Kitty - Presidents of the USA

Meet my new roommate, 8 week old Professor, aka Cat, aka YouFuckingLittleFuckStopChewingOnMyNewShoes. I've wanted a kitten ever since the loss the two cats I had growing up. My first, Honda, ran away when I was 6 and my second, Needem (aptly named by my mother, Queen of Puns, because we "needem" to catch the mice) was hit by a snowmobile. Needless to say, this one will be an indoor cat.

It took a lot of sulking, sighing, and complaining, but finally Eddie was on board.  He was 6 weeks old when he first got him, and just 5 weeks when he was found by the S.A.I.N.T.S association alone in the street, too young to be on his own.

In other news...
-We have a new apartment
-Our upstairs neighbours are loud, rude, careless, self-entitled first-years with no jobs, tons of money and a lack of empathy towards people who don't appreciate loud, bassy EDM at 4am on school nights.
-I have a new job, and work just short of forty hours a week.
-Started my fourth year and the workload is unlike any other
-Eddie and I have opposite schedules. He works short daytime /evening hours; my shifts are 3pm-midnight on weekdays, and and 5:45am-3pm on weekends. All his courses are in-class; all but one of mine are online.
-Every morning I convince myself that this glass of soy milk makes up for an entire day of junk food.
-My compulsions are at an all-time low.
-My intrusive thoughts are at an all-time high.
-I have finally accepted the inevitability of death and perpetual non-existence!
-Reading week is coming up. It'll be a 63 hour week at work. Eddie was thinking of heading to Windsor. I think it's a good idea. He'd see friends and family, I'd be able to focus on school after work without distraction, and I'll have the professor to keep me company.

champignons

I thought I was descending into madness. I was ascending into sanity.
Invisible strangers press my chest downward and tell me to relax as the fabric of society's threads start to tear, and finally release the carpet of projected reality I've been sitting on forever. Instead of crippling from the weight and falling downwards I start to ascend as my reality is no longer metrically weighed out against societal norms and expectations.
I'm trippin' balls
But I will not fall


what's up&down really mean anyway?

Ta meilleure amie

We've shared candy, memories, adventures, beds, blanket forts, secrets, cigarettes, joints, makeup, chairs, outfits, hair and skin products, picture frames, jewelry, snowmobiles, quads, shower space, stories, tubs of ice cream, tubes of cookie dough, knowledge, advice, money, laughs and cries for the past 16 years. I super fucking love you, happy.. bestieversary?

Don't come quietly.

Saw them, wanted them, couldn't afford them, tried to forget them, NEEDED them, purchased them, regretted them, received them, wore them, loved them, and wore them some more.










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Living on my own in my parents' house is about to come to an end. The property was sold an hour ago to the mother of a friend of mine. I've yet to catch my dad in a good enough mood to tell him that I will not be moving to the new house. And all of the physical and intangible goods in the universe are apparently insufficient to bribe my mother into telling him for me. "This is your battle", she says.
A battle, indeed. A perfect excuse to wear my combats.

Emotionally tainted yearly report, littered with positive feedback.

Love you madly - Cake ode to my relationship with my significant other

Short Skirt Long Jacket - Cake ode to my relationship with myself

Eddie and I are celebrating our first anniversary tonight. I know it's just another day, but it's not a mere excuse to exchange gifts and go to dinner. Today, I am celebrating the day my life immediately became a thousand times better, and the unparalleled love and joy I have  experienced and thoroughly enjoyed in collaboration with the greatest person I've ever met in the 365 days in between. I'm lucky to have a strong, dedicated, egalitarian relationship with a wonderful, passionate, handsome, fun-loving, open-minded partner. Today is also about how grateful I am for the other positive developments have have taken place this year. So grateful that I am committing a first-class writer's craft felony in using a painfully large amount of ill-fitting (grammatically, but not contextually) adjectives and adverbs. And doing so without regret. 

In all honestly, I am ignorant as to how long this newfound elation will hold. It is official. My parents put a downpayment on a house last week. I need to decide whether or not I'm willing to vacate from our current location in plaid city to the new home in the demographically scarcer epicentre of nobody cares. Or get an apartment in town. My parents are pushing for a decision. The house is theirs on April 1st, which gives me very little time to pack my belongings. I don't have the time to pack though, because when I'm not in class or studying, I am at my workplace, failing to reason with an insufferable store manager with whom I am increasingly at odds. 

Still, it only feels appropriate given my current mood to reflect on the good things, great people, and small triumphs that have come my way lately. I can vent about my troubles in my next post, but I'd like to think that by sheer stroke of luck, or because the ginger ale I'm drinking is really a Felix Felicis, that my thoughts will remain unplagued by intrusive and discomforting images and retrospects until morning so that I can really, really enjoy tonight. 

Now, I'm going to play some guitar. 

Midis Crétin. Le dernier de mes blasphèmes pour aujourd'hui.

Happy holidays everyone!
Especially you, mj.
I missed inhaling you into my lungs, and reuniting with you tonight was superb.
I promise never run out on you again. In fact, I will purchase a half o of you tomorrow.

It was declared earlier on that this would be the last time presents with our names on them would find themselves under the tree. Rather, the names of charities and causes we deem worthy will be inscribed on envelopes and monetary donations will be given in each others' names.

Both of the gifts I that gave to my dad ended up broken by the end of the evening, one of them beyond repair.

Joyeux Noel et Bonne Année to my parents. At the end of the day (or year), my love for both of you far exceeds the anger I feel towards you sometimes when we disagree.

Merry xmas e. I love you. And thank-you for the watch. And I can't wait to start the new year with you, away from Chelmsford (Or Elliot Lake) for once.

And seasons greetings to Jenny, whom I've spent the better part of practically every Christmas for the last thirteen (fourteen?) years. I'm super excited/saddened to help you move to town in Jan. and hopefully I can see you for a bit today.

And buddy, merry christmas. I love you, you're my best friend. I wish to you that you will use the new year for introspection and honest self-talk. And I want you to do something that (and forgive me for generalizing here) a lot of straight edgers will define as crossing the threshold that segregates people that smoke pot, and stoners.  I want you to smoke a joint to your head, by yourself, completely alone at home. Do it, and then listen to Ask Me Anything by The Strokes. And listen to the song seven times, focusing each time on a different note. The first time, drown every note out but the G. The multiple instrumental manifestations and patterns that this note exhibits are pretty neat, sufficiently intricate and well ordered, but even the sum of each note on its own added up cannot possibly compare to the melody that unfolds when they are super/juxtaposed. See this as a metaphor for people. It isn't until you really pay attention to everyone around you and acquire a true sense of your own ignorance. I am not great, nor better for being so acutely aware of this, but privileged and eternally grateful for my realizations. It is through these moments of clarity that I myself acquired empathy.

Here's to a successful secret santa with a fortunate turn of events. Eddie got a golden bunny chain and collapsible shot glass for Vis who got ninja collectibles plushies for coursh who got starwars imperial earrings for me who got a minecraft weighted pickaxe bottle opener for justin who got awesome bright orange (zack's the only person I've ever met who considers bright orange his favourite colour) earphones for zack, who got a cookbook centred on rice for eddie.

Pat on the back for Crystal, Chris and I for another whole year at metro without killing our boss.

Most importantly, happy doomsday survival, everyone.

I'll post some xmas pictures, past and present, later during the day.

Peuple Fidele

First time in a while that I don't feel too guilty about my unfinished assignments to blog!

Things that have helped me get through this hectic week:

This song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kooxZ8j0trA&feature=bf_next&list=FLChV3k5fcyFOVrklYYl6AsQ

The fact that magnetic north is 4:11 minutes of pure optimism
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jt3nmE4OHGc&feature=bf_next&list=FLChV3k5fcyFOVrklYYl6AsQ

Also, anything by Purity ring has ALWAYS been able to chill me the fuck out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdPml5QhMIA

and..last song.. or songs: sweet disposition, and fader by temper trap

Listening to the new Mumford album in Zack's car

Buying stuff for _____________  because I'm his/her secret santa. That's right, ________. Did you really think I was going to give your name away on my blog? (Actually, I almost did) //// watching Eddie put painstaking thought and effort into finding gifts for the two groups of friends with whom he's partaking in the secret santa tradition.

Finally having time to watch the movie Sleepwalk With Me

After an incredible amount of resistance, giving in to, and in turn, coming to terms with the fact that I just can't hate some songs that I should hate.

Donating to Wikipedia after realizing the degree of effort and pleading that goes into keeping the world's #5 most visited site ad free.

The welcoming atmosphere of my female sexualities class

Singing Donna Lewis at work with the grocery clerks

Showing up at work too high, and realizing that Chris and Crystal (and a few of the managers) are just as baked; listening my boss tell her bullshit made-up ghost sighting stories

Deciding which tacky xmas sweater to wear at the ugly sweater party.