do you realize??

"you can never have enough cajun... ever!"

drinking every night

Closer

marathon training

taking the phone off the hook

writing on the wall

laughing at sanka

spaghetti

orange juice

the one-leg jump trick

juggling

the vacuum

the pixies

pavement

blink-182

nirvana

playing guitar

playing drums

asthma

not looking at the crowd

being a hobo

being a janitor

working at value village

going across canada

all the girls

paintings of rainbow park

margaret atwood

catcher in the rye

the beer corner

the wall of bottles

pizza

Garden State

Napoleon Dynamite

Requiem for a Dream

snow

liquor stores

starbucks

hair dye

hydro

the worst couches ever

the bean table

the love corner

skateboarding

"anal sex!"

hobo shirts

hobo knife

"i'm over it"

hair cuts and new glasses

lamps

drum sticks

big old eyes

victoria

fire crackers

"you fucking slag"

that commercial with the kids

bob ross

seinfeld

the no parking sign

the no bad hips zone

blue christmas lights

the tim hortons tea pot

the beard

mormon bibles/trevor

TBS

tori/glenys

brandon

kokanee gold

sleeman's honey brown

stella artois

brahma

encino man

my boys

grilled cheese sandwiches with mustard

CSI

mythbusters

our answering machine

CFUR

the party boys

antidisestablishmentarianish

i'll never forget you.

bon voyage ryan.

what a weekend...

oh the old friends that i will always love. staying awake for 30+ hours, getting drunk at 8 am. saying my vows and being spooned/molested in my sleep! it's all good, i wouldn't expect less from the sleeping drunk. waking up at 3 pm, driving aimlessly nowhere, talking about nothing, and having a great time. camping and wine, pizza and sunsets. a strange blinking in the distance, and waking up craving denny's. god it's awful. gosh, it's wonderful.

trying to smack the hell outta golf balls, and hitting only air most of the time.

the days went by in a blur of nothing, and everything. my life was a seinfeld episode for a weekend, and everyone was tuning in to watch. consider this the Entertainment Extra update. singing in the car with a beautiful woman, the ants go marching. a million miles of road, and then they were gone.

he forgot his hoodie on my back, i'm saving it for him until he returns.

i almost cried.

Hmm...

I still don't know if I should stay, or should I go? There are so many upsides to each option. Either I stay here in Vancouver, keep my glorious job, make buttloads of money, and put off getting my degree, or I move back to PG, be dirtasspoor, hang out with good people, and get my degree over and done with? Immediate gratification happens in both situations equally. This is a very hard decision. I don't want to give up this job, but I want to get my degree so I can frame it, and say that I got it.

Is it wrong that that's all I want my degree for?

Van or PG? Yes or no? Stay or go?

HELP!

crux

yes or no?

water in my ear from the wave pool

ok, i'm back.

i was on a peaceful, and much needed week's vacation. i went to my happy place, and it was so great. it's like wearing a corset for two months straight, and then someone coming along and taking it off. i could breathe again.

while breathing i went kayaking, made lots of food, saw family, and slept!! i finally slept through the night!

now i'm back, and within twenty minutes of being here i had locked myself in the bathroom crying. it turns out no one is rooting for my future.



i start my new job tomorrow. the stress just keeps pilling up. i got a phone bill for $425. i'm confused and hurt.