Thursday, May 31, 2007

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Blog Therapy II

I have trusted a known compulsive liar with information closest to my heart, yet I cannot trust my friends, family or significant others when they say that they love me.

I don't fear abandonment. I assume it.

I have been meaning to do this for a long time. And some one else needs to hear this to help make it real.

C J: You taught me what it is to have a broken heart. You still have not apologized. You were my best friend for the toughest years of school, through awkward tween-dom into adolesence. You were the first friend that I felt I could talk to about anything and not be judged. I thought that you might be one of the only people who had ever really understood me. You took me out on my first date. When you moved away from Cayuga you promised that we would always stay friends, and even wrote "To Liz, my bestest friend for ever, love Chris" on a picture that I still have.

You made a promise that you could not keep.

I guess that's what I've always believed: that no one can really keep that promise. And so I have never trusted anyone to love me that does not constantly reaffirm it. It has screwed with my relationships and friendships for WAY too long. It ends now. You were an asshole. You lied. But, even though you've never asked for it: I forgive you. Because I'm over it.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Free Speech*

Thank goodness there's no censorship on the internet.

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Saturday, May 26, 2007

Why do I Still Get a Daily Horoscope?

From the people that brought you "anything planted in the ground will be certain to grow today" in February:

March 20 - April 18
Your heart is going pitter-patter, dear Aries, and you are tempted to escape into a romantic fantasyland in which you play the starring role. The bad news is that something may be trying to hold you back. It could be that evil is coming on the scene and reminding you that work needs to be done here on Earth before you can go off into your own little fairy-tale world.

... what?

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Lyrics of the Night

I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.
He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shoppin'
And has buttered scones for tea.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.
He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
I cut down trees. I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear Papa.
He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!
What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My!
And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

A Dog Day Afternoon

Two nights ago I came upon a stranger on Lasalle Blvd across from Walmart.


She is beautiful. A Husky/Collie (I think). I have called the Sudbury Animal Control/Shelter, and submitted her picture to the online database. They offered to come and pick her up, but at the time I said "She's no trouble, I don't mind hanging on to her for a day or two". Sigh. Now we have a problem.
The longer she stays here the less likely she is going to the shelter. We've been taking short walks (away from the Cambrian security centre). She is super friendly- if not a little attention starved :p and doesn't seem to bark or bite or cause any trouble at all. I find it hard to believe that someone won't call for her soon. Then the shelter will call me immediately and she can go home to her family...

Monday, May 14, 2007

I have an audience!

And all I had to do was sulk to find out. Geez guys if I'd known people were reading I would have put worthwhile things up here. As it is... ummmm...

Friday, May 11, 2007

Insert Title Here

What does it matter? you're all on Facebook now anyways

That's not true, Erica is still here ;) Although she's probably hung-over. I am.

Truely I'm updating whether or not there are people here because I realized something the other night. After years of trying to force myself to keep a journal, I finally have. I have been writing in this stupid thing for almost 2 years now and even if it hasn't improved my creative writing one ounce, I do have a sort of portal to my past out of it. Which is a little cool.

Status: I still have not heard back from Grad school. And it is not amusing me. I am emailing Concordia today to find out what is going on because I'm getting a little anxious. Actually replace "a little" with "excessively" and the word "anxious" with "insane".
Zellers is Zellers and peddling booze is peddling booze. It pays the bills, I hate most of humanity most of the time and everything would be a lot better if I didn't have "performance goals" and "high fives" and "bosses" and could just do my damn job. Actually I like my Check-out manager at Zellers. But pretty much everyone else I report to is a dick.
Cambrian rez is actually a pretty great place to live. I have a temporary but very cool roomate. I never thought I would actually be sad to have a whole apartment to myself, but I'm enjoying having her here. She's very easy going, and we've been chatting a swapping life stories. Here is a brief view of my semi-decorated rez room:

I kid of course, I will eventually purchase hangers, but for now I kind of enjoy the look. It's actually quite a nice size as well. As for security... heh heh heh, well I had to resort to a little breaking and entering the other night as a result of locking my keys in my room. I am happy to report that the window-screen frames easily bend and are in fact large enough for me to pass through at an upward angle.

I guess that's really all to report for now. Another update another day :)

Thursday, May 03, 2007

"Your weapons, you will not need them"

Last night I faced off against my greatest enemy.

"Know thy self, know thy enemy" -Sun Tzu

"Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors.
Try to be better than yourself." -William Faulkner

"Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even the elephant. It's a shark riding on an elephant's back, just trampling and eating everything they see." -Jack Handy