I think one of my bosses has just figured out the exclamation mark. He's using it at the most inappropriate times in his emails. Either that or he really wanted me to know he never had a Canadian passport.

Also. Oh, God. Oliver just asked me if I did any groupie things this weekend. I just about choked on my water. Then he claimed he didn't know what a groupie was. FML.

I've finished all the last minute prep for my trip to Chicago. I did up the emergency contact numbers list, the packing list, the itinerary, and my To Do list before then. I would make a mean travel agent.

In less awkward news, I picked out Elle's grad gift today. I hope she likes it, even though I'm sure she will. I never know what to get people as gifts. And now, I Chapters.

Greg Bonard (sp)

So. Wow. There was an american who made some comments about canada. And greg said we shouldn't care because this guy was a zero of society. Burn.
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So what say you and all your friends step up to my friends in the alley tonight?

Sometimes I listen to old albums and I get shivers with how much they make me want to stand up and fight. Remember the Alamo is more than just a battle cry for the States. 

Sometimes I'm horribly offensive without meaning to be, whoops.

There's this guy, we'll call him Barney, that I work with. Anyway, last night we were both out at a work function and he asked me about D&D books.

D. And. D. Books. What am I supposed to say to that? I finally managed to say that the only geeks I have a real problem with are the ones who don't shower and who crawl out of their basements once a year for the big movie openings. He seemed to accept this. I don't know, it turns out our geekery is somewhat similar. He read Forgotten Realms once upon a time, I played King's Quest VI.

Ugh. I just want to go home now. Or rather, to the mall to buy pajamas, deal with Telus, and then to Chapters, where we're doing the Twilight release party.

So sleepy. I'm not doing a Music Monday, because it's way too early for me to be into actually posting. I'm just musing on the fact that I need a new pair of utilitarian black shoes.

Spent a good part of the weekend out and about. Friday was drinks with the engineers, never a good idea. Saturday was early morning work, a museum, and chilling in pajamas toward the end of the evening. Last night, I cleaned up a whole bunch of paperwork. So much to shred.

OH! I finished Rant. Not his best work, but not horrible. It was Triple Sec. I'm about to start M for Magic by Neil Gaiman. It's one of his 9-12 Readers' books. I'm doing well on my goal for reading more this year.

I also spent about twenty minutes in bed this morning transferring music to my iPod from my computer. I don't normally do that, but I woke up a bit earlier than usual today.

Pet peeve

There's one thing I can't stand on the train and normally I don't mind it because I have headphones on, but I hate people who discuss their personal shit on their cell phones.

The woman next to me has a rebellious teen (who she is handling completely wrong), a moron sister (who she isn't patient with), a mother who is possibly a horse abuser (who she's completely judgemental of).

Don't air your personal shit on the train. If I have to be on the phone and on the train at the same time, I try to keep my conversation direct and to the point. I know it makes me sound like a jackass.

Hey, lady, if it's not your business, why are you shooting the shit about it on the train and talking about judging them? Also, her sister's divorce is shitty, big surprise. Wow, she's the only responsible one in the family. I'm sure.

Ugh. Trashy trashy trashy.
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The drunk kids, the Catholics, they're both about the same...

Trashy Tuesday Confession: I've smoked the wrong end of a cigarette sober. It was always around this one boy who made me super nervous, which was funny because I didn't like him all that much. When I smoke around boys I do like a lot, nothing. 

I've been using the Frilly Lilly Products I won and my skin feels incredible. I've also worked out for the last three nights and that feels good, too. I'm just doing some basic resistance for toning, but taking care of myself feels good. 

I think I'm going to try Aveda's skincare line, because I really like what it's done for a friend of mine. I just got distracted because I remembered he has a blog. So, I checked it out.

Music Monday next week. I had one picked for this week, but I already rep that shit hard. 

I've been reading:

Rant - Chuck Palahniuk

I've been watching:

An American Crime

[Also: Pushing Daisies, Family Guy, and Supernatural]

I've been listening to:

New Found Glory - Sticks and Stones

[Also: The Aldrich Family, podcasts, Motion City Soundtrack, and Bright Eyes]

Blogging from Chapters

I love still being new at a place of employment, I'm not embittered the way 5+ year people are. The only thing I wish I could do is talk to people at cash the way Shelton does. He has something to say no matter what topic he's talking about. He doesn't know I admire that skill, I'm keeping that a secret. Shhhhhhhh......
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I can't shake the feeling that I'm living in a dream. Not in the good way and not in the bad way, just in the way that I'm tired all the time and can't seem to get rid of the feeling.

"She has to be stopped."

Sorry, Dakota Fanning, straight from the mouths of one of my homo-lifemates.

I think next week I won't leave my house in the evenings, I'll just relax at home and do things I've been meaning to do, like clean my room.

New Cursive album is out on Tuesday. I love that Tim still writes about his mother when he's in his thirties. He makes me feel like less of a failbot. Also making me feel like less of a failbot is Joe walking in wearing a white and green argyle golf shirt.

Tozser, Chandrasekaran, Vihristencu. I can pronounce those words and you can't!

If The World's At Large, Why Should I Remain?

I spent the weekend with one of the people I love the most in the entire world. I always hope he knows that I deeply and desperately love him. Not in the deep and desperate way that would make it awkward, just in the way that he's seen me at my worst and loves me regardless. 

Tonight, one of my friends is falling apart. She's one of a very few I can count on in the pinchiest of pinches. My dear friend, I don't want you to worry. Like I said, don't let the man [or the hand you hold] hold you down. 

For a reason that eludes me, I'm deeply and desperately in love with the world at large. It's strange because everyone who lives will some day die, and die alone. We will all float on okay, though. I promise. 

Oh God. This weekend.

Late planes, late nights.

Never has this phrase been more applicable:

"Those nights that turned into mornings, with those friends that turned into family."

♥

Thursday: Arrived late, had sushi with Mitchell and Lydia. Watched High Fidelity.

Friday: Bought a silo worth of alcohol, had coffee and cigarettes with Landon, bought shoes, looked at comics, had dinner, consumed silo of alcohol, jump-attacked Lydia and Tristan in bed, bought more alcohol, got drunker, watched Landon headsmash, wrangled Landon home, discussed many deep things, went to the water, went on Tangents [capitalized for emphasis, frequency, and our ability to come back to the point], went to the waterfront, went to the sauna, got locked out of the sauna, tried every wacky scheme we could to get in, sat in the elevator and pretended we were trapped, finally got let in by a woman coming home from the bar, went upstairs, smoked a last cigarette, went to bed watching Family Guy.

Saturday: Woke up and watched more Family Guy, visited Landon at work, bought books, got dinner, watched Ghost Town, began drinking second silo of alcohol, got fancied up, drew on glass walls, attended gala, won a Frilly Lily gift basket from a silent auction, Mitchell won 20 lbs of fudge [don't bother making jokes, we already made every single one of them], went to the gay bar, went to another gay bar, got super salty, came home, made a video about our saltiness, watched racially insensitive material, took more pictures, went to bed.

Sunday: [Original day of departure] Woke up at 9 a.m., went to Elbow Room, got sexually harassed and extremely drunk at breakfast, went back to the apartment, lounged, packed, went shopping, bought comics, watched Almost Famous, had sushi, missed flight, went to hotel, was salty, watched Family Channel, slept.

Monday: Hotel failed in waking me up, almost missed flight again, made flight, went home, showered, went to work.

Yes, I do always rule this much. Sexless marriages, polygamy, and photos to follow when I don't fail as much.

The gay bar

Omg. The bathrooms at Celebrities make me the happiest. Again, fuck los angeles, vancouver, I'm yours.

Ho No, bitches.
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