I Am A Lonesome Hobo

Sundays are not great at the best of times. Well, not that these times aren't the best of times, but after a plethora of cocktails and inhales, it's never good to wake up lonely and blue.

It's a lovely day, and last night was a lovely evening.

God my brain is mush.

don't get up gentlemen, i'm only passing through.

Underground

Hey y'all. Just a little warning: I'm going underground next week. I've got some shit to sort out and I will not smoke. I won't. So I'm just tuning out for the week (with the exception of the rock church perhaps). So don't be offended if I don't answer the phone and stuff. But don't be surprised if you hear from me either. I will emerge on labour day weekend, in a zen state of steely academic discipline.

Ha!

Well, it's worth a shot.

Blah Blah Blah

i have one week and one day of work left. i have been a total slacker, and i am starting to get a little freaked out about what i still have to teach the temp. paranoia levels remain at orange alert or so, and every once in a while i get hit with a wave of sentimental mush. although the mush doesn't really last too long. the days can't go by soon enough, and the paycheques will end much too soon. i really should put some effort into getting a job. shoulda woulda coulda.

i've nothing of import or interest to speak of here, nothing is happening well, that's not really true...i just feel paralyzed because of complete lack of funds. But this weekend does hold the honour of hosting judy & dana's wedding which i cannot wait for, it's going to be a really great party.

i am not inspired to write a conclusion to this post. la la.

Half-Cocked Tangents

this is a post i started a few days ago and never finished....


Summer of Love
I accept that I will die of cancer. I just hope that i go quick, or that I fight like a sonofabitch and overtake the motherfucker. But it seems inevitable. Is this what our generation fears? I know quite a few people that are pretty hypochondriacal (?!) when it comes to the big C (myself included). Every creak and rattle, every pain and strain...all these things are symptoms of the death that is obviously just lurking in our body waiting to make itself shown. Weird. I wonder if our parents felt this way about cancer. I don't think so (with the possible exception of my dad and his apparent obsession (which he has generously passed on to me) with bowel cancer). They worried about Vietnam, we worry about George. We worry about AIDS & cancer.... they worried about?????? Do YOU worry about cancer, loyal readers??

cousins
diana
rite
weddings/generations

Blinkin' Heavy

Oh my god I am so glad it is finally Friday. (well, tomorrow I mean).

9:30 meeting with AMG & the DLM, and I am not in the mood for crap. Here's hoping for a crap-free meeting. Ha! That's a crapshoot for sure.

Payday. Finally, it's payday. And I am already broke. I am trying very hard not to freak out about money and assure myself that everything is under control, but woah, I am almost done work and I am so flat ass broke.....damn it! I want to sit on the patio at stage 9 and drink a pitcher of beer!!! It seems like the lives of everyone I know have come to a full stop due to lack of funds. I wonder what has caused this pandemic shortage of cash.

Well well. I have nothing of interest to report. My apartment is chaotically messy and I have spent small chunks of time cleaning up minutae and ignoring the increasing pile of ... assorted stuff that is accumulating on my desk. I am also the reluctant hostess of a fruit fly colony, which reproduces at a rate that could rival rabbits (if you are to believe what you hear about rabbits). I keep setting fruit fly traps, but they don't seem to be that effective. I have a feeling that doing the dishes might aid the situation somewhat.

Most importantly, this weekend, sleep. Well that is sort of second importance after cleaning the aforementioned disarray (the arrival of the new desk has caused quite an upheaval in "apartment organization"). But sleep. Yes I need some. I will turn off the phone and sleep past noon on Sunday. I am giddy with antici.................................pation.

I'm going to start that journey now, by actually cashing in before midnight. Amen.

Hot Times, Summer in the City

I can't wait to stop working. The closer my last day comes, the less and less I care about my job. It also seems that the more frustrated I become with petty annoyances and office politics. The DLM is driving me nuts, strutting around like the cock of the walk. That combined with the ongoing diatribe of the inner workings of my fellow pod dweller across the way is enough to make a person want to scream. It will be such a relief to be out of that place, it is no good for the soul.

I've been exhausted this week, and therefore putting off things that are essential for my survival. (as in finding a job) (or at least creating a resume that I am satisfied with. this is how I spent the majority of my day today at the aforementioned soul sucking place of employ). But exhausted good, if you get my drift. Life has been a whirlwind lately and I already seem to be living within the financial restraints of a student since 6 days after payday, my net worth is $2 plus some nickels & pennies scattered in various receptacles and pockets. I am sort of enjoying the feeling of careening towards the edge of the cliff of eternal debt. Whatever. I won't have to go to work anymore.

Back to the whirlwind. August seems to be the month of weddings this year, one of which is this weekend and will be a veritable rip roarin' roof raiser if all goes as I expect. I'm heading down to the cove on Friday after work in a snazzy rental with Rachael & Joey. It's going to be great.

Mo & I have made two pilgrimages (shit I seem to have a spelling problem this evening and it is too late to be looking up words)....anyway, we have gone to Stage 9 twice in the past week for the specific purpose of sitting on the patio drinking a pitcher of beer. The first attempt was Friday. No dice. The line was busted or some such hoo-hah. Probably all for the best that they were out of Molson, really. Attempt #2. Rock church. This time we were informed that they had run out of beer on the weekend. I am not complaining about drinking gin, please don't get me wrong. But when you have your heart set on a pitcher....well, it's disappointing when there are no pitchers available. It's the middle of summer!!! Despite this beer shortage, it has certainly been enjoyable to be out on the town a bit. This is my last hurrah. (incidentally, I read somewhere the other day that the dog-days of summer are officially august 3-11. i had no idea they were actually set dates, i thought it just sort of generally referred to august since that's sort of the middle of the summer and whatnot. well just a tidbit for you).

G'night.