MEMEMEMEMEMEMEME!!

Stole it from Ms. KimmyK!


1. Favorite Beatles song: Norwegian Wood
2. Favorite Rolling Stones song: Moonlight Mile
3. Favorite Doors song: The Soft Parade
4. Favorite Bob Dylan song: It's Alright Ma
5. Favorite Led Zeppelin song: When the Levee Breaks
6. Favorite TV Theme Song: Thank You for Being a Friend - Golden Girls (yeah, I know but I sing it all the time!)
7. Favorite Prince Song: Cream
8. Favorite Madonna Song: What it Feels Like for a Girl
9. Favorite Michael Jackson Song: Thriller
10. Favorite Queen Song: Bicycle Race
11. Favorite Motorhead Song: Heard of them, don't have a fave song.
12. Favorite Ozzy Song: No More Tears
13. Favorite Public Enemy Song: Hmm, haven't heard them in a while so...
14. Favorite Song from a cartoon: er...
15. Favorite Bruce Springsteen song: Nebraska
16. Favorite Depeche Mode song: Master And Servant
17. Favorite Cure song: Pictures of You
18. Favorite song that most of your friends haven't heard: Dinosaur Act by Low
19. Favorite Smiths song: *sigh* been too long for me to know now.
20. Favorite Beastie Boys song: 3 MC's and 1 DJ
21. Favorite Clash song: The Guns of Brixton
22. Favorite Police song: Message in a Bottle
23. Favorite Eurythmics song: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
24. Favorite Beach Boys song: I don't really know...
25. Favorite Cyndi Lauper song: Time After Time
26. Favorite song from a movie: Clubbed to Death from the Matrix (1)
27. Favorite Duran Duran song: Er...
28. Favorite Peter Tosh song: Not familiar enought with his work to have a fave.
29. Favorite Johnny Cash song: Folsom Prison Blues
30. Favorite song from an 80's one hit wonder: Video Killed The Radio Star
31. Favorite song from a video game: um...don't have one?
32. Favorite Kinks song: not familiar...
33. Favorite Genesis song: Holy shit I have no idea. Whoa, and they only have like a dozen albums.
34. Favorite Thin Lizzy song: I don't know them that well.
35. Favorite INXS song: Devil Inside
36. Favorite Weird Al song: I don't have one but I know someone who DOES!
37. Favorite Peter Gabriel song: Digging In the Dirt
38. Favorite John Lennon song: God
39. Favorite Pink Floyd song: Wish You Were Here
40. Favorite cover song: I See A Darkness - Johnny Cash
41. Favorite White Stripes: erm...no.
42. Favorite dance song: Canned Heat by Jamiroquai
43. Favorite U2 song: Running to Stand Still
44. Favorite song from an actor turned musician: erm...no, no.
45. Favorite disco song: erm...no. no. no.
46. Favorite Power Ballad: erm... NO.
47. Favorite Guns N' Roses song: uh...Nuh uh.
48. Favorite The Who song: My Generation
49. Favorite Elton John song: Rocket Man
50. Favorite song, period: Argh, that's too hard. Right now: Our Way To Fall by Yo La Tengo
51. Favorite Sting song: Not a huge fan.
52. Favorite boy-band song: Sweet Zombie Jesus, No.
53. Favorite Metallica: Not a fan.
54. Favorite Cars song: Don't have one.
55. Favorite Tom Petty song: Free Fallin'
56. Favorite Bon Jovi song: No. Don't have one.
57. Favorite Jazz song: oh, so hard... so many... Strange Fruit by Lady Day (Billie Holiday)
58. Favorite Janet Jackson song: Rhythm Nation
59. Favorite song from the year you were born: One Way Or Another - Blondie


Alright folks, Carry on!

Dude...

I JUST GOT A NEW JOB!

Working as a Manager in Training in an aromatherapy/bath products store. 15 blocks from my house. I start Monday. Hell To The Yes!

*I am going to be so poor*

Oh well...

I JUST GOT A NEW JOB WORKING IN A FIELD THAT MAKES SENSE TO ME SO WHO THE *BLEEP* CARES!

WHOOOHHOOOOO!!!

Has anyone ever wondered why when you hit caps the wingdings on the numbers don't get activated... makes sense to me if you are in caps, that when you hit the number 1 you get ! instead. Who came up with this shit?

It's Thursday!

And blogger likes it when I hit enter and posts my title only. Thanks blogger.

So, I answered your question KimmyK, about Yoga and how it makes me feel better. I don't know if it answers it, but hell it was nice to write about how much yoga is actually important to me.

I totally forgot that Wednesday was Music Wednesday, and so what album do I listen to right now? Umm...

Blondie: Parallel Lines. It's good. I bought it a couple of weeks ago. Yeah, I didn't own any Blondie before that. I know sad huh. I have 'Atomic' as my cell phone ring though (which ISN'T on Parallel Lines). I like that.

Blether.

The link is fixed Teach! :)

Yesterday I practiced practical theraputic Yoga.

I honestly don't really have much to vent about today. Oh, don't get me wrong. There are plenty of things that happened today that were irritating, but I just don't really care enough about them to go on about them.

HEY! I am reading a book right now, The Life of Pi. So far so good. I'll keep you posted on it.

Tuesday that feels like Monday.

I want more long weekends! :(

So, I won't blether on about my long weekend, mostly because well, it wasn't all that interesting in terms of the RE TELLING. But I did go to a barbeque. And I worked a bit. And ate food. Obviously, since I went to a barbeque. Which also involved some red wine. Which I didn't drink a lot of. I know. WHAT IS HAPPENING!!?

Right. So, I have this other blog that I have been pimping, and realize that I haven't really explained the reasons other than I wanted a place to chat about non-jaded-bitter things that Gwynabella experiences.

The other blog is in existence because I am in the process of examining things in my life that are of a more gentle, spiritual, healing nature (like how I used to be... erm, well maybe). A place that reminds me that I am a caring, loving, hell even HAPPY person, and that I take the time to care for myself as much as I care about those around me. Plus it is a place where I can talk about Yoga and Vitamins, health, spirituality and the like, so that I am not bogging down this "place of venting". I can't vent about how self centred people are and how much I want to beat them with my summer squash after I've posted about loving-kindness. It makes me feel awkward. :(

'Temple of Peace' = Balance Is Bliss; 'Venting Space of Hell' = What's the G Stand For.

In other News:

The Crocodile Hunter died yesterday. Apparently he got skewered by a Sting Ray's barb, right through the heart. My heart (oh, pardon) goes out to his family and friends.

The manager and friend of CH told the anchor at CNN who was interviewing him via phone that he was offended by his questions and that he isn't even going to entertain him with even attempting to answer it. Oh the question? Something along the lines of:

Oh, so since you were filming underwater when it happened, did you get a chance to watch the footage afterwards?'

...

Yeah. Jerk.


I am leaving work early today! For no reason other than I can because I hate it here.

YAY!

AHA!

Not sick anymore.

Read about it HERE! (I am SO pimping the new blog, as DC would put it)

Whoo! It's Friday!

Do I have anything that I do in particular on a Friday? I don't think so. Maybe I'll do a meme or something later...

In other News:

Today is the Teacher and DC's 4 year anniversary. YAY! Congrats you two. Much love and happiness.

I watched some woman get put out and stomp off to another door, because a woman trying to get out of a door at that Cambie/City Hall Mall thing had too many bags and couldn't push the door open. No, you couldn't have reached for the door, helping her get through and then go through after, you had to get all pissy and by doing so, made the woman trying to get out feel bad (she felt bad). I grabbed the door for her just as she got caught in it (she had soup or groceries in bags or something) and she was so thankful. What a prick that other woman was. One other time when I went shopping there for groceries (I live real close to it) I held the door open for a woman and her baby carriage thing, and she was so amazed and literally said:

Oh my, that was so nice of you!

I get the distinct impression I live in a neighbourhood of not.so.very.conscious.of.other.people people.

Oh Really?

DC doesn't believe me when I tell him that I sign EVERY SINGLE LETTER I send out. To date I have sent out 2000 letters. Yup, that's right. And I have signed by hand, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM.

I am still sick. You can read what I am doing about it and all that HERE!

I might take tomorrow off or at least a half day anyway. I am kind of excited about that. And folks it's the long weekend! I might go meditate. By the sea if the weather is nice. And read a good book.

Okay.

"Okay. I won't leave." I say to the some pretty important people in my world.

I guess I am just needing a place to write about things that I am into but aren't sure how they fit in this here Gwynabella land. Mostly because it doesn't blend well. So I created a new blog! AHA!

So I will put a link to it on my side bar thing, and y'all can read it and go WTF and be like oh my god. She's a hippie.

Sigh. I am not a HIPPIE, I am just New Age. But then I don't even know what THAT means.

I am truly a serene and loving person, I just vent alot. But now I am finding I don't need to vent. I'm kind of at peace. I know it's weird, huh. So here is where I'll vent when I need to and keep up with memes and interesting tidbits like fat free SENSE yogurt and such, and there is where I will be balanced and insightful and all that. Where I will write out the journey to my lifes work. Where you would go to get the REAL advice. That sound good to you all? Plus I get to play with that beta thing. I am liking the beta thing alot folks.

Oh, to see my new blog with all it's crystal gripping loveliness go here. It's still in the works, so bear with me as I change colours and fonts and such.

Music Wednesday

Its gonna be brief folks. I am starting to lose the whole 'Lovin' the Blog' thing. In part because my blog doesn't cooperate with me all that well, and to be perfectly frank, I am tired. But we'll see.

Anyway.

Album of the Week:
Bonnie 'Prince' Billy
I See A Darkness

I love it.
I am seeing Bonnie 'Prince' Billy in November. That, my friends, is truly amazing.

Anyway, probably just not feeling too well, hence the blah towards the blog.

Alright! Monday is now Tuesday, but it will still be Monday...

BLOG OF THE MONTH DAY!!!

Whoohoo, one month has passed and a new blog will be crowned King, Queen or what have you.

So without further aaah dooo (I spell it that way? Because I don't know how to spell it correctly. Sad in'it.)

Blog of the Month:

I Have No Name!

I love this woman. Having won Hot Blog of the Month last month, not only is her space on the World Wide Web a sexy colour of orange with amazing photography, but her writings I enjoy immensely. I honestly believe that Ms. KimmyK would be someone I would enjoy having coffee with and by the end of our date we would have both bawled, laughed 'til the coffee came out of our noses and I KNOW some discussion of bodily functions would occur. Mostly because I can't go anywhere without discussing poop. Because I am weird that way. But she would totally listen anyway. Because she is amazing that way. Plus? She is going back to school. To study Nuclear Medicine. Um, hello. So, Congratulations Ms. KimmyK of I Have No Name Fame!

Randomly Found Blog of the Month:

Cynical Dad!

Okay, so this guy? Is like the Audiophile's long lost twin brother. Anyone who can successfully write about 100 top albums of all time and then ask his readers to come up with cross referencing of contributing artists on other albums from the same list, and actually have people want to participate? Is basically my life everyday when I listen to tunes with the 'Phile. Insanely awesome. Cynical Dad is a Stay at Home Dad who writes awesome stories about his kids and his life and he has wicked taste in music.

Hot Blog of the Month:

Willie Baronet!

This guy actually found me, and so randomly is he awesome he wins. He is an artist who's works are just amazing, not to mention insightful. He is passionate about other peoples work too, which really sets him apart from the rest. He is so full of passion that... honestly, I can't say much more than that, except to fully experience him and his works you must go and visit his site. Congrats Willie, you have certainly touched my heart.

And of course, Boobie Blog of the Month goes to:

Moving Life Foward!

Not only does he not post regularly, but I have a sneaky suspicion that he would LOVE to win the Boobie blog, mostly for its, erm... title? This guy works in IT for the Hospital/University and dude, this guy is BUSY. And I mean BUSY. But when he does post on the rare occassion he certainly makes up for it, generally averaging 5-10 posts at a time. It's awesome. Mr. Moving Life Foward, I bestow you with the Boobie Blog Award! Congrats!

SICK!! Very SICK!!

Blogs of the month will be up tomorrow, Gwynabella's got the flu.

Sorry!

In Search of the Urban Raccoons.

I don't know what the HELL is up with my post of yesterday with all that fucking TINY writing, I assure you I had fixed it at least half a dozen times and it just keeps getting smaller in various places that weren't small before. Bah.

I am eating yogurt this morning and I see on the cup thing this:

Lucerne (since - depuis 1904) Sense. 0% MF (MG)
Stirred FAT FREE Yogurt
CONTAINS ACTIVE YOGOURT CULTURES
(and the french part here)(caps are accurate)
(is that even how you spell yogurt?Yogourt? Yogerhurt?)

Whoa, back the truck up. I am sorry, did it say SENSE?

It's called Sense. SENSE. So what, sense as in 'I sense the live cultures?', 'I sense the stirred-ness?', or is it simply that it makes SENSE to eat fat free things. Because it would be NON-SENSE to eat 2% or higher. Now, certainly. There are foods out there that we shouldn't eat. There are foods that we should be eating more of. But what right does a Dairy company have to claim that Fat Free makes SENSE? Am I supposed to feel superior because I am eating SENSIBLE food? It tells me so right here! On the label! They make sense, and I eat it!

Now no one can say I don't contain any sense, because right now I am full of it. Truly.

Anyways, that was my Thursday quibble. On to more healthy... erm, sensible things.

...

I got nuthin.

Music Wednesday (among other things)

Because I don't have enough stuff to blether on about, I have decided to christen EVERY Wednesday as Music Day. Why Wednesday? Because a W looks like an M upside down, that's why.

I am sort of borrowing from the Top 100 Favourite Album Meme that Cynical Dad and a few others had done, which I have to say is a pretty awesome meme. I decided to create (mostly becauseI don't own nearly half of my top 100 [see rules and an example of a top 100 listing here]) a favourite album of the week meme.

Basically what it will consist of is a review of an album that I am currently listening to during that week. The deal is this. I either own the album, or have borrowed it with the intent on purchasing it within the next pay period. Because I am poor like that. It will a) provide some entertainment for y'all, and b) help me build my CD collection with direction as well as give me an opportunity to learn more about the artists I enjoy listening to. Of course I will try to have the albums first before I write about them, but there are some that just rock my world and like a small kid, I can't wait.

So without further Aaah Dooo...

MusicWednesday!

Gwynabella's Album of the Week:

Tortoise: TNT (1998)
I love this album. I bought it in late January of this year after it was recommended to me by The Audiophile. There is something to be said about a music you can't ACTUALLY define. The overall feel of each song is significantly different, but underneath it all, there is a sense of familiarity from track to track. Even listening to it just once and to hear it again in passing, the sound is distinct enough to be instantly recognized as Tortoise.

In all honesty I don't think I have ever listened to something that conjured images of western scenes complete with riding horses off into the sunset and tumbleweeds to then suddenly feel like I am sitting in a slightly seedy, chic Metropolitan Bar, perhaps in Chicago where the band originates from, full of sound and vibration. The beauty of it is how this band makes the transition without having it's listener feel jarred or uncomfortable. Completely instrumental, TNT is funky and jazzy as well as totally contemplative and laidback, a far cry from what you would expect if you are driven by cover art (shame if you are!). Truly a great album to play during a quiet get together with friends or chilling by yourself. I would have to say Tortoise's TNT is hands down a must in anyones collection. Favourite Trax: I Set My Face to the Hillside; Four-Day Interval.


In Other News:

I woke up in the middle of the night and found myself choking, but couldn't wake up enough to deal with it. I don't want to know why, or on what. We will leave it at that, and just pretend it didn't happen. Moving on.

I went grocery shopping yesterday. I write this down because that doesn't happen very often. I am not a big shopper for groceries. But I discovered that there is a Kin's Market near my house and whoa, so cheap the veggies are! I decided to suck it up and start eating healthy again. The winter is coming soon and with what I want to be doing over the next few months (yeah, the 'PLAN'), I have to make sure that I am in top physical form. And if you aren't feeling well physically, you aren't going to be doing so well mentally, emotionally and on some level spiritually, which are also major important factors.

I haven't really mentioned the plan lately, and although I am wanting to talk about it, when I get ready to it seems I don't have the words to express it in a way that I feel will justify what I want to say. And I feel bad because I am all like 'I'll tell you today!' in various peoples comment sections. But trust me, its still there and still going strong, I just haven't found the way I feel will best describe my actions.

So with all that, people of the internet, what is your favourite album of the week? And where the hell did everyone go? DC? Teacher? Auntie Laura? What, you went and got lives outside of the internet and didn't tell me? Or invited me along?

And don't forget! Next Monday, August 28th is Blog of the Month Day! Pick your Favourite Blog, Hot Blog, Best Randomly Found Blog and Boobie Blog of the Month and tell the world how awesome they truly are!

Batteries Not Included.

The BCAA man looked at my car yesterday evening and announced that my car's battery is DEAD. And I don't mean dead like oh, give me a jump start dead, I mean DEAD as in go get a new one DEAD. But hey, at least it isn't something more drastic or expensive or what have you. But oooh, DEAD.

I discovered something interesting last night while I was waiting for the Audiophile to get out of the shower. I realized after many years and much suspicion that yes indeed, dials on HI-FI systems do move when you employ the remote control. See, I've never had a sophisticated enough piece of equipment that had multiple dials and such, and those who do, I wouldn't touch their remote controls. I always envision this band of whatever it is streaming out of the remote in a line. and lines push things. Not turn them. Certainly the volume would go up, but the dial would remain in place. But no! In essence (and in my over active imagination) the bands of whatever it is, is streaming and forming a hand and turning the knob.

And turning the knob it does. With avid over tired facination I watched the knob go from PHONO to CD to RADIO (which I quickly turned off because OH MY GOD what people think is interesting on the radio, ugh [says the woman who is totally enraptured by the remote turning of the knobs]) and back again.

The Audiophile was slightly amused and somewhat concerned as I demonstrated my facinating newly found activity. I explained to him I was sheltered. And over tired.

Sitar and Shut Up.

I purchased over the weekend two albums by Ravi Shankar and Oh my Sweet Zombie Jesus, so delish.

I didn't get that job I interviewed for a while back, and to be honest I am actually kind of relieved. I mean, no one likes to be rejected, but I am certainly not going to cry over it when I realized AFTER I had sent in my resume, that Oh. My. God - I don't want to do this! Has that ever happened, where you do something like apply for a job and then you realize that it wouldn't be anything like you thought maybe it would be and you really hope that they don't phone you? Oh, but then they do and you are all freaking out thinking SHIT what if I get this job, what the hell can I do then? Ah, well that won't be happening here, thank goodness.

Because as much as I may get down on working here, I can work on the things I want to get done better here than elsewhere. In fact, because I DIDN'T get the job, my plans are becoming less like plans and more like plausible actions.

See, with each working step towards these goals I have, the more employable I will be in them. If I for whatever reason end up not working where I do anymore, I could at least start working in the field that I want to, as I will have the training to do so.

I love part time/evening courses. They are my friends.

In other, less self absorbed news:

Less self absorbed? Whatever. The 'Phile and I are going to see Yo La Tengo in October. Got the tix on Saturday, and I am so excited. So much so I could pee.

I don't know what was up with this weekend, but there were Zombies everywhere. No, seriously. Zombies. Families of Zombies. All over the city. Why? I have no idea. I am upset though that I didn't hear about this because um, hello? I happen to spend a lot of time with the self proclaimed biggest lover of Zombies on the planet and OMG so much fun to dress up as Zombies!

And Snakes On A Plane is probably the worst best movie I have ever seen. I think it was tremendously awful. I cheered at the end.

An Open Letter...or two

Letter Number 1:

Dear ElegantHippieHipsterBlondeLady:

I don't know if you remember me, I was sitting in front of you on the bus today. I admired your pants as you came onto the bus, and thought, gee what an elegant looking woman. You have a willowy frame and lovely hippie girl curls for hair.

But I must say, that you have TERRIBLE BUS ETIQUETTE. I don't know who taught you that FILING your fingernails on the bus was an AOKAY thing to do, but I can assure you, they ARE WRONG. I don't know if you are aware, but the bus is NOT the vanity like the one in your loft flat down town. You don't see people picking at things on the bus do you? Oh, wait. You do.

Certainly, I could be in need of a good dose of Vitamin B complex, as I hear that aleviates any of the 'teeth on edge' sensations that a person may experience listening to say, nails on a chalk board, or someone filing their fingernails on the bus. Perhaps that will make me more tolerable of your DISGUSTING behaviour. Except that even amongst the boisterous conversations of the elderly ladies on the bus, I could still hear the SCRITCH SCRITCH of your cheap paper file as it scraped across your mangy dirty hippie fingernails, spreading your dirty hippie fingernail DUST all over the place. I mean really. If you are going to do it anyway? Get a decent file.

And your look of surprise as I bolted up out of my seat and crashed out of the doors? Yes, I got up because the sound was so REVOLTING I was ready to toss my cookies. I had mind to wait and toss them all over your lap, but then THAT WOULD BE RUDE.

Please be advised. It's disgusting. You're disgusting. Get some manners.

By the way? I hate your pants now.

Yours Truly,

The Girl Who Employed Zen Techniques So She Didn't Snap Your Fingers Off.



Letter Number 2!

Dear PeopleWhoRideTheirBikeOnTheSidewalk:

Hi! I bet you don't know me, in fact I am sure you don't know me because I certainly know you don't SEE ME when I am walking on the sidewalk minding my own business as you nearly kill me riding your trendy hand me down bike of Good Ol' Gramps from 1945 before he lost his legs in the War. You know who you are.

Look I appreciate that you want to be part of some trendy movement. That whole 'Look at me, I ride a bike and therefore care about the environment!' is very... Cute. Yes, you may very well be doing your part, protecting what little environment we may have here in good ol' Vancouver, but I assure you, you are FUCKING IT UP for those who choose to WALK as a means of protecting the environment.

I don't care if you can't ride your bike in the street, or you are afraid to. You are making it more scary for Gramps With No Legs to walk down the goddam sidewalk with your teetering old piece of shit bike. That's his place. NOT YOURS. Get off the sidewalk. Get a fucking helmet. Or if you are not wanting to screw with the 'look' you are trying to cultivate, then don't bother at all. It's not polite, it's not trendy and it's not very FRIENDLY, environmentally or otherwise to be such a fucking tool. So either grow a backbone and some sense and ride the bike in the street like you are supposed to, or don't. ride. one. at. all. For all our sakes. Especially Gramps.

Yours Truly,

The Girl Who Will Stick Her Foot Out Next Time You Tell Her To Move Out Of The Way When She Is ON THE SIDEWALK.



PS:

Sorry, I am just fed up with humanity today. We've all done the shitty things, but really. So if you do some of the above? Just remember that there are other people about. That's all. Think about the repercussions of your actions. Like these letters! I should really be thinking about what I am saying. But I am tired, hypocritical and need a beer, so not today. Sorry folks. Besides, it doesn't seem like anyone ELSE is doing it. So why even bother.

The Stars Aren't the Only Thing That Are Blind...

In the wake of my FEAR of things unknown, I have procured a new telephone device. Sigh.
Yes, another one. The number is the same y'all, just the look is different.

The story unfolds as such.

I wanted to get a nice simple phone, nothing too freakish, obnoxious. I didn't want it to slide and play music for me and be all iPod like or what have you. I didn't really want it to be much of anything except to do the following:

Be Silent. No Vibrating. Just Silent. Of course it can totally Vibrate too. In fact? A must too. And a nice easy user function profile thingy... thing.

I was eyeballing the Nokia 3106 or 6103 or whatever the hell, with its nice rubbery surface in an understated blue, with silver accents. But see this is the deal. I share a plan with my family, all on one bill. The number I have used to be my business line, we've just never got around to changing it over.

So, because this is all under my mother's name, I can't go into the store and upgrade the phone with out here present (or via the telephone) so, she offered while she was at the mall for a hair appointment today, to pick up the phone for me. The one I have currently likes to turn off, doesn't work very well, can't hear well on it blah blah blah.

Well, they didn't have the Nokia. In fact they are like back ordered until the next century or something. So, she telephoned me at work and asked me what I would want have in lieu of the Nokia. Me? I was like whatever, I don't care. Just make sure it isn't expensive. I asked about the RAZR, having heard mixed reviews on it. Personally I like the look of it, and I am familiar with the motorola layout. So, my mother in typical impatient fashion says okay, what colour? They got all sorts.

My response was: 'Ha! Get the pink one. No, wait get the silver one. Pink's erm... yeah. Whatever, you decide. Pick a phone, pick a colour.'

My mother: 'Okay. I'll see you in a few.'

This is what I got.

...



It came with a pink faux leather Cellphone Purse.

Thanks, mom.

When Demons Fly. Oh, wait...

Right. So. I am about to write something that y'all may think is crazy, but bear with me. Please.

I think. My Apartment? Is, how do you say...

Cursed?

Can I say that here?

Yeah. Cursed. That's pretty accurate.

Oh, you want proof? Okay. Lemme see.

First off. I am not a stranger to bad luck. I think everyone has experienced bad luck along the way. However. I am also fairly lucky too. In fact I am pretty lucky in most situations.

Now. Maybe this is just all a test. Or a lesson. Maybe I have done HORRIBLE things (in my sleep, because there is no way I am horrible when I am awake...), and now I am being shown, told or what have you. But you read the following and tell me what you think.

I have always had 'something' living with me in the various apartments. I firmly believe that. And most times it doesn't bother me. The last time I lived somewhere where it really bothered me was in 2001 when I lived in an apartment in Burnaby. I had some fairly bad things happen to me and they mostly subsided after I moved. After that it was just plain o' dissatisfaction and insane room mates. Of course, by no means do I remove myself from the 'insanity quotient'. But that is another story.

My apartment in North Vancouver was no different. I moved from there because The Audiophile lived in Vancouver and it was a long way for me to travel to. But I never left the apartment because I felt uncomfortable. Generally I am uncomfortable with apartment living and living so close to other people. But that's because I am weird. But never did I feel that my place was freakish or whatever.

So, I look for an apartment in Vancouver. I am looking around, looking around. Time is running out, and I find this place which is beautiful. I love it, I really do. I know it's got 'something' too, but never really felt uncomfortable with it. Well, maybe it feels uncomfortable with me.

I buy a car on the 29 of May. And I moved on the 30th. I get a parking ticket on the 1st. My car stalls out on the 1st. It is also the first sign of money issues, that and the ticket. I mean, I've always had money issues. But, this gets ridiculous.

Then The 'Phile suffers food poisoning. But I sleep well. But then there is that eerieness of the basement.

And then the dreams started happening. And the uber depression (which yeah, I was [am] over extended, and that will make anyone depressed.).

And then I had the problem with my internet/telephone/cable/toilet/fridge thing. Which the cable guy can't really figure out how it happened. And by the way? My thyroid is fine.

And then there's the sink/tub/lots of loud noises thing. Which incidently carry on well into the night. Oh and the spewing of water doesn't just come out of my kitchen sink, it comes out of the tub too. And smells like lavender. It's really fucking weird people.

And then there's the throwing of the back amongst the beetle infestation. Which is still happening. And the toilet thing starts happening in the middle of the night. Not after I flush anymore. Just keeps doing it on its own. The landlord has never experienced this in his entire time owning it (that'd be oh, 40 some odd years). Oh then, THEN there was more technical difficulties with my internet! And I am increasingly more depressed! And then I fail my accounting course. And continue to have strange dreams. And just general bad luckness all round. And more dreams. And there are dreams I've been having that I don't even post about because they are so HORRIBLE.

My car broke down a few weeks ago, and that will cost me money. So much so, that I have to sell it. I just found out that in order for me to take my supplemental exam for the accounting thing I will have to pay 200 dollars, plus another $385 in 'fees'. My other job, I have been having issues with sending files. The stress that was incurred by that was enough to make me mental. Finally after a month and a half (oh look, the entire time I have been living in this apartment) I figured out how to send them without causing chaos. My mail is going missing. Mail that includes my pay from my second job. Cothing of mine has gone missing. It's not at The 'Philes house. The fish? HATES it there. Even The 'Phile said it. In fact I think he pointed it out to me, 'Hey, the fish? Is totally spazzing.' And to top it all off, The 'Phile, although he likes my place, he prefers his. And I prefer his. Way more.

My smoke alarm, just after the toilet got fixed, started going off. I finally tore the battery out of it, because I couldn't do anything to make it shut up. Yeah, it probably needs the battery to be changed. I have had to replace 3 light bulbs that were NEW when I moved in since. I sleep there maybe 3 nights a week. The rest of the time I am at The Audiophiles. So it's not like I am consuming lots o'electricity.

Now, the hot water doesn't work as well as it used to. I had great showers for the first few weeks of living there. And now, slowly I am finding I can't have the cold water on at all in order to have a tolerable temped shower.

The only time where I have been able to have a good nights sleep is when I am at the Audiophiles. At home, I feel like I have been running a marathon, and can't sleep past 7:00am. And then last night? That's pretty much what did it for me.

I don't know if it was because I am tired, or what. And I am pretty easy going when it comes to 'things that go bump in the night.' I do energy healing, I feel it, I dig it. Sometimes it freaks me out, but mostly I just tell myself that I am freaked because it's strange, meaning new, different. But last night was different.

I was lying down in bed, and read for a bit. Then I turned the light out and fell asleep. Then, with a start I woke up. I heard a mosquito flying around my head. But it was so persistent. I turned the light on and I couldn't see anything in the room. I went and got my deep woods OFF and put that on, no more bugs. But as I started to settle in I hear this noise. Now, my apartment is small, and there are other apartments very VERY close to each other. But this sound, came from INSIDE my apartment. Sort of a rustling of papers. I figured something was slipping on my bookcase and it was no big deal. Then, it was significant enough that I sat bolt right in bed, turned the light on and waited.

And waited.

Nothing. I started to read again, because I was scared. I was actually SCARED. Not like OMG the zombies are coming to eat the dude scared, but scared as in, should I call someone? scared. I read a bit more and became drowsy enough to want to sleep. I told myself that if there was a person or thing in my house they were going to get me either way and I may as well be asleep when it happens. So I turn my light out. As soon as I do I hear the noise again like someone turning around (not walking) and then the hall door close. The hall door outside my apartment, not inside. That disturbed me even more, because that could mean 1 of 2 things.

One: A ghost. To which I say, come on! Please. Just let me sleep.
Two: A person who was hanging outside the apartment door and then decided to leave.

To be honest Two scares me more than One. Mostly because some how strangers get into our building.

So, I fell asleep, finally. And guess what happened? Yup. Another Psycho dream. I am frazzled people. And I mean seriously frazzled. I have had WAY too much ill luck over the last 2 months for this to be all 'whatever' about. I even CURSE more than I usually do. What the Fuck.

The Sinister Pechenkov and his lack of music taste.

Pietrovich Pechenkov to be exact.
Mwhaahaaahaaa.


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Okay.

So, I have been having weird dreams. BUT I have ALSO been a walking DJ. I have at any given time like 3 songs in my head, all playing at once. But that isn't the issue here. I get it, I am insane. My issue is this:

How many of you out there have that song in your head, and do the grevious thing by saying out loud: "I have this song stuck in my head!"

And the people you are with say: "How does it go?"

And you stand there blinking at them: "I don't know."

Um, hello. Can you say: "FEELS LIKE A DIPSHIT?"

And it sucks because you've got the tune ROCKIN' out in yer head. You are like, feeling the vibes of the song, you've got the acoustics right (no comment on the perceived emptiness that creates such acoustics, Thankyouverymuch.), and you've got the crescendo, decrescendo, blah blah blah, all RIGHT. IT IS AS IF THE CD (OR RECORD) IS PLAYING INSIDE YOUR HEAD, and you were blessed with being equiped with an awesome set of speakers.

And then you try to sing the words (because they are there! They're there all right!) and the tune? And you end up sounding like you are yodling this:

"Blah, ballllaaaaaaaaaah, somethin' somethin' In the sk...sk...eyeeeee!!! Come on... you... youoouuuuuu.... er... blah blah blaaaaaah...." You all get it.

Right?

Does this happen to anyone else? Or am I really certifiable?

And On The Seventh Day, The Bus Rested.

Last night I had another strange dream. This one was TOTALLY induced by the copious amounts of beer and nacho cheesy disgustingness I was ingesting. In fact, so disgusting that my body HATES me today. It's saying "I am going to make your life MISERABLE". But oh, was it so good.

My dream involved a whole bunch of stuff I can't really remember: lots of running and screaming and what not. But I distinctly remember at one point in the dream I was sitting with The Audiophile and we were watching the news. And the news said clear as a bell:

"The Seabus will be shut down for SEVEN DAYS. Plan alternate routes."

And I turned to The 'Phile and said:

"I guess I won't be seeing much of you over the next seven days, or maybe a lot depending on when they shut it down."

Now, this may seem like a bizzaro weird dream, but not so bizzaro weird strange that I would need to report it. Other than the fact this is my second transit based dream. Must be because I am BITTER that my car has broken down. STILL. Oh, right I haven't mentioned that have I? that it is STILL broken? Yeah. We shall not speak of this 'broken car'. It's truly, truly a sin, to quote the Velvet Underground. ANYWAY. This dream, I mean, it is not NEARLY as interesting as say, getting beat up by Paris Hilton's shoe. But this dream was so REAL that it compelled me to look into the Seabus Activity when I got to work. And there's no indication that the Seabus is not going to run for seven days.

But I am convinced. Something is going to happen with regards to seabus or boat that carries people and it will be shut down and the number SEVEN is important. Mark My WORDS! Because I am so psychic.

I mean, I am SO psychic I choose not to play the lotto out of respect, because hey, that would be SO unfair.

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Truly. I do not lie.

That's a SIN.