The Plague and My New Obsession

I forgot to mention my plague. I came down with it on Saturday night and spent all of Sunday and yesterday lolling about complaining and infecting everyone else with my phages. My mother even had to come in and help me do the shopping because I seemed to be incapable of thinking rationally in my fevered state. On the plus side, it looks like I was generous and shared my plague with Fleg. There was a motion in the house put forward to confine me to my room and seal the door with that red tape stuff like on Grey's Anatomy, but thankfully that hasn't happened. Yet. That would just be bad. What would I eat? How could I spread my phages?

I also have a new resolution: No more mixing over the counter drugs. I took Benylin and some tylenol cold pills before I went to bed...I swear to god, I spent the whole night feeling like I was going through detox for my crack addiction. NOW they tell me I'm not supposed to mix drugs. GEEZ.

So, onto my new obsession: Questionable Content. It's THE best comic EVER, biatch. Thanks to Louis for getting me hooked. There's like, over 700 strips, and I'm into the 500s now. I just can't get enough of the sarcastic, biting wit! I love it. Give it a read and see if you like it. DO IT NOW.

On Saturday, I found out that Mark has a girlfriend. I don't know who she is or when they started going out, but those details don't really matter anyways. To be honest, when I first found out, I was angry and hurt and confused. How was he possibly ready to move on after a month and a half (at most) of being single after a two and a half year relationship? Did it mean that our relationship hadn't matterd as much as I thought it had? How could he have "gotten over" (if you'll pardon the oh-so-cliched term) us so quickly? And just to clarify, I wasn't angry that he "beat" me, so to speak, to the next relationship, I was angry because I, once again, felt unimportant.

But after some thinking (and copious amounts of cookie dough, blegh), I think I've come to terms with my irrationality. I mean, (as Fleg so brutally and honestly pointed out) I was the one that ended the relationship. I have no business feeling hurt that Mark has moved on. The fact that he's moved on isn't a reflection on how much our relationship meant or didn't mean to him, and projecting my insecurities on the situation was just irrational. And just because I take a long-ish time to get reaquainted with myself and what I want from a relationship, doesn't mean everyone else should take as much time as me because everyone's different.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I know it's going to be awhile before I'm ready to be in another relationship, and I'm okay with that because that's just my personality. And I'm really and truly glad that Mark has found someone that can make him happy. I hope it works out for him this time. And I hope she realizes what a truly great guy Mark is.

Boy In My Bed

Last night, I went and played sociables on 9, which was fun. I was an incredibly cheap drunk, which is dumb. For some reason, it seems that the more often I drink, the less tolerance I have. Does that make any sense? I don't think so. Anyway, so we wandered home around 2 30am (we being Jame, Dana, Joelie, and I), and I decided I didn't want Joelie trying to make it home on his own, so he stayed with me. There was a BOY in my BED. lol.

On a different note, I don't think I've told you about my job! I am a server/bus person/food preparer/gelato server/janitor. That's right, I'm a Jane-of-all-trades. It's pretty fun. It's like a 20 min fast walk to the cafe at which I work, so I get a bit of exercise.

But I must go. Time to do homework and such.

Walk of Shame

I went to Duke's last night with 9H, which turned out to be quite fun. A lot of the first years can't hold their alcohol too well (not that I should be talking), so it was quite amusing. I only bought one, but I ended up finishing off Craig's, and then Caileigh and I finished Lana's beer and the rest of Caileigh's cooler, so I was a bit buzzed by the time we got everyone back to Lister.

Then Caileigh brought out her alcohol, so we drank some more while listeing/ singing along to Ben's country music. And I taught people how to do the Cadillac Ranch. Oh yeah, passing on the hick dances lol. Being as it was decided I was too drunk to walk home, I took up residence in Tom's roommate's bed (who wasn't at home) and promptly passed out. As pathetic as it is, I haven't slept that deeply in a long time.

And then this morning was the Walk of Shame. Well, sort of. It wasn't really, being as I didn't sleep with anyone, but random people on the street don't know that. Fun times.

Missing Boys

You know, I miss boys. I live in a house with three other single girls, so there haven't been too many boys around. Just Janna's friend Landon, but he pretty much keeps to her room. That was one good thing about Lister; there were always boys around.

And, as pathetic as it is, I miss having a boyfriend. I miss being cuddled and kissed. I miss not sleeping alone. I miss having someone I don't mind crying to every once in a while when I feel overwhelmed. I miss having someone to look pretty for. I miss the security. I miss feeling loved.

Don't get me wrong, I don't regret my decisions, but I do wish things had been different. I'm just so used to having males around, it feels wrong to live in a house of girls and have virtually no guy friends. Certainly no close guy friends, anyway.

But so life goes. I'll get over it eventually, I'm sure.

All PIMPED out

Last night, Fleg, being my pimp, hoed me out for dinner with her three guy friends and another girl, which was actually quite nice. Allister was a really good cook, Kyle and Norway kept the conversation going, we watched Love Actually. What more could you want? I, of course, was being painfully quiet, but really, I've met these guys once. It's very intimidating. Although after polishing off three bottles of wine between the 6 of us, it seemed slightly less so. There's really not much I can say, it was a good time. Of course the whole point of the dinner (to get a certain two persons together) didn't come off quite as planned, but what ever does?

I put in my resume at the 1812 European Cafe yesterday, and the woman whom I assume is in charge already phoned me back last night to ask me to come for an interview. I think I'm pretty much guaranteed the job, which is kind of nice. It's only about a 13 block walk as well (so about 20 min or so), so I don't have to take the public transit! yay! My mother, of course, thinks I'm going to get shot in a drive by (I'm not even joking, she said that) or some deranged person is going to attack me. I'm pretty sure I can handle the crazies on Whyte. They're usually too drunk to bother with anyone lol.

Anyway, must get down to homework business. I'm going to have to learn time management, especially if I'm going to be working.

Understanding Popular Culture

I don't think I've been so disturbed by a textbook. This is my Music 103 text, and so far all it is, is a bunch of mindless prattle, with references to other (and probably much better) authors and sources. I hate it already, and I'm not even through the first chapter! Let me give you a sneak peak at the inanity that is my text:

On pages 13-14, Shuker uses an example which I, personally, find rather offensive and ...well not politically correct, we'll say:

"For example, a piece of 'gansta' rap music by Ice-T will be received very differently by an inner-city ghetto young black male..., and a middle class suburban white woman. The woman would probably find the idiom itself 'boring', its sexism offensive, and its 'blackness' threatening. For the black youth, however, the music would speak to his general economic experience of powerlessness, while asserting his black masculinity and perceived gender superiority within his ethnic group."

I'm sorry, but that was the worst example I've ever read. Seriously, I'm sure he could have found a less offensive (and less racist, in my opinion) example.

Moving right along to page 18:

"Allan Bloom argued that rock music presents life as 'a non-stop commercial prepackaged masturbational fantasy', which he charges as responsible for the atrophy of the minds and bodies of youth"

Okay, really don't think that quote was neccessary, do you? I don't even want to read the rest. But I have to, because my disorganized, random-thought spewing proffessor is making me. NOT impressed by this class. Avoid like the plague.

In my Econ 281 class yesturday, this guy came strutting (I kid you not, actually doing a 'gangsta', if I may borrow from Shuker, strut) into class with his little 2 person posse a half hour late (in a 50 min class, no less), walked in front of the prof, and looked around at the class like "ya, that's right, I'm late, what of it, I'm cool", before eventually finding his seat. Nicely done asshole, we all know you think you're cool. Next time, why don't you make us think you're even more cool by not showing up? At least you won't interupt my doodling.

I'm in a bad mood.

Of Beer and Engineers

So today was THE day. Phantom of the Opera day! YAY! It was SUPER good. I quite enjoyed it. But apparently the woman in front of me didn't, because she was falling asleep. Really, who spends a hundred bucks to fall asleep? She could have done that in the comfort of her own bed. But ya, totally good. I would recommend it. Heck, I would go again provided I wasn't paying for it. And my seats weren't that bad either. First Balcony, row J. So good seats + great show = FANTASTIC. And not the cleaning supplies either.

And then I went to rezfest with Siobhan this evening. Some of the bands were pretty good, but the beer gardens were pretty horrible. Okay, just the "line" (and I use that term loosely) was terrible. I was pressed up against total stragers for an hour. And when I say pressed, I mean they were pushing me over, and were so close, I couldn't tell which was my sweat and which was other people's . Pretty gross, I'm not going to lie. And of course Lynds just left me because she didn't want to be in the "line" anymore. Totally UNCOOL. But I WAS pressed up against a rather cute guy, so that was okay. I introduced myself because I was vaguely uncomfortable with the fact that I was pressed against his chest and knew nothing about him, and he turned out to be a first-year engineer named Daniel. And then we made out a bit until the girl behind us yelled at us. And then we FINALLY got our beer, and I went off in search of my friends.

Daniel found us later and hung out with us. And when I say us, I mean he was glued to me. Which wasn't all that bad, except Siobhan's dissaproval. But whatever, we made out some more and she tried to take pictures. And then I left him. Tear. But whatevs, I'm sure he'll manage. lol. I know, I'm a hussy. But I'm not going to lie, it was fun. I think Fleg and Sarah are rubbing off on me. Hott stuff.

Another Day, Another Heartbreak

I found out last night that Andrea's dad was hit by a drunk driver and killed on Monday night. I don't even know what to feel about this. I just wanted to sit down and cry, which is being completely overemotional. I didn't even know her dad. I met him like, twice. Maybe. But as my mother so nicely pointed out, I can just turn off the feelings, so whatever. No crying.

I'm just so tired of going to funerals. I've had enough. I've had enough of people dying before they should. And it really annoys me that the guy and his friend that hit Andrea's dad just walked away from the accident. I know I'm a terrible person for thinking so, but it really is just not fair. It was their fault, their stupidity. They shouldn't have just walked away unscathed.

When will it end?

Duke's Night

I went out with 9H to Duke's tonight. I don't want to be one of those people that's moved out but is still constantly on the floor, but I do like seeing everyone. Anywho, Duke's was fun. I watched people play quarters, was introduced to some guy named James as "Tiffany" by Meaghan (Lynds was "Barb") and then was hit on by a guy named Clayton. I think. I was just standing at the table, minding my own business as he was pouring beer and chatting, when Jamie grabbed his butt and then blamed it on me. THREE TIMES!! lol. Bad news bears. So I ended up drinking with him and sitting at his table for awhile and then he gave me his number and all the 9H people plus me and Jolie walked back to Lister.

Then I walked Jolie back to his place as he was rather inebriated. I'm rather glad I did, as I would rather lose some sleep walking him home than wondering if he actually got there. Then four blocks to my place and here I am, slamming back the H2O, hoping I won't have a hang-over tomorrow. I mean, I only had 2, but that seems to be enough some nights. Clearly very pathetic.

I need sleep. And hydration. And to go to class tomorrow. Thusly, I am out.

Creepers...and NEW IKEA DESK

So I was coming home from Lister yesterday after dropping Willis's groceries off, and I was partway to the cross lights and this asian guy catches up with me. He talked to me all the way to Telus building. That's FIVE blocks. FIVE!!! He practically tried to follow me home. He kept asking me awkward questions...such as what was I doing tomorrow? I was most definitely going on a date with my boyfriend. How convienient for me. Then he asked me if me and my "boyfriend" were commonlaw. WHO ASKES THAT?! WHO? And then he asked me if I had any older sisters. Creep. Just looking for a wife, I know it. But he finally left me alone and I practically ran home, looking behind me frequently to make sure he wasn't following. UGH. I hate creeps.

But on a brighter note, I got my IKEA desk today! YAY. It fits so nicely in my room and everything. If only it didn't take TWO FRICKING HOURS to put together, it would have been perfect. It was somewhat frustrating. But I put the chair and the drawer together ALL BY MYSELF!!! Correctly, even!! It was a happy, happy event.

And this morning when I went out the door, there were two huge, black guys just passed out in the hallway. And puke on the stairs. It was just like Lister! Ew.

*sigh* I need to go cook supper soon. Rawr.

Alone Again (Well, Almost)

So I am officialy in the apartment, and I seriously need to get on the unpacking wagon. I got my books and my clothes put away last night, but that's pretty much it. It took a long time though, mainly because my books need to be placed in alphabetical order by author last name. And then if there's more than one by an author, in alphabetical order according to title (unless it's a series, then it's chronological). Of course the exception to this is my Dragonlance, which is all together in chronological order, neglecting author last name. It's a very complicated and neurotic system.

I really like Sarah. She seems really nice, and I think we'll get along well. She is also against leaving dirty dishes. I HATE dirty dishes left out. It's just gross. Ew.

Anywho, today's plan is to unpack, pick up carole's keys, and unpack some more. Whoo.