Monday, December 22, 2008
work is boring
I went from a snowy mountain with an endless supply of cheese to an ice cave of tacky clothes and caffeine. I rate this day a 4.5.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Disclaimer and Expectations
I've never had a blog before, but since most peoples blogs seem to be just a lot of mindless dribble and word vomit; I'm pretty sure I can handle any presupposed expectations for what it will look like.
The idea only occurred to me after finding that the best way to pass time at my increasingly dull retail post, is to skulk the internet and lurk people who I wish I new better. I especially like reading ones that mention boys I have crushes on.
This past week has been something of a regression. You see, September 1st marked the beginning of my supposed independence as a young adult. I moved into an apartment in the West End of Vancouver, admittedly, not a huge leap from my parents' West Vancouver abode. Up until recently I hadn't encountered any serious problems with the place, but this all changed when I got bed bugs. Say what you will about cleanliness, but those insects are basically the real estate equivalent of the Clap in the West End. I haven't a clue how they came about infesting my place, I can only venture to blame my promiscuity and penchant for boys who live in Studios/Warehouses... or possibly the bugs' recent appearance in a neighboring apartment (most rational, least incriminating explanation). Regardless of how you swing it, they are there. I've had the place fumigated and now all that rests is to get it done for the second time and wait it out as painlessly as possible. I'm lucky that i've been able to stay at my parents' house. Its been pleasant, cost efficient, and sort of seasonally appropriate. That being said, its now sunday afternoon, I'm hung over, its snowing, I'm basically on a mountain, and as we approach my second week of guest room residency I'm beginning to feel the cabin fever encroaching. Which I guess takes us full circle to explain precisely why I'm starting this blog.
I'm really into the idea hibernating this winter out. Focus on personal projects, make crafts, party less, sleep more, become more emotionally stable, do well in school this coming semester, and fall in love.
None of these things will realistically happen. In fact, its more likely that I'll grow increasingly depressed, develop a coke habit, produce nothing of value or artistic merit, sleep around, and put on ten pounds (thanks mom). However, to my credit, I knit a pretty nifty scarf yesterday. I'm really attracted to obscenely large winter accessories.
This is a picture of my sister wearing the scarf I knit.
The idea only occurred to me after finding that the best way to pass time at my increasingly dull retail post, is to skulk the internet and lurk people who I wish I new better. I especially like reading ones that mention boys I have crushes on.
This past week has been something of a regression. You see, September 1st marked the beginning of my supposed independence as a young adult. I moved into an apartment in the West End of Vancouver, admittedly, not a huge leap from my parents' West Vancouver abode. Up until recently I hadn't encountered any serious problems with the place, but this all changed when I got bed bugs. Say what you will about cleanliness, but those insects are basically the real estate equivalent of the Clap in the West End. I haven't a clue how they came about infesting my place, I can only venture to blame my promiscuity and penchant for boys who live in Studios/Warehouses... or possibly the bugs' recent appearance in a neighboring apartment (most rational, least incriminating explanation). Regardless of how you swing it, they are there. I've had the place fumigated and now all that rests is to get it done for the second time and wait it out as painlessly as possible. I'm lucky that i've been able to stay at my parents' house. Its been pleasant, cost efficient, and sort of seasonally appropriate. That being said, its now sunday afternoon, I'm hung over, its snowing, I'm basically on a mountain, and as we approach my second week of guest room residency I'm beginning to feel the cabin fever encroaching. Which I guess takes us full circle to explain precisely why I'm starting this blog.
I'm really into the idea hibernating this winter out. Focus on personal projects, make crafts, party less, sleep more, become more emotionally stable, do well in school this coming semester, and fall in love.
None of these things will realistically happen. In fact, its more likely that I'll grow increasingly depressed, develop a coke habit, produce nothing of value or artistic merit, sleep around, and put on ten pounds (thanks mom). However, to my credit, I knit a pretty nifty scarf yesterday. I'm really attracted to obscenely large winter accessories.
This is a picture of my sister wearing the scarf I knit.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Number One
Often times, I'll wind up somewhere - a party or bar usually - and find that I imiadiatly drawn into a dark corner and quickly blend into a pretty typical wallflower. Lately however, I've been making a point to get so fucked up that I have no choice but to be noticed. Conversation happens, friends happen, mistakes happen, and ultimately stories happen.
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