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Wednesday, January 24th, 2007
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10:44 am
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So let's see.
Went to Seattle. Love Seattle. Was supposed to go for the weekend and stayed for two weeks, working for room and board at the hostel where I was staying, planning revolutions, writing poetry, figuring my shit out.
I am still in flux but a sort of more-drectioned flux. Unfortunately what I figured out is that i want a life outside what is considered acceptable by my family, which is not something that is going to go over well.
Basically I want to drop out of school and just be a poet. Having that conversation with my mother would probably prove that you can, in fact, cause people to die via telekenisis over the phone.
I just can't see how spending 2600 a semester to read books I could read on my own and garner just as much knowledge from is helping me at all, especially in a field in which having an actual BA is going to assist me absolutely nil in getting work. I feel like I'm wasting my time and money here and I'm not even enjoying it that much.
So this is a scary prospect. I'm not sure how I will approach this, but I hold that there's no reason to be unhappy. I could drop out now with no repercussions except being strangled, but things with my family are bad enough right now. I have called them very little, and since I don't have a phone they can't call me. Not talking to them doesn't really bother me at all, nor does it make my life much more difficult. I just hate that I don't even sort of want to talk to my own parents, but every time I try to talk to my mother she gives me a massive list of my faults and just manages to make me feel even worse than I did before (this is particularly true in cases where I wasn't even sure this was possible; an extremely impressive skill, if you ask me!)
I am exhausted but I will be fine. I miss Seattle. I miss nonjudgement. There's not a single person in the world who knows how to just fucking listen.
current mood:  Sleep.
current music: Emery Carl- Bruise
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| Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007
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7:36 pm
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come in, come in, come in-
from under these darling skies-
come in.
It's warm and it's safe here and almost harkening,
Off to a time and place now lost on our imagination.
Where you don't complain, but you still do
and you don't explain,
if you want to- explain
what you believe you say without shame, 'I just do!'
To say what you mean you don't mean what you say
-Or you do
Where the wild are strong
And the strong are the darkest ones
And you're the darkest one.
Gordon, you are the poet of poets.
I think I finally made it off the emotional rollercoaster, tonight. Odd, because my dad is going in for surgery in 36 hours which is pretty risky, I am leaving in 4 days to go back to a place to which I don't want to go bac, my brother and I are fighting constantly and I am still in love with an old flame even though we are over and I broke his heart too badly to ever hope for anything.
Yet- calm.
The fact is that at this point in my life, what is making me unhappy can be changed. Mom claims it is because I am so so so bad at acting my age, I spend my free time with "the saddest poeple in the world" and I worry about money too much. I disagree. But at my age, I have the power to change what makes me unhappy, for the most part. I am so confused and afraid of what will happen after this term is over- but the fact of the matter is, it is my choice. I am the boss.
I'm scared as hell but I'm in the driver's seat and there is no aborting now.
I like that feeling.
I think things will be okay. The fog has, at least somewhat, cleared, and I am thinking coherently for the first time in far too long. It's a breath of fresh air.
current mood:  Getting there.
current music: The Hip
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| Monday, January 1st, 2007
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4:02 pm
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Fourteen days back, four days left. I have:
Been sober on exactly two days.
Had very vindicitive sex once.
Fought lots with my older brother.
Told the love of my life as such- words in the past tense are worse than a punch in the guts but I'm okay, really.
Rethought my plans.
Cried a lot.
Made a lot of soup.
Danced a great deal.
Finished the year from hell.
Hung out with my dog a lot.
Gotten told by my father that I am the greatest thing to ever happen to him (d'awwww).
Spent real quality time with my grandmother.
Tried and failed to get my shit thoroughly together- come to the realization that it will take longer than two weeks.
Resolved to do this in the new year.
Slept past noon almost every day.
As a result, forgotten to call Kaya repeatedly.
Recieved more hugs than I could concievably enumerate.
Decided to, if things continure with Vancouver as before, consider seriously the possiblility of relocating to Montreal in the fall.
Seen a lot of really great music.
Written a handful of good songs.
Driven a car for the first time in months and probably one of the last times for some time.
Spent too much money.
Made some amends.
It's been a wild ride and I am not nearly ready for it to be over.
current mood:  Not yet.
current music: Leonard Cohen- So Long, Marianne.
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| Friday, December 22nd, 2006
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4:50 pm - Hell's boilin' over and heaven is full.
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Someone needs to please ensure that this song is played at my funeral.
being home is the strangest fucking experience of my life. I feel like such a foreigner, which in and of itself is strange since I lived in this goddamned city for most of my formative years. Thjis, in turn, makes it feel even more foreign.
Fuck.
I've been pretty unhappy since I've been home- or not even, just...not even really there. I don't really feel anything but uncomfortable and sad and often want to cry at random and inappropriate moments.
Seeing people from the past feels like I'm doing Hope's Exboyfriends Tour 2006. This may be a contributing factor to the not feeling so hot.
My family is, if possible, even more rickety and insane than before- my brother has developed one hell of a sense of entitlement and a very solid idea that the sun does, in fact, shine out of his ass. This makes me sad. I don't know if me staying would have impacted this at all since it was certainly developing at the end of the Summer when I moved, but a very minute part of me is going "that's yer fault!" My parents, as well, seem to enjoy yelling and cursing at each other even more than they once did- a mean feat, to be sure.
Holy fuck this sucks.
I also haven't been eating or sleeping and have been drinking far too much. This si definitely not helping.
I am supposed to be relaxing and enjoying the holidays! Instead I am even more on edge and hate everything!
I want to go back to Vancouver with the crackwhores and yuppies- cool people from St. john's can come visit -me- for fuck's sake.
ARGH.
current mood:  Nein!
current music: Tom Waits- Dirt in the Ground
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| Monday, December 18th, 2006
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10:52 pm
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Longest day. Oh good lord.
Murphy's law held true in every possible instance- my luggage is even still in Vancouver (Air Canada: making travelling across the country even MORE unpleasant since I've been travelling it).
The important part of this, however, is that I am HOME. Home to a dog and two parents who love me, to a neighbourhood where we don't lock our door at night, to a full fridge and hugs and old friends and a brother who has gotten even MORE handsome.
It feels so good.
It was about time.
There's no place like home for the holidays.
p.s. jet lag sucks. but right now? worth it.
current mood: Finally.
current music: Paul Simon- You Can Call Me Al
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| Saturday, December 16th, 2006
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3:14 am
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Guess who's got a muthafuckin' 3.4 GPA?
Yeah that's right.
Tonight I got drunk on cheap wine with girls from Sri Lanka, Lebanon and Hungary.
Then talked about male-dominated professions and the police force with an awesome bus driver in the snow on the way home.
and promiscuous sex with my roommate.
Back to Newfoundland in two days.
I'm thinking about making breakfast right now.
Or going to Denny's, except I don't even know if I can get there because the cirty SHUTS DOWN in two inches of snow.
Vancouver, you are weak and so I laugh at you.
HAHHAHAHah
I feel amazing. Exams are over. My brain can now recuperate from months of overstuffing with information. I feel like I've been suffering from constipation of the mind.
Should I make pasta?
I should make pasta.
current mood:  Yes.
current music: Atmosphere- Blamegame
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| Wednesday, December 13th, 2006
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11:09 pm
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Something is on fire in my neighbourhood. I know this because the sirens- one of the MINIMUM five I hear a day (I've been counting)- have not stopped and it has been quite awhile.
My new place is not working out quite so well as I had hoped. The roommates and I have yet to really bond, nor can we seem to find anything to talk about, resulting in a lot of awkward silences. I do not feel comfortable bringing friends here. I do not really feel comfortable here myself.
It's only been ten days, but I'm thinking of maybe looking for something else. Something where I don't have to watch my back or get catcalled on the way home. The easiest way to make me want to kill you is to call me "Sexy". Not like, someone I know and like bein' all like "Hope, yer sexy", I mean like my FUCKING NEIGHBOUR ACROSS THE STREET yelling lecherous "hey sexy"s as I'm coming in from buying fucking groceries.
Vancouver is getting to me. I am tired of the apathy and the squalor and the fucking yuppies who do not give a shit about anyone who doesn't own a $300 coffee table.
I was pretty involved in an anti-poverty protest on Sunday (news story [and terrible picture of yours truly] here.) that felt really empowering, and will be doing more of the same in the near future.
Exams are killing me. I am very, very ready right now to give up, throw in the towel, go home and let my mother take care of me for two and a half weeks. I fucking give up.
current mood: BOO.
current music: Sebadoh- Coming in from the Cold
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| Sunday, December 3rd, 2006
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5:40 pm
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I am sitting on my bed in a lovely, well-lit room in East Vancouver in house that Chris, Mike and most notably at this moment, I live in.
The nice thing about owning almost nothing is that moving takes literally five minutes if you don't count the drive from Burnaby. The place is working out extremely nicely, and my lack of furniture turned out to be a non-issue thanks to my ingenuity and Bunny having a spare matress. I've concluded that I really do lead a charmed life.
On this note, I am, I suppose, seeing someone. Honestly, I have not felt this happy-excited-butterflyed-giggly about someone in what feels like centuries but christ, it's like that part of me just woke up when I met her. Her name is Jessie, she studies Classics at UBC and is absolutely stunning in many ways. I've scarcely thought of anything else.
Which is problematic, since I have a women's studies paper due tomorrow morning that I am seriously stuck about. In a flurry of productivity, I got to page five (it's supposed to be ten) and ran out of ideas entirely. I've managed to make it nearly six but six is not eight-to-ten. Therein lies the problem. Also that this is my LAST ASSIGNMENT and I am really not in the mood to do it but my grade relies really heavily on this.
I would really like school to be over plzkthx.
Today I took a shower in a real bathtub and cooked myself some spiced aggplant with spinach. I have done neither of these in MONTHS.
BLISS.
If someone wants to give me some fresh ideas on how we treat menstruation like a disorder, I'd love to hear them, because I am fresh out.
current mood:  So much at once.
current music: Tegan and Sara- I know I know I know
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| Tuesday, November 28th, 2006
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10:28 pm - If you weren't real, I would make you up.
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The fact that this song is apparently on some OC soundtrack makes it an instant guilty pleasure but I kind've love it. I've never seen the show, but I know the stupid girls on my floor who scream constantly and fake orgasms loudly in the middle of the hall when I'm trying to sleep really like it, which leads me to believe it can't possibly be worth wasting one's time.
We had a "massive winter storm" last weekend that dumped five inches of snow on the ground- and THE CITY SHUT DOWN. I kind've chuckled under my Newfoundlander's breath because we still go to school in five inches of snow. It's weird how people in BC try to justify being wusses about their winter "It's a wet cold!" they exclaim. I do not point out that St. john's is on the goddamned ocean and A WHOLE LOT COLDER AND SNOWIER SO SUCK IT UP BITCHES.
Had to postpone moving because roads on Sunday were a little treacherous on this god-forsaken mountain, therefore next Sunday it will happen and I will be delighted. Helloooooo real world. In the mean time, I will live on oranges and wheat germ and try to spend as little money as possible.
Finals are coming up and I am more than a little daunted- plus I have this fucking paper to finish. I'm halfway through and out of ideas. Need to kickstart it somehow, but exactly how is beyond me.
"Liquor" is the only thing that really comes to mind and that costs money.
Okay, I admit it, I am fucking freezing.
grraaaaaah.
current mood:  everything you want is wrong.
current music: Joseph Arthur- Honey and the Moon
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| Friday, November 24th, 2006
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8:15 pm
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So what I've learned this week is that even though this band reminds me of really bad times I cannot help but listen to them because they are that fucking good. Also that my new roommates are going to be lovely (have I mentioned that Chris drives trains? For some reason I find that really amazing), that my mother is less of a douchebag than I had previously thought (actually more or less an angel for fronting me my rent with very little yelling until I get student loan/bursary/whatever), and that people change very little. Being able to make up with particular exes with whom friendship at all was a write-off feels really good.
I have done absolutely nothing productive today and do feel kind of bad. Women's studies paper got an extension- nmeaning I will procrastinate further- meaning I am fucked. Weird that I only know that I've been working on this for a fucking month because it's spanned two periods.
At least the ol' womb's good for one thing.
I am broke and hungry and literally cannot afford to buy food. Fuck. Just when I actually get a fucking kitchen. Honestly, though, I'd rather die than ask the folks for any other money. I only brought the rent thing up with Mom because I had zero other options short of selling my goddamn body.
I have to move on Sunday. And buy furniture, and borrow a car. Where the money for this is coming from, I have no idea. But I am really looking forward to it- I can stop feeling like I have to censor myself and cut the people who hate me for not shaving my armpits out of my life. This is why I came to vancouver! hurrah!
I'm going busking tomorrow, hopefully to render myself slightly less entangled in the throes of poverty. Feel bad because it's been two weeks since I've gone to FNB but my reality is being checked thoroughly enough that I can handle it. I do miss occaisional exchanges with probably-straight-crush-woman. Sigh.
Ahhhhhh.
Fail.
current mood: Poverty of spirit.
current music: Isis- low tide
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| Tuesday, November 14th, 2006
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1:04 am - C'est fini le temps de brioche- on mange d'la misere pour souper.
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I tried to tell my mother I think I'm a lesbian. She told me it was a phase.
"But you always liked boys!"
We are not getting along. Have come to the conclusion that the woman is a control freak, which becomes problematic when one is literally on the other side of the country. That said, it is much easier to avoid in that sense because I can (and have, frequently) just hang up the damn phone.
The solution is a student loan and a permenant address in BC, both of which I'll have in a month's time if all goes well. Strange to not be looking for a place without some strings of temporariness attached- rather, somewhere to make into a home. To not have plans to move for me is something really foreign- even in St. John's I was always eyeing the Buy and Sell for someplace else to move. As such, I'm being very careful about with whom I move in and where exactly I'll be living. Going to school on a fucking mountain does not make this easy.
I have rekindled my love for Quebecois reggae as I do periodically, and it never fails to get me where it hurts- "Cherie, l'hiver va etre tough cet annee"- That's right.
I kind of feel like I will never be dry or warm again. It's like when I was going out with Jordan and it was February and they hadn't turned on the heat at Fleming yet.
Now, if I were really a full-blown lesbian I wouldn't still think about Jordan Young and wish I'd been something other than sixteen and crazy and stupid when we were together, non? I really have no idea. All I know is that the dick is really not doing it for me and it hasn't for a really jesus long time. Maybe there are exceptions. I've always sort of been of the school that it's people and not genders that matter, either way.
I'll be back in St. Jizzle in five weeks time- a little bizarre. I'm a little wary of what that will be like, but there's really no point in stressing it. I'm home for ten days, seven of which will be spent in St. John's- hopefully all drunk and fabulous. I miss India beer so bad, it's not even fit.
I ahve an exam in several hours. This is so unwise.
current mood:  Gaaaaaah.
current music: Les Cowboys Fringants- L'hiver Approche
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| Friday, November 10th, 2006
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5:24 am - don' put nothin' in it 'less y'feel it!
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I have strep throat and am about two weeks behind on all my work but I am content to sit and eat key-lime flavored soft tofu in my room on what is my weekend's beginning. This is the first meal I have eaten today because the dining hall is awful and I was too lazy to drag myself off this god-forsaken mountain to go to the goddamned grocery store.
But I did, and Nassim and I got coffee and studied and caught up with Steph and Brendan and Brendan may have a room for me in his house on Commercial, which would be simply -too- perfect for words. He's awkward and possibly wants to sleep with me but is also very timid so it's no big deal.
On the bus home Nassim and I lamented how we are absolutely shit poor with no hope of getting un-poor in the near future...but things will be fine. Because they always are. Something or other will pull through.
I have a totally nonemotional relationship with a football player from Surrey named Bryn. At first glance this seems like a joke, but he's a sociology major and the most insightful person I've spoken to here, as well as a motherfucking sex god. We are, essentially, friends who talk about Socrates for hours and then fuck until five in the morning on schoolnights and go our seperate ways. I have not yet established in my head what happens when one of us meets someone else but I'm confident that it won't happen til I move out of res and this'll probably be finished by then anyway. It may just be a matter of convenience that a guaranteed good lay is only two floors up.
Am looking at houses. Stressing me out. Will probably fail school!
oi.
Life hard, friends.
Fortyish days til I'm back in Newfoundland, which is neither here nor there. I am looking forward to family and old friends and the Ship and St. John's cold and homecooked meals. It's only for ten days, anyway.
Homework.
Ok.
current mood:  Any day now.
current music: Nina Simone- I Shall Be Released
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| Tuesday, October 31st, 2006
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9:13 pm
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Okay.
I don't care how ridiculous Mick Jagger is. This is one of the best rock-n-roll songs of all time. The woman's voice in the background actually physically makes the hair on my arms stand up.
So I've run into some finance issues and have to move out of res- tuition will be fine but I can't deal with a million dollars for living here and the fucking shitty and expensive mandatory meal plan. So...off campus it is. I'm looking in Commercial drive-ish area and results thus far are positive. Fingers crossed. Thank goodness for Craigslist.
I've got an editorial writing gig for some indy website now, but it's not currently a paying deal...still, soon, I hope. I need to find myself some menial labor in the meantime.
This finance business has lead to basically not being comfortable talking to my mother because she keeps yelling at me that I am stupid and irresponsible and why couldn't I just stay in St. John's...oi.
Dad came to visit last weekend, though, and that was really good. We actually bonded for possibly the first time ever- I gave him the hobo tour of the DTES and he told me later he was very effected by it...awesome.
Changing minds, changing the world...it's all degrees.
School is stressful but I still love it. Next semester will be better. I hope. I switched out of IS and into Women's Studies/Economics. Sexy.
Friends are good and...good. I ahve a crush on a girl I think is straight. Whatever. I'm gonna not think about that for awhile.
Life good.
current mood: anxious
current music: Rolling Stones- Gimme Shelter
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| Tuesday, October 17th, 2006
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9:28 am - A poem.
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Vancouver #11
Autumn's fallin' hard and
draggin' me down,
down with it-
out of sight and out of my mind.
Maybe it's the
Slow striptease of trees
against a grey silk sheet of sky that reminds me
how hard
I just wanna be fucked, or maybe it's just bad luck,
months with no sunlight or goodnight's sleep
tight in the arms of some stranger who wil not
make me coffee or call or
maybe he will and it'll be
"hi sorry I can't take your call right now
but I've jumped in front of a skytrain and it may be
some time before I get back to you
no matter how much i liked
the bruises you left between my thighs."
It's all lies and never enough of them, but
I'm not ashamed, it's just how I do, baby.
Fuck me and leave me lonely, it's the ideal
interaction cos I can't do love but sublimation only gets a girl so far in this world. I can
Only roll so many cigarettes before my fingers turn yellow and who's gonna fuck me then, huh?
Truth is I'm a liar and a whore and I'm asking for it but no one's been giving me any answers these days and that's all I'm looking for.
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| Monday, October 16th, 2006
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2:51 am
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Midterrrrrrrms render me slightly skewed. Fucked.
I am enjoying school and life in general. My friends are lovely and we do lovely things and Vancouver is a great city.
I do this Food not Bombs thing every Saturday where we get together and cook mostly organic, all vegetarian food for the homeless and addicted in what's known as the poorest postal code in Canada. It is usually good but sometimes hard.
This week there was a sign in Pidgeon Park, where they all hang out, that said
CHARLES
[picture of a smiling boy on what I expect was his parents' couch]
PLEASE CALL HOME.
WE LOVE YOU.
I cried. It was the saddest fucking thing I've seen in my life.
I am having boy troubles in that I am mildly preoccupied with a film major on my floor but I can't remember how to have a relationship that doesn't start with getting drunk and fucking. Add to this the fact that I have evidently reverted to junior high and seem to believe that the best way to handle a crush is to AVOID HIM AT ALL COSTS. And whenever anyone hits on me, I am just so disgusted that I don't even know what to do with myself.
I am very confused by where I fit in in this whole thing.
Food is hideous and I've dropped to what's alomst to skinny even by my standards, even without trying. I don't know what to think or that either.
Annnnd I have been acting and it rains hard and the trees are still enormous.
Sigh.
I just need a hug and a good night's sleep. instead I will chainsmoke and cram.
Goodnight.
current music: Elliot Smith- Twilight
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| Tuesday, September 5th, 2006
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12:33 am
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I am listening to the Evens in some HUGE headphones in my dorm room at SFU, which is already somewhat messy, but immaculately decorated. From my window I can see gigantic trees, glittery Vancouver lights, the Pacific and the Rockies. It's a binge for the eyes.
Today my new friends and I did our laundry in our pyjamas and played Scrabble, had sack races with our laundry bags while waiting for the dryers and hiked all around Burnaby Mountain at dusk. I really am delighted to be here, even if leaving Newfoundland was more than a little hellish. I'm confident that I made absolutely the right decision.
I start classes tomorrow- Philosphy and German in the morning, Microeconomics in the afternoon. I'm ridiculously excited. We all are- Scott in Theatre, Nina and Kayla also in International Relations and Nassim in Enviro. I really love them- we spent alllll yesterday afternoon in this place called Turks on Commercial Drive drinking free trade and talking about global issues. This is everything I ever could have asked for. I start volunteering at the campus radio station and the queer centre this coming week, and i think i'm going to join the yoga club and SFPIRG.
THESE THINGS EXIST!
Gone back to strict vegetarianism, considering going vegan again because it's pretty easy- caf food is awful except that they do some kinda cool things with tofu. I'll live.
Class in seven hours. I can't believe this is finally fucking happening.
Whoa.
current mood:  holyshiti'mincollege
current music: The Evens- Sara Lee
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| Saturday, August 5th, 2006
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3:42 pm
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It's nearly four in the afternoon, I've been up for an hour and a half and I'm lying naked in bed listening to woman folk music.
AWESOME.
Last night was great.I wasn't really in the mood for Kremlin-style dancing, but I had some very revealing conversations- Susan and I finally patched up after far too long, and thank God. I wasn't ready to leave with that hanging over my head. I'm relieved.
Ran into Dave. Drank red wine on the harbourfront and made out sommore. That's actually all we ever do, except talk about philosophy and sex. He's far too beautiful and I'm SO CONFOUNDED I HAVE NO IDEA.
I'm moving literally across the country in three weeks, and at this point everything feels last-ditch. I want to do everything I've never done, fuck everyone I've ever wanted to fuck and just generally wreak havoc in every way imaginable. I've been trying to get out for so long that I think I've run the gamut of emotions you can have for a town and its people- and felt most of them in the past two weeks. It's like being really angry at someone you're attracted to;
-IHATEYOUSOMUCH
-But you're so gorgeous!
-BUTIHATEYOUSOMUCH!
-But you're so gorgeous!
Oi.
I guess I'm excited but i'm also really sad to be leaving. I've carved out a nice little hole in the world for myself here, one that I really have learned to love.
Things will work out, either way. I have faith.
current mood: Guess we'll see.
current music: Sarah Harmer- The Hideout
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| Sunday, July 30th, 2006
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2:24 pm
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Frankly, I'm disappointed in myself.
The show last night went beautifully, I think maybe the best time I've preformed. Getting better? Maybe. It's weird to have strangers tell me I have a beautiful voice.
After my set I became designated beer-getter for White Tara, which became designated beer-getter for White Tara and ME. A lot. Hooboy.
Danced, had fun, made out with my #1 crush of life. Cool.
SOMEHOW (???) ended up going home with classics professor.
Normally I'm fine with casual sex. I mean, s'long as it's safe and whatever, it's all good. This is different in a couple of ways, though.
1. He's fucking thirty-fucking-seven.
2. He likes me. Like actually. And I do not really reciprocate.
This breaks the fundamental rule of fun-for-the-whole-family slutting around.
Oi.
Anyway, I'm not going to call him. If he calls me, I'll be straight about it. S'all I can do, I guess.
In exactly four weeks I am moving awaaaaaaaay. I'm taking really sweet courses next semester, though, so it's cool.
My mommy is coming to visit tonight. I'm glad, I've missed her. Hope the psycho bitch incident is not repeated.
I have a really bad craving for pasta. Give me starch or give me death!
hahahano.
current mood: Jerk.
current music: Matt Good- Suburbia
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| Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
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5:24 pm
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Let's recap-
1. Halifax was ok. It was nice to see Melissa even though she and I were both hella cranky.
2. I am registered at SFU but all I want to do right now is go to the MUN admissions office and beg them to take me because FUCK LEAVING ST. JOHN'S. I love my life. I don't want to fuck with that.
Except I know I should go and I probably will. I've been working towards this for nearly a decade and going back on it now is a HUGE FUCKING COP-OUT.
3. I've been quasi-dating a Classics professor. He is brilliant and funny and I like him a hell of a lot. He's also twenty-point-five years my senior, so I don't know how that will work out, but we'll see.
4. My clothes are falling off me. I cannot wait to get paid on Friday.
5. I'm playing at the Alternative Friday with White Tara. Come.
6. Work is still amazing and amazingly stressful.
7. I've been reading Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du Mal and it makes me weak in the knees. Holy shit.
S'all I got.
kthx.
current mood: yaddayaddayadda.
current music: Stephen malkmus- Baby C'mon
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