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12.30.2011
I never thought I'd miss Gerry's more than my own home. I've been back in Invermere for 2 weeks and I'm getting sick of my family again, which is a good thing (I have to return to Uni again sometime), but it is completely unexpected to me how much I miss our little town ice-cream shop. It seems all I can think about every day is "I wish I had money so I could go to Gerris", "Why don't we meet at Gerry's?", "Remember that time at Gerry's?".
I guess that last phrase is the kicker. There are so many good memories and thoughts associated with this place. I get nostalgic when I think of it, really. It had been a gathering place for family and friends - especially friends - during high school. Back in the early days of the shop, when Gerry kept it open until whenver he felt like it, I used to come and stay here until 11pm or 1am or even 3am sometimes and talk to the artsy students who had lives that revolved around coffee. Then later, when the hours changed, and the students graduated, I came to Gerry's with my friends, sometimes every day, and it was wonderful. We'd drink coffee and eat cartons of ice-cream, creamsicles, paninis, and chat about life.
There were some great conversations here. We used to talk about school, and what we wanted or didn't want to do with our lives after it. Books, music, movies, boys, girls. Didn't matter. It was a place to spill your guts about anything. We'd spend hours and hours just sitting, often in comfortable silence, enjoying the shared atmosphere. I loved it. And even though the chances of us all being together again at this place is slim, being here, right now, makes me smile. I hope it stays open forever, so other people can enjoy it like we once did.
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12.28.2011
Anime just takes over, you know? I've tried to stop, I really have, but no matter what I do, I can't stop. However, as of yet I have never dressed as a character for Halloween, no have I ever attended Comicon or Sakura-con or anything remotely similar to those, so I am fairly safe, right? I don't think that makes me addicted. Thank god. No Anime Anonymous for me. I'm not that far gone.
I am finishing the 2nd to last episode of Guilty Crown right now. It's amazing. The plot is not genius, but it's fascinating, the characters are quirky and lifelike, and the art is extremely well-drawn and animated. I am impressed. And sad, because I'm sure that it ends after the 12th episode, which is in January 2012. As if I have to wait that long. NOOOO.
And now I have to find something to take it's place until then. Hm, what anime shall I watch in a week? Fairy Tale? Code Geass? Soul Eater? So many options. Maybe I'll just catch up on my BLEACH.
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12.15.2011
I am sitting on a Greyhound bus; destination: Vancouver. I have mixed feelings about leaving University for the winter break. No dout I am excited to see my family again after so long, and yet, spending such a great amount of time away from all the wonderful people I've just met makes me sad. There have been a lot of hugs this week. I will see them soon enough.
This is the first time I have ever had laptop with me on a bus. I am not used to watching movies and updating my iTunes library while travelling. It's strange, and I feel very self-concious about people watching over my shoulder, or listening to me type loud and fast. They probably think I am a tech-junkie, what with me typing on my laptop while listening to my ipod and periodically checking my phone. Also, I'm scared to keep it on the seat, for fear that I'll fall asleep and the homeless-looking fellow in the opposing aisle seat will steal it. And so I keep packing it back in my bag.
There is no internet on this bus, which is a shame, and no plugs either. My laptop will die in an hour, so I am going to update my ipod and then shut it down for a bit. Watch the scenery, perhaps.
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I have arrived in Vancouver! It's a shame that I left Kamloops just as it started to snow and feel like Christmas. Vancouver seems to be stuck in a perpetual October. I like the snow. Come on, West Coast, do that thing you do every once in a while and SNOW.
Currently I am using McDonald's wifi and it is satisfyingly strong. Although, my computer might die from the use on the bus. My Aunty Lisa will pick me up in a little bit, and my sister is coming here! Stoked. Cannot wait to see them.
For now though, I will download some more music from my favourite site www.noisetrade.com, sip my orange juice and watch the cute dreadheaded guy reading in the back corner.
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12.12.2011
Is it that I am lazy, or that I work really well under pressure? I don't exactly know, but I am always leaving things to the last minute. I need deadlines. DEADLINES, I say!
In the HOL again, trying to write some essays up - due tomorrow - and failing miserably. Yes. I am miserable. I am to write three essays. THREE. They aren't very long (about 1000 words each), and yet the beginning always gets to me. I can never find an interesting enough topic to start them. How come it is, that I can write a blog post of a thousand words, but I cannot do schooling? Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.
How is your life? Mine is peachy.
Went to a party the other night. A big one. Started out with roughly 75 kids under the age of 15, then after the "cops were called", they scattered, and the house was emptied. Only the cool people remained. Meaning the ones who were legal and/or too drunk to give a damn. I was 'and'. Drunk and legal. And eventually high, too, although where I procured the weed I have no idea. Second night in a row, though. What a way to start the Christmas break, eh?
I suppose that means I was cool. Briefly. Awesome.
That night, I was hit on countless times. By young, unattractive strange boys, and men I already knew. The latter, I never thought would happen, but oho, you never know when alcoholism hits the soul. I was very flirty, which didn't help, I suppose. Some guys even had girlfriends. Jesus, Kate. Remember, you're not just a whore - you're a classy whore. For CEO's or athletes.
I drank half of a bottle of Jagger. HALF. Does that make me a drunk? I wore high heels the whole night and krunked out to random rap songs. Ate some alcohol-infused caramel-flavoured whip cream, smoked some cigs and song non-cigs, hit on some poor, unsuspecting boys and then got a ride home. It was 3am. We ate cheerios, noodles, and then passed out.
Sounds like a great night, right? It makes me a little sad that I'm going to go home for weeks and not see anyone. I'm sure I'll manage, though.
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Saturday morning, I woke up in a warm bed with two attractive men. No, we didn't have sex, and yes, I am a little sad about that.
Listening to: Let's Be Friends by Emily Osment"Wait, what'd you say? Is that your girlfriend? Think I'll be turning that around."
Friday night I attended a wonderful chorus concert at the local Presbyterian church with my good friend Kory. Went went to cheer on a mutual friend who was singing in the choir for the first time. She did amazing. Hit some notes that I definitely used to be able to hit - when I did opera. Yeesh, they were high.
It was a fun time, lots of other friends came, there were that we devoured, and I had McDonald's afterwards. It had been a long time since I've been to church, though, and I felt a more than a little out of place. I didn't even think of what I was wearing, which consisted of a not-so-long sweater and leggings. I'm such a harlot now. I did, however, remember some Bible verses and songs, and had a nice conversation with an elderly lady about the, and I quote, "Indecently lurid versions of Amazing Grace. You know, the ones all those misled black people sing. Oooowoaaahoaaaah, that's right. Oh Lord! Sing it, sista!" I did not agree, but I was highly amused at her brash conversation, and we sipped fruit punch together.
After Kory and I walked back to TRU, we ran into Natalie and Heather and a bunch of friends, uh, who were, if I remember them all, Harry, Kyle, Mirona, Steven and Cam. They grabbed us and took us to 'the smoking tree', where we started our night's adventures. After a long swig in the cold we decided to grab some alcohol and went to Heather's room, where we danced a little and drank and lot. Everyone wanted to stay awake for the eclipse, but after 5 hours, 6 shots each of varying alcoholic beverages, and 3 return trips to 'the tree', we passed out. I remember walking Kory to his room (he was blazed. we've watched iphone vids he took - crazy night), Cam left early in the night, and Steven never actually came with.
We slept in Heather's room, at first all on the bed, but as we got more sleepy and grumpy and picky, Heather slept on the floor, Natalie went home, and Kyle, Harry and I got the bed. Mind you, Kyle had half. Harry and I curled up together on one side.
And, yes, it gives me great pleasure to say this, I've been in a bed with two men. As I mentioned before, we were (sadly) not naked, but I can say this: men are smokin'. And no, not just visually attractive, I mean temperature-wise they are hot. Super body heat. And I have been successfully boiled. Two men in the same bed is a recipe that includes rolling, patting, and 400 degrees Celsius. Unfortunately, I only got the latter.
That morning, the guys parted ways, and Heather and I curled up for some more sleeping. Around 11:30am I split to my own room and cleaned up, and met with her and Natalie again for pancakes at 12:30. They were not as great as usual, I don't know why - maybe it was the jam with the burnt chocolate. After that, we bused downtown for a bit and ate McDonald's. A lot of McDonald's. We parted ways for a few hours, met back up, and watched Footloose. I have now realized that Footloose is my muse for dancing. It is my god. Or, at least Kevin Bacon is. That movie makes me want to dance all day long. In yesterday's case, I did. And I listened to the song over and over and over again. In fact, I will again.
Listening to: Footloose by Kenny Loggins"You're burning, yearning for some-sombody to tell you life aint' passing you by."
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12.09.2011
My sister phoned me right when I was called from the line at Tim Hortons. It's really a blessing when your close enough to your siblings that your teenage sister will willingly be put on hold for caffeine and confectioneries.
Trying super super hard to not spill my double-double all over my laptop. Being a klutz can really suck sometimes. It's already all over my boot. Blech.
Sitting in the Brown Family House of Learning building at TRU, lovingly christened 'The Brown HOL' (or simple 'the HOLE') by students. Despite the feces-related nickname, the building is actually quite beautiful. It's modern architectural features are striking, and the eco-elements like the bio-wall (a 4-story wall waterfalled in moss and flowers) adds a fresh touch to the atmosphere. I'd say it'd be calm and quiet, if not for the Timmies. But, hey, it's 2011. We're 'mostly' eco-friendly.
It's 4:26pm and I'll soon need a flashlight. Winter can be annoying. Aside from the cold and the wind and the, well, cold, it get's dark as soon as I deem myself visually fit to leave my dorm.
Something has come up. I'll finish this in a few hours.
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My friend Natalie is heading to a Fraternity dinner tonight with another close friend, Travis. He's a really sweet man. He asked Natalie's boyfriend permission to take her to dinner. Very much a gentleman. She requested that I do her makeup for tonight. For the past 3 months, that has been my duty as friend - to do her 'going-out' makeup. I don't mind, of course. It's a nice way to practice and test my skills. And she's always looked gorgeous, so I think I am entitled to an A+. He just picked her up, wearing a silver tie. How thoughtful of him to match her jewelry. It's too bad that he's not my type, because he's a damn good catch.
Listening to: Ablaze by Armchair Cynics"You're the picture in the locket, the gun in the chest."
I am going to sit and visit with my friend Heather for a bit and chat, then I'll go forth and do my dirty laundry. Yes, it must be done. It's been a while, and I need socks.
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Sitting in my room at Uni, wondering when the hell I'll ever stop procrastinating. Never, probably.
I'll look into that later.
It's 1:22 in the morning, I have eyes that are most likely bloodshot, not unexpected considering that I've been watching FRINGE for the better part of the last 24 hours. I've eaten enough rice for 2 average Asian families, and drank enough water to float a cruiser - the toy version, of course.
Healthy isn't a word my diet is familiar with. Nor is exercise. Or sugar-free. Tomorrow I will eat a yellow pepper, and it will be one of the few vegetables I've had since beginning my first University year. One of the few, entire vegetables, that I can count on one hand. Impressive, really, the human body.
Listening to: Eyes Wide Open by Vespers"People come in circles and squares. Some are hearts, but they're quite rare."
I'm studying for my Art History exam tomorrow afternoon. It's on the Roman Renaissance in the 1400's-1600's. It's actually quite interesting, but my class boring. And when I say boring, I mean that I fell asleep the first 2 classes and have had to bring my laptop with me ever since in order to stay awake. It's not a particularly hard class, but for some reason, I have had a terrible time studying the material. That could just be my procrastinator coming through, but I doubt it.
I'm unmotivated. By anything. Except free time. If it's a responsibility I want no part in it. I suppose that's a problem. I wonder if that's the case, though... Whether I'm lacking in drive for the expected. And whether it's come through noticeably, and in other classes. Take note.
Listening to: Thunder Clatter by Keegan DeWitt"You spoke like broken thunder, deep into the center of me."