Hey Friends

I have no lead in.

So, I have a job, not really a career. I failed with the whole school business- as in I'd be slowly gnawing a leg off if I didn't take a break. And find myself in no committed relationship(s).

That is freeing, you might think.

It is.

It's also scary as balls. It's mostly my fault but here I am, thrust into independent existence with no clue as to what I should be doing with my life. I told Charlotte that I felt like I was floating in the middle of the ocean and she said she felt the same way as we have undergone eerily parallel life events. "At least we're in the same boat," she said. She then clarified that the boat we were in was Friendship and we snorted at each other.

So my next goal is now to go on tour. By tour I mean traipse through towns for a weekish (Toronto, Kingston, London), butt into their open mics, and leave. That will definitely not make me feel more anonymous and free. Oh well. One must have plans!

Sorry for the less-than-entertaining diary-like post. I just wanted to throw these facts at someone so that they feel more real.

That is all.

But Actually, an Adult Now

Sweet Baby Jesus I work too much. I'm talking everyday, full-time with 50+ hour weeks sprinkled in. I even went 15 days straight without a day off. I get the stress and burden of feeling like I own a business while being on the low end of the pay spectrum.

Gross.

I feel myself to hate people. I resent everyone. I guess this makes me a true adult!

Whinings

What is this life business?
I am surrounded by nothing but constant, heavy, fleshy, burden.

I'm an Adult Now

Well this is weird.

My coworkers can now call me "Overlord". I'll be signing a lease Tuesday morning.

I still don't know how to be an adult though. I feel no different than I did a year ago, I just find myself in different places. For example, a jewelry party this evening.

Entertain Me

Rollin' in that free time

Life

All I want in life is naps and spring rolls.
Alas, I ate the spring rolls and have not been awake long enough to continue napping.

Exercises in Esotericism

My life is punctuated with people.
My life also reads similarly to a Hubert Selby Jr. novel.

Why can't music be the revolution Pat the Bunny wants?

Oh well

PS: Dear Eric

Get your shit together and stop writing in code.

Things I Learnt

Whilst cleaning my room, I stumbled upon some wisdom from the me of yesteryear.
Quite literally yesteryear: not even an entire year has passed.
But don't worry: even a small passing of time makes your past self seem naively wise.

So I begin!

1. Never lick dandelions. Especially not while three others are licking 'em at the same time
2. Laugh lots
3. People aren't so bad
4. 0/0 is answerable but the government keeps it a secret
5. It's never "that bad"
6. Sleep lots
7. Don't stress so much
8. People are too busy thinking about others judging them to actually judge you.
9. Try to love everyone.
10. Wait 'til later to figure everything out: no rush
11. Have tea parties whenever possible.
12. Your friends carry you and are willing to
13. Everything will be okay
14. Appreciate things for what they are when they happen and don't regret 'em
15. You are never too old for costume parties.

While this list was composed during the sissy times of high school graduation retreats, it mostly holds true. I had a lot of salt that day so I'll use that as an excuse for why some things are a little on the uber-feminine side.

See ya later, St FXers

For Lasting Smoothness

Think of me as more of a library book and less like the traditional friend.

For Uncle Levi

So it would seem that I am becoming somewhat of the paint artist.

So, Eric.

See if you can find a triangle of trust, vogue dramatics, chicken kissing games, a menorah, our prodigy, our reenactments of legitimate French Canadian film, Waldo, and the deafening of either the housekeeper of Desfarges.

I will never forget the taste of non-toxic crayon nor to ask you if you prefer chicken or beef.

Unfortunately I lack enough motivation to go through the work it would take to paint someone projectile vomiting on yer couch. And you drop kicking a fridge. And us anti harmonizing to O Canada.

Next up is a MS Paint panorama of our chapel shenanigans.

Damn You, Tumblr

Why did people post so many Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind things on tumblr?
I am watching it. This is so distressing!

The Return

So this is it. My return to the blogosphere.

To set the mood:
I sit behind a couple who is really into each other. Which is great. While I sit slightly above them I can easily see all exchanges of saliva and loving hair strokes. I am in biology class, the least sexy of all classes. I struggle between being a good student and sleeping through class. If I do the assigned readings, classes are as boring as all balls. Blam.

Ooh! An important announcement.