MEME!

I stole this from KimmyK.

6 weird things about me. Me. Me. Me.

Weirdo thing number 6: I have a bowl of buttons on my television so that every once in a while I can stick my fingers in to it because I like the feeling of buttons in a bowl.

Weirdo thing number 5: I have to go pee before I go to bed, even if I don't feel like I have to. It's one of those things where I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night to go pee so get it done beforehand!

Weirdo thing number 4: I can't not have pens just lying in a pile, I have to line them up in a graduated way, smallest to largest or vice versa, and if they are coloured, then they will be grouped into like colours.

Weirdo thing number 3: I can't get comfortable in bed unless I cross my arms over my chest with each hand on each upper arm (sort of like a corpse) and cross my ankles.

Weirdo thing number 2: I turn out or burn out light bulbs and screw up radio frequencies and transmissions when I get excited, angry or have a sudden and most powerful emotional shift.

Weirdo thing number 1: I can see dead people.

:)

Bubbling over with boiling water

So, our SHITTY water ban is still in effect. Which sucks if you don't have a dishwasher. I don't have a dishwasher and so I am currently waiting for my 6th kettle of water to finish boiling, then cool off enough so that I can pour it all over dishes so that I can soap them up so that I can rinse them off again with said boiled water.

Makes me think what it would be like to live in a place where the water was like this all the time.

And to boot? They aren't even my dishes! I have my own stack at home, but I am so freaking manically depressed right now that I can't even bear to be in my own home. I hate it. I really do just simply hate it. So I am currently spending the time washing the Audiophiles dishes because I really do believe that if I do something nice for someone I MAY feel a bit better. I don't even want to really go outside and deal with the public. The thought of it makes me ill.

I guess that has a lot to do with the fact that I am currently working in an environment were I am constantly in contact with other people trying to appease them in all sorts of ways. Now don't get me wrong. I think my job is great. But right now, for some reason its really just getting to me as to how much I just don't want to be part of my civilization. I suppose its because we're gearing up for Christmas and quite frankly, I hate Christmas.

Oh, I love getting together with family and enjoying a visit and a nice meal and all that, but I don't think that is what Christmas is all about. I see Christmas as - Ugh I don't know, just thinking about it makes me tired.

Eh, whatever. I probably feel this way because I force myself to be high energy all day for 5 days in a row for about 10 hours a day and then just crash at the end of the week. Plus I have a weekday off, and so everyone I know is at work and busy and I sit here totally wondering where I am going to get the energy to return a few movies to the movie store and how few people I will need to be in contact with while I do it.

I think I am going to finish the dishes and go to bed. I am tired.

Irony is in the Shirt.

So, here I am today wondering what did I do last night?

...

No, I didn't forget, people. I wasn't THAT intoxicated. Or maybe I was? I can't really remember...

All joking aside, I found a place that is near my house that serves good food, and holy fuck CHEAP BEER. I am talking 2.66 a pint of Keiths. I have died and gone to heaven. Oh, not to mention the 1.99 Lobster Mondays. Uh, YEAH. REDONKULOUS.

So my beautiful friends and I - that'd be the Teacher, DC and a new inductee - we'll call her Wee Hippie (but she isn't a dirty hippie, just so you know. She's just got hippie tendancies) - us 4 we decended upon this fabulous place of noshing and drinking, and lo, I discover cheap beer and well, they had to pry my hands off the menu and carry me out the door because we had to go.

BUT IT'S SO CHEAP!

Sadly, I suggested a place that provided KARAOKE because I am all about the KARAOKE and so did the fine ladies of the bunch (lucky man, DC) and lo, KARAOKE is on Saturdays. Yes. Last night was FRIDAY. So we played darts and shuffle board and then I was dropped off at WH's house and we decided that the night was far to young and so we went out into the world in search of more cheap beer. Alas, everything was closed. What time was it? 1.15am. That, my friends? Pisses me off. I mean come on. It's 1.15am on a Friday and nothing is open on one the more "HAPPENING" strips in good ol' Vancouver. Whatever.

So, we head home, drink the last of the tequila and go to bed. In the morning we had to swing by one of the other stores (yes, WH and I work together). Dragging our tired asses out of bed and getting out of the door to grab some coffee (which apparently they can make now, and I am sorry CHICKY but I am DAMN sure you added water to my no-water Chai. Yes, I asked for it that way because I like it that way, but also too, I ain't really running the risk of getting some sort of disentry or something.) and stand outside the store for 20 minutes while this crazy dude sings 'Girls, Girls, Girls' while playing the spoons. Yup. Spoons. Oh, he had great songs lined up for us.

We get the stuff and we run like hell out of that weird-o situation.

So, I am home waiting for the Audiphile to get up so we can get something to eat. I have a head ache, and the irony is?

WH and I were picking up headache remedies at the other store...

But I don't even know if that's ironic.

Alive In Hell.

And burning.

My best friend Mr. Fort St. John left for home today. And how I miss him already. We three have had quite the week and a half though.

And so, lo. I have the flu. Or something. My stomach doesn't like ANYTHING I consume. It hates it with such vengance that I honestly am a little in awe of it. Wow, I've never seen a part of me be so violent before!

But alas. What can you do. I'll just suck it up, I've got a huge event at work I have to do and well, not being present is really out of the question. I took a half day yesterday and a half day today. I originally thought it was food poisoning, and perhaps that is still the case, but I definitely know that there is something amiss with the belly.

So, with Mr. Fort St. John having been in town, I've come to be reaquainted with some of the things that I really enjoy doing. Like music! Oh, don't get me wrong, the Audiophile definitely keeps the music going - seeing shows, listening to great music, talking about lyrics and the like, but what I am talking about is playing the music. Oh, the playing of music.

So, I've decided that I am going to pick up the playing of music again. I don't know, something tells me that 13 years of my life practicing music on some level would have it so that I wouldn't flounder for too long...

*sigh*

I really need a holiday.


So before I hunker down into my work for my other job, I thought I'd drop a line to y'all and be like YO! Howzitgoin?

Currently I am totally down. Utterly DEPRESSED. I don't really know why? I just feel really REALLY down right now. I figure it's because I am totally over tired, and feel a bit worse for wear - my buddy is still in town - but is currently camping (yeah, in THIS weather) with The Audiophile at some hotsprings - and I couldn't go because well, that would be too nice of a thing to have happen - and well, so back to the point - I am worse for wear because of my friend being in town usually is due to the massive amounts of hanging out and drinking beer I've been doing. And as well all know, beer makes you all depressed. But dude. Seriously. I feel totally low. Like that kind of "I just need a day off from life" sort of feeling.

Didn't help that I almost froze to death coming home, soaking wet and totally exhausted.

Blah Blah Blah.


Time for work part 2.

Ta Ta For Now.

And then it was spoketh, I have no integrity.

HOLY FUCK FUCK ASS FUCK.

So I go to this *thing*. Out of respect of the *thing* I will refer it to the *thing*. Also known as a CULT. REALLY. Or maybe not. I dunno. Maybe they got to me?

So, I go away this weekend, and do this thing. It's supposedly in existence to teach me how to be a better person. Or whatever the fuck.

Am I after taking this course?

I don't really know. I know though that I have said I want to put my fist through a face more often than not lately and oh holy hell seems to be a bit of a catch phrase I've picked up. Probably at the bar.

So, yeah. This thing. It was being held by this fucking TOOL. HOLY FUCK TOOL ARE YOU JACKASS.

He made me so angry I really REALLY wanted to put my fist through his face but really it was just a moment where I was bringing the past into the future presently and was suffering from some sort of lacking of the integrity or some shit. Whatev.

So yeah. It's like sleep deprevation, food deprevation, suggested ALCOHOL deprevation and I was like what the fuck is that all about.

By the way? Fuck is my favourite word today. I am committed to it, and will keep my word.

Word.

So yeah. I am fucking tired and I am going to go to bed. Really, this whole story is way better in person, because I dance and sing and cry (oh wait. I am dead inside. Because I didn't cry. Or sorry, I am so suppressed I just don't even realize that I have issues buried deep inside.) I dunno, I seem to be a pretty vocal person for a dead person.

CULTS ARE US!

I am alive, barely but I am alive.

Oh holy hell, I have lots to tell, but dudes, I am totally not having the time right now and so ciao ciao for now until next time which hopefully won't be too long but you know there you go.

By the way? I resisted the indocrination or whatever the hell, of a cult. Dudes I survived. Barely. But I survived.