I think it's really rude when people (friends of friends of friends) raid a stranger's (my friend's) fridge without asking and drink ALL the beer in it, including a special beer hidden in the back. People are so discourteous.

Since I'm giving up the lease for the basement suite in March, I'm currently packing all my stuff in between the Olympics and trip preparation to make the move a bit smoother and less hurried ( Read more... )

I've been going through my old music and picking out songs from the bubblegum 90's so I can listen to them during my trip ( Read more... )

Note to self: Don't stay up any later than 2:00AM unless occupied. It starts to suck exponentially with time.

The answer to my dilemma: Just talk with the person causing it.

I never thought of that until now. I was blind to the obvious.

Seems like all I needed was some good sleep and some stuff to keep my mind off my problems so I could think outside of the box.

We'll see how it goes in 36 hrs.

You listen to other people's depressing stories with some sort of detached feeling since it's not happening to you. Then it actually happens to you. End detachment.

I haven't seriously attended an anime convention since 2005. On some strange whim, I decided to go volunteer at this weekend's Anime Evoluton. Okay, it's not all whim. Part of my Five-Year Plan is to do a bit of volunteer work relating to art in some way. Anime Evolution is a start, I suppose. *shrugs ( Read more... )

I've decided to go to art school as a major part of a Five-Year Plan. And maybe one outside of Vancouver.

Now I need to mull over it for a while to make sure this is a real plan and not some emotional drivel that is easily satisfied with an ice cream cone and some shopping.

That Boom Boom Pow song from the Black Eyed Peas slowly grew on me. I first heard it around a month ago and thought it was awful. Then I saw the video a dozen times in Copenhagen. I guess each time I watched it, I thought it was a bit better than the last time. It's probably because I like the strange video concept.

Back in Gr. 7, I sort of read a novel called The Valley of Horses. "Sort of" read it because, frankly, the book was ridiculously long and my English comprehension has always been a bit behind my years (i.e. I found it too hard to understand and gave up). Back then, it was very popular with my fellow female classmates (Well, I went to an all-girl ( Read more... )