House sitting, babysitting. A lot of sitting. I'm bored. Today, I took the Albian ferry three times. Thank God Alex was willing to hang out with me today even after attempting public transportation in Maple Ridge. Death by Maple Ridge transit. Walking across the bridge by the Fort Pub, I became swamped with memories, both bitter and bitter. ( Read more... )

After all the poetry slam pieces had been read and votes were tallied, things were over. I started leaving and noticed one poet discreetly leave around back. I knew what she was doing because I've been there. Four blocks north a week ago, I was there. I, too, hate losing and I hate losing at life. Stumbling with words, awkward silence, apologizing ( Read more... )

Easter is arguably the worst time of the year for me. Nonetheless, I have had two great dinners this weekend. I went to Tisha's big family dinner. Her mom made me martinis. I felt like the biggest nancy boy ever, holding my cranberry martini and sitting by the fire. Her family is so funny, every member. Tisha bought me a bunch of martini glasses ( Read more... )

I kept wanting to update during end of school/maybe I'll runaway and never come back time. I still have 2 exams and will study for them, but in reality, I am finished. Also, my birthday came and went. In honor of these two things, I have consumed a record amount of alcohol this week. Last night was the pinnacle of such behavoir. I went to the ( Read more... )

Sometimes, my mom likes to call me. A particular memorable phonecall started like this: Michael, I'm writing my will and I need to know what you want in my room. I've already decided which paintings you get, but do you like any furniture? You can have whatever, but if I die, I'll need you to come home from Vancouver and take care of your brothers ( Read more... )

Babysitting my now thirteen year old brother's birthday party does not have its perks. I cannot believe I no longer have a brother who is twelve years old. Where has the time gone, etc. What a modern day tragedy. I'm keeping my eye on a buch of prepubescent teens and preteens, cussing as they play Star Wars Battlefront II. I just drank the last of ( Read more... )

Cleaning the basement, cleaning the basement. It's my ideal Monday/every day!
I love that my jeans from high school are bigger than my jeans now, that I have bad skin in every picture I found and that I finally found my Writing 12 binder. Bout time. I found my stuffed ducky. I don't know what to do with it. Letters, CDs, IRLs (omgwtf), pogs, Andrea' ( Read more... )

Oh Marie-Antoinette, you kidster.
Finally, I saw Memoirs of a Geisha. It was fine. Just fine. Now I'm excited to see Marie-Antoinette! I remember being in high school and in Mr. Bull's class. I wrote an essay on her because she was so interesting. That movie is so far away. I'll be 19 by then. I forgot how close that was. Doesn't seem like it will ( Read more... )

My ears hurt from the cold. It's not worth going outside. If only the world came to me. I'd appreciate the world in a catalogue. Part Ikea catalogue and part UBC Course Guide - without Computer Science 101. Never again.
For the first time in forever, I was sick. Funny as I was just talking about being grade 12 sick. I still worked and moved. Now I ( Read more... )

Man, I am not looking foward to this weekend. Tired and axious.

In other news, I cannot wait to have a room to fully live in. I'll have a screen to talk to people through - like Emily Dickinson used to do - and my belongings in Vancouver will marry my belongings in Langley - marriage (you love the hyphens - ). - - -
I'm sick today, but not nasty ( Read more... )