"Freedom"

What follows is the opposite of kvetching:

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

What was going to be a "responsible" weekend of getting things done and being good to my body had somehow, in literally an instant, turned into me going to Guvernment tonight with Krista and her posse for "Freedom" and it's going to be off the hook. There will be jungle and break beats and dancing and pure wholesome goodness*

Tomorrow I hop on a bus back to Wloo first thing in the morning and sleep ALL day. Tuesday I start my first day at City Hall working for the city of Waterloo! YAY!

Something tells me I'll regret partying tonight. Fortunately, I've mastered the art of tuning out the voice in my head that tells me these things.

*No wholesome goodness allowed on Guvernment premises

"My words fly up, my thoughts remain below"

Today I felt way better but unfortunately made Pat sick. I feel bad because I pick up every single flu, cold or virus that I come across and it never occurs to me that it might effect him too, because he's so much stronger than me.
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I really, really, really hate the new car commercials where people are having very natural conversations that are brutally interrupted by horrible accidents. I haven't been in a serious car accident yet and those ads kind of freak me out. They don't make me want to buy the car, they make me want to buy a bus pass.
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I went to my Shakespeare class today, finally, and the teacher announced we were officially mid-way through the course. Holy fuck. It was my second time going. We watched a Kenneth Brannagh film, a british comedy, about a bunch of eccentric actors trying to put on a production of Hamlet. It reminded me why I took this God-damn course in the first place.
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Dear Karen,
Did you change your phone number? I can't reach you! Aja is coming to Waterloo this weekend and u should come too! Call me *mwa*

Kvetching

Last night, before we fell asleep, Pat and I watched a news piece on Puppy Mills. It seems like every year, there's a story on these things, and our Liberal provincial government has no intentions on doing anything about it any time soon. The images we saw give me chills, and made me cuddle Sally just a little bit tighter. We got her at a pet store 9 years ago and as much as I hate to admit it, she probably came from a puppy mill herself.

I have an interview with the City of Waterloo tomorrow and I want the job so bad I can taste it. Unfortunately, the part-time job I got last week is probably out the window now that I didn't show up today or yesterday. I keep getting sick. Feeling well is no longer the norm, but rather a luxury. I don't really know what I'm doing different or wrong. All I know is that I get that panicked feeling, like I'm falling behind and everything is falling apart and waiting for me to fix it. And I just don't have the energy for anything anymore. I hate this feeling, that I can't rely on myself and always have to expect the unexpected. I want to be consistent.

Well this is enough kvetching to last me the month, so I'll come back with something positive to say later. If I can't think of anything, I'll just bluff.

Poker

It's true what they say:
"Everything in life is a gamble."
And the more you wager, the more you can gain.
When dealt a shitty hand, just bluff. Smile.
Go all in.

Down with the by-law!

The city of Waterloo has a noise by-law that is in effect 24 hours a day.

This means that keggers, which in the summer are a daily occurence, can expect visits from the cops as early as 7 pm.

This morning, Pat and I were awoken by the sound of drums and trumpets outside his apartment at 10 in the god-damn morning. When I, half-joking, suggested he make a noise complaint, you better believe he did!
It was actually the funniest thing ever. The source of the noise was a bunch of young cadets and some official-looking older men (possibly even police officers) preparing for some kind of parade. We watched from his window laughing our asses off as a cruiser pulled up to talk to the crowd. Yeah, we're assholes.
Of course, the cadets/marching band were given an exemption to this by-law.

Seriously though, please don't tell me that students drinking in a back-yard at 7 pm is more disruptive than a marching band at 10 am on SUNDAY morning. If you ask me, that's what people where I come from call BULLSHIT.

Pat and I have now made it our plight to look into this rediculous by-law and get to the bottom of this prejudice against students and the sacred rite of drinking excessive amounts of beer. We hope to eventually lead a coallition against the by-law, or at least get the same exemption for keggers (at least until 11 is reasonable) that the annoying-as-hell marching band got.

Sometimes...

...looking for a job means being an absolute bum

...reading Vogue or a good book is more rewarding than a job

...taking care of someone else makes you feel taken care of

...you push the outside things so deep inside, you forget what's hurting you

...resolving things makes you feel unresolved

...eating half a cheesecake by yourself makes it all ok.