Snippets

Gerris

2011-12-30T14:20:00.004-07:00

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.

Sakura-con

2011-12-28T23:00:00.001-07:00

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.

2011-12-15T18:41:00.003-07:00

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.

- - - - -

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.

Ridiculous

2011-12-12T20:06:00.002-07:00

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.

Kick of your...Friday shoes

2011-12-12T03:54:00.004-07:00

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."

The Brown HOL

2011-12-09T17:10:00.013-07:00

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.

---

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.

Take Note:

2011-12-09T02:20:00.008-07:00

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."

2011-10-14T16:06:00.002-06:00

As per usual, I have taken my time in posting here. There have been a lot of changes in my life since the last post, and I just haven't had time to write anything about them. Mainly because I've been living them, and partially because I'm so, disgustingly lazy. :0

I will post soon, though. A real one. STREETS AHEAD

Like a Vor-TEX

2011-07-20T13:06:00.012-06:00

Tumblr, Tumblr, Tumblr. Oh how you suck me in. I can't get enough of your smooth scrolling and photo-gasmic javascript layering. It makes my mind spin round and round.
I should really stop. It's dangerous. I come to the Library, pick up a ticket for a half hour computer time and WHOOSH! -it's all suddenly gone. Why? TUMBLR! THAT'S WHY!
I use facebook for, oh, a minute or so, and then I use hotmail for the same and then I login into tumblr, innocent as a flower-just wanting to know what Harry Potter madness has been going on today. Then, out of nowhere: "You have 5 minutes left of computer use." Um, okay, what?
Really? I suppose it's not much different from when I was on Gaia. Oh boy, that site would grab me in it's colorful jaws -dripping with cuteness and then spit me out 9 hours later -cold and hungry and full of new gossip I'd never use in my REAL life.
And look at that! 1 minute to go. Gotta run and get more time.
...
BACK!

This morning I went to the Fairmont Banff Spring Hotel for breakfast at The Grill, and spent more money on a buffet than I've ever spent in my whole life. It was delicious though. Watermellon and omellets and as much bacon as I wanted. Yum. It's definitely a once-in-a-year experience though. I don' think my wallet could take it if I went all the time. :/

Speaking of wallet and spending too much money; I went to Calgary with Ben on Sunday to see Harry Potter! And now I owe him twenty bucks (which I don't have anymore-because I spent $300 at the mall! ...kill me now.)
In any case! Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt.2 was incredible. Spellbounding - literally. I was completely caught up in everything. Laughed at Ron. Cheered for Prof. McGonagall. Cried for Fred and Lupin and Tonks and Snape. Had a standing ovation for Mrs. Weasley. Sighed dramatically when Ron and Hermione kissed. Cried again when it all ended and then laughed histerically at an 'older' Daniel Radcliff and gang.
Yes, it was truly magical. It's too bad I didn't get to go with Kim and Kris, but Ben and I had a wonderful time together. And other friends were there as well! Hadn't seen Mackenzie Brush or Rebekah Hagan in (strange to be saying this already) 3 years! Phew. Long time. Forgot how much I missed 'Kenzie. Love that kid.

Work is picking up customer-wise, and slowing down mentally. It feels like every shift get's longer and longer.
And with every day gone by, I get closer and closer to University. Which, despite all the stress and money it involves, makes me so excited. I can't wait to go. I have to sign up for all my courses in the next few days before they are all filled up. More money down the pot. Sounds fun, don't it?
Also, I should really start saving up for a laptop/netbook of some sort. I realize that some such thing would be amazingly handy come start of school. Boredom-reliever and essay-writer and all that. I'll probably need it to Skype my family and friends too. Oh dear. I'm going to research one right now. A cheap one. Hm...any suggestions?

It's been raining non-stop here in Banff. Cold and windy to boot. Not very much fun to walk in.
What happened to summer, July? I need sunshine to LIVE!

Alex Pettyfer is sitting across from me. ......no, not really. Just some hot guy who looks very much like him. Trying not to glace over my monitor too much- HE LOOKED AT ME! O.O!

What song should I put here today? Let's go with...

Still Alive
(Mt. Eden Dubstep Remix)
Lisa Miskovsky

Away

2011-06-30T14:27:00.015-06:00

Going crazy here. Listening to M.I.A. Eating chips I got on sale.
I've been working the regular amount - 5 days a week. Sometimes I'd like to work more. More often than not -none at all. I figure that's how it'll be forever.
My days off consist of next to nothing. I practically sleep all day Wednesday, and then I'm at the internet cafe Thursday. Usually for about 6 or 7 hours.
I have friends who I never hang out with. They are called co-workers. Supposedly I'm going to BINGO sometime with a girl, but I often get the feeling that she laughs because she thinks she has to, not because she likes me. I might just be a paranoid loner.
Friends are important to me. I feel like I need people around me in order to be my best. Not really getting that at this time. I'm hoping I'll feel better in University. Most likely I'll be the loneliest I've ever been. It seems to work that way.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows comes out in less than a month, and it's starting to look like nobody will be going afterall. I would love to see it, but I'm not going alone.

Can you guess what I do for fun? I go to movies on Cheap Tuesday Nights (tickets for $5) by myself, watch an early show, then sneak into the later one without paying for it. I also hide ice-cream at the bottom of my slushies so they charge me less.
Oh, my life is certainly interesting.

Canada day is tomorrow, and I close at work. I'm going to miss the fireworks, which is definitely not awesome. But, there is a pancake breakfast at 9, so maybe I'll go by myself to that...
My mum had texted me this morning, wanting to spend the day with me, but she doesn't think that is going to happen afterall. I'd love to see my family again, if only for a few hours. They still might come into town later today for a pre-Canada Day dinner. I really hope so.

Though the town is swarming with thousands of people, human contact feels so slim.

There is a creppy local man sitting across from me in the cafe. Honestly, I see him every day, and he scares me a bit. Blocking out his stares.
GET THAT FOOT AWAY FROM MY FOOT!
...he's gone now.

I've been constantly worried about University. I have already applied, been accepted into my program and into student housing, but I have a a millions fees in July, and not so much money to pay them with. I know I always joke about living on noodles and soup, but that is going to be my reality. I cannot afford to buy anything else for the next 7 months.

Edit: New blogskin! 5:57pm

Teqkilla
M.I.A. ft. Nicki Minaj

I never really Post

2011-06-27T19:54:00.003-06:00

So, hey. How is life?

I never post anymore. I never have the chance. I'd like to do that now.

But, the Library is closing, and I have to run.

Sorry, guys. I'll be here tomorrow and I'll post then.

For now, here is a little piece of my life: Hitting the Fan

Hi, hello

2011-05-17T18:04:00.001-06:00

Excuse me, hi, hello, you know me - your employee. Just felt like
mentioning you are a sussy s.o.b. and 'claiming future ignorance' for the
copywrited photos you've just put up is not only unprofessional, it's not going
to fly, missy. Get real.

Chocolate is Yum

2011-04-26T19:10:00.003-06:00

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST!
Chocolate is yum.
Yumm. I'm typing out a post right now about Victoria.
I'll submit it tomorrow. It's arduous and long.
And I really don't feel like finishing it right now......or editing it to be shorter.
Going to go home and clean my room and play Ultimate Avengers and eat shrimp and wait impatiently for friends to arrive tomorrow.
PEACE!

Shiminy

2011-04-04T13:34:00.003-06:00

An ad on Facebook; "Are you a girl, who acts like a boy, & wishes they were a cat? You're not alone!"

TOTALLY ME! MEOW! Not. I think I probably used to be at one, sad, sad point in my teenage life. But, those days are over. Mostly, excluding the days I get super duper bored at the internet cafe and end up watching BLEACH...but no cats. Just sexy, sexy redheads beating the shit out of non-redheads.

Going to Victoria tomorrow! This chick is very excited to see everyone. Must have spoons and popsicles and midnight walks.

Ben, I know you don't read this, but your mom says 'hello'. :/ Hi, Mrs. V.

I just left a huge message on Jenny's FB wall explaning in detailed German how much I miss her and how much she means to me and how psyched I am to be seeing her soon. German is a hard language to write in, sirs and missus. Very difficult. She better appreciate the brain cells I killed to type all that out.

Who else should appreciate me? KIM. Whom I took 2 days off for (equivelent of $192 wages) to hang out with. Yeah, better love me good! -uppity snoot nose here- Also jazzed to see her (you, 'cause you'll read this), and whom I desperatly want to take to the Sushi Train. Yeah, you heard me. I said train. A sushi place that brings food out on a TRAIN. Get here now bish.

The prospects of LAME

2011-03-30T18:31:00.005-06:00

A week has gone past, and nothing has changed. My life is relativly exactly how it was at the last point I posted here.

My hands are freezing at the moment, and I'm very hungry. I can fix both of these issues by going home. But I won't.

This keyboard has sticky keys. I feel like I'm the only one making noise in the Library because of how hard I'm punching the letters.

There was a man behind me who was swearing at the top of his lungs because he couldn't remember his Hotmail password. He's left now, due to the librarians harassing him to shut up and "this is a family area, sir!" (Nevermind, he just walked past. ...ew.) I mean, really. If you can't remember, make a new account and e-mail the FAQ staff. Don't sit there forever and be obnoxious. Figure it out, or don't log in.

news: HE'S BACK!NUUUUUU! ....getthefuckoutofheregodamloudmuthafuckabeforeiblowupyerass.

A week until Day Without Shoes! Very excited. Mostly because the snow is melting all away, and my feet won't freeze to death! Sidewalks will be clear. I also have the whole day off to hang with Kim, and later that night I'll be on a bus heading to Victoria -Not wearing shoes. It should be oodles of fun.

Attempting to make sense of this University courses and timetable bullshit. It's a lot more confusing than I thought it to be, and when I tried to at least complete some of the pre-registration timetables and find out what time courses actually were, my mind exploded onto the desk in front of me. Why can't they make it easier to understand? I don't have to officially register for courses until June 1st, so for now I have to figure out what degree I want to end up with and what courses will take me there. Grr.

Last night, with the nonstop encouragment from Melissa, I attended an event held at LuLu Lemon. It was a presentation on Self-Movement and Wonder. I'm not really the type who goes around making the world a better place, or 'imroving one-self", so I didn't see the point in going. However, against my weaker judgment, I ended up enjoying myself immensly, even participating in discussions and so forth. What is movement? Rational thinking verses dream thinking. The battle of Fear vs. Longing. It was fascinating. And although there is no way I'll be a 'lemon', I'm thinking it might not be so bad to see a few more of these.

The Randomness Continues

2011-03-19T17:25:00.006-06:00

Mudcrab is back!
(Mudcrab = my friend Natalie.)
She just got back from her 2 week vacation to Mexico, and she's tanned and happy and energetic and I am soooooo not.
I need this Victoria trip very badly.

Jenny: Tickets are booked, so we're coming for you. And you better not study the whole time or I'm gonna' kick some German ass. Comprende?

Now that I have Ben's b-day present, it's time to get down and dirty with the creative side of me. No big secrets about it, but whatever you know now is all you're going to get. No more hints.
It's time to indulge.

In the time span I've been sitting here, I've eaten 3 pieces of gum.
I'm not addicted to coffee. It just keeps me alive, is all.
I might drink too much of it. But-and Dennis will kill me for saying this- I don't really like tea. There, I said it. Secret is out. Hey, I am good with Sleepytime and Peppermint, but others pretty much make me sick. Physically. I don't feel good with them.
SO- coffee it is. And I loooooove it.
Something needs to keep me awake through my dreary life...

I need to buy some more socks. And less of everything else. I've gotten into the habit of window shopping! It's scary and dangerous. I am aware of this fact. However, I am doing it all the time now. Like yesterday, when I bought a shirt that I am currently wearing from right off the shelf. Looked at the window, next thing I knew, I had a Roots bag in my hand with a shirt that I shouldn't have been able to afford rolled up and whooshing around the bottom. It's a terrible thing. Especially because now I have even less money to live off of for the next 2 weeks. Rice and Noodle diet, here I come!

Jacinda, we need to chat. Kim, you need to chat with us. You know, for more than the 20 minutes (or less) that our group convos last for. They are getting increasingly shorter when they should be getting longer. It's not right. We must divulge our live's vices and triumphs to eachother on a regular basis; keep in touch now and then forever.

And Kris, let's talk. ♥

CAN'T WAIT FOR SUMMER!
I want it now. Here. With me in Banff, and wherever else I go. I want Sham, and a hundred braids in my hair, and pickles, and a 'cheesy, stupid, hipster tattoo' of a sparrow. I want to go camping, and sleep in cool grass, and drink Shirley Temples with tiny straws while eating mini sandwhiches with swords to play with after you scarf them down. I want popsicles and cotton candy- a carnival. I want a carnival. Freinds and fun and Tim Horton's at 3am. All of this and more.

I can has cheezburger, also?

Let's all make an effort to be nice people.
And if that doesn't work, none of this friendly bullshit. Whip'em dead.

~PEACE

Confusion is abound

2011-03-15T19:26:00.002-06:00

17 minutes and 40 seconds to go.
The Library closes in that amount of time.

I miss things. Want to do things and see things and learn. Why can't I do that anymore. Why am I so lame? Why is my life so uninteresting.

Dreadlocks for mua? I'm craving. Maybe just a hundred tiny braids. When my hair is longer.
And an eyebrow bar.
And a tattoo.
Okay, maybe not a tattoo...

Has life changed since last week? No. No it hasn't. Kelowna is not happening. Is that new? I don't know what I post here anymore.
I'm going to be living in Banff for a while longer.
Don't cheer.

13 minutes and 14 seconds to go.
Have I mentioned I need a laptop?
Will be on the internet cafe computers tomorrow all day long if anyone cares.
Probably not. Most people don't.

I hate peeling oranges. One end is meant to pop out, and the other never quite works out the way I want it to.

There is a man sitting next to me who is rubbing his legs back and forth together so that his demin pants make a rustling sound.
It's driving me nuts. I want to kick him.

10 minutes.

Very hungry right about now. I crave peanuts. And lasagna. Definitly salty things. Possibly barbeque wings.

St. Patty's day coming up. Going to get hammered. Maybe it'll cure my boredom. I'm sure dancing crazily on a bar with 6 old Irish men singing jaunty tunes can cure that.

Jenny- I cannot WAIT to see you. The trip there with Kim is going to be amazing, and I just KNOW you'll love to see me---I mean, your present. Ahem.

Gonna' go eat now.
BLOWING THIS SHINDIG
PEACE

Non-Fail

2011-03-09T18:55:00.002-07:00

There. That's better, isn't it?
Hopefully the layout works better on IE, since people still (shockingly) use it.

BORED OF BANFF.
Alliteration.
Best part of my day.
Aside from chatting with Kim and Jacinda. <3 Much love for my home-girls. Can't wait until the end of April! :D

Remember all those plans I posted before? Many are now NOT HAPPENING.
Why? Because the universe seems to hate me. And nothing works out how I want it to.
SO, I adjust my life accordingly.
That list is going to be re-written. And it might be done again and again and again. So don't get used to the same thing twice.

Ben's birthday present arrived today, which means Jenny's will arrive in a week or so. Yay! Good, because Canada Post sucks, and it's going to take bloody forever to reach them.

I've been on the library computer for 5 hours. Which is a long time, considering every 30 minutes I have to get up and ask for another time-ticket so my computer doesn't turn off.
It's a good thing it's free, or I wouldn't have the patience for it. No siree.

Last night, instead of going to bed like a normal person, I crashed on the living-room floor in full clothing with the TV blaring. Surprisingly, I had a restfull sleep. HA! Never happens. I definitly had Skylar-party dejavu. <3

And that's my post for the day. Gotta go home and live my boring-ass, lame life now.
PEACE MUTHAS~!

fail

2011-03-08T18:09:00.001-07:00

Blog is FAIL currently.

'It will all be better in the Spring...'

2011-02-22T17:57:00.003-07:00

The snow continues to fall here and the glistening layer of ice on the river
won't be moving for months to come. Frosty wind bites at rosy faces, tearing and
making them tear. It's February now, and time passes as the animals in the high
mountains slumber in their glacier homes. As the humans go about their
routines not as happy as they used to be - not as warm as they once were. Toes
in woolen socks once promised to keep warm and dry are now matted and
ratty. And cold. Breathe the heavy air. Spring is far away. It seems Summer
might never happen. Aloud, I ask myself: 'Will winter last
forever?'

Doubtless, Spring will come, bringing with it presents; sunshine, campfires,
toes in soft sand. I cannot wait until that day. When I can run outside in one
of my torn shirts and flip flops and be warm and happy. Winter could leave and
I'm quite sure I'd never miss it. It brings me misery. I've got the blues, cabin
fever and it's killing me. Where is the rain and where has all the fun gone? I
want to play spoons in ticklish grass and drink Pina-Colada's on a hot
trampoline. To eat creamsicles until I am sick. To laugh and
splash and run and do nothing - nothing at all, except stare at the sky and be.
Spring, Summer. Come soon. I miss you so.

'I whip my hair back and forth---'

2011-02-09T14:53:00.002-07:00

Good afternoon to the blogging world! Well, okay, just my blog and the depressing amount of people who DON'T read it. HELLO! :D

Sitting in the Library right now, next to a man who is talking to himself. He looks a little crazy, so I'll give him a break. He can't help it, I'm sure. But damn, it's annoying. -mimics-"Okay, so, Kesler. Okay, and center. And 83, and, um...right, okay, and-" (muttermuttermutter *clickclick* mutter). Go Hockey fans...

This is my only day off this week, which means I am a workoholic. It also means I'm very tired all the time, and that WHEN JACINDA AND KIM AND I GO TO EDMONTON IT'LL BE FUCKING INSANITY! RIGHT!?
Yeah, I thought as much. Let's make some plans, people. Gotta get the ball rollin' sometime, or it'll all go to shit. :o

Dyed my hair (always want to write 'Died' instead...), and it is RED, mofo's! Very red, might I add. Sort of..... lighter than Emma Stone's and a bit darker than Florence's. It's amazing and I love it.
What? Photo's? Hahaha, photos. Riiiiiight. Phew, crack me an egg. Not going to happen. For a bit. Who knows? I don't have a webcam, nor a phone that's connected to technology enough to send photos to the web, nor do I have web for that matter. No computer... But I'm sure I'll have my picture taken by someone soon enough. Possibly a stranger. Stalk me and you'll find something, I'm sure.
xD (ego muuuuuucccchhhh......)
psst* I'm EVERYWHERE

And so the post goes on-

Life lately has been dead and boring and cold and slightly lonely. I've decided I need some fucking friends, and they are currently either far away or far-far away. Sucks ballsacs. Someone visit me and take me skating.

OHO! GOT ACCEPTED TO TRU BITCHES!
Wooo. School.
........woooooo?
WOO STUDENT LOAN!
/death

Plans now for myself are as thus~
FEB
+ Apply for student loan
+ Apply for University housing
+ Doglsledding on the 17th
+ Down With Webster concert on the 28th
MAR
+ $100 Film Festival in Calgary on the 3rd
+ Buy Ben's b-day present for the 9th(6th?)
+ Work like it's going out of style for 2 weeks
+ Trip to Edmonton with Kim and Jacinda on 03/??/2011
APR
+Buy Jenny's b-day present for the 10th
+Buy Dad's b-day present for the 27th
MAY
+ Buy Mom's b-day present for the 17th
+ Move to Kelowna with Natalie (??????)
JUNE
+ Take a 2 week trip to Eastern Canada for my birthday on the 10th
+ Move home for the summer OR Victoria
JULY
+ Brianne's wedding in Ontario on the 30th
AUG
+ Sham on the 6th
+ Nocturnal on the 18th
+ Buy Kim's b-day present for the 1st
SEP
+ UNIVERSITY :D/:O

Joined YouTube with the intention of making some short vlogs- and then didn't. Baha-so, maybe they'll go up, and maybe they will never. Probably will. But later.

JACINDA
-Make me a sammich! No, well yes, but first send me a poem/story/drawing! ♥ I know you know my address. You creeper.
KIM
-....Make me a sammich, beotch! And then mail it to me. xD I miss you like nuts on a donkey. Come visit me. Crash at my place. We'll light some incense and...grass...or something...teeheee
NOT

dirtybit-
~Kate

I THROW MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR SOMETIMES
SINGING EHHH OHHH I HAVE HAAAAAAANNDDSSS!

Oh dear lord the boredom

2011-01-19T16:18:00.006-07:00

I'm going to get rid of 75% of my clothing and replace it with AWESOMENESS!
Maybe I'll do this when I get home. As I'm cleaning my room.
If I end up cleaning my room.
That rarely happens.

Life has sucked lately.
I have had more money than I've had before, and yet I'm bored and VERY sick.
Work is boring. Life outside of work is boring. I work. I eat ( and not very well ), and I sleep - also not very well.
I play video games, mainly the same one (Mirrors Edge) over and over and over again.

All I want is some Chicken Ceasar Salad, warm weather, a clean bill of health and a boss that doesn't hate me. And, apparently, that's too much to ask for.
Who doesn't want to be healthy and warm and happy? It's pretty much a fucking RIGHT.
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So, I'm drinking tea right now, and it's pretty damn good. Alpine Apple or someshit. Delicious is what it is. I'mma get 3 more cups.

2010-11-24T13:56:00.001-07:00

Hey guys.
Jacinda asked me to post and I really haven't had the time (or the means) to do so. But, I figured that because I'm on a computer right now, I might as well make a small one.

[Pt. 1]
Robert and I are no longer together. He broke up with me over text about an hour ago. Am I sad? No. A little dissapointed that we didn't talk about it, although I'm sure now that if we had it would have made everything worse. Don't worry about me. My feelings are still intact. I had been falling out of love with him since the day he moved back to England.

Note to self: You are bad at long-distance romantic relationships. They are a no-no.
Supposedly, I am a 'Free Woman' now, and I have no problem with that.

[Pt. 2]
My manager pulled me aside last week into her office and berated me for an hour about my attitude and how imcomrehensibly rude and selfish I (apparently) am. I listened intentively, and said I'd do my best to act...nicer. However, what I got from the, er, 'conversation' was that she has something against me. I don't know what it is, or how she figures it, but that's what I think. I'm not planning on changing who I am in order to please one single human being if the rest of them are fine with me. And if she has a problem with THAT, she can fire me. :D

[Pt. 3]
I went to Victoria last weekend! I LOVE YOU GUYS! Friends. Deary me, I need them. I missed everyone so badly, but I didn't realize how much exactly until I was there visiting. I should move.

[Pt. 4]
HARRYPOTTEROHMYGODAMAZINGSOGOODEMMAWATSONISFUCKINGHOTANDTHEGRAPHICSWEREAMAZINGANDICANTBELIEVEIHAVETOWAITUNTILJULY! fuck.

I need to start applying for schools.

I need to start saving money. -HA! yeah right.

I need a portable heater.

Oh, and I dyed my hair white. Aha, yeah, no jokes here. It's white. Well, REALLY light blonde, but I like to think it's more of a white tone.
I love it.

Have to go clean my room now. Honestly, I don't want to. It's just been messy and unorganized and uncreative for the last month. While it give it some TLC, I'm going to listen to some music though. Always helps me.
So bye for now. Maybe I'll post in a few days.

Oh

2010-08-01T12:18:00.000-06:00

It's all a secret.

Most of it anyways.

Even to me.

(^^^^)

2010-07-05T16:44:00.002-06:00

Hey guys,

Life has been getting...off, as of late. I know that what I'm doing right now is only just keeping me upright, and I know that I need to do something. I'm not so sure what that is anymore.

I thought school would be such a good idea. I could get an education. Be accepted in various jobs, get a career maybe. Stability in stability. But I don't want that. Not anymore. At least for now.

I'm going to say I'm going to do something and then do it. There will be no backing out. And I have to decide what that something is.

Traveling sounds like a great adventure. Will I be happy if I travel? Who knows?

I need this.

Brief understanding

2010-06-30T16:52:00.002-06:00

New addicted song: "Remedy (kaskade remix)" by Little Boots ♥

Hey guys, Kate here. Updating.

BANFF
I'm enjoying living in Banff. Sky is brightening, water is heating. Grass is becoming greener. It's a beautiful place.

WORK
Benetton is solid. My co-workers are amazing. I'm still not please about my wages, but I'm not risking my job for an extra buck. It's too good for that.

"These are the good times in your life, so put on a smile and it'll be alright."
~"The Rain" by Calvin Harris

BOYFRIEND
Currently, I'm in a relationship with a wonderful man named Robert. He's from England and he pretty much just rocks. More about him later, believe me.

SHAM
Not going. Ugh. Kills me to say that, but it's true. Can't afford it. Sorry.

UNI
Talked to TRU about registering for courses. Gotta somehow pull $300 together in the next month. Talk about difficult. It will be done though. I have to go this year. Personally, it has to be done.

"She's nothing like the girl you've ever seen before."
~"Sexy Bitch" by David Guetta ft. Akon

SUMMER PLANS
I want to visit everyone at home, but it's not going to be possible. At least not right now.

Miss you all.
Good to be back on Blogger.
Adios! ♥

you Tumble? Add me! :D
Heavenly Flavours

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2010-06-20T19:50:00.003-06:00

New blogskin.

There is so much to say, and not really enough words to say it. I'll publish a larger post soon, but for now I'm just going to say, life is treating me good at the moment.

Updates of Shenanigans and Ramblings

2010-03-21T15:54:00.004-06:00

Alrighty, I have 14 minutes to type this out. Let's go!

Yes, I am aware of how shitty my blog looks. I haven't gotten around to finishing the scheme-switch, as I am still in the Banff.

Speaking of Banff, it is good.
I have been writing in a journal of sorts for the past couple of days, so when I get home, I shall type all the good stuff out here for your enjoyment. And believe me, it's enjoyable.
I've been a naughty, naughty girl. What? NO! Not that way. Geez-Louise. Troubled minds...

Work is still going excellent. I've met most of my co-workers, as well as their relationship partners, friends, friends of friends, bosses, siblings. You name it. I've met them and they are all awesome. Some funny stories there, let me tell you. But I won't. Not until tomorrow. ;]
I'm getting more comfortable with the enviroment there - talking to people and trying to convince them to buy more than one thing is a difficult thing to do, but I'm becoming more accustomed to it, and I've been trying out various phrases that seem to be working for me so far.
Next work day is Wednesday! Wooo.

2 days at home!

• I have yet to write that letter for Kristopher.
• I have yet to send those postcards around the world.
• I have yet to dye my hair really red. Oh, NOTE: This is GOING TO HAPPEN.

• Jacinda, that blogskin looks amazing.
• Jenny, there are so many people here that remind me of you every single day. I miss thee and thy hair. Listened to your mix-CD on the way here. Melissa and I were singing 99 Luftballoons at the top of our lungs. And we don't know the words, so it would have been quite the sight.
• Kimberleeeeeeyyyyy! SHAMABALAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! : I want. Now please. Thanks.

I'll see you all in a month, yes? How awesome is that? We shall be re-united.
Maybe. I saw something Kris said on FB about not speaking to you all for a month, with exceptions. Um, can someone clarify? Am I an exception? I didn't do anything wrooooong. >_<'

When summer arrives, I shall be a happy goose. Oh yes, I will be a fowl full of joy.
And when it does come, camping and hiking and shenanigans will ensue, for it will be a time of celebration and acting like hooligans and nobody can do or say anthing against it.
SUMMER!
♥

K8

Banff

2010-03-18T17:22:00.004-06:00

Sitting in the Library in Banff, using the computers. Which I'm not really supposed to be doing...but hey, it's not my problem they have a shotty way of handling passwords.
Sleeping in the van is not that bad. It get's cold, but the coldest is only around 6am. I have a large, fuzzy blanket and a down sleeping-bag, so I'm toasty all around.
This whole time I've been eating my mother's Nutrisystem food. It's powdered and pre-packaged and brown and gross. Who wants to eat watery scrambled eggs? And it's Chicken A' La' King looks and tasted the same as the Minestrone. It's all I have, though, so I'll deal.
Work is lovely. I'm having a fun time. :3
I'm coming home this weekend. Thank goodness.

I miss Skyping with you all! Talk to you soon!

TO BE EDITED WHEN I FEEL INCLINED TO DO SO

2010-03-11T17:12:00.007-07:00

I am psyched that FFR is back in existence, because this means I can stop my painful withdrawal and be addicted again! My playing level has now reached 10/13.

I attribute everything fast and amazing I do to having played FFR for 4 years. I am incredibly proud of my reflexes and hand-eye connectivity.

EAT ME.

Purple man is hilarious. Reminds me too much of Seamus. Oh to see him be an idiot once again. Jesse as well. Both of them purple would be hilarious. 5 year reunion here we come...

ELLIPSIS! = ...

CAPS

I am in a weird mood. I am also drinking hot chocolate. Tastes rather good, actually. Might you have a sip? Too bad you're the internet.

Tumblr? What is that? I've never heard of TUMBLR before. Ugh...the addictiveness of that bloody site. Curses. No, not Tumblr. I'm talking about YouTube. >>;

And now I'm in an frustrated mood. I'm pissed. Currently, I am using my mother's computer to do my business, as my computer committed suicide this past weekend. I've just recieved the news that I am not allowed to do anything on here but check my e-mail and Facebook. No chatting with friends, no watching videos, no checking my twitter account. Nada. Nothing.

>>; Not a happy Irishman.

Not that I'm Irish.

Or a man.

But give me a break! The only way I talk to people is through Skype. Does she want me to ditch my friends? Never speak to them again? How does she expect me to complete my school courses if I'm not allowed to access their website? And I can't download the programs I need to complete them because they 'could contain harmfull viruses'.

I guess I'll just become a hermit. Maybe I'll just do nothing and talk to nobody.

Because that's what's going to happen.

I'm defying my mother right now by being on Blogger. AND FFR, and YouTube. -sigh- Who knows what's going to happen. Couldn't she just be a bit lenient? It's not like I'm downloading music files, or torrenting movies, or watching porn. I'm just being social.

SO NOTE: the only way to contact me will probably be through E-mail and Facebook. Not like I expect you do actually do that, because E-mail is a dead language and Facebook chat sucks basketballs, but if you feel like talking to me and I'm not currently defying my parents by being on a recently downloaded Skype then please, use aforementioned methods and I'll get back to you. Or you can mail me. I'd like that. And NO, snail mail is not dead/stupid. It's amazing.

This also means that Noki, you will not get your blogskin I promised you, and I will not be vlogging.

Phone is officially dead. Well, it's been dead officially for a long while now, but it's...yeah, it's not working. I've decided to cancel it. No more phone for me. I've lived without one for 18 years, so I'm pretty sure I can handle living without it for a bit longer. At least until I have a solid paycheck. Even then I'll have rent and groceries and school and, well, alright, no phone for me for a LONG time.

Test

2010-03-06T20:07:00.001-07:00

Took a narcissism test...=] Pretty low score. Awesome.

The Love That Didn't Last

2010-03-02T00:26:00.007-07:00

It turns out that Tumblr and I are incompatible. It's true. Our relationship has not been working out at all, and I think it's time to end it. No more Tumbling. I need a steady relationship.

Blogger, you and I are forever. ♥

On the topic of Blogger, it should be extremely obvious that my skin has changed. I felt like I needed one. The other one was too...plain(?). I'm not really sure the reason, but it is changed.

New: Comments have been added and enabled (FINALLY!). Took long enough for me to figure out the proper code to use for this silly skin html.

And now the only thing left to do is create another cell on the right for my artist list, move everything over about 200 pixels, and edit 'till I pass out.

I've been slacking at a few things lately. One of which is my 'plan' to update my High-school courses in order to attend Uni. I know that's a terrible one, which makes it better that you don't know the reasons, as they are much more terrible. I even had Jenny remind me by text throughout the day. Shame on me.

I shall do it tomorrow. I have no reason not to. Especially since I'm going downtown, and it's downtown and I can just kill two birds with one stone.

Recent Downloads

Sara Bareilles
Vanilla Twilight by Owl City
Still Love You by Rick C ♥
Waterdeep
The Civil Wars ♥
We Were Owls by Lovedrug

Let's Do This

2010-02-28T17:35:00.002-07:00

On Friday our Jeep arrived in town, and that afternoon we headed out to Calgary to pick up Melissa from the airport. The ride was comfortable enough. It seems the parental units made a grande choice. Cannot wait until it's warm enough to ride without the top, and the doors.

As Melissa was not arriving at the airport until Saturday morning, we stayed overnight at a Holiday Inn Express, which I must say, was very nicely decorated. Plus one for the interior designer. The next morning, we picked up Melissa. It's nice to have her back with us, but I do kind of feel bad for her having to sleep on the couch.

That may not be for very long though, as she has an interview with Lush on Wed in Banff. You see, the family stopped there on the way back, and Melissa and I applied for various jobs around the area. We handed out a lot of applications, and got a few bites. Turns out, I have a very good opportunity at United Colors of Benetton (hooray for knowing people who know people), and, as it happens, also have an interview for Wed. Cross fingers that I get it. It's a great store, with wonderful people.

Canada won Olympic Gold in Mens Ice Hockey today. It was an intense game, with Crosby scoring the winning goal at 7:10 in OT. Nerve-wracking and amazing.
Congrats to the team for doing such an amazing job.

...and whooping the American's arse.

We have now broken the record for most golds scored by a host country at one game. That's something special.
Closing Ceremonies in less than 10 minutes. Let's get this show on the road!

Beating Him

2010-02-24T09:40:00.006-07:00

I remember bits and peices of my dream last night. Little scenes. Freeze frames.

[-----------------------------------------------------]

A new road branching off to two roads, but there are really three - I couldn't see the third one until I needed to turn back from the place the first ones led me to.

Morgan and I were driving. Everything was shades of brown. The road stretched on forever. After one turn, we pulled over. Walked a couple hundred feet. She asked me why, and I didn't know. So she kept walking. A police officer pulled up beside us - angry that we'd park a car in the middle of the highway and walk away. I told him we wanted to walk for a while, but we'd go back. He left. We went back to the car, and drove to Fairmont. Morgan disappeared.

In a purple car - Josh Nyrose' purple Honda Accord - at a gas station...in Calgary. There was a lot of snow on the ground, but I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

I had a fur jacket that I kept putting on and then taking it off because I'd have panic attacks when I wore it. It had 5 buttons. They were black.

Kim and I rode with josh to a house. I don't know what the outside looked like. The inside was the image of the inside of a house of an old friend I met 15 years ago. I was wearing my coat. I was panicking. Josh and I were talking - saying only 3 words each to each other periodically, which was more than Kim. I don't remember her talking. He and I were flirting. Laughing. Making jokes. Short jokes, I suppose. I felt extremely happy.

I went to the washroom to undo my coat. Terrified. I was way too hot. I remember feeling I had to get out or something bad would happen. Kim was in a stall somewhere behind me, but they were all open, and a tall, skinny woman was leaning against the wall in the handicapped stall. She was black. She didn't have any eyes.

Ben Linus told me to stay put in the house. He was scared. He said not to move from my spot on the counter. I was in front of the windows. For a while. For a long, long time. I tried not to breathe, but I don't remember breathing then.

Two men were outside the window in the snow. They were tall and hadn't shaved for weeks. Blonde and a color I didn't recognize. One grabbed a nitrogen bomb and started walking towards to window. I scrambled off the kitchen counter, and sat on the floor. The kitchen was white. The island was huge.

The men came through the living room door. They were talking in muffled tones. I couldn't hear them. They were walking around me. Terrified, I crawled away from them whenever they moved. Any direction I could. Into the living room. One man had green eyes.

I crawled around the half wall. Ben Linus was lying on living room floor, propped up on his elbows. Nonchalant. I realized the men could not see me. They didn't have a bomb anymore. The living room door was brown and 3 inches thick.

I was breathing now - deep, slow breathes. I remember being surprised that I could. On the other side of this half-wall, there were lots of shoes - dirty shoes - and lots of coats hanging on racks on the wall. There was another door.

Then I was outside. Ben was standing, and only one man was there - the blonde one - with a gun. He was laughing at Ben, and shooting him. The bullets never hit Ben, but he was in pain, I could tell. The man was rambling on about boots - white and blue fluffy snow boots - and how he needed them now, or he'd make the bullet's hit.

I had those boots on. I remember slipping them on while inside the house. I don't remember why.

They felt amazing on my feet. They had 2 laces. One on each side, that went vertically through the boot. The sole was flat. I pulled the strings and the boots tightened snugly around my legs. I tied them. I think.

The man could see me now. He turned to me. His lair was long. Too long. It disgusted me.

He was shooting at me. I could see sparks fly as each bullet was fired from his pistol. There wasn't much snow on the ground anymore.

I was scared I'd get hit, so I walked towards a hill across the nearest ditch, and grabbed a thick bended branch from a brush pile and turned back towards the man who was shooting at me.

I realized I wasn't injured. The gun had jammed. I walked towards him with the branch. He was kneeling, scared and frantic. Trying to fix his weapon. My boots felt really, really heavy. I hit him. Twice. It never made contact, as far as I could see. The man never moved again.

Ben disappeared. It started to snow. My dream ended.

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Not really surprised Ben was in my dream. Afterall, i did was LOST last night.

A prank call woke me up from my dream.

"Hello. This is an automated message for Mr. Fat Cheesburger."

Thanks, assholes.

Tumblr

2010-02-22T12:29:00.003-07:00

A little while ago, I created a Tumblr account. It was before I because obsessed with it, when I was a wee little T-Virgin. I had thought then that, in order to view Tumblr blogs, I'd need an account.

Hah! What was I thinking? Anyhoos, yesterday I decided that it was high time I update it into a real blog. And by real I mean overload it with wonderful pictures and inspirational prattle.

Blueberry Skies

*name is subject to change CONSTANTLY.

My Blogger blog will continue as always (not that it's being updated a whole lot lately), however, it shall be for posts on my daily life, and Tumblr shall be for what I stated above. Capiche?

x o x o

I am feeling fat lately. Really fat. And I've hummed and hawed over exercising, and now I've finally decided to do it. Hooray me.

So, I'm thinking it will be a morning thing, probably around 10 and on until lunch. Still debating what I am going to do for moves and such, but I'll figure that out today. Definitely a lot of crunches and lunges. >>; ew.

x o x o

Homecoming (DiscoTech Remix) ♥

Where'd You Go by Fort Minor ♥

Song For Mutya (Out of Control) by Groove Armada ♥

100 Bolds

2010-02-15T19:36:00.001-07:00

[taken from dcq-little-dream[dot]tumblr[dot]com]

01. You’re currently confused about someone’s feelings for you.
02. You have been in a serious relationship before.
03. You own an iPod of some sort.
04. You do not like your sibling’s girlfriend/boyfriend.
05. You drink too much alcohol.
06. You have been to the Olive Garden.
07. You have taken medicine of some sort this week.
08. It is really cold in your house right now.
09. You are extremely dependent on others.
10. You do not like to express your feelings in front of others.
11. You ate a lot of food today.
12. It doesn’t take much for you to cry.
13. People consider you a sappy sort of person.
14. Someone in your family is rich.
15. You have been to Disney World or Disneyland before.
16. You hate when people constantly talk about themselves.
17. You are a good listener, but you hate complainers.
18. Someone has called you for a serious medical emergency before.
19. You have had a serious surgery.
20. Your house has a spare bedroom.
21. Your house is old.
22. You have at least one cousin under the age of three.
23. You have never held a baby before.
24. You can’t handle toddlers.
25. You have a painting in your room.
26. You have been to Canada.
27. You have been to Mexico.
28. You love cherry flavored lollipops.
29. You celebrate Easter.
30. You observe Lent.
31. You are Catholic.
32. You do not believe in God.
33. Religion is not important to you.
35. You would rather have more sons than daughters.
36. You have more aunts than uncles.
37. You hate being too cold.
38. You currently are way more tan than everyone else.
39. You wear shoes in your house.
40. Your parents are clean freaks.
41. You are more messy than clean.
42. You are currently angry at someone.
43. Patience is so not a virtue to you.
44. Your desk is extremely clean.
45. Your bed sheets are either blue, green, black, or white.
46. When you hear “black & white” it reminds you of Katy Perry’s ‘Hot n Cold’ song.
47. You have no clue what that song is.
48. You think rap artists are completely pathetic.
49. You are glad George Bush is out of office.
50. Politics are boring to you.
51. You take a vitamin daily.
52. You feel like you are sick often.
53. You hate throwing up
54. You think it’s gross when people set food down on their desk at school with no napkin.
55. You also find it gross that people sit on top of desks.
56. You are now cringing at the thought of someone’s food where someone’s ass was.
57. You love getting bubble baths.
58. You do not like chocolate at all.
59. You are allergic to nuts or some nuts.
60. You have been stung by a bee before.
61. You have been to the emergency room before for something.
62. One of your parents is 50 or older.
63. You are the baby of your immediate family.
64. You hate broccoli.
65. Cooked carrots are good, though.
66. You go on tumblr too much.
67. You are really comfortable right now.
68. You like witty t-shirts.
69. You are a major fan of underground bands.
70. You have been on an airplane before.
71. You are not afraid of heights.
72. You consider yourself paranoid.
73. You have had a panic attack/ breakdown before.
74. The thought of being old and alone bothers you.
75. You would choose the elderly over children.
76. You feel like you’re living in the wrong decade.
77. You have smoked weed before.
78. You think it’s way too cold outside right now.
79. You love the thought of sleeping in tomorrow morning.
80. You would rather go to bed early and get up early.
81. You feel like the early bird catches the worm.
82. You are a big breakfast eater.
83. You are currently suffering from the common cold.
84. You are craving something salty.
85. You have been in a car today.
86. There is something plugged in near you.
87. You have heard of the TV show “Private Practice.”
88. You do not like medical television shows.
89. You prefer horror to comedies.
90. You adore Leo & Kate.
91. You think high-waisted pants look good.
92. You hate cheesy movies.
93. You enjoy camping out.
94. Bugs don’t bother you.
95. You do well in school without trying.
96. You are extremely jealous of someone currently.
97. You feel like you have changed a lot from 08-09.
98. You like energy drinks.
99. You like italics.
100. You know the entire script of Mean Girls.

good moron

2010-02-10T11:07:00.004-07:00

I've been looking for a job for the past 3 weeks and I haven't found one.

I even traveled into Calgary to look for one, and received no replies yet.

You think that would be enough hard work to satisfy my parents for at least a week. Apparently not.

I barely said 3 words to my dad this morning and "BAM!" he starts yelling at me. "You haven't found a job yet?! Why the hell not?! What are you doing? Get off that computer now and go look for a job! You are so lazy!"

...Thanks, dad. Good morning to you, too. By the way, I have a couple new blisters on my feet from walking around a city for 5 days!

-sighs-

Once again looking at schools. I'm leaning more towards the artsy bits. I know, I know. I'm so wishy-washy on my courses. That's because I really still don't know what I want to do with my life. I need to talk with my mum later tonight about application fees and such. Stupid schools, making me pay $100 to mail a piece of paper to them.

Snips:

○ LOST is back on! ♥ YES!

○ I finally bought some Blistex for my poor, chapped lips. 'Complete Moisture".

○ My cell phone is going to be cut off in (maybe) just over a week unless I pay. I guess that clinches it. No phone for mua!

○ Noki, I cannot visit you for a longo time. You must come to Invermere for Vacay in the Summer. :3

○ DEMIIII, hooray for posting. ♥

That worked well

2010-02-08T21:51:00.003-07:00

"I don't even know why I went there in the first place."

"I realized halfway through that I don't want to live there."

"So after all that hard work, I really actually hope nobody calls me back."

Yeah. Good work me. Going to Calgary and that's the fruits of my labor.

I must have handed out 30 or so resumes and filled out 10 applications, not to mention some interviews, and now looking back on it, I really, really, really, really can't believe that I did that.

I mean, yeah, sure jobs, wooo. I'm not against taking a crappy job if it's only part-time and in a place I like to be and if it's just temporary for something greater, but geez. Living in CALGARY?! I don't want to move THERE.

...

So, I don't know what I'm going to do if I get a call back from some place. Tell them no, I guess.

-sigh-

I should probably apply for the schools I want and then get a job in one of those areas. Makes more sense to me.

Kelowna is probably my best option right now.

Ichaaaaa. So complicated.

Can't I just win the lottery or something, please?

pretty please?

test it, shall we?

2010-01-24T00:34:00.005-07:00

Okay.

I think I might start every blog post and vid with that. "Okay." Just sums me up nicely.

Today was both productive and unproductive. The product of going to bed at 4am yesterday was me sleeping until 11am. I got up, shoved my bed into a corner and went to work putting some more clothes away into my new dresser. Had breakfast at lunchtime, made some pre-frozen juice. Guests came over then - friends whom our family hasn't seen for quite a long time and it was really nice to talk with them. Finished the entire jug of juice with their company.

Made more. Ate lunch; fish and chips a little over an hour after 'breakfast'. It amused me. Lazed around for a bit, watching some TV. Then I got down to finishing Jenny's letter. Wrote the last paragraph, signed it. Doodled on it (oh noes! spoilerz!), drew some fabulous art, stamped it and then left it on my desk to procrastinate sending.

I'm not sure exactly what I did for the while after that. Oh, more friends of the family came over, but they left. Young kids throwing tantrums and such. At that time I was, if I recall correctly, watching Mitchell and Kyle's new questions video on mmitchelldaviss.net. Facebooked, spent entirely too much time on YouTube, Twitter and ffffound.com. Then more stuff I don't remember doing. Such a bad memory I have...

Little sister had a fun-raising gig at the local community hall, so dad decided to drive her and hit up the grocery store at the same time. I volunteered to go, and sent Jenny's letter. It's on the way, love! Came home, mum got off work. Then, while dad cooked dinner, mum and I watched What the Buck? episodes and laughed at weird videos of laughing cats while playing lame internet games (many of which can be found here).

Dinner was very tasty. Lemon fish with green beans and rice. Yum.

After that, I watched Post Grad, which is now on my list of favorite movies. Cute, cute, cute!

More YouTube after that. Really. I'm such an addict now. Is there a channel for YouTube addicts? That would be hilarious. No, I watched some Michelle Phan, and now tonight I am going to begin testing out her sugar scrub recipe. Extra Virgin Olive Oil, Honey and Sugar. Sounds strange, smells funky, but apparently works.

So now I'm off to try it, organize some more room items and then (maybe) have some sleep. Most likely not very much. Wish me luck!

Mar sin leat,

Kate.

Extra, Extra, Extra

2010-01-21T19:48:00.007-07:00

Okay, so I found the video camera. Well, Dad found it. I know where it is, for now. It might move and disapear on me. Hopefully not. I'm going to try and film a vlog sometime soon, but I'm thinking I might do it a bit differently. Make a big thing out of it - have a certain way I dress and do my makeup and stuff in them, vs. the usual me. I dunno. Maybe it'll happen and maybe it won't. Point is, I'm going to give it a shot.

Finishing up those cookies Kris and Ben gave me for Christmas.

There seems to be a lot of leftover chocolate in the tin with it. Alright!

Nothing really to blog about. I've been a little sick, but it's nothing all too serious. Still have a headache, and my stomach cramps came back (yay...), but I'm feeling good.

I know it's normal for a person's pulse to speed up during a period of illness, but when I'm sick, I swear my heart turns into a bullet-train. It's almost as if it speeds up and pumps extra, extra, extra hard to take the stress off the rest of my body. It's kind of annoying. I mean, feeling my pulse through my eyelashes has got to be really abnormal.

Jacinda, remember that vid you put of me on your blog? Yeah, I still can't view it.

Kim, you must post something.

Jenny (if you decide to read this), I am replying to your letter ASAP, and including lots of little fun pictures as requested. Should send it in a day or two!

Mar sin leat,

Kate

As of Late

2010-01-12T14:05:00.009-07:00

After a month a 5 days, I cave. I DID DO a video for my supposed vlog, but I filmed it with my little sisters crappy Dell, which has viruses and barely any free memory or storage to speak of, so it didn't end up uploading. There were so many problems and shut-downs and file-size issues and firewall bugs that I just decided that I wasn't going to go any further. And so here I am: not a COMPLETE failure, but close enough to one.

Today my topics of choice are Moving Home, Christmas, New Years, Life.

So we begin.

Trip

The bus ride home was long and tiring. And entire day spent on and waiting for a bus. Jenny and I were on the same bus, and we sat together for about half the way. It was cramped FULL with all kinds of people. Families, Hippies, Crack-heads, Musicians, Businessmen, etc. I was sitting by this fat man - a father of 2 [cute] young boys - and aside from him squeezing into my seat a little bit, he gave off a lot of body heat. I am a cold person by nature, so I didn't mind it at all. A human heater. It was nice.

Movies were watched by Jenny and I, comedy clips recorded right from the internet in Victoria; pictures taken with funny frame settings. It was okay. I remember running to the grocery store. How cold it was.

The 2 hours spent in Golden waiting for the bus to arrive and the driver to be ready made realize just how amazing mountain people are. Despite having the chance to talk to 60 people on the previous bus, I found that it was really difficult to do. Aside from the Musicians and Hippies [who were all coming with us], the rest were city people. Stiff and uncomfortable people to talk to. The people in Golden, though. Ah, mountain people. "My feet are fucking freezing. Fuck." Says one Converse-wearing guy to the rest of our 6-person group...4 of whom are also wearing Converse. It's -6 degrees Celsius. We all concur, swear, kick a few suitcases around and are talking like we've known each other for years for the rest of the trip. Nothing akward, nothing weird. Immediate friends.

Even though I arrived in Invermere at 10am-ish, and despite being horribly tired, I didn't actually go to bed until later that same night. Crazy how the mind works.

Home...

...is Home.

Christmas

I woke up at 7:30, woke up the little sister and, with her, jumped on the big sis. We all treked upstairs to the general feeling of the holiday. Mom and Dad drinking coffee, waiting for us to dive into our present-opening, goodie-box-perusing and usual shenanigans. I received 2 books, an official Olympic Canada hat, knee-high converse hand-made by a student from Vancouver, 2 shirts, a wonderful knitted sweater, a hairdryer and a hair straightener. Lots of chocolate. Ben and Kris baked cookies for our little group, and they were soooooo good. I still have some, actually.

Did nothing all day long except sit and talk and laugh. It felt really good. I have an awesome family.

Thanks, Jenny, for that awesome gift. ^^; I listen to that CD over and over again, and I've used my lighter a few times already.

New Years

Arrived about 8:30pm or so. Went for a walk with Jenny and Kim down to the liquor store for some good stuff. Ended up buying some light beer and some [yummy] cranberry...something. xD

Talked about resolutions, kind of played truth or dare, talked some more, cuddled, Kris took some Polaroids, hung out in Ben's room for a while, talking some more, haha. Played Spoons - the real way - with alcohol. Twas fun. Ben and I were probably the ones closest to being tipsy. None of us actually got drunk, though. At least, not that night. ;]

Had fondue with Ben's family and some of their friends from Germany. Oil-fried meat with Ginger sauce = yum. Toasted with champagne at midnight.

Close to 4am, Kim and threw on the wii and played some Mario - the new version. We played 2-person and pretty much failed. Didn't even get passed the first stage. Had a blast. Kris joined in a bit later...which didn't exactly make us any better. We still didn't do very good. Like I said though, had a good time.

Slept for 4 or 5 hours, woke up, snuggled some more with people, then left.

Life

Is like a pendulum. It nice one day and the next it's not. Personally, in my mind - opinion - my life is pretty good as far as it goes. I have a room, a house, a family, a computer, friends, food, reading material, YouTube, art supplies, fresh air, townspeople who like me. It all seems nice to me.

However, as my dad continues to remind me: I am doing nothing with my life. I'm a slob. A mooch. A loser. A failure as a human being. Isn't that nice? Yeah, most of it's true, but damn, it makes me feel like shit. Imagine hearing that every day.

I have no job right now. No money. I should, yes. And I actually wouldn't mind it, as long as I don't have to work my ass off 5 days a week like regular people do. Reality checks aside, I know it's actually possible for Me - myself - to live o.k. on working 2 days a week. Especially in this town.

I'm lazy. No shit. I can't seem to find enough gumption to get off my [rather [now] fat] ass and go apply for one. I'm sure there are some out there, including my old job. But really, who wants their old job back? It payed good, but I certainly don't. I enjoy trying new things.

So all I have to do is GO GET ONE. Which is what I'm doing tomorrow, wanting to or not. It has to be done. I need money.

TO DO WITH SAID MONEY: buy router/wireless adapter for my computer, pay my phone bill, pay my parents back for Vic rent, buy rest of presents and grad gifts for friends, buy a camera, send all those fees to universities with application forms so I can go to school. More stuff, I'm sure.

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Other news: I had a date with a boy some weeks ago. It was awkward. He's nice. I don't like him that way. It all turned out okay.

My dad just figured out that I'm blogging. He was not a happy paranoid skeptic. Apparently I am to stop blogging or I move out. Those are my options right now. Fun? No. He has this idea that I'm going to be stalked and then the house is going to be trashed cause they find out where I live and then our family get's injured/killed because I'm blogging about what EVERYONE is doing at ALL TIMES. Which isn't a lie. I am. But seriously, dad. Calm down. Only a third of the world blogs now. They aren't getting killed off. Really.

What else is he mad about? A lot. Not worth mentioning.

Moved the rest of my stuff into this new house today. I now have to re-arrange my life [room] to fit all the furniture that is now in my cramped little cubby of a room. Should be fun.

It's cold. That's important. I freeze all the time in there. In fact, if I bring coffee or a similar hot beverage into my room, it's cold within the hour. For shame.

I'm almost done reading the book that Ben gave to me...six or so months ago, "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle". How sad is THAT?! Ugh. Then I read Jenny's book, and then Mom's. I should get on that.

Maybe I'll see if the Library is hiring...

That's all for today.

I should actually have a video up on YouTube sometime in the next couple days. I'll take it with my iPod camera this time, so that way I can get it on my computer easily and maybe it'll actually upload.

Goodnight!

A Door for the Ones who are a Little Bit Backwards

2009-12-13T16:22:00.005-07:00

I hate it when I have so much to say and can't say it.

Because I have too much to put in here, my vlog post of 100 is going to be put aside. As Jenny said, that can be used for my post of 101 in tribute the the Dalmations. It's a strange reason, but I like it.

Today, my topics of choice are:

When Money Corrupts The Hearts Of Good People

a.k.a: Christmas

I haven't had much money in the past month. That is a complaint, and it's also a fact. Because of this, Christmas presents are going to be arriving at people's doors around February. Unless a miracle happens, that is. And, seeing it's the holiday's, perhaps it will. I'm hoping. Although receiving presents is amazing, and I love my friends and my family for being so kind and considerate and just plain awesome, I do feel a smidgen of douchness for not being able to give anything back. I'm doing my best to draw pictures and find cheap items, but so far it's been a challenge and I'm a bit out of luck.

Big Cities Are Best Shared Over Ice-Cream

a.k.a: Coming home

Segueing from my previous topic, I am happy to say that I am going to be home for Christmas. I'll get to see my family again, and all those friends I've only been able to talk to via Skype. However, I'm not just coming home for the holidays. I'm moving back.

Victoria is amazing. I DO love it. The temperature, the humidity, the noise, the ocean. It's all wonderful, but it's not for me. Not right now. I thought it would be fun to live by myself in a big city. Move out from the family nest and start a life all my own. A month ago, when I broke the news to my parents, I was all over it. It'd be such an adventure! Well, I wasn't wrong there, it WAS an adventure, but one I'll admit right now that I wasn't ready for. Many things contributed to the situation I find myself in, but we don't need to go into detail about them. All that matters is that I came, I tried and I'm leaving, a changed and happy individual.

On another note: travelling back is going to take SO LONG. 18 hours. Ew. Hopefully Jenny can make it for the same day as me so we can get the discount and have someone to talk to instead of being bored out of our minds.

Hand Me The Overly Used Cliches, Please

a.k.a: Modeling

About a week ago, I received a call from an old friend, Jordan Teyke, who is currently a student at the Aveda Institute of Victoria. He wanted to know if I would volunteer as his model for this demonstration lesson. I happily agreed. After a few nervous inquiries from him as to cuts and styles and lengths, I calmed him down and told him that I would be good with whatever he wanted to do. I mean, I'm 18 years old. So what if it's short or weird or another color? I can just change it, or wait for it to grow out. (My hair grows pretty fast). This pleased him to no end (he actually bragged about me to his classmates. -rolls her eyes-) and we finalized the info. Yesterday, the 12th, I went in for the appointment. We were given refreshing tea and water, checked in, and then led up flights of stairs to a massive room. There were probably around 30 hairdressers there, all lined up in rows like inspectors. We all paired off to our respective stylists then and Jordan and I had our reunion. Hugs and laughter. Following a delightful shoulder and head massage he proceeded with the cut.

A lot happened in the 3 hours that I was there, but when it was all said and done with I didn't like it. Jordan agreed. It is medium-length and cutesy and bob-ish, which all leads to a big nono from me. Not my thing. But it's okay, really. I can live with it until I get the chance to cut it again. Which, might not be too long. I'm going back for his next test on Saturday, and he says that if I still don't like it by then, his wife will give me my own personal haircut all for free. I'm very excited about that.

Fashion Changes With Every Magazine And Broken Heel

a.k.a: what I want my hairstyle to be

I've been thinking of what I want done with hair for a while now. Even before that horrible haircut. What I am leaning towards right now... meaning what I REALLY, REALLY want to do is crop it and dye it off-white. Either that or copper. Being completely serious here. I want it one of these colors (the lighter ones) or a shade of copper and then cut it like so(sides) and so(top) - one of them. (None of those are all that close to what I want, but it's good enough for now.) I'm kind of designing my own. Thoughts? I really do want it. for the excitement and the drama and the coolness factor. And I think it would look good on me. I just don't know if I would regret cutting it that short. It would take a while to re-grow, even for me. So it's a big step.

Any comments would be enjoyed. Especially since this will theoretically take place in a week.

A Difference In Who She Might Have Been

a.k.a: Me

We all know I have changed. All of us change - have changed. I think the changes in me have happened mainly in the past year. I've become more outspoken and aggressive. In bad ways and in good. My mindset has changed. Main beliefs have stayed, but a few have wavered and swayed. I think differently now and I act differently. I speak differently. These changes are most likely to stick with me for a while now - if not the rest of my life, and I'm okay with that.

I just hope everyone else is. The relationships I have with my friends are likely to change. I'm not trying to sound conceited here. "Oh, when I change everything changes". No, not like that. I'm saying it could have an effect on the relationships I have with people, and I hope they are okay with it. I don't want to lose anyone.

And In Other News

a.k.a: ...in...other news...

+ AVATAR IS COMING TO THEATERS ON FRIDAY! -love-

+ I don't think I have enough food to make it through the week. So lunches will be cut out.

+ My lips are so effing chapped they dry out my mouth, and balm doesn't seem to be doing shit for them. I miss Burts.

+ It finally snowed in Victoria. For a whole 10 MINUTES! So exciting. Gives me a very, very, very small taste of what's at home.

+ I bought chips. and Sugar crisp.

+ I wish I could fly.

+ My cell phone is bugging me in various ways. I kind of want a different one. I wonder how I could make that happen.

+ If anyone feels like sending me a virtual hug, please do so. Or if you stalk me in real life, I'd be okay with actual hugs, too.

I'm a Pirate

2009-12-05T18:04:00.002-07:00

I have so many blogs that I'm following, they don't fit on my list.

And the ones that do actually slow it down, so if a blog is updated, I don't receive the notice until like, 20 minutes later. It's horrible, I know.

Thinking more and more about this whole vlogging thing. I'm so addicted to them now. It's like, I go onto the computer and pull up YouTube. First thing, and it's weird because I've never really done that before. The sites I'm used to pulling up first are like, Twitter and Facebook, and of course Blogger, but never YouTube. That site used to be like, the music video/missed an episode of something site. And now, it's always open. Weird.

And so, vlog, right. Yes. I'm am going to vlog. You have guessed/heard/telepathically known correctly. It's going to take some getting used to, this whole talking to nobody thing, but I'm sure that once I get a few vids down it'll be a piece of cake, no problem. Oh, cake. Yum.

You know what's good? Those frozen ice-cream pizzas you can get from DQ. Yeah, ice-cream PIZZAS. They are sooo good. Smarties = best, evar. See what I did there? Just a bit of internet-amazingness with the 'a' in ever instead of the 'e'. 'Cause I'm cool like that.

When you use words like 'cause' do you make use of the apostrophe ahead of them or after? Like... o, as in "Piece o' Pie" do you do that? The little... punctuation bit? Obviously I do. It's a habit. Like not using chat speak on my mobile cellular device.

So, yes. Vlogging shall happen one of these days. Probably tomorrow, when the family is at Church and I'm home alone for half the day. What am I going do DO in them?! It's so nerve-wracking, but I'm excited for it. Should be a blast. And then I can do that for my 100th post! Aha!

Avast ye' mateys!

Bye.

Almost There

2009-12-03T16:00:00.002-07:00

98 blog posts with MySnips. To me, that's a lot.

Of course, it's not counting all the posts from my old blog elivate.blogspot.com

I don't know how many are/were on there. -goes to look-

Oh, wow. 59 posts. 157 posts in total so far. That's insane.

I'm thinking of doing something special for my the big triple digit. Not sure what exactly, but there are some ideas running around in my brain. Just have to pick the winner.

Added to bucketlist: sit in an oxygen chamber.

Changing my blog name. Yes, I am. But, I'll wait for 100 before that happens.

Any name ideas?

Any blogskin ideas? Doing something different with THAT too.

Mish-Mash of ME! Who Else?

2009-12-03T00:47:00.005-07:00

Okay, so I know you're all going to think I'm crazy. And I probably am. I mean, we all know that I've always had this tiny (ie. rather protruding and disgusting) amount of drama and weirdness inside of me, but it's never really had a chance to manifest itself IRL.

Yes, I just said IRL. Have a problem with that? Take it up with Ben. He explained it rather well to me.

This craziness/insanity/random-late-night-brain-explosion caused me to laugh uproariously for no apparent reason at the family cat, who was eating and was startled and tripped me over, which is how I ended up on the floor with corn on my head, which caused me to laugh even harder, creating an echo chamber out of the rather small kitchen and invited Lisa's hair and nail clients to get up at stare at my loud, writhing, form.

Which was funny. I watched myself in my replay from out of body mind theatre and it was funny. I know this to be true.

The clients also started laughing. Good sign.

Inspiration hit me when I had regained composure and balance and I decided right then and there:

I SHOULD VLOG!

Yeah. Wow. Cool thought. So unoriginal.

But HECK YES.

So I hopped onto YouTube -insert angelic soundtrack here, maybe a halo and some cheap Twilight-esque graphics- to find some vloggers. I had seen a lovelavalive vid a looong time ago. I'm thinking I was not into that kind of thing back then, or else I would have remember it...or favorited it or someshit. But yes.

Reliving those past memories. Adding new ones. Fucking love Mitchell Davis. He and I should meet, cause I happen to think we'd do some crazy ass shit, like blow up a garbage can...with...milk, or something. And all this unecessary swearing I'm making would be smoothly edited out with pleasing sitcom sound effects. That would make me happy. The sound effects. Yes, and Mitchell too. Sure.

And that's my crazy idea.

Pretty rad, eh? EH? I thought so.

I still do.

Although, I lack distinct camera equipment. Well, any, really. Webcam from the iMac, I suppose. I'd have to learn how to use that. Oho! Adventurrrrrrrrrrrre.

So many 'r's. Ew.

Not editing it.

SO. I'm going to create a YouTube account, and then possibly/maybe/hopefully upload a vid.

Of something. Most likely me.

As it's my blog. ehe. VLOG.

WOW. what a rush.

Off to watch Star Trek.

Torrented. Just for you, Kris. Just for you.

Nobody else.

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mentioned in this post

http://youtube.com

http://www.twilightthemovie.com/

http://mmitchelldaviss.net/

http://www.youtube.com/livelavalive

GOT MILK?!

Black and Gold

2009-11-29T01:02:00.003-07:00

I'm going to start this off by saying that life is good.

Lately, I've really been thinking about why I'm really here in Victoria. Why did I move here? Most importantly, was I ready? When these kinds of questions get into my head, I have a tendency to either panic and accept them, or mull them over until my brain hurts and cry about it for hours and do nothing until someone tells me what to do. In this situation, I did a series of maneuvers that included panicking, rejecting, confusing, crying, accepting, learning, understanding, and then re-evaluating. That was the general order, with some more crying thrown here and there for extra drama and unnecessary emotional stress.

In short, I was confused and unhappy, and now I'm not. Following me so far?

Concerns were as follows, somewhat in order;

Rent
Christmas with my Family
Job

They all tie into each-other, which added even more mental stress. I hate figuring things out in specified ways. Hurts my brain.

I have entered into this life un-prepared, which, although not good in the monetary sense, made sense for me (if you understand that, then we're doing great). I felt as if it were time for me to leave home - leave my family and essentially all I own - and venture here, to Victoria, all on my own. I had just over $300, a backpack and a heavy dose of healthy confidence.

The money went fast: rent, food, transportation. The backpack was eventually accompanied by blankets, creative supplies and clothing, and the confidence, well, that...went down the drain.

I've applied at so many places, and none of them have called, except Tim Hortons - to interview me and then say no. I'm sure Melissa can relate to this feeling. It sucks. Chapter WAS hiring, but they failed to look at my application beforehand because they are lame and check their application inbox once every decade. I could rant about that for a while. So, still waiting on other places to call me back, but I'm probably going to go in and remind them that I'm actually alive, so they know that my phone number isn't disconnected or that it doesn't pop up with an answering machine message about my funeral date or some-such.

Having a job (supposing I DID, in fact, have one), especially at this time of year, would entitle me to holiday pay - yay! - and no time off - boo! - which means no visiting family for Christmas. And that is, well, pretty much unacceptable in my mind. Christmas is really special to me. I'm not sure what the exact reasons are behind it, it just is. And so not having time off to spend with my family back home would suck BALLS.

This no job situation makes in impossible for me to pay my rent. See how that ties in? Important. Without a job, there's no money, and without money, there's no rent and without rent, there's no place to sleep or shower or fail at Yoga, and street life doesn't appeal to me. All that = not good. So, while not being able to pay rent, I go about my days as if I'm not worried about anything at all. Drinking eggnog, watching SYTYCDC, petting the cat, helping the family set up their Christmas tree, etc.

That instance, the tree instance, is where all the shame and guilt and nervousness and panic hits me. So I calmly exit the room, and head downstairs to hide in my near-empty armoire and commence cry-bout #1. That lasts about 30 seconds. I don't cry much. I'm done that, and so I lay in bed, running everything over my head. Aaaand, nothing. I'm stuck. Lucky me.

Life goes on for 3 or 4 days, with me trying to contact the Income Assistance Agency so I can get help for money for rent. Called SO many times, nobody picks up. Their automatic systems are no help at all, and today, when someone FINALLY picks up, they put me on hold - for 20 whole minutes - and then hang up on me. First of all, I don't have the minutes on my phone to talk for that long, let alone hold, and then, after being impatiently patient, to have them hang up on me is a dick move! VERY dick-ish of them.

-breathes deep-

At that point in time, I decided that I had dealt with my brain-voices long enough, and that it was, in fact, time to accept them and go home. I wasn't ready for this life. Who was I trying to kid? No job, no money. Discussed it with friends. People whom I didn't even know. Most were "if you think it's best, then do it." And so I made up my mind and built around my mind the "Wall of Decision". I was leaving Victoria.

This is where I call my family and tell my mother and she is concerned about me and feels that my 'second thoughts' should be brought to justice, but in a nice way that leaves me feeling like I was meant to stay. My destiny. My wall of decision starts to waver.

My dad calls me next. . . . I'm just going to say right here, that talking to dad almost always leads to indecision. I don't know what it is about him, or the ideals he has, or how they relate or clash with mine. I don't know, but what I do know is that if I go to him with my problems/decisions, most of the time I leave confused and undecided.

This was no exception. He totally destroys any shred of thought in my mind and leaves me berefit of decision. Yay me.

Melissa gets on the phone next. Sweet, lovely Melissa. She tells me that she's moving to Van/Vic as soon as she can find a job, and that (if I chose to) I could stay with her and share an apartment. Really? To me, that sounds so cute. I think it'd be loads of fun. I like choices. This appeals to me.

Then they lay it on me.

My family is possibly the greatest, nicest, most incredible family on this planet. When God gave me life, he sure gave me a good one, I'll tell you that.

In addition to previously paying for my plane ticket to Victoria AND my phone bill (which was a lot for unknown reasons), they are also now paying my RENT for this month.

. . .As I told mom on the phone "That is amazing, and I feel like a douche at the same time." she thought that was rather amusing and proceeded to laugh. I was quite serious.

Don't get me wrong, not having to worry about rent anymore for this month is quite a happy thing, but I feel so guilty about them paying more for me. They've done soooo much now, and I don't know what I'm going to do to make it up to them. I really don't.

At the mean time. I don't have to worry about anything anymore. Not only are they paying rent, they are bringing Christmas to ME. -sighs- ( I LOVE YOU GUYS! ) They are coming down to Victoria to spend the holidays with me in a hotel room. It's adorable and touching and it made me cry pretty badly, even though I was trying not to let them hear it over the phone.

Is there anything I need to ask for this Christmas? I have an amazing family, who sacrificed their time and their money to help me build and continue my life. I can't ask for anything else.

Except a job. That would be nice. ;3

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Swept through 3 more people on my artist list today: Matthew Good Band, Metric, and Midlake. Found a few, hated a lot. An O.K. reel, I suppose.

I am starting to not like Macs. Jenny would not approve.

Speaking of Jenny. We have started our Tuesday Night Movie days now, and I expect her to hold to that, no matter WHAT school says. (You hear that, Jenny? GOOD).

P.S. The library isn't THAT bad...

Kristopher: You keep going on that novel. I am stupid-proud of you right now.

Demi: After I buy milk and other essential things that keep me alive and healthy, I shall send you your cereal, I promise. And tell me when you're done all that homework, eh? The Book needs to be passed on, and you need to seriously help me satisfy my FLYFF cravings.

Jacinda: I miss you pretty badly. I've been re-living memories lately, and you pop up in a lot of them. ^^; WRITE ME, HO!

Gaia is old news to me now. I mean, yeah, I'll log on... but really, that's born of habit. I'll log on and then exit out. How weird is that? Seems like yesterday I was breaking out custom profiles and CSS-ing my way to the top, and now I'm... on semi-permanent hiatus.

If anyone has artist recommendations then tell me, please. ESPECIALLY if they are Indie or Brit-Pop.

Free; falling and alive.

2009-11-25T13:13:00.002-07:00

I met a man today. Walked onto the bus and sat right down beside him. Said "Hi". He asked how I could text so fast. I asked where he was going. He said "Everywhere."

Nameless to one another, we sat in our rumbling chairs, seats cushions fashioned from some old 80's disco complex, and struck up a conversation about how time flies; flying beside us as we laughed and loved the noise around us.

He took out the bus pass he'd recently purchased with 42 dollars of his retirement fund. Presented it to me as if it was a golden egg, shining in all it's large and tacky glory. "It's very nice", said I. Hundreds of tiny lines around his eyes hugged, "It gets me where I am." I asked where he was and he said he didn't know, but "As long as he was there, he was."

I knew exactly what he meant.

The bus people were all damp - a result of the rain shredding the island, and as the windows fogged, and as my bus stop appeared out of the peep hole the man had rubbed through the gloom, we rushed to find words to both continue and end our conversation.

He was old. I was applying for crappy jobs. He loves listening. I didn't have a boyfriend. He was shocked. We liked to breathe fresh air.

"A job is just a job. A dream is not 'just' - it's a dream, and that's that. You have your entire life ahead of you. So many dreams. It's not easy. Not hard, though. Sometimes you have to do what you have to, but don't do what you don't, 'cause you'll never be happy, and happy is all you have. I'm happy, and I'm old. I'm 80, but I ride buses and meet lovely people like you, and I'm happy. Don't be unhappy. Go where you want to do, and be who you want to be, ya' hear? Text on your cellphones and find a guy, when you find the guy you'll need. Smile, okay? I wish you luck.

Have a future."

I told him it "was nice to talk with him". We shook hands, and when I stepped off the bus into the fresh air we both love so much I realized that I lied. It wasn't simply 'nice' to have talked with him. It was the best. I should have told him it was "the best". That it made me realize how much I want to be here - travelling, living my life - right now. Not 'then'. Not when I could or should, but now, and I was happy.

When I'm 80 and my eyes crease, I want to be able to say that I travelled, I played, I lost and I won. That I went to Victoria, couldn't pay my rent, but met a man and saw a movie and ate rice and was happy. It doesn't matter what I could have done, or should have. All that matters is that I did, and who I am now.

And right now I'm happy.

List of Yesterday

2009-11-24T16:47:00.005-07:00

"Of the Day"

+ Yesterday

Woke up: 10:43am

Songs: 'I Got a Feelin'' ~ Black Eyed Peas, 'Pity and Fear' ~ Death Cab For Cutie, 'I Was Walking With a Ghost' ~ Tegan and Sara

Lunch: Chow Mein + Ginger Beef ~ Famous Wok

Fortune Cookie Message: "You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist."

Lucky Numbers: 10, 13, 18, 31, 35, 36

Foreign Word: 'Mustache' (hú)(zi)

Harry Potter Wiki'd: Tom Riddle's Diary

Applied to: Wal-Mart, Smart Set, Tim Hortons, Starbucks, Garage

Obvious Thought That Seemed Amazing At The Time: "Hey... people are different!"

Who Wants to Know?

2009-11-22T03:16:00.002-07:00

A bit of a "late-night crack" from me to my buddy 'Demi'. Truthfully, I have no idea where this came from, but I'm suspecting it stemmed from my recent emotional high over the final powerfully mind-blowing episode of Macross Frontier. Cried and laughed and covered my mouth too many times. Must sanitize the area...

Kathleen

Hey look. It's the Jamzi.

Jamming with her F & B

No count to 3

All over this chat

and shit

with no letter B

'cause B sucks

and R is the shit.

WORD

2:09amKimberley

o_o
I.. I'm trying to rap this.

Is it supposed to be rapped?

raps

whoa

bold

-RAPS-

2:09amKathleen

bold wraps

like, edible?

'cause that'd be nice.

2:09amKimberley

Spicy, sweet and sour, BOLD.

Yeaah.

Ranch flavours too.

2:10amKathleen

with peanut butter?

crunchy

only

2:10amKimberley

crunchy.

yes.

xDDD

2:10amKathleen

cause smooth is for people who fart

too loudly

in public

with hats.

2:10amKimberley

Late night crack, Kate?

2:10amKathleen

YES

you have no idea how hard I'm laughing right now

Cleansing; Feel, having nothing.

2009-11-21T00:48:00.004-07:00

I just want to feel alive.

I've decided to start surrounding myself with uplifting images and messages.

I want to be inspired every day. By everything.

I've realized why I like Victoria. Here, I can breathe.

I'm confused. I'm broke. And I'm fine.

The rain - I went for a walk. No umbrella. No shoes. Lightning - inside and out. It was incredible.

'cause in your sleep it's never over when you give up

Last night, I dreamt I was lost. I was found. I knew where I was, but I couldn't see where I had been. No directions. Lights. Crowds. Darkness. Carnival. Pipes. Tunnels. Spiders. Explosions. Laughter.

Fear. Happiness.

Opposite.

I woke up - terrified - the kind you get when you're free-falling from a great height, knowing you'll be alive when you hit the bottom. The END.

;smiling.

A Haiku Tribute to Creative Writing:

bubbles pirouette
sunshine glinting bright in the
laughter of our youth.

Yet

2009-11-18T14:56:00.002-07:00

I am here, finally, at my new place. A place where I wont be staying for nearly as long as I thought I was. In my previous post, I mentioned something similar to that, saying that I was unsure of how long I was going to be here in Victoria. Well, that's all figured out now, at least, somewhat. Lately I've been looking at traveling Europe. It seems like such a fun adventure to take hold of, but, alas, so expensive. Because of the cost, I've turned to the advice of the lovely Sarah Von of Yes and Yes, who has previously posted a link of an organization to which I am in love with: WWOOF. Basically, it's volunteering on Organic Farms around the world, and who wouldn't take that over dishes at the local Chinese Resteraunt or Market, eh?

Links have been clicked and ideas have been sorted out, and I'm aiming for Australia, Peru or Nicaragua. Everything seems to be fairly cheap, except for the plane ticket, and little expenses. Food and Board is for the most part taken care of while there, and I wouldn't have to worry about saving a ton of money, as the exchange rates with the Canadian Dollar is usually pretty damn decent. Still sorting some things out, and once that is done, then I'm going to find a farm for me and just GO.

But for now, I'm in Victoria, living in a basement with no job.

The no job part should be covered soon, hopefully. As for the basement part, that's not getting any better. I'm glad I don't have to pay for Hydro and all that or my body would freeze.

The Pages are nice people, very nice. When I finally arrived, after an entire day of plane rides and cold winds and rain and late taxis and car problems, I opened to door and was met with a warm room, spaghetti, berry tea and iCarly. Oh, was that wonderful.

My room already looks like how it was at home - messy, but I'm blaming that on the fact that I haven't yet unpacked things. Which I should do today. I jokingly suggested to mom that I'm going to end up like Melissa while I'm here - watching TV 24/7. And I just might. I'm already a bit addicted. So glad HGTV works with the crappy cable, or I'd probably bite the dust. haha.

So, besides grocery shopping, walking for hours on end, and visiting Jenny, nothing exciting has happened to me yet. Hopefully soon. Hopefully I'll get a job that hopefully pays enough so I can hopefully pay the rent to hopefully live in this house for the next 3 months. Hopefully.

Hopefully It'll Work Out

2009-11-15T12:49:00.003-07:00

This is the last day for me. I'm moving to Vic tomorrow morning.

CRAZY!

I am.

So this is the last ditch attempt at downloading as much music as I can, and doing everything I can before my computer is unhooked, unplugged and unused for the next 2 or 3 days.

I might not be on it until Thursday. I REALLY hope that is NOT the case (as I think I might explode from lack of web access), but it might very well be. If it is, then I'll hop on some internet cafe comp. It's going to be the first thing I try and hook up. Wish me luck.

Packing is going very well today. Lots of stuff done. Taking a break from all that to check e-mail and, dur, blogpost.

I WANT MY HAT BACK! -wails-

Thinking of getting my hair cut again. Kind of hard to explain what I want without it sounding like I'm trying to be...Asian or something.

Which doesn't make much sense either.

But yes, another haircut. We'll see if that happens.

When I'm done paying rent and phone bills, buying groceries, and purchasing my bus pass, I will have almost $15 to my name. Exciting, eh?

NOT. It's so depressing.

GUYS, I don't know how long I'm actually going to stay in Victoria. At first it was "until summer", then it was "Until March" and now I just don't know. It's my stupid brain: the brain of the wanderer. Oh yes. "LET'S GO TO EUROPE!"

Really.

I want to. And that's the problem.

I've been looking at all these programs for volunteering and traveling and exchanges and it all looks so good. Some of it is even stupid-cheap. I just don't know if I should. Yes, should. I could, that's a no brainer, but I'm not sure if././././.

Fuck that train of thought.

Ahem.

Sometime I'm going to travel the world. That is certain.

LET'S DO IT!

So, staying in Vic while I plan for travel. Sounds good to me.

I'm eating sandwhich salami straight out of the package. It's soooo good.

Walk of Awesome

2009-11-13T11:47:00.002-07:00

As I'm folding all my clothes into old apple boxes, I can't help but notice how much my style has changed. I'm talking about the drastic changes (those will take up a whole 'nother post, believe you me) and the subtle changes - the ones that have taken place in the past year; a few months even.

It's strange I know, but even if my styles change, I find I never really get rid of them. I still find myself wearing the cluttered style of the infamous 'Emos', even though I swear I'd grown out of that phase months and months ago.

So let's go over them, my past styles, and see where it takes us.

As an infant I wore as little clothes as possible. That went on until I was a toddler of, oh, about 3. No clothes for me.

Then it was the shorts and tank phase, which allowed me to climb trees and fall out of them with relative ease.

At the energetic age of 8, I switched to the classic t-shirt and jeans combo, which (although in different fashions) has stuck with me until the present time. I love my TandJ. ♥

I went through a cowgirl phase of 2 months between then and age 12. I've always had a cowgirl phase, now that I think about it. It's just some part of me that will never fade.

That was also when I had my skirt and dress phase and when I learned that a bra was needed to continue on with my life. Oh, yes, the distress brought on by the first bra. I hated that.

However, it was necessary. Around that time was when I started to get a sense of style, however small and ridiculous it may have been. I was starting to match things better and follow trends. Were they the right trends? Who knows. This was when I became strange and eclectic and generally weird. I wore anything from camo skirts to outfits all green, cowboy boots with ribboned blouses and florescent, hippy pants. A lot of layers. Patterns. Oh yes. That was me. Sometimes I felt like Ugly betty. And this is kind of what I think I must have looked like to other people.

That was the year I entered the vestiges of public school. I was actually admired somewhat for my outgoing personality and who-gives-a-shit mindset, but I still dressed horrible. But, as you know, peer pressure does a lot of things. Like change someone's style, as it did mine.

I started to turn back to my jeans and a t-shirt phase, only this time it was more like this; a bit hippy and still somewhat strange. I wore long-sleeves a lot during grade 9, not sure why, but I did.

During my high-school years I decided that no way in hell was I going to turn up like some "preppy, hairbrained schoolgirl" (my words), and so I set out to live with styles that set me apart from the other girls, but still looked good. A word that was becoming clearer every day.

For the rest of my high-school life I wore everything from Hip to Hippy, and rocked it.

Some favorites of mine were things like this, this and this, all of which I still wear on a regular basis. Like I said, sometimes I slip back into certain wear, like Cowgirl, and I'm cool with that.

I am a fan of most styles. I just love fashion. A certain favorite of mine is Emo-punk. I think the mix of cotton, leather and funk is rockin' and I would wear it frequently if given the chance.

Prep is something I'm okay with in small amounts. I like scarves and big earrings and belts.

I'm also getting more into the 'classic' feel of things. Tweed pants and pencil skirts are the shit. Really.

And OMG Narciso Rodriguez! ♥ LOVE that designer so much. I am such a runway fashion whore. I am.

I'm sure as I grow my style will alter, but now that I look at what I'm wearing now, I'm sure it won't be that drastic. Can't wait!

always seems to happen

2009-11-10T21:29:00.002-07:00

LIGHTS ~ "Face Up"
It's late and I am tired. Wish I could spark a smile.
The place is flying high but right now I wanna' be low.
Don't wanna' move an inch, let alone a million miles,
and I don't wanna' go, but I know I gotta' go.
I just want to feel alive.
The time you don't want to wake up
'Cause in your sleep it's never over when you give up.
The sun is always gonna' rise up
You need to get up. Gotta' keep your head up.
Look at the people all around you.
The way you feel is something everybody goes through.
Dark out, but you still gotta' light up.
You need to wake up. Gotta' keep your face up.

/+/+/+/+/+/+/

And that's me.

That song is the only thing that is keeping me going right now. It's now the the number one song on my iTunes.

That, and my amazing friend. Love you guys.

So, right, life. It's a bit crazy right now. Sorting through belts, and booking plane tickets, and debating whether to live entirely off fruit or rice for the next month. I thought I had a pretty good idea of what I was doing, and what I was getting into. It just seems that every time I talk to my dad, I end up being confused about everything. I don't even know why I asked him for advice this time.

Well, in any case, I re-ran everything through my head again, ignored most of dad's advice, and re-arranged plans. I'm going to talk to Lisa tomorrow (my landlady) and see what I can do about time; an extra couple days, and mailing the rent money to her to hold the place. I'm almost positive she'll be okay with it.

With all the boxes I'm going to have, I've figured that Greyhound will be necessary for delivery there. Plane fare is being handled by my parents for the moment, until I'm settled in and can pay them back. That's being bought tomorrow (hopefully.)

I've been packing a lot, and still things have to be done. It's such a pain.

Still pretty psyched to be living there. Once things get ironed out, I'm sure I'll be even happier.

My trip to Kamloops and Victoria. It's all such a blur now. I wish I'd blogged while I was there, 'cause now that I'm home I've forgotten so much.

I'll remember a little bit more in a while and I'll add them to the growing list of trip things in my notebook. Then I'll post them here. Eventually.

Internally

2009-11-09T12:46:00.003-07:00

Dear Jenny,
I don't really know how to tell you this, I dislike your eyelashes. I think I realized it when you put cuffs on me at the Elton John concert and I saw you drive over my salt-beef bucket. I'm sure you're high enough to understand that I get turned on only by garbage men. I'm returning your Hannah Montana underwear to you and the results of that blood-sample, as a memory. You should also know that I always will remember the pep talks and I have a passionate interest for mice.
Go milk a cow,
Kate

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Oh, the boredom...

wait a bit more

2009-11-08T13:46:00.005-07:00

Last time I posted (too long ago) mentioned that I'd be relating the events that have happened in the past week by days.

Really? Did I say that? Phshaw, nooo. What I meant was that I'd just be telling you the general ideas and feelings and events. Right? Yes. That's what I meant.

Well, now that I've gotten ahead of myself, I'm going to backtrack and start from the bare minimum. There is so much that I could tell you guys. But, I don't think I can type it all out. I'm tempted to just say "Had a blast" and be done with it, but I know that will be completely unsatisfactory, and so I think a different plan of action is in order.

...although, I'm unsure of what that plan should be. -sigh-

Let's just give it a bit more time to stir and then I'll post something about my trip.

Meeting Places: pt.1ne

2009-11-01T22:47:00.005-07:00

So much has happened since I've last posted here on (when was that?) Thursday? -whistles- that's such a long time ago. I'll break it down for you in sections. It'll be easier to read and easier to understand; writing it will be easier as well.

Let's start with...

Thursday

Waking up in Nessa's bed was heaven. It was warm and oh-so comfortable with her fluffy down quilt and the cat (Tank) warming the left side of my face. I blogged my lsat post, got ready, fed her cat and headed out the door, not knowing exactly where I had actually come from the night before. I knew the general direction of TRU, so I set out thataways. Stopped at a local 7 Eleven for a map and a bagel and continued on my way, feeling very much the stereotypical tourist with my backpack, camera and map unfolded. It was a bit cold, and snowing, wet, but I didn't mind. Somehow I just felt alive. Found it without much trouble. Met a few people on the way - some (unfairly) cute guys included. After waiting in the resident lobby for a half hour, eating Kit-Kats and talking to a guy about pot, Kim arrived downstairs to sign me in and then we headed upstairs. I love elevators. Just saying. Chilled in her room, her finishing some homework and me, having caught the drawing bug, sketched out half of her room in orange marker. It was pretty damn good, I must say. Truthfully, I can't remember a lot of the things that went on when I was there. lol We went to Wal Mart for a bit, bought some Transformers tee-shirts (rockin' shit), ate Chinese food for dinner AND breakfast the next day, Skyped with Jenny. I met Duncan (her boyfriend) in what was probably not his manliest disposition (sick), but his handshake was firm and I like him. Had amazing talks about her strange and wonderful boy situation she is in. How she's handling it. Shared my opinions on things. And really, Taylor and Fa(u?)lk should meet. Epic battle of general awesomness would ensue. We browsed HomeSense for a while. LOVE that place. Aw. Sad life of me it is. Screw alchohol! I get excited at lamps and throw rugs. Bring on the Zebra pillows and revolutionary orange non-stick spatulas! Take that over a party any day. That night was so much fun. We entertained ourselves by watching movies from I-am-bored.com and laughed so hard it hurt. Really, we were crying and laughing and in pain simultaneously. Hilarious. Right after that, we fell asleep in her dorm bed, which although hard, was decent enough. And she offered me her pillow, so I love her.

coming soon: friday.

There She Goes

2009-10-29T10:41:00.002-06:00

"There she goes again."
Ah, I'm free.
It's such a wonderfull and yet scary feeling that I have. No more work, no more boring town, no chores. All on my own. My own mistakes. My own life. Yes, scary and wonderfull.
While the juice on my i-Pod drained slowley away, I cat-napped against the fire-exit window of the Greyhound bus I was travelling on. Filled with Asians and Hippies, I felt completely comfortable in the hot, dry atmosphere - one that smelled faintly of cinnomin and single-shot vanilla lattes. It is always the way with me. The gentle roar of the engines - loud enough to make you turn your music up louder than it should be, and quietly soothing enough to rock you to sleep. I'm always comfortable on buses.
After arriving at the Kamloops station, I called for my very first solo taxi ride ever. I was confident in my cellular communication abilities however, and caught a cab no problem. My driver was a young man who looked like Robbie's twin. We chatted for the 5 minute comute, about Haloween, my lack of physical boyfriend, his drinking habits. Ride cost $8. It was great.
Although dark and cold, I found Vanessa's house key fairly easily and slipped inside the building, which she shares with 2 other people. It was there that I met Tank, the ridiculously fluffy, large and adorable cat, the jewel of the apartment. He is cute. Hands down. And spoiled - might I add - to stupid ends. It reminded me once again of my lack of cat, and re-illiterated my want of one. I am getting a cat. I know I said it before, but I'll do it again. Final answer.
So, awake after 6 hours of sleep, dressed, re-humanized, ready to go out and find the closet transit station so I can take myself to TRU. No idea when Kim is actually there, but I'm sure I can amuse myself while waiting. Text ehr - shall do that. I forget I have a cell-phone.
Will update this again soon. Love you all!

the chicken exploded

2009-10-28T00:56:00.002-06:00

like the title?

i have no idea what i was thinking. possibly wasn't thinking.

as you can tell, my blogskin has indeed changed (thank god) into something that i actually really like - a lot.

credits for this lovely find go to my big sister melissa, who can be found at her blog laugh dance passion.

thanks. it's amazing.

following a usual trend, this blog has been edited beyond belief. the basic shell is all that's left of the original. new tags, new code, new links, new header, new background, new everything.

now i can say it's mine...mostly mine.

///

and now following a brief irish jig while teetering on my computer chair, i can say what i want to say.

i am leaving for kamloops tomorrow night and that thought makes the enormously happy. i cannot wait to see kim and jenny - they are two of my best friends in the whole entire world and i miss them so much.

hear that, guys? i miss you! ♥ lots.

tomorrow will be spent learning the ins and outs of packing a single 40pound backpack for a week of living on barely $500 and crunchy peanut butter. lovely. psyched for that, let me tell you.

see you all very, very soon.

loves!

Seriously?

2009-10-25T12:41:00.003-06:00

Once again, I hate my blog skin. Really, I do. It's so incredibly ridiculous. I've seen almost ALL the skins on Blogskins.com and I can't find ONE that lasts me more than a month. WHY?!

I'm so picky, I understand that. I like it to be what I want. And I hate settling for something.

I like bright colors, and yet I like soft paler tones. Brights more. About 70-30.

I like tabs, and changing screens, but if I find a 3 column skin then I'm sold. I like those.

Pictures are a must, like a funky header. Tasteful, colorful, fun, relevant.

Everything HAS to match. No exceptions.

The blockquotes have to look good. Weird, huh?

Stripes, circles and paisley I like. In small amounts.

Those little pictures on the side of posts are great.

I despise scrolling post areas. Yuck.

Borders are amazing.

So why can't I find any? Yeah, I have no idea. -rolls eyes-

Okay, so I'm going to have to look at other sites for a skin. Wish me luck on finding something that's decent.

Cellular

2009-10-21T11:45:00.004-06:00

Going to Cranbrook today to pick up my cell phone. YEAH! WOOOOO! Haha. I'm excited, can you tell?

Hopefully Melissa will join us, just to get out of the house and have a bit of fun.

Maybe we'll do something ACTUALLY fun, like go bowling or something. xD I am so going to ask.

I've decided that you guys were right, and so Kim gets 'The Book' next.

Unsure of what to write in it. But happy all the same.

And I was one of us who thought it was going to be easy. Sure.

Sending Jenny's letter in...an hour. ;D I don't even know if it'll get there before I do, but I'm sending it anyways.

Oh Melissa. ♥

A Little Longer

2009-10-20T19:27:00.002-06:00

Imogen Heap is still my most listened to artist and the one who I have the most tracks from.

Death Cab is second.

Taylor Swift is third.

Hah. I like that genre mix.

I've extended my stay in Victoria in order to have a couple days just to go around and meet people, look at possible future homes and apply for jobs in various places.

Picking up my cell phone tomorrow. And, hopefully, an i-pod chromatic. I have no real color preference (except for blue/purple), so it shouldn't be that bad.

All Time Low = I like. "Too Much" and "Sticks, Stones, and Techno" are probably going to make their way up my fav/most listened to list in a speedy manner. ;D

Getting Closer

2009-10-19T21:00:00.002-06:00

My train tickets arrived! Yes!

9 days! o.o

The excitement is buildinnnng...

My cold is practically gone now, just a minor cough attack here and there. ;]

So back to work with me. Hooray...-rolls eyes-

Actually, I'm okay with working again. It'll be good to get back in the grind. And plus, I work tomorrow and then I'm off again for 3 more days. Haha.

BUT TRAVELLING OMG

♥

and I'm getting a kitten, and Jenny can NOT have him. all mine.

And I'm moving, right? You all know that. Checked out some places in Vic last night and found a few that look pretty decent and some that look awesome. -crosses fingers-

Job + Suite + Kitten = happy happy Kate.

"You Are Onigiri"

2009-10-18T19:51:00.004-06:00

Why is it that people have to be jealous of someone, I wonder.

Why is it that they don't notice the remarkable things about themseleves?

Maybe it's because it's stuck to our back - the good thing.

Supposing that the remarkable part of a person was like the Umeboshi plum on an Onigiri, that Umeboshi could be stuck to the person's back.

Throughout the world, there would be various shapes, various colors and flavors of Umeboshi stuck to everyone's back.

However, since they are stuck on their backs, maybe they might not be able to see their precious Umeboshi.

They'd think "I'm nothing at all, just white rice", even though it isn't true...even though surely enough, they'd have an Umeboshi stuck to their back.

If someone is jealous of somebody else, that's probably just because they can see the Umeboshi in the middle of their back.

Skin

2009-10-17T12:43:00.003-06:00

New blogskin, courtesy 3 hours of browsing blogskins.com.

Skin: MA-C, by materialisti-c

It used to be Taylor Swift themed, and now it's not. ^^;

I really like the teal coloring, and the grey accents are very gentle. It's a softer blog than my normal ones, and I think I like that.

Edited all my sections. Added 'Artists List' link on the nav section.

Off to have a shower. Being sick makes me feel gross beyond belief.

Sachen. Dinge. Or Something.

2009-10-16T22:16:00.002-06:00

List of things I want to do: with Jenny/while I'm in Vic.

Go to Dynamite
Eat at the Old Spaghetti Factory
Watch a movie
Drink Coffee
Walk along the Beach
Visit UVIC Campus
Play soccer in a Park
Ride an Escalator
Play the Piano
Fingerpaint

and more! ♥

please no

2009-10-16T14:26:00.002-06:00

fucking sick.

on my days off i get sick. of course.

ugh, ewwwwwww...

ordered my cellular device. woooo

last night was pretty great, guys. glad you pulled me out of bed for all that. :D

♥ luvs

red vans

rejected from wordfest. no can do. suuuucks.

maybe melissa will be willing to drive there tomorrow...

probably not. -sigh-

taking my sick days off from work this weekend. there is no way i'm going to work like this.

grad gifts are going to be bought really soon, now that i have moolah.

and now that i'm sick, i'm going to write letters to everyone.

Making a Break

2009-10-12T18:44:00.003-06:00

Cell Phone is going to be purchased ASAP.

I have to wait until I get paid, though, so on Thursday. :D

Going for the Samsung Vice on a pre-paid by month plan.

2 more days until I have 3 days off.

Who wants...to catch a movie? Stay overnight in Banff? FLY AROUND THE WORLD WITH ME?

Another countdown: 16 days until I leave. =D

This makes a happy Kate.

I have accommodations, travel and everything sorted out. Every day I get more excited for it.

Note: bring books for Jenny
Note: bring food for Kim
Note: pack LIGHTLY
Note: spend a lot of money
Note: talk to strangers...a lot of strangers
Note: drink 3 cups of coffee a day - all different kinds
Note: visit Dynamite
Note: eat at the Old Spaghetti Factory
Note: go glow bowling

Letters, right. Getting on that. Didn't have a chance to send Jenny's today. Going to try again tomorrow.

Wonderland Has Been Evacuated

2009-10-10T16:35:00.002-06:00

Vanessa (my lovely cousin) has agreed for me to stay at her place for Wed night when I arrive in Kamloops, so basically EVERYTHING is now a GO!

So totally psyched. Like, yeah. Major. ;3

Buying train ticket todaaaay..lalala

Demi-chaaaaan, I figured out that I will probably have to taxi from TRU to the station when I leave Friday night, or else I have to take the bus at 7. And that is not gonna' happen. All the time I can get with you, darling.

♥

Jennifer, your letter is going to be sent tomorrow! Isn't that exciting? Thought so.

Lately, I've been kind of a chip-whore. Ketchup especially. I had this craving a couple of days ago, and it hasn't gone away! Regular, SC&O, S&V, and all with dips, too. I'm gonna' end up fat. Or at least feeling like shit. But for now, I still want some. Ehhh...

I had a dream about Taylor last night. No, not a dream with him in it, it was a dream that was pretty much Taylor-centric. Although the smaller details are lost me, I remember this one part where we were sitting in a group of people. It consisted of Shane, Larabey, Jay (that guy who always hangs out at Gerry's) and 6 people I didn't know. I was sitting next to Taylor (on his left), well, almost on him, actually, and Demi was on his right, but she was further away, which (even in my dream) I thought was straaaange. And, oddly enough, as the scene progressed you kept glancing over, though you were not jealous -another strange occurrence.

Everyone was talking about his and that, and then a topic broke out that was rather disturbing, which led to some people saying disturbing things that led to people starting to DO disturbing things. And then it would stop, and another topic would start. That happened 3 times. During these rounds, Taylor had his arm around me and he was constantly brushing my cheek with his fingertips. I remember feeling completely at ease and utterly comfortable. He was gentle.

On the 4th go-around, the topic ended up being something...dark. It was evil and powerfull. That's what it felt like. Taylor turns to me, concern and some kind of anger on his face, and says "This is not something you should hear. I think it would be best for you to leave." I remember shaking my head "no", he smiled a little sadly, touched my cheek again, and then I woke up.

...

Yeah.

WHO WANTS TO DO A DREAM ANALYSIS ON THAT PUPPY, EH?

Not me. Well, kind of. But...it's...weird.

-deep breath-

Work update

extremely exhausting. Not bad, but I'm dead tired.

So if any of you didn't know already, Melissa and Nate split about a week ago. It was pretty depressing, even for me. But for Melissa? She is laaaaame. I think she needs to get her act back together. Yes, she wants a job in Banff, and we went job-hunting on Wed, but she needs to GO there - be there and look at the same time. Stay at the hostel for a week or so, while she flits around to different places, learns the layout, and can actually talk to the businesses, and then go back later. I feel a little sad for her.

She's gonna end up like me! O.O Computer-addicted, lazy, no-job basement-bum. Well, who I was a while ago. xD

er...it's actually kind of the same...plus the job. lol

Freezing Temperatures

2009-10-07T23:54:00.002-06:00

Melissa gave me a whole mess of hand-me-downs yesterday that she didn't want anymore. I loved, oh, about 80% of everything, so I took it.

Not much to buy anymore. ;D

But, I went to Banff with her today for a little more shopping. It was quite the experience.

SO COLD! O.O Brrrrrr...I had a t-shirt with a long-sleeve with my orange sweater with my winter coat...and I was still chilly. Yuck.

Drank some Lattes, hit up stores I've never heard of. Melissa dropped off resumes for various photo galleries and side-jobs. Then we entered the mall where the money kuffufle began. Found some cute shirts, went to pay and was declined. Not a fun word, people. After much retrying and ATM swiping, turns out my cash limit was too low. So, we put the clothes on hold and trek 3 blocks to the local CIBC, where I get my limit upped to a decent amount, and we head back - payed for everything, no problem.

Went to LUSH - that amazing-smelling all-natural soap place. It was epic beyond belief. There were 6 girls working there today, and I'd say 3 of them were Lesbians. So much fun. One girl (non-lesbian) was Swiss. She kept complaining about the cold - ironically - and doing jumping jacks while singing to the radio. The manager and I became fast friends with tattoo-talk and free "super-model arm" demonstrations. The sexual talk was flying around like it was a normal, every-day thing. Funny as funny.

Melissa applied there as well, and they grabbed her and made her do an interview on the spot. She was surprised, but agreed and handled it very well. They said to come back for their Body-Party on Sunday night. xD

I got some gifts for Grad presents. Mainly Ben, but I did find another thing for Jenny. Hooray, I'm getting closer.

Speaking of closer. Definitely purchasing my train ticket this week so it can be mailed in. More money down the drain...if I have any left. Also, a cell-phone IS in order (Kris...>>;), but I have yet to order it. lol Still don't know about any plans/no-plans/provider. Thinking Bell. Sounds good to me. That'll be purchased...at the end of next week - hopefully. Money-permitting.

Another day off tomorrow. How lovely. I think I'm going to read and...read and ...take a bubble bath.

Yay me.

Chilly

2009-10-05T22:47:00.002-06:00

Things to think about.

Choices.

Cobra Starship = Good Girls Go Bad /// stuck in my head all day every day since you showed it to me, Demi.

I hate you and love you.

Vanessa has semi-ok'd the staying over at her house for that one night of my trip. Gotta finalize some things first, but it's looking good.

Talked to Brandon Evans today on FB. Haven't seen nor heard from him in 6 years. Yeah, crazy. Apparently, he's been with a diamond mining crew in the Arctic Circle for 4 years. God. Soooo cold. Like 90 below, he said. Shit. Getting cold just thinking about it...

It was really nice to talk with him again. Catch up on some things.

I get Wed and Thu off. Who wants to do some quality chill time with me?

'Tis Great

2009-10-04T17:56:00.003-06:00

Guys, I love you. I really do.

I had a good day a work. I come home after some shopping, help Melissa with her blog, and then click Skype to see who's on. So, naturally, I was buzzed 195 times by the application for reasons unknown to me at the time and after realizing that was the number of messages I'd received in our convo before signing off, I read them all.

I laughed so hard I had to use the restroom.

Seems like you have the better conversations when I'm not there.

Should I leave more often? Apparently so.

Today I bought 4 things for Jenny's Grad Gift. Moving on up! Not even close to being finished, mind you, but the light is shining brighter. At least, on her present. Everyone else - not so much light in them-there musty caves.

I don't get how people can be addicted to shoes. I actually don't. At all. To me, that's such a silly thing to get addicted to. Chocolate is better, or pencil crayons, or matchboxes. Shoes? Please.

Some great ideas have been popping into my head at random. Nothing Einstein, just gift ideas. For Grad and Christmas (thanks Kris, you got me started). I'll post a list of some things I would like, if you feel so inclined to buy me something. Don't feel obligated.

Any more artists, people? I'd love some more music.

/+/

Street Art

/+/

Bought my ticket for Kamloops! No turning back now. Not like I wanted to or anything, just saying...it's on! Now the hard part - convincing my dad to let me use his Credit Card to buy my train ticket.

Oh Lord, trains. -love♥-

LISTED

2009-10-03T21:46:00.002-06:00

Top 25 Played

1 | First Train Home - Imogen Heap

2 | The Best Day - Taylor Swift

3 | One's Company - Island's End

4 | Starlight - Muse

5 | Cop Stop - Gavin DeGraw

6 | Goodnight and Go - Imogen Heap

7 | Rainbow Veins - Owl City

8 | Breathe - Taylor Swift

9 | Dear Vienna - Owl City

10 | Life is Like a Boat - Rie Fu

11 | Crazier - Taylor Swift

12 | Yellow Moon - Akeboshi

13 | Dance Inside - The All-American Rejects

14 | Abracadabra - Brown Eyed Girls

15 | Soul Meets Body - Death Cab For Cutie

16 | Viva la Vida - Coldplay

17 | Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap

18 | Won't Stop - OneRepublic

19 | Karma Police - Radiohead

20 | Stay Beautiful -Taylor Swift

21 | Behind Blue Eyes - The Who

22 | Summer Skin - Death Cab For Cutie

23 | Xin Wo - Fahrenheit & S.H.E

24 | Dancing Shoes - Gavin DeGraw

25 | Halleluja - Gavin DeGraw

Somehow, I think the Death Cab songs should be closer to the top...

The Lull Before Dorking

2009-10-01T00:25:00.002-06:00

Jenny: be a dork - always. And I'm buying you something while I'm visiting you.

Kris: I still don't know what to get you for your Grad present. Clueless even until now. Tell me something.

Demi: I'm bringing your umbrella, I swear. And your clarinet. And I'm buying you something as well.

Some secrets wanted to be told earlier. And...I couldn't, really. So I made a blog.

S.U.B. /+/ http://secretsuntilblogged.blogspot.com

And now I'm going to covertly share secrets under the radar. Teehee

I'm an idiot. They'll be ecrypted in words, durr.

Read it. Love it. Follow it.

Stage Band is being great so far. So glad I was forced against my will to join again.

I agreed afterwards, but whatever. I was still forced. Not like I'm complaining. :D

Band Trip and Big Band Dance again! Wootness and cream pie.

Cream pie. yum.

Death cab is my happy music. It's my content music. Its my walking music. It's the music I listen to when everything is alright with my life. When everything is wrong with my life.

Death Cab is my life music.

How weird/cool is that?

Imogen still rocks, but...I don't know. I change mindsets fast.

First Train Home is still fav song everrrr.

If I could leave now to visit you guys, I would. Really, seriously I would. But I work, so I can't.

But I would.

Still remembering Shane - high. Greatest moments.

Last night I walked out of AG and into a random vehicle of someone I'd never met.

Really, I did. I opened the door, sat down, closed the door and reached for the seatbelt before I even clued into the fact that it was a fucking SUV! I had no idea.

Out of body experience to the max. It was fucked up. I actually was a bit worried about my mental state for a while...

Ben have me his Grad gift for me! WOOOOO

I am sooooo excited.

So.

Soooooo happy. Really. Happy, happy Kate.

My card is a piece of driftwood. The carvings on it says "To Kate" and on the flip-side "From Ben"

Cutest thing.

He gave me a book...which I currently forgot the name of.

Socks - argyle and stripes.

And gloves. Warmest things. Wore them already.

Happy Kate.

And so I shall buy your presents sooooooooooon, peoples. Really.

I really will.

I'm soooooo hyper/excited/tired/ridiculous right now.

I wanna slushie.

Badly.

Please.

"Blow me to Bermuda!"

2009-09-30T09:14:00.002-06:00

I got payed! WAHOOO!!!

Well, techinally, I don't get the actual monetary funds until tomorrow. But, I did get my stub in the place of internet hotmailz.

Something for...let's see...$843.40!!!!!!!!!

That's my entire trip to Kamloops and Vic in one paycheck plus extra.

So great.

Know what else is great? Shane. Yeah, he's pretty great.

Morgan and I hung out yesterday, just like old times, chowing on chocolate, eating Subs, chatting at Gerris over lattes and swearing at the park. Then, after much deliberation on my mothers part and some bribing on my part we ended up sleeping over in Radium at Shane's house. Which, might I add, was a blast. It was made even better by Shane being high at the time, and he is hilarious high. Not kidding a bit. SO fucking funny.

We watched Disney movies the whole time. xD My particular favorite being The Sword in the Stone. Oh, dear. That movie - I never realized how much I missed it. Merlin and his magic, and Archimedes the Owl. -sigh- Such an adorable and funny little mess of a show. I fell asleep during Aristocats, but I must say, Shane's fold-out couch is perhaps the most comfortable of the kind I've ever slept on. It is, I swear.

And now, off to work. Eyaaaaaa. So boring.

Tomorrow, Kris and Ben and I are to watch Glee and chill and go for dinner. This makes me happy. I can get through today.

After all, it's just a job, Kate.

Do the Funk

2009-09-27T14:16:00.003-06:00

I have some harsh webcam photos of my new hair. It's only the style though, as the quality equals crap.

This was what it looked like yesterday. No more. xD

When I find a camera I'll take some pics of me outside. My hair has gold bits in it that tend to catch light out in the open sun.

As you might be able to tell from the pics, it's not a great fiery red color - more like the color I had before, but it's defiantly more red, and it's a really, really pretty color in person.

(btw; my sister Sarah is the weirdo in coral.)

I could tell that you could tell

2009-09-26T11:51:00.002-06:00

DYED MY HAIR! IT'S RED!

Not the red that I WANTED, but still red.

I'm just going to emphasize words by capitalization instead of boldness.

I'll post...picture or something when I have some. :D

It's sexy.

I also updated my travel plans a bit. It's below my artist list on MISC tab.

Ciao~!

this is what you get

2009-09-25T21:29:00.004-06:00

REALLY thinking of coloring my hair a fiery color...it's what I want, not-so-secretly. I'm just scared to dye it and hate it afterwards. I know a darker color would look great. But...just...it's that feeling that I know I'll get from having hair like that - the emotional/creative high from doing something so drastic and wild.

I dunno, guys. I just don't know.

And I have less than a day to figure it out.

Wanting to have red hair is a sign that I'm changing, and I know it. I had decided a long time ago that the day I get red (real red) hair is the day that I begin changing. Silly, I know, but it's what I had decided as a little girl.

It seems to be that one color that everyone wishes they had the guts (and skin tone) to pull off. Reading about Ireland; the high cliffs and ocean spray, kegs of ale, dashing brawny men with swords and accents and the high-strung, gorgeous, independent women they suddenly come to love and eventually marry in the last chapter. Heart-throbbing, yes. I know.

To me it symbolizes passion and excitement - a want for something and a drive, like a will, a mind-set. When I think of having red hair, I think of stilettos and slinky dresses. I think of scarves and freckles on pale shoulders. The sea. Carnivals. Birthday parties. Waterfalls. Espionage. It makes me yearn for things that I've always wanted. And maybe, just maybe with it I'll get them.

A childhood promise to ones-self. Red hair is the day.

So we'll see where it takes me. We'll see if having red hair truly makes a difference in my life.

And speaking of being wild and crazy: Kavin might be taking me to a Rave in Kimberley on the 3rd. Oh yeah. A rave. Sometime soon he and Anna and I are going out to buy some sunglasses and funky clothing "and shit". ;D

The Ladies Dig That

2009-09-24T16:36:00.005-06:00

Bank account now tells me I have $108.42.

My life is pretty great, yeah.

I'll be taking one of these in 34 days! :D

pic#1 /+/ pic#2 /+/ pic#3

Isn't that just awesome?

The total cost of my trip is unknown, but it is certainly going to break me for a while. Let's see...rough estimates:

= Invermere - Kamloops: Travel: $40 + inner-city Transit: $10 + Spending: $150

= Kamloops - Vancouver: Travel: $64 + inner-city Transit: $20

= Vancouver - Victoria: Travel: $20 + inner-city Transit: $10 + Spending: $250

= Victoria - Calgary: Travel $130 + Gas Money: $20

TOTAL: $714 + extra spending

Basically, I can't spend ANY money between now and then. xD Well, I can spend some, but not much. I'm planning on buying a cell-phone before I leave, as that will be handy, and then there's just extra little things like friends and chocolate and such.

Oh, and my hair! I made an appointment for Saturday at 9am. One days worth of moolah down the drain. It'll be worth it, I think. Going for something a bit more red and flashy.

Bright Copper Red

Dark Copper Red - ♥

Dark Auburn

Even though it's bright, I am leaning towards the dark copper red. I just don't know if it would be too flashy or not. Still deciding. What do you guys think? Any other suggestions for hair color?

Had a great talk with Kavin today. We were bantering all day long. It was pretty fun. He has a firm belief that I need to drink (lots) and get myself a boyfriend - ASAP. xD We chatted about parents and rules and swearing and drinking and relationships and red hair and romance novels and music and travel and soooooo much more. He's adding me on FB sometime, so I can watch stupid movies of him tripping while drunk...and sober. Should be fun.

I keep saying that I like work. And then I ask myself "Do I really like work?" I mean, really? The answer is no. I don't. The job is decent, the wages are high and the people I work with are cool, but work sucks donkey balls. I'm ever so happy that Al is cutting my hours like I wanted. 3 days a week, people. Three little days and the rest are for chillin' in my computer chair and Skyping it up with my peeps. Thank God.

Me: "Kris, are you my boyfriend?"

Kris: "Yes, Kate. I am."

Kavin: -confused- "He's...real....whaaaaaaat?"

;D Good times.

Rae-chan/+/you need to catch up on my posts, darling. They aren't going to slow down anytime soon.

Kris/+/I must hang with Ben and thee a.s.a.p. Glee!

Demi/+/Make sure you save one of those free night's stay ticket-thingers for me, ya' ken'?

Travel

2009-09-22T20:23:00.005-06:00

"Number One In Heaven" (Dave Aude Mixshow Edit), Nemesis

Schedule is here!

October
•Wed 28th
- - - Depart Greyhound Station Radium @ 7:35pm

•Thu 29th
- - - Arrive Greyhound Station Kamloops @ 2:35am
- - - ///ask Vanessa for lodging / check out hostel///
- - - Hang w/Demi

•Fri 30th
- - - Hang w/Demi
- - - Depart VIA RAIL Station Kamloops @ 11:44pm

•Sat 31st
- - - Arrive Greyhound Station Vancouver @ 9:42am
- - - Transit to Tsawwassen Ferry (2-3 hours)
- - - Ferry Tsawwassen to Swartz Bay @ 1/2/3pm
- - - Transit to Jenny's and Hang

November
•Sun 1st
- - - Hang w/Jenny and/or Justin

•Mon 2nd
- - - Hang w/Jenny and/or Justin

•Tue 3rd
- - - Depart Victoria via WestJet @ 7am
- - - Arrive in Calgary @ 9:17am

Don't Stop!

2009-09-21T22:58:00.006-06:00

Visiting Kris is one the thing I`ve looked forward to most these past few weeks. Every time I get a day off I try to be there.

Kris, you are an amazing person, no matter what your brick of a brother says.

And it looks like i may be spending more time with you now. Isn`t that exciting?

I thought so.

That evening, Kris and I watched the first 3 episodes of the new TV show `glee`. It was pretty amazing. Actually, I LOVED it so much. Hilarious EVERYTHING, really. And some really great line deliveries. A theme that is popular in the show is `believing in yourself`. Therefore, they use Journey's song "Don't Stop Believing". After watching it, it got stuck in my head. I had the belief - badly. Too much of it. It was in my dream. Morning at work I was humming it - caught myself and stopped. Three O'clock rolls around and guess what? It comes on the radio. Well, that was it for me. I just started to sing right along.

I've heard that song sooooo much in the last 14 hours that I couldn't 'stop believing' even if I wanted to.

I got a chance to talk to Allen today about my trip and getting less hours, and it all worked out.

Very happy is Kate.

He is cutting my hours down to 3 days a week, I still get payed great money, and I get the time off work for TRAVELLING NOW!

Yeah, that`s right. He said yes. Look out Victoria, `cause here I come!

Schedule is almost up!

Brown Eyes

2009-09-20T00:58:00.001-06:00

Soul Meets Body - Death Cab for Cutie

-Heard on a movie I JUST WATCHED!

I saw it like, 3 years ago! WTB?

"Catch and Release"

I KNEW I'd heard it way before, but I never remembered until today!

How weird is this...?

Love it.

Made my day.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

50 + 9ine

2009-09-18T16:33:00.007-06:00

So close to 60 I can feel it in my bones!

Yesterday and today have been wonderful days. Only one thing would have made it better: Alcohol.

KIDDING! lawl. They could have been made better by getting the chance to talk to Al about my travel plans in October. Would have been awesome. But, didn't happen, and so I shall say that they have been wonderful, as the rest of them was pretty darn good - if a little strange.

This is the dance version to one of my favorite songs ever.

Introducing another person into the mix of weird and strangely awesome people I work with: Chris! He doesn't work in the same department as I do (he works in produce), but while stocking shelves he frequently makes little stops at the bakery section to hug me and crack a joke. He's a pot-head, and quite proud of it - not afraid to openly discuss it either. Funny guy, a little on the annoying side sometimes, he's the kind of guy that makes the best of every situation. Most of the staff at Sobeys hates him. Apparently, he is WAY too odd and brass, and he does come on strong. Such a nice guy though, and our friendship - albeit stationed solely at work - has started to grow. We bonded after meeting in the upstairs staff room at our early 15 minute break. He was laughing at newspaper comics and blowing up balloons. He offered me one, and when I blew it up, he popped it with the corner of his chocolate milk carton and laughed. xD After admitting he was often high, and that he head-bangs at random intervals for no reason, he hugged me and that was that.

When he hugged me today I was bagging dinner buns in packages of 12 and he made a comment that was hilarious. This is how it went:

Chris: "KAAAATTTEEEE!"
Me: "Heya, Chris."
Chris: "Nice set of buns you got there." -wiggles eyebrows-
-proceeds with bear hug-
Me: "Awe." -hug back- "Now which way am I supposed to take that, eh?"
Chris: "You're a big girl, Kate. I'm sure you'll take it any way you want to."

Oh dear. Yes, it went on for a few more lines that I won't repeat. It was quite the mass of innuendos. Oddly enough, I totally played along, and was fine with the whole thing. The rest of the bakery staff was mortified. Laughed at them. Should have seen their faces.

It was a great moment. What a thing to start off the day.

So enough about work! I could talk about work all day long, and that seems to be the only thing I can talk about lately. Soooo boring.

The other night I had a dream. Very, very, very COOL dream. Like, Very. I was having such a great time at this place, and it was all mysterious and exciting and adventurous. Not sure where I was, or who I was with, or really what happened. But, I do remember waking up in a cold sweat. Why? Well, the dream was all fine and dandy. It had progressed and I was feeling good and things were great. My little sister and I were standing in a house, talking about some kind of thing, when out of nowhere, the floorboards explode. O.O SOMETHING is coming out of the ground - but I can't see it. I know it's there, though. Sarah screams and reaches for me. And then it grabs her legs. And she's going down with it - back into hell. I grabbed her hands, but was pulled along with her and by the force of the creatures pull we were violently torn apart. Her scream echoed as she was dragged down through the shattered floor. And I woke up - sweating, breathing hard and terrified.

Well, just to say, I closed my blinds, turned on some white noise and checked on Sarah - who was fast asleep. But I didn't sleep that night. :(

NO WORK TOMORROW!

And so I go to Kris' house and watch LOST all day long. Sounds amazing, I know. I'm very excited. :D

My schedule for my travel plans will be up in 'ETC/MISC' tab of my blog very soon. I know what I'm doing now, and I now how much it'll cost me and how I'm going to do it. Very happy about it.

I just need to talk to Al ASAP.

I advise Demi and Jenny to take good look, because that's when I'm coming to visit you! If you have comments and all that stuff, tag my board guys (or yell at me on MSN) - whatever. Tell me if it works for you or if it doesn't.

Peace~

50 + 8ight

2009-09-16T17:38:00.007-06:00

Here's that long-awaited post about my job that everyone has been dying to read...right? Yes, I thought so.

It pretty much rocks - you know, for a summer/whenever you work type deal. I earn more than a decent amount of pay and I somewhat enjoy what I do.

I am a cake decorator. What does a cake decorator do, you ask? I'll tell you.

A cake decorator is someone who decorates cakes.

HAH.

I do that, but I also do more than that. All the cheesecakes and truffles and specialty cakes and display cakes and layer cakes and brownies and marshmallow squares and ALL that junk I also make. I do a lot. It's an everything job. On top of that, I also handle the coffee bar and some of the breads - depending on whether or not Kavin and Breanne did their jobs properly the day before (high probability of 'not' in this one).

Sunday I made a cake and it sold. Woot. That is a great feeling, trust me.

Today I made 6 cakes - 4 to be put in display and 2 as an order that someone had made. I had to make it pretty and neat and professional and actually write "Happy Birthday Mike" on top (which was stressfull, as I did NOT want to mess up at all).

The day starts routinely: I make Strawberry Shortcakes, Fruit Flans, Boston Creams Pies, Congo Cake and Black Forest cake to begin with. Once those are done, I make all the cake orders we have taken the day before or earlier. Then I make sure things are filled and re-filled and move on to pies, where I make Banana Cream, Chocolate pudding and the like. Then Squares, and cheesecakes and etc, and etc, and etc until everything is done.

It's a long day. Usually 7-4.

"..."

Yeah.

People I work with:

•Kim: My supervisor and mentor. Mid 40's. Talks to herself. Walks fast. Good sense of humour - perfectionist, swears like a pirate. Favorite word: "Fan-TA-stic!"

•Maria: Bread/Goody Ladie. Native, mid 30-40's. Smiling. Cracks jokes, likes to talk about how she hates to talk about people. Often makes fun of how dirty I am.

•Kavin: Bread boy. 18 (19?). Red hair - ♥ - Slacker. Nice voice. Likes to hum theme songs when he thinks no one is listening. Takes 2-hour lunches and never gets fired. Has good posture.

•Melissa: Bread Ladie. Native, 30-ish. Melodic laugh. Kind of quiet.

•Breanne: Bread/Goody Girl. 20. Slow. Likes to talk. Tag-teams with Kavin as Slacker. Pretty hair.

•Al: The Head Kahuna. Boss-man. 40? Glasses. Talks fast while using simple grammar. Hand gestures like no tomorrow. Rarely laughes, but grins a lot.

•Adam: Baker. Maybe 25. Goofy Goober. Nice facial structure. Amazing storyteller.

50 + 7even

2009-09-11T18:44:00.009-06:00

I'm glad you're all caught up, Rae. ^^; I don't think Demi is going anywhere for a while. I'll ask her though. Fush, what am I saying? You should ask her yourself. ♪ "You're a big kid now." ♫

My titles, by the way, I do like, but I confess them to be more than a tad boring. I just don't like spending time on titles. I can never think of something witty enough, and then I fret and sometimes I don't even post. This is a way I can get it over with, and still have it look decent.

12 more posts and then I change format entirely for the 70's.

More Freezies down the drain... ☃

my favorite kind is tropical - or as I like to call it: frozen beer in a tube. It's amazing.

GODDAMN RANDOM SNOWMAN! O.O SHIZ! "..."

I'm crazy. I really am. It's Morgan's fault. She and I hung out today for the first time since the beginning of July. It was great to see her small self again. We (which means her) went window shopping around town. I tried on some wicked cool high-heels at Inside Edge. They were like stripper-shoes that laced up the front. They were not comfortable at all, but man they were hot. With those I tried on some sleazy dress that fit me like a glove. I want it....♥

She found what she was looking for at Syndicate: new shoes. She bough some $105 Van-type thingers that were yellow and black. Although they looked cool, I can't understand how she can wear them. So...flat and...heavy!

We had fun though. Went to the park, yelled at some little kids, threw pretend hissy fits in front of astonished onlookers, swung upside down off the monkey bars, tossed rocks in eachother's faces - good clean childish fun.

And I needed that, because tomorrow I start work. Yes, that's right, I begin my job tomorrow. And get this: I start at 7am! Yeah, it's early, but I get off at 3, which is amazing. And I decorate cakes, so it's no biggie - really. xD

I am very excited and only a little nervous. Hope I do well.

Kris and I watched LOST this morning. Season 5 baby! -crosses season 4 off of wishlist-

I don't know how you could not like it Demi. It's AWESOME! I mean...oh...nevermind. xD I won't spoil it for Jenny...

Damnit. Can't even rant about it in my Blog! >>; So...there's these people that went to this place and did this thing that caused other people to do some other things and they all ended up doing things that made other people do some more things and go to these places where they did things and then people went to this place and did this other thing that caused some other thing to happen which affected other people that did this things that affected more people who knew different people who knew the other people that knew them..............and yeah. There's more to it.

RIGHTEOUS! -headbang-

50 + 6ix

2009-09-10T11:19:00.003-06:00

Good morning, Blog. It feels strange to be typing in here when it's not dark outside. The sun is shining bright through my window, and I feel pretty good today.

Everyone should have a smoothie for breakfast at least 2 or 3 times a week. The fresh fruit is savory mixed with cold juice/milk/cream/ALL! = heaven! And plus, the natural antioxidants and sugars give you a huge boost to start the day.

I was just checking my Twitter account, and I'm now being followed by "the leading radio station for the West Highlands of Scotland" - Nevis Radio! <--this makes me extremely happy. I love it.

Yesterday I received a call from the lady at the Employment Agency downtown, who told me that I don't qualify for my job training. What's up with that? I'm going to have a talk with Sobeys and see what the deal is there. I hope I can still get the job. -crosses fingers-

Kris is back! This is woot and not-woot for equal reasons, but I'm going to take it as 'woot' and be done with it. He had problems with his courses and so he had to come home for another year. ("ugh" for him) But now I get to have him back. He and Ben picked me up from my house yesterday and we went for a nice stroll around town. :3

I hope we can spend time together this year (the three of us), but with us all having different jobs and different schedules, it's going to be hell trying to organize some time.

Watched 4 episodes of LOST last night. It feels good to be back in the loop. So excited about Micheal's situation, although I'm not sure why, and now Lock and Ben are going to see Jacob! Hecks yes. I was pretty shocked though, in the 4 episodes I watched so many people died! It was a death-fest of LOST characters. Minor...and major, but still, it was a shocker.

And that's what I'm going to do right now: watch more.

Tata and Tootle-loo!

50 + 5ive

2009-09-08T23:44:00.004-06:00

Today has been incredible. I am feeling on top of my game right now - so happy and relieved. How did this come to be? How about I tell you, hm? Sound good? Alright then, here we go!

My started off bad. My father woke me up at 8 (yeah, ugh) and proceeded to open and close my door every 5 minutes to yell at me - to keep me from falling back asleep. This morning, I was badly pissed at him. But now I reflect on that and I love him for it, because all the things that happened today wouldn't have happened if I wasn't awake since the crack of dawn. I'll have to hug him later.

I was awake and I hated it, so I decided to take a shower to help relax and calm myself. And to wake up, durr. I was so tired. Only 6 hours of sleep can do that to me very easily. Okay, I hop in the shower, and my shampoo smells unreal! Pear, Orange, Hawaiian Sea Silk, Berry. OMG. Heaven-in-a-bottle is what it is, and man did that make me feel great or what. And then I did something I haven't done for years: I sat down in the tub and did some breathing/yoga exercises while the shower was still running. The water beating down on my body was a phenomenal feeling and helped me relax like you wouldn't believe.

After drying myself off, I step out of the washroom to find my little sister frowning at me. I hadn't seen her for 4 days, so I was like "What on earth does she have to frown at me about already?" Her scowl seemed to deepening at my innocently confused face, and then she says, "Word for the wise, and for you, your relationship with Dad is on a very taught string right now, Kate. Don't break it, alright?" and leaves. Needless to say, I was pretty surprised, mainly by the fact that my little sister had just said something like that, and partly because I hadn't really thought much about my attitude towards Dad lately, and that it was that bad.

"Hello, Kate. Can you hear me?"

For the next 3 and a half hours I put off my job-search, mumbling and groaning and having strange conversations in my head about it. Finally, I decided enough was enough. I'd go out into town, but I wouldn't hunt, I'd just...walk. And so I left the house with my backpack, holding a resume in one hand and iPod Shuffle in the other, and the raw determination to ignore what I had to do at all costs.

I failed. Not really a big surprise there. Walked down to the beach, up and around and...back to my house, where I turned right around again and marched downtown. Flipsy attitude of mine, huh? Wandered right through town, past Sporticcino's (decided that on no manner was I going to work there) and round the corner of the Arena, all the way back to into (vuala!) town. These two -extremely cute but mid-30's- men ogled at me when I passed them at BMO. Felt pretty good about that. Flitted around main; back and forth between every road and alley I could fit in, meandered past Peppi's Pizza (wasn't the job for me), picked up the mail (where I saw those two incredibly hot men again) and found myself in Hippychic, where I tried on some hats and chatted with the owner about hemp and the situation with our environment.

After that, I peeked in the window of the Health Food store and saw an atmosphere that would strangle me, so I left and went to Pharmisave - they weren't employing at the moment. Go figure. All options exhausted, I decided to suck it up and apply at Sobeys. Not really my ideal place, but I thought "Whatever. They pay alright and it's an easy job." So I waltzed in and up to customer service where Val was working (very sweet lady) and asked her if they were hiring right now. And that's where the happiness blossomed. The manager of their Bakery Department, Allen, was in the office in the back. He overheard my asking and popped out to talk to me. Here's how the conversation went:

Allen: "You're Jennifer's daughter right? Yes, yes you are."
Me: "Uh, -laugh- yes I am."
Allen: "Are you artistic? Huh, well, of course you are. Hm..."
Me: -baffled pause-
Allen: "Okay. There is a position in the Bakery that just opened up. Are you interested?"
Me: -surprised- "Uh, yes, I suppose I am...?"
Allen: "Right. Good. So, you'll be our Head Cake Decorator and Bread Maker. You'll have to take a training course for that - no charge by the way - and because you're a student full-time out of school we'll pay you $14 an hour. What do you say?"

Like I could say 'no'. Hah. Yeah right! And so I said yes. And now I have a job. :3

I filled out an application form for paperwork purposes and was just handing it in when out of the corner of my eye I spotted someone who was having definite problems with a door and a Cinnamon bun. Curious, I looked closer and it was Leah! She has matured so much since I'd seen her 3 years ago I hadn't noticed it was her! Chuckling at her predicament, I offered her my assistance. Immediately I was covered in groceries (because of course she couldn't shop with a cart like normal women) and had a paper bag shoved in what's left of the empty space between my hands. Now free, she reaches way into the back of the cabinet and plucks a bun from the furthest tray, wages war with the tongs and the limited area of the cabinet, wins and plops it into the bag. Laughing heartily at my bewildered expression, she explains that "That one looked soooo good. It was the best, I could tell. And I wanted that one really bad." Apologizing for the sticky hands she's left me with, proceeds to hug me, call me her "Goddess and Savior of the Tuesday Crisis", smiles and - staggering under the awkward weight of her groceries - takes off to the check-out.

Haha! I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe!

With nothing left for me to do with my day, I come up with something productive and interesting. Ironically, I ask my mum for money (she gives me $20 bucks) and wish her a happy anniversary as she shows me the roses dad bought her on her lunch break. Then back downtown I go - to the scrapbooking store! This is where I purchase a whole bunch of fun (and secret - ohhoh! ) things for Jenny's page. =D Now I can finally start putting that thing together! I'm actually very excited. It's going to be great and I know she'll love it.

Saw those hot men on my way home, got lovingly mauled by 4 incredibly adorable dogs -at the same time!- and arrived in time to visit with Sarah and her friends and make chocolate-chip cookies before mum got off work at 5. She picked me up, though and took me to dad's work so I could tell him all the good news in person. Got that hug in I wanted and he's very proud of me. He also approves of my job-choice.

I am a happy person.

So, now with my life in slightly more of a organized fashion, I can get down to doing other things. Like planning for my education and scheduling days to visit friends.

Which reminds me, I will be heading to Kamloops to visit Demi close to the end of October, and then from there I'm going to Victoria by train. Sorry, Noki. I just can't afford to spend another $250 for a round-trip to Fort St. John on top of all that. But, remember when you said February? Yeah, I can do that. ^^;

I love you all!

Peace!

50 + 4our

2009-09-07T00:02:00.005-06:00

Right now, my fingers like typing. Because of this, I've decided that I'm going to get a blog post done.

Now let's see, what shall I tell you all about tonight...?

Oh, yes, how about my home-issue? Sound pleasant? Sure. Okay.

When Melissa graduated (um...3 years ago...?) Father let her stay at the house for 1 year, free of rent. She didn't have to pay a cent for an entire year. He told me that I'd get the same treatment after I graduated. Apparently, that is not the case.

He is now saying that I must pay him a kind of rent - but "it's for [my] own good" as he puts it. I'm supposed to look at my "free year of no expense" as 'training for the real world.' Supposing I had to pay for my own groceries, clothes, entertainment and half of the average month's rent, all this "money" is to be given to my father by me as "rent", so he can place it in a savings fund for my education.

It sucks.

I don't want that! Can't he understand? No, he can't. I have things I have to do, people I have to see and places I have to go before I can think of school. However, things that I know in my heart to be most important to me, aren't what my dad sees as important at all.

So it's a battle...

Grr, fuck my life.

I need to cut my nails...can't type fast enough.

50 + 3hree

2009-09-03T22:25:00.004-06:00

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I really have to get my life in order!

AHH! I really am going crazy with things. With everything. With nothing!...even. And I can barely type. Or fix italics...or anything.

Crazy I being am.

eallyrey. Iay maay. lithigike rithigeallithigy.

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There are many things I should blog about right now. Many, many things. My sister and travel and friends and Enid and Demi's birthday and postcards and my other sister and how I'm feeling at the moment and exercise and...everything.

Any why spellchecker doesn't recognize Chilliwack as an actual word.

But for now, enjoy a video by a strange person I've never met!

(who has too-gorgeous-not-to-ever-be-in-the-least-jealous-of hair!...not jealous...>.<)

And who acts exactly how I feel right now.

with the exception of cereal.

She's like Kayja...o.o

And actual post...many...or something to that effect is on the way.

It's being typed up (slowely).

Update: finished letters 'E', 'F' & 'G' in my artist list.

And like I said. If you have any you think are dashing or rock'n or just plain good, tell me about them, alright?

Kuv yuav rov qaab moog tsev!

50 + 2wo

2009-08-28T23:59:00.004-06:00

You are remarkable.

No, I am tired.

I'm going to be posting something tomorrow that's quite lengthy and tedious, I assume. Right now, even though my blogger-mentality is saying "post a huge message and all will be well", I'm tired and I need sleep. My body and mind has been neglected lately, and so I'm giving them this night.

So I'll post tomorrow.

G'night.

50 + 1ne

2009-08-26T23:13:00.009-06:00

+ Once again, the title format changes to allow for a simple and clean look. +

Two nights ago, I was online MSN talking to my friend, Scotty, about all manners of things. We cruised through introductions and grammatical topics and went straight into psychology and theories on nightmares. Immensely fascinating subject, nightmares. After plowing through that, we waded into the soothing topic of things we were obsessed with when we were kids. I love talking about that. When I was a child I had so many things that I was passionate about, and things I loved to do. One of my favorite pastimes is when I was 9, I used to lay down in the basement stairwell and hang my head off the edge while eating bagels (preferably blueberry) and reading classic tales of daring and heroics, like Robin Hood and Peter Pan. As you can see, I was very much an adventure enthusiast.

Scotty's favorite thing he'd play with: spell-checkers. Yes, that is incredibly nerdy however, I too have a fondness for excruciatingly long words and proper grammar.

In these wonderful days of technology, I have found myself relying on spell-checkers much too often. I should be able to just re-type the word properly, forgetting that I should be able to type in correctly in the first place anyways. Is there really a need to right-click and select the right word? No, there isn't, but that doesn't stop me from doing it. And most of the time I get words that have nothing to do with the bit of text I had just typed. Of course, these days, with words made from the use of the Internet, things like 'bittorrenting' get me corrections like 'brunting' and 'truanting'. Not much use there.

Now, I consider myself a respectable writer. Having generally received low A's and high B's in my English courses, and also having completed two Creative Writing courses I think I can whip up a couple decent paragraphs. That doesn't mean however, that I am master of words. Oh, no. Sure, I can pull hippopotomonstrosesquippedailophobia off the top of my head no problem, but when it comes to spelling everyday, regular human words I tend to fail - often. Just typing these simple paragraphs I spelled 'received', 'enthusiast' and 'basement' all wrong. 'Basement!' How can someone possibly screw that up, right? Well, I can, and they make me feel like Facebooking my 3rd grade teacher for extra-curricular lessons. Alternatively, when I spell a word correctly I feel pretty good about myself, especially if it's a word I usually spell horribly wrong, like 'fascinating'. (I had to try really hard just then to add that 's' in the beginning.)

I need to begin writing again. Every since Graduation, I've been avoiding any type of actual writing. All except blogging, of course. Anything creative, anything that requires excessive thinking and poking into other people's business and lives, anything that has me rooting through sources and picking out quotes. If I remember, 2 months ago, that was pretty fun. I wonder what happened. I guess I stopped caring. But, that is no more! I will start writing again, well, I have, technically, written some things, but they are certainly not up to par with what I think is amazing - not at my caliber.

For the sake of sanity, I'm ending this here. And because it's 11:11 and publishing something at this time makes me happy.

So make a wish, and goodnight to the blogging world.

+ edit: my computer fails, and so this post has been published at 11:13 instead. Ugh.

1/2 of 100

2009-08-25T14:23:00.006-06:00

50th post! I can hardly believe I'm typing it out right now. My last blog (Elivate) was not nearly as pampered as this one. It took a good half-year to reach 50 posts, and this one has been posted in 50 times in 2 months. Unreal. I am so happy.

Over the past few days, I've taken to writing small messages to random strangers and leaving them all over the place for people to find. My most frequently used is, of course, "You are remarkable" and "Somewhere, someone loves you." Sometimes I leave the notes with items - heart-shaped rocks, or bits of glass, or empty Jones bottles, the little slip of paper, or sticky-note safely tucked away under or inside. It leaves a wholesome feeling in my heart as I walk away, like I've done something good for this world, no matter how small it may seem.

+ I wish I were a butterfly. +

At some point during today, I'm supposed to head out with Kris and Demi. Kris wants to take pictures of our group - a whole film roll each - and I get to be the very first. I'm pretty pleased about that, although I'm not sure why that is, but I also feel a tiny thread of trepidation; posing well and having clean lines and a good figure for nice shots, because they are the first. I guess I feel somewhat obligated to set an example. But, I will do my best to relax and have fun. The bonus is that I get to hang with friends and wear amazing clothes and fun makeup while doing it!

And now, as does Kris, I wish I had vibrant eyes.

+ Twitter is not working right now, and I'm getting antsy about it. How ridiculous of me! +

4tynine

2009-08-24T23:46:00.006-06:00

I had an O.K. day today, just as the days leading up to it were also mostly O.K. Aside from the few moments where I rode briefly in the car with Demi and Robbie and the night I spent with her and Jenny, they have all been like this and it's killing me.

Simply put, I need some drama in my life. Today, I got some.

Nate and Melissa broke up.

Wow.

They had been together for almost 3 and a half years, recently even living together. Ben and I had a bet going as to when Nate was going to pop the question and get engaged and all that fun stuff. Apparently, that's not going to happen.

It wasn't the result of an affair or a massive fight, and I'm actually pretty pleased at how they're handling it. As pleased as one can get in this situation.

As it is, Melissa had quit school for Nate a long time ago. She decided that he was most important at that moment and chose to stay with him instead of continuing her education. I respected her decision - we all did. It didn't matter our opinions on it, just that she was ultimately happy with her decision and that it was what she thought was right.

I guess, lately she's been thinking about returning to school. She wants to finish University and earn her diploma; get a career. She and Nate have occasionally brought it up, but neither has had the courage to bring it out and into the open for long discussion until a few days ago. They have been talking about it over the weekend, and the ultimatum was made by Nate. She could stay and they'd be together, or she could go, but there was no way in Hell he was going to have a long-distance relationship, ever. Her education took priority, and now she is at her friends house and Nate and her have broken off their relationship.

This is what I awoke to at 11 this morning. Melissa was crying downstairs, watching TLC and eating grape Popsicles with great fervour. Mum explained to me what had transpired.

I supposed I'm a little proud of her decision to follow her dreams, yet a little disappointed as well in the fact that after 3 years, she and Nate couldn't hold it together for a couple of months, weeks even, to try a long-distance relationship. Truthfully, I don't think it would have worked out, but I'm sure they could have at the very least given it a shot. Owell, that's all over now. She is going to move out of their shared house, gather her things (and her courage) and go back to TRU. It being so close to September already, there is not way for her to get in as such a close time, so I suspect she'll be applying for either the second semester courses or for next year. At the moment, she's staying with us and her friends. My grandparents are here still, but they are returning to Kamloops in the week and it's not said whether or not she will be departing with them to rent with our cousin there.

So, enough drama for me? I assure you, after all of that, it wasn't nearly enough. I'm beginning to think that I'm a bit of a drama-whore. I need something HAPPENING in my life. Sitting at home, eating granola bars, allowing myself to slouch through the day, wasting away in a computer chair is not what I call drama - not in one bit. If I was a book right now, I be dreadfully boring. You'd probably trade me for a Klondike bar.

In Other News:

+ Artist list is (again) on hold.

+ I've turned to the OUT-side. Sleeping in a tent is amazing.

+ Had a terrible craving for chips and dip today. When I caught a glimpse at a Philly Cream Cheese commercial I almost ate the T.V.

+ Grad gifts are getting closer to being completely conceived, yet so far away from being purchased. More news on that soon, promise.

+ You Are Remarkable!
+ Family photos! A whole new blogpost on that, I assure you. ;3

+ Wrote some poetry. Some more dreams. New strange and wondrous people with fascinating lives.

Stay tuned!

4tyeight

2009-08-23T23:54:00.005-06:00

Rode the gondola at Pano. With Demi. And some guy with a cool hat.

In greater detail, I was all part of one of their little car-games and I got picked up. For your personal relief, Demi, I felt (in all seriousness) completely content in that car. In that tiny car. A tiny car going 100km on 50km roads. With great music randomly cracking the silence and my hair blowing all over the place. I guess nothing really phases me much anymore. I passively registered any close calls and speed-ups after the fact, so it didn't really matter all that much to me that 50% of his driving was done with his knees.

It was a great 2 hours and Robbie, well, I heartfully approve this relationship you have with him. When I arrived at home, Sarah decided that I smelled awfully different that I usually do. Happy as a dog with two tails.

And now, aside from internally nicknaming him "Oakley", I have the urge to buy 14 different colors of neon and splatter my whole room with it.

...

And a toaster.

4tyseven

2009-08-22T12:44:00.004-06:00

I was browsing blogs just now (must have passed through roughly 30) and I chanced upon Yes and Yes blog. Somehow I always end up there. Reading her new post, I couldn't help but internally clap at some of the things she said. Finished, I scrolled down through the comments, observing opinions and snickering condescendingly, when I came across this comment by Edith, author of http://omg-raptor.blogspot.com/. Her comment had me laughing pretty hard.

I managed about a paragraph of Twilight before I felt nauseous.
My stomach just isn't up to it.

I will totally admit however, that if Twilight had come out when I was 13, I would have been all over that shit. I would have been an epically sexually frustrated teenager with an affinity for (much) older, pasty white men who sparkle.

Harry Potter came out then instead - so I'm just a big nerd.

I appreciated her comment, because the middle-end is exactly my take on it. Unlike Edith however, I have actually read the whole series and (aside from the 8th-grade writing style) I found myself strangely attracted to it. I'm thinking it was the idea of falling (helplessly) madly in love with someone who was so right for you, but so incredibly different...and sparkly, and not being able to get close enough to physically be with him. For, you know, 3 years or until the final series addition.

4tysix

2009-08-21T17:46:00.005-06:00

Today was full of chance meetings and sudden inspiration.

Here is the long-winded, vague version of my day:

I woke up at 6 and didn't feel like I could go back to the wonderful dream I had previously been in so I got up, got dressed, skipped a shower, grabbed my backpack (stuffed it with soda crackers, water, pop-tarts and granola bars), slipped on my shoes and headphones and headed out the door. I wandered up and around the high school, admiring the horrible new paint selections. Walked around Westside road for an hour or so. Lied down on the fresh morning grass at J.A. Laird then walked down to Kinsmen beach, where I spread out a beach towel in a lush area and basked in the 30°C rays shining on our town. Read a book, listened to some Gavin DeGraw and Death Cab and worked on my tan (yeah right).

I remembered then that Skylar's beach party was today and that it started in an hour. Deciding to attend, I headed home first to call Demi and see if she was going too. Called her, no-one answered. So I hopped on the comp for a bit, re-filled my water supply, packed a smaller towel and headed all the way across town to James Cabot for some swim time. Took me 45 minutes to walk there in that sweltering heat, and when I finally arrived, no-one was to be found. I shrugged it off, thinking that they might show up later. Walked down the Wildlife Boardwalk for a little scenic tour and took off back home, stopping at Gerris Gelati to get some more water. 45 minutes later, I arrived at my house, called Demi once more (receiving (yet again) no answer) and decided that I could drop a rented movie back off at the video store. Grabbed the movie and $1.75 and trekked back into town, where I bought a Jones from the book store and dropped off the movie. Then I went all the way back down to Cabot to see if anyone had arrived yet, but seeing no-one there, I decided to hell with that idea and walked the train tracks for 2 hours or so, where I picked up interesting bits of glass and wrote poetry while walking barefoot.

As I was nearing the end of my track-walk, the train came and I walked beside it, loving the sounds as it rumbled along. It was a long train, and as the front of it reached close to it's destination it slowed down, and I let my fingers run over the cars as it did. The train stopped completely and I glanced to the other side through a gap in the cars and saw Thomas! It was so strange. We met at the exact same spot. Turns out, he had lost his cell earlier on my side of the tracks and was coming back to get it. As he climbed over to get it, Demi popped up behind him. It was all such a pleasant surprise. Tom re-crossed to the other side and I followed them, talking about things. Stopped at the Bakery, where Tom split off to go home, and Demi and I walked to the Cenotaph in the town center, where we sat for an hour and talked about the up-coming camping excursion to Enid, her Twilight-esq life and Grad presents. I carved my initials into her new ring with a pocket knife, talked a bit more and then parted. I enjoyed that small portion of time. If she feels obliged to, she's supposed to knock on my window sometime tonight to go for a walk. I really hope she does.

4tyfive

2009-08-21T00:58:00.005-06:00

Late Snips

+ My previous post really made me think about things. I typed it up at a time when I was calm and undisturbed, relaxed, and I had time to reflect on myself and this blog. As that moment is now forever gone, and I'm back to my anxiously-content self, I re-read my post and WOW, was it filled was some crazy stuff or what? The good crazy, that is. It was...deep, even for me. I am very pleased about the descriptive passages, the poetic flow and the stylistic elements that I had used, though I'm not sure how to take it.

+ Nothing as eccentric and personal in this post as that last one. Nor in future ones, I'm thinking. I am (sadly) in a vocabulary slump at the moment. Descriptive power has been drained to the dregs.

+ Music is becoming a major part of my life. It's also a career option, and one that I'm seriously thinking about pursuing.

+ So is interior decorating. I've found a steaming passion for cabinet trim and organic pillow throws.

+ Yes and Yes [dot] blogspot [dot] com is quickly becoming an all-time favorite site to visit. Sarah Von is an amazing woman who shares her tips, advice and personal experience with her readers. When I read her blog, I feel as if I can connect with each post in some way. Oh, and her thrifting, travel plans and cheap decorating ideas are heaven. If you haven't visited her yet, do so.

+ Kris, remember when I said I didn't like flickr? Yes, well, that's changing. I am a flickr photostream whore...

+ If you need some laughs, check out the "That's What She Said" and "Random laughter when remembering something" groups on Facebook.com - they are chock-full of hilarious photos and experiences from site members.

+ Games not challenging enough for you? These are sure to make you scream in frustration. And remember: Walkthroughs are for people with short attention spans who's imagination level is below the below-average line.

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4tyfour

2009-08-15T22:58:00.008-06:00

If you glance at my desktop, all but one window will be closed. This window is Notepad. No matter what I'm doing, whether it's downloading songs or chatting on MSN or designing or reading or even typing something else, it's always there. It's there to record my thoughts and my feelings. Tiny snippets never blogged or tweeted, though many are. I use this open Notepad as my day planner, my life planner, my heart planner. If I see a website I like, I'll make a note of it, or/and if anything else appeals to me. A quote. A tweet. A phrase. A photo. Movie. News article. Link to a crayon drawing done by a 5 year old African boy with AIDS. Mostly, items that mean things to me in some nonsensical and silly or silently serious form or another. It's my Life-Pad. At the moment, it's propped open in the upper-right hand corner of my desktop, everything else has been minimized, and I'm typing up this blog post.

With every tap of the Enter key, I hear a sharp buzz as my monitor responds and as the Life-Pad gets longer. Each previous line reacting with one before that and one before that and soon enough, the lines disappear up through the Alt bar and the window border with the title and the little blue notepad icon to float off screen into pixelized oblivion.

My life has a similar screen. It follows similar patterns, events reacting with events reacting with events reacting with events...and soon enough, everything in my past slides up and away out of the restrictions in my life and mind - out of reach - out of the borders. Sadly, the undo button has been irreparably broken, and so I must live each and every day with the best of my ability, pressing the save button repeatedly with fervent hope and dream that I'll be able to remember what has gone by.

Through the years, I have been blessed with the curse of forgetfulness. I forget to do the dishes, and I forget to clean my room, and I forget that today I was supposed to work at 5 instead of 5:30. Yes, but not that. I am not scared of forgetting. No, not that. I'm scared of not remembering. Not remembering childhood memories. Not remembering my first stuffed animal. Not remembering home-schooled art-classes, or the hundreds of spiders whose homes were spun in my little playhouse. Not remembering pogo-stick jumping 1,985 times in my pj's in front of family and friends while having to go to the bathroom. Not remembering my first stitch, my last spanking, the last first day of my first high-school experience. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it so much. And I'm scared of it. Scared so badly that it'll keep getting worse - that all my little memories will float up and away past the Alt bar with the small blue notepad and all it's mini, pixelized spiral bindings.

And so I blog. I have realized that this is my main reason for blogging. I HAVE to remember things. Even if it's the small things. I never really post about the huge events we have or parties I attend. There's no large posts about birthdays or shopping excursions because, to me, those are great, but they're not what makes me the happiest. It's not really what happens on those days. It's more about who I spend it with and the 'moments' I share with those people. Witty, or supposedly witty, comments that make us laugh until our breath is stolen by the air into which the sound carries. Gentle touches that make the fairies hidden in nearby flowers sigh and plant riddles into our heads that takes us months to figure out and when we do we laugh and touch - to sigh all over again. It's the small things. Like chasing leaves, like sudden gasps at far-off sights, like fleeting anger and soft pillows to lay our heads in. Side by side. Until we can't think of anything more to say. Like the silence that follows that's more powerful than a shout or a laugh or a whisper or fear. Small, perfect things.

That's what I want to blog about - to remember. For the next little while, you might open up your browser window to type in my address and see a short post. That doesn't mean anything happened that wasn't interesting. It means that one tiny post is filled with the most beautiful things that have happened in my life, and that I felt like sharing only those with the world.

It isn't just about my life anymore. It's about me.

This window that's always open will be re-named today.

4tythree

2009-08-12T20:14:00.004-06:00

Before I start crying, I'm going to post something.

I don't know if I can stop smiling. It's inside.

The contradictions are so vibrant. I want to laugh and scream and dance and kick something all at once.

The mail came today.

My postcard arrived today, all soft cardboard and printed post. A spiriling blend of colors met on the cover, swirling and harmonizing with 2D imagry, contrasting the opposting side of off-kiltered type and commercial stamps. Within the silver square of the mailbox I could see it sitting, inconspicuously tucked among the cellphone bills and ads for new dishwashers, unknowingly containing the one phrase that will pierce my heart only moments later. A single sentence.

I softly fingered the carefully-taped edges as I held it close to my chest.

Back inside home, my mother gestured to it and questioned what it was.

I smiled warmly.

"It's for me, mum."

"It's mine."

4tytwo

2009-08-10T21:14:00.011-06:00

I mentioned the other day that I posted on this blog almost every single day. I guess that's not exactly true. ^^;

I haven't been getting anywhere with that artist list. I still have only the A's and Ben Harper. I really need to get on with that.

Saturday night, I went over to Demi's house for a LOST get-together. Listened to Ambulance LTD on the way there (great walking music). When I entered her house, her mom directed me upstairs, where upon entering Demi's bedroom came face-to-face with an amazing scene. The gang was scattered around her small bedroom with Demi and Jenny on the floor and Kris and Ben on her bed. Unbelievably, Ben was reading Twilight aloud to everyone, while Demi was straightening Jenny's hair. I loved it. I think it was the first laugh I'd had that day. ♥

LOST was just as good as I remembered and even though we only watched 2 episodes that night, the rest of the time was absolutely incredible. The 5 of us cuddled on and around the couch downstairs and talked and laughed and filmed random videos on Jenny's Mac until 5 in the morning. Ben went home sometime during the night, as he had to work early, but Kris, Jenny and I crashed on the floor-mattresses in Demi's basement.

It's a great feeling, waking up in the same clothes you went to sleep in.

I'm supposed to head over to her house now to finish watching the LOST disk with everyone, because the plans we had for cliff-jumping failed. Ugh, it's raining heavily and it's cold and windy. Damn. I blame Spencer.

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