What an awesome Christmas break. I feel refreshed and alive. Spending time with family and friends was soy good, but drinking and dancing takes the cake/trophy/virginity. My mom rented made for TV movies, what a dear. rmbr: SYBIL. Hanging out in Langley for a couple of days was good. It was cool to not have a tree and not to buy each other stupid ( Read more... )

I'm excited to play cards and drink beer tonight. Low key compared to the rest of my new found no schooling. Tisha, Jackie and I are making up for our work not throwing a Christmas party. We get bonuses, but where is the Xmas spirit, god damnit. Oh well, my two favourites, my workin' in Whalley crew. Last night, the last customer I had amused me to ( Read more... )

Katie laughed when I told her my exam was at 8:30 in the morning. "You're not a morning person." What do you mean? "You don't do mornings." Well, when Quinn gives me an early nineties dance CD, anything is possible. Call me what you like as long as you call me time and time again. I feel so good about the exam I just stepped out of. I aced the in ( Read more... )

Now that I'm twenty - I know, right? Well, there some things I should say: umm?
I came to Langley today because today/yesterday is/was Mothers' Day. Thought I'd mix it up this year, as last year and the year before that, I got drunk off sangria at shitty Langley restaurants? Yah. So I made my family a sushi feast. Today, I hit up Value Village with ( Read more... )

Fuck 2006, I say!

Yesterday was the first day of Sem2, so my 5 class, 1 job lifestyle begins. 2007 came on a South Van rooftop. Rum, vodka, beer, champagne. Why did I not throw up? Who knows. I don't want to look back and I don't want to look ahead. Instead, savin' that for another rainy day. Most likely.
Although I'd love to write an entry, ( Read more... )

You know when you're thinking of somebody and they call you? I've had a lot of that this week. I've come to the conclusion that if I want to talk to Chelsea, all I have to do is send out thoughts and she'll call me. No more calling people, just thinkin' about em.
Last weekend, I went to Loon Lake for camp reunion. Surprisingly, I didn't think about ( Read more... )

It's late and I cannot sleep despite working in six hours. Originally sleeping over at a friend's, but I couldn't sleep, so I just left. How rude, but I cannot help being restless. Damn the rain among other things. My outside table has two empty bottles of wine, four roaches, half a cigarrello and a half full ashtray. Good-bye, weekend. The summer ( Read more... )

I don't know what day of the week I left last week, but I left for Hornby. Sitting downtown, too early for the bus with not enough time to do anything, I ate a muffin. I thought about what I didn't want to leave and what I was glad to get away from. I love sunny ferry rides. Guitars being played, children dancing in the wind, blazing, enjoying the ( Read more... )

First day off in forever. Pleasure seeking, I went to Derby Reach with Mark, sat in sushine by the water, drank some wine and read the The Walrus. Hedonism on a beach blanket, uh huh. I especially loved the Drugs, Dreams and Plants article. Tonight, I had five people over to play Risk. FYI, I love Risk. So fucking nerdy, but I can't help myself. ( Read more... )

Next week, I have a week off life more or less. This summer has been wild. I made a record amount of money and drank a record amount of alcohol. As I type this entry, I now realize that the dried blood all over the keyboard is mine. Wild summer. The next week when I go to Hornby Island will be a bridge between madness and reason. Will I, will I ( Read more... )