. its regoddamndiculous. But do you think the two drunks could direct me to one? Hilarious. We finally get to one and me and jarrett split on a 26er of Wiser and a bottle of Tequila. Wew. We leave Chris in the car with the liquer and we go to the grocery store to get mix and lemons. yes thats right. we got lemons. jarrett thought they would be better than limes. funking idiot.

we walk out of the grocery store and all you can hear is Riahanna blarring from my car. We were at least 50 feet from the car and all of the doors were shut. I open the door and theres chris singing along. I've never laughed so hard. lol. We end up listening to friggin Justin Timberlake the whole way back to their place and not the new stuff. Stuff like "Girlfriend" and "cry me a river". Apparently they love him. Who knew?

We start getting our drink on at there house roughly 9pm? Its me, Chris, Jarrett, Karley and Sean and we're playing high or low with the tequila if you get card lower the 10. The tequila was gone by.. 10? and the wisers was gone by 11? All of a sudden Chris and Jarrett are fighting about something and they are screaming at each other and Jarrett ends up puking all over the downstairs bathroom and going to bed. So we stayed up out on the porch just laughing and talking about the industry cause chris is a graphic designer by trade too. creepy. We finally decide its time to go to bed but jarrett neglects to tell me before he passes out where Im sleeping. So Chris sets up a bed on the floor in his room with his second mattress so i get his bed. That lasted the entirety of 10 minutes. He came up and climbed into bed with me.

Imagine me.. little 5"5 me and him.. large 6"2 him in a single bed together. lol. He was wrapped around me. I loved it. I was warm. I tell him im going to be a prud and not sleep with him and he's like thats fine.. we can pretend we're in middle school again and we fooled around a little. well push comes to shove and all of a sudden we're not in middle school anymore.. in the loudest sense of the word. hairing pulling, biting, nails, screaming... all of the above plus some very kinky things that I have never seen before.. and thats sayin somethin. lol.

finally fall asleep til about 8:30.. when i all of sudden sit upright in bed and realise what just happened. I fumbled around with my clothes until i notice a huge smear of blood on the back of my undershirt. I check myself out and im not bleeding.. he says he's not so not i have misterious blood on the back of my shirt. i hot tailed it outa there in hurray so i didn't have to face jarrett and here I am.

all i gots to say is.. Karley and Sean were nice.. im just not sure if Jarrett or Chris are gonna talk to me again. sigh. damnn tequila. The good news is Im not hungover.. bad news is I don't reckon I remember most of what I said last night. Something tells me I might've stepped in it.

sigh. thats all for the moment. my weary legs need some sleep. and my head for that matter. whew.

Geez.. I'll get a job... another one.

Well... the past two days have been so stressfull.

Shoppers has turned out to be a mind trap. One wants to please their boss, their coworkers, their customers, but one doesn't want to be seen as a brown noser, a geek, a suck up.

I however, have no problem sucking up to my boss if it gets me hours and money. I do however have a problem with coworkers treating me like shit and customers acting like i don't speak english.

I will play the game tho. I will pretend to like everyone. And I will agree with everything everyone says. And I will not beat any seniors over the head with their own canes.

Do you know why?

Because I will not be the girl who takes their mindless work to the next level; a stressful job. Tada. See how easy that was? It was like therapy. lol. I feel much better.

Onto bigger and crazier things like the crazies i live with. I am now their new show pet. They have friends over and I've done my damnest to not be involved. They invited me for dinner.. I politely said no.. and yet still brought down leftovers. They call down and invite me for dessert.. I politely say no.. and then she says "well we'd like you to meet our guests". You can't say no to that.

I then spend the next hour bullshitting my aunt and uncle crazies into thinking I hadn't already heard everything they are trying to tell me before, laughing at terrible jokes, declining cake three times, and trying to not get toughed leaned against or stood to close to.

Who knew I had a personal space problem. I do now.

I then spent the next 20 minutes defending how Im not seriously looking for a graphics design job here. I made all sorts of lies until i couldn't take it anymore and said "I don't know how long I will be here and where I'd like to work". Im not sure if I upset anyone but christ, Im paying for my damn freedom and your getting your damn rent money so get off my damn case.

the end. of this rant about the crazies. steps to rid myself of the crazies that need to be taken.

1. Work for at least three months and save.
2. Pay off Visa Bill (the entirety of $177.36) and get limit made larger.
3. Look for places in Victoria/Vancouver
4. Find job after scouting cost of living in such places.

There. They always say the first step to getting out a problem is to map what you have to do. I think that qualifies. Look at us.. i should be paying you for the therapy im getting here. You of course have probably heard all of these things before. lol. but shit, it makes me feel better. lol

Seeing Jarrett tomorra, we're going to get my oil changed. lol and thats no joke. lol. Really, i need to get my cars oil changed. lol. And im buying rollerblades so i don't have to pay for uber expensive gas out here. lol.

Perhaps tomorra I'll have more to report. I, however, am feeling very positive and not stressed out. Starting the portfolio tomorra. I've decided it.

tada! love you all.
amy, let me know about australia?
xxoo
meghan.. i just wanted to know if she got accepted?
xxoo
bones... find a new job before i find one for you.

All i gots to say...

a) you are right. and love you for your stong rightness and conviction.

b) i hate shoppers drug mart and all of the nazi bitches that work there.

c) i will find a job that makes me happy. started the search today.

d) everything seems so right just all of a sudden.


thank you bones. thank you meghan.

My Public Announcement

The following is a post by thegirlwholovestoknit.

Ladies and Gentlemen and to those who don’t "behave" like ladies or gentleman (my attempt at being PC)

I would like to make a formal public announcement, but seeing as I’m not allowed to stand on my desk and shout, and if I did shout it would only reach inappropriate ears (some hairy, some not) – I’ve decided to yell right here.

So pay attention. (I’m not yelling by the way…. Meaning gets lost in volume and I have no intention of invoking fear.)

Holly Fay will NOT be going to Australia. Holly Fay shall NOT be going anywhere to seek out people. Holly Fay shall ONLY be going to a place that interests her, and she will focus only on herself and her personal goals that involve her head and her heart and her ability to be alive and wondrous in this world.

If Holly Fay chooses to seek out people based on their peoplyness, then all she will find is people who only know things about people NOT about anything else and people like that are boring. Why? Because it’s always present people and their present state of being which says nothing about anyone or anywhere or anytime. And that’s ri-god-damn-diculous.

THEREFORE I say to Holly Fay make your portfolio, love your art, love your hands, love your vision(and find your vision) and use this world to make you feel like the best person you can be to yourself. You are the only person who should matter to you. Then the peoply-people shan’t bother you or waste your time. Why? Because you are too busy negotiating your visions with someone who cares about what you do, and how you got there, and why your mind works the way it does. And that, my lovely, is what we are all looking for. Any shmoe can love your boobs, it takes a great human to love your heart.

And with that, I conclude this public announcement and I wish all seekers of life (myself included) the greatest of adventures and the best of minds.

Most Sincerely,
Elizabeth Hurlburt

I will not be that cat lady if i have the choice.

After our little chat this morning I was left feeling really.. alone.

The other night.. a few nights ago really... i had this dream. where we were in the loyalist cafe and all of the kids i went to high school with were there and jason was there and stace was there but amy wasn't. i walked outa the cafe and all of my friends got up from our table and said "holly just stay there for a sec".. so i stayed at our table when this kid that i used to date chris came over and asked me to put this bathing suite on in the middle of the cafe. i looked around and saw that everyone was looking at me and realised something bad was happening so i said no and got up.. all of sudden everyone in the cafe got up.. and started towards me. I screamed and screamed for jason to come and for stace to help but no one did. i was running out the school and there were people trying to get at me. i finally made it home and was balling in my room on turnbull when this other girl from highschool who i hated came and tried to calm me down.. and all i could do was scream why didn't jason help me.

i woke up sobbing. all i could think of was .. omg.. im alone.

then when amy and i talked this morning.. i felt it all over again. all day. i thought about jason. and steveo. and that random from london. and i thought about stacey and my sister and her boyfriend. and i thought about amy and wes. and my mum and dad.

if i was wes (or amy for that matter) i would be straightening my shit up. there is nothing worse in this whole world then being afraid of being alone or not being good enough and he is just putting it all on himself for no reason. i don't know if he understands the pressures and the sacrifices he puts on amy.. if he knew how terrible it was on the other side maybe he wouldn't bring the guilt trips to these bitter ends? i just want to slap him and tell him to not lose the only the girl or object that will ever really love him.

i shed a tear over jason today too. its his birthday in a few weeks.. and we haven't talked since last year this time.. even on my birthday i only got an email. so. i guess thats over. and i don't know why. is there anything after that?

i dunno.. i just don't know how to get outa this rut and meet more meaningful people like amy and heidi and meghan into my life. i don't know how to meet men like jason with balls. i don't know how to do anything i want to do. i even devised a plan to move to australia today cause i thought that would solve all my problems.

no. moving will not help me meet a man who deserves me. moving will not allow me to be closer to friends who mean so much to me (unless its to australia with amy and then im in). i gotta stick this out i guess. i gotta get my shit together.

so there. i've said it. im going real job hunting tomorra morning. im finishing my portfolio this weekend and i will get a real job. until next september to when i will decide whether to move to australia with amy.

tada.

ps. i've lost weight this week!!! my work pants fit again!!!!

i miss everyone so much. of course some more than others. xxoo
waffles.

im a useless tit. no doubt about it.

ahhh. so today is tuesday. and i thought, from what the schedule at work said, that i had all week off. so i could go to get my license, car insurance, postcards printed, medical insurance etc done this week. apparently not. i work all day. every day. until sunday. and as we found out this past sunday.. no one leaves their homes to go to work on sundays. so. looks like im taken the half assed route when it comes to the post cards.. and it also looks like im not going to be a full bc resident for another week or two.

hope no one cares about that.

anyhoo.. progress with jarrett? not much. every time he's messeged me in the last two days i've been out at the gym or at work. and to tell you the truth (just to prove how desperate i am) im not sure i have much interest in him if he's so in love with kate. i know i know... i should just use him to meet some more available men. deal. he did say he had a hot roommate. all tho he sets up tents as a living.. lol. we'll see.. i do need to get out tho. so..... the saga continues. but i tell ya.. im not a triangle kinda girl. i know this will suprise all of you.. but i find them annoying and boring. and its even worse if i don't like one of the people in the triangle.

anyhoo.. i must go to the gym. OHHH and i know how proud ya'll will be when you read this next bit.

I can make an omellette. I know. Im throwing a party this weekend to celebrate. Ya'll are invited.
(im trying to make it a habit to use the word "ya'll" as much as possible cause i think its funny.

ok. so to the gym i go. then post card writing. then arm hair bleaching. sooo over due.

catchya'll on the flipside dudemeithers.
waffles.

Good ol' Snaggle Tooth.. who knew she was a beauty?

Well... im a big bailer. We decided against leaving the house yesterday to go for my tour of Victoria.. it was raining and neither of us were in the mood. So instead.. i went into town in search of roller blades. with auntie crazy. to no avail she manage to offend everything i believe in. subjects included,

*homeless people
*job opportunities
*drunk driving
*buying roller blades
*what to eat for supper
*some random diet that is stupid
*drunk driving
*the hazards of living in the city

and so on and so forth. but being the good house guest i am, did not say anything to contradict her.. and jesus crhist did i want to. then she invited me for dinner with uncle crazy and his mum. i couldn't say no. apparently.. uncle crazy gets his crazy from his mother. imagine me.. sitting a dinner table.. with the crazies! ya can't get a word in edge wise cause they are either rambling on about something they told you earlier that day.. or playing show n'tell with the ingrediates they used to cook the chicken in cause i made the mistake of commenting on it.. or they simply just chewing like cows. i tell ya.. its hard work.

anyhoo.. tried to get my post cards printed yesterday.. turns out the island of Vancouver sleeps all day and no one works.. so it'll have to wait until tuesday. gotta work all day today than the gym. so i'll be off.. to deal with the crazy german woman i work with at shoppers. my favourite line of all time:

will i don't ave any erms you know! "WELL I DON'T HAVE ANY GERMS YOU KNOW".

HILARIOUS.

ciao babas until this evening.
waffles.

Lucky Number Slevin.

Well.. first off i'll tell ya how the "date" went. And then I'll tell ya what was really going on.

Jarrett picked me up.. looking all dapper in his striped shirt and dark jeans... and there i was in dark jeans and white long sleeve shirt. started the evening underdressed *high five*. we chat the whole way into town and he says we're gonna slide around and pick up his other friend that we're going out with. ok fine. SHES gorgeous. dressed to the nines. in a casual pretty way. *high five to the girl who barely managed to find a clean shirt*.

So we go to dinner at this Jamacan Jerk Restaurant. Yeah. I myself have never been to jamacian jerk restaurant... but one would suspect there would be jamacan food and jamacan people and maybe some tunes and pretty stuff. no. none of the above. except for the tunes.. that we're being mixed by this white kid who looked like he took the gig so he could eat that night. me and sarah got adventurous and got rum punch to drink and me and jarrett headed for the buffet. i guess the definition of 'buffet' is a table with food that you help yourself to, cause thats all it was. there were three kinds of chicken, a bowl of curry sauce and a bowl of salad that might had been prepared 4 days ago. the rum punch as it turns out.. is just rum.. that has a punch to it. i was drunk off one drink *high five to the drunk new kid*.

all of sudden, the geek parade walks in. and sits at our table. 5 guys walk in. each with a bicycle helmet in hand, one pant leg tucked in their sock and wearing sandals. i think the majority were wearing glasses too. we were introduced and it was awkward so we left. but i tell ya.. that jamacian jerk has been following me ever since. *applause to the drunk new girl with gas*.

we finally make our way to the bar were we meet jarretts other friend luke. we had a decent time.. and me being me couldn't keep my eyes from roaming the room til i spotted something that got my attention. last night it turned out to the bartender in a supremely hot plaid sweater vest.. i didn't mean to be obvious but sarah saw me checking him out and was "hey.. just walk by and brush into him" and me, being the drunk that i am after a "rum punch" and three malibu, blurt out "and then what flash him my tits?". i apparently said it a little loud and jarrett and luke both looked at me like i was talkin to them and was going to flash them. *high five to drunk again*. we finally get out of there and start the drive home.

we went on a tour of the city and dropped sarah off. we talked all night.. like it was casual with no pressure.. it was just nice and fun and comfortable. we were gonna go out tonight.. but i bailed cause im exhausted.. but we have plans for tomorra.. so i felt ok with it. we talked for two hours this afternoon. i felt pretty good about the situation.

i'd only picked out 3 qualities that bugged me about him and its been full 24 hours~

a) he eats like a barbarian. you know, with your head at plate level, a fork in one hand the knife in the other, holding them like weapons, stabing at food on the plate like its trying to run away... huge turn off.

b) his friends are geeks. not just smart.. but weird too.

c) hes short. and muscular. not an inch of fat on him (totally not my type eh? lol)

and then tonight happened.

slater, my friend from high school, messeges me. asks how the night was. i said good it was fun.. etc. then she starts in about how jarretts mad at her cause she won't come out here. im a little confused until she tells me this little tune.

they went to humber together. they liked each other all through school except they were both previously attached. she comes out here this summer and ends up hooking up with him. he breaks up with his girlfriend for her. she goes back to ontario. he is now pressuring her into coming out and being with him. sigh. yeah.

so. no date. just a pity night out with strangers. everyone was super nice and friendly and thats what it was for.. to get to know people right.. a little disappointing tho. now i feel evenmore like the bumkin that moved to the city and doesn't know enough to wear fancy clothes all the time and gets drunk and gasy and says comments that only me and amy would find funny. sigh.

feeling more and more wanting to not go adventuring tomorra with him. specially if its just a favour to kate.. whom secretly i don't think i like anyways.

and the adventure continues... thinking i might just join you in austalia amy. i'll start saving now. at least there its sunny all the time and i know people.

miss you (even if your three hours away) more than ever.
waffles.

ps i watched lucky number slevin tonight and it made me happy that people who are quirky can fall in love too.

Let the embarrassing moment begin...

team.
this is my nervous face. not only am i about the embark on a city that I couldn't get myself out of.. im about to do it with a random. who is picking me up in t-minus 15 minutes.

so we're chatting last night (his name is jarrett) and he just starts popping questions. So all of a sudden I've roped myself into tonight ~ which i still don't know what we're doing ~ tomorra night ~ which seems to UFC championship night at some random pub ~ and Sunday ~ which apparently consists of a tour of Victoria. So we're pretty much married.

DEAR GOD. so he messeges me right when i get out of the shower to tell me he's on his way... and out of a fit of embarrassment and scaredness i type "BAH! IM NEKED!". damn near one of the smartest things I've ever said. sigh.

can't wait to see what other dumb ass remarks come tonight. slater (my friend from highschool) gave him a picture of me (you know the one where its me, amy and jess and we're all looking really hot?) so i hope it doesn't matter that i've gained 10 pds and no longer look black or at least tanned. lol. i saw a pic of him.. but he doesn't really look that hot.. he was wearing those dorky old person sandels (not really impressive). im gonna hope that he's better looking in real life. or at least has a sparkling personality. so far so good over msn.. but really.. how easy is it to pretend to hot and smart over msn.. you get to reread everything you type!

anyhoo. dinner was a splat last night. ended up just chucking all the chicken in the fridge for a chicken salad eventually this week. maybe lunch tomorra. i hope its not a late night.. i gotta work at 7am tomorra. sob.

and the adventures continue...
over and out.
waffles.

Adventures in Cooking... really an adventure.

Im cooking dinner. On my grill. Its almost amusing. Im sure you'd laugh if you saw it. I followed a traditional 'Brock U' receipt. It calls for cutting your chicken in to tiny pieces, cramming them into a ball of tinfoil. dumping bbq sauce, italian dressing and montreal steak spice onto the chicken, then chucking on the barbie. so far so good. but just in case ive put a regular peice of chicken on the grill too. (not that i could cook that any better... lol) i'll let you know how it turns out.

In the mean time: I have a date. Yes. A date. Unfortunately not with a hot sweatyboy from the gym (of which there were plenty of i tell ya) but with a random. You see; this girl kate that i went to high school with was talking to a friend of hers from Victoria that she went to university with and gave him my picture and email I guess.. and he messeged me last night and now im going out with him on friday. of course i could just be a normal person and admit that he's probably taking pity onthe girl who moved here with no friends.. but he didn't have to ask me.. nor did he have to messege me. sooo tada! random yes. which is good.

as for other dibits.. there are none. went to work today. was hard.. and tiring.. and now im going to the gym... after i eat the "meal" that im cooking. what a joke this might turn out to be. i'll take pictures. it'll be worth it.

so far.. goal d) is being accomplished? and a) is nearly there... auntie crazy is doing her best not to be so crazy.

talk to ya'll later (look at me and my black self :P)
over and out.
waffles.

Waiting for my damn iPod to charge.

Im les tired.

Had my first day at Shoppers today.. so far it seems pretty good. everyone is nice and willing to help (even if its not needed :|) which is nice. I get lots of hours which is nice too. I work today, thursday, friday, & saturday so far.. which is good so we'll see what next week brings. Turns out I wont have to work a Sunday ever which is awesome.

headin to the gym soonish, after my iPod charges. mum says thats a good place to meet hot sweaty boys.. so i'll give it a go. but i tell ya.. my dogs are barking. maybe ill just take a dip inthe pool instead.. with my overgrown legs. who needs to shave if there isn't anyone there is recognize that you did? lol.

mission tonight.. stay up past 9pm. and finish my book. that "Black Dahila" one. so far is very 50's crime drama. i can almost picture there outfits. lol.

over and out.
waffles.

My Crazy Aunt. And thats only the beginning.

Ohhhhhh K.

I have a crazy aunt.
She lives in a house by the sea.
She has lots and lots of money.
And yet she's still very very crazy.

There are 4 things I wanted to accomplish out here in beautiful British Columbia.
a) Not live with my mother.
b) Get a fabulously lovely apartment that I can paint.
c) Find a good job that I enjoy.
d) Meet a nice boy.

So far... I'm batting 0. Mind you it's only been 4 days.

a) I moved here to be independant. To have my own place. To survive. Little did I know.. when you rent a place from family.. your not a tenant. You are still family. My aunt babies me like I've never lived on my own before. EVERY chance I get I bring up my solo adventures to Australia and my three years of college.. AND YET.. it doesn't seem to matter. So basically I moved out my mothers house where at least i had some trust gained... to my aunts house where I got nothin. Im gonna go nuts.

b) My appartment is not an appartment. It's a basement converted into a living space. I have my own entrance.. but due to the basement conversion bit.. i have all of my aunts old furniture/paintings/cupboards/shit that she didn't want. Thanks for the furnishings... but i don't want your old bedsheets/forks/and random pots and pans. This is just a stop over to save some money.. get my barrings and find a gorgeous apartment in the city.

c) I found shoppers.. which was easy and I like it... but it's definately not career material. Maybe headoffice will give me a chance? We'll see... first day is tomorra. Looks like I'm gonna have a but load of responsiblity.. looks good on the resume at least right?

d) Boys are hard to meet. No joke. Especially ones who have jobs and are smart. Bah. I'll keep looking.

They end for now.. over and out!
waffles.

Can I use this as an art form for my portfolio?

it is completely and utterly ridiculous that i can't come up with a sentance that makes sense for this blog to begin. i want to say something witty, charming, perhaps a little funny.. but alas.. i've got nothing.

so there it is. the beginning.

now. im in this vicious circle where to start. i suppose this is a rant. a ramble. a diary. but when you live where i live and have a brain like mine.. rambling is something that i must do but have no outlet. dear god. all i want to say is that im frustrated and don't know where to start my portfolio!

do you see my dilema? i can't even write a damn blog not to mention start any of these ideas that i have for this damn portfolio that i must create to get into a school that will allow me to express more of my ideas!

how the funk am i going to go to school to learn to express my ideas if i can't express them now enough to get into the damn school.

funk. and no that word is not used to replace fuck. it is used as a term to describe how i feel. funk as in weird and strange and like i should be wearing clothing and jewellery to fit that era of music. just funk.