All is again well in the jungle.

Mee-lo came back today! (!!!!!!!) He was apparently full of dirt (probably from napping in a rusty old tire for a few days) but I haven't heard anything else, so he's probably doing just fine.

Ah, Bathfitter. I forgot my shower puff at the other place. I'll have to get that tomorrow.

These sunglasses were never meant to be. The first time I lost the arm to them, it was for two or three months, maybe more, and I found it in a purse the other day. Wore them today, and fucking lost the arm again when the glasses fell off on the bus. FUCK, I hate how much I loved those sunglasses. There's no getting the arm back this time. Hate.

I'm gradually reducing the vast mountain of boxes in my new living room. It's getting there. My bedroom is rather small and I hate it haven't found room for everything yet. Bought a curtain rod today at HomeSense (don't buy them anywhere else, if you ever find yourself in a curtain-rod jam; they're overpriced and ugly). Just need curtains now. Couldn't find nice ones.

Cool blue lighting reminds me of an asylum/Toronto. I need new light bulbs. Warm coloured ones!

I'm so angry about the sunglasses! And I am worried about Milo. :(

MISSING

Throwing my goals in the garbage is the most liberating thing I've done all day.
Well, first crumpling the list of them up and then ranting on about how they will now reside in a landfill never to bother me again, that was most liberating. In it, I found reason.

Milo-Kitty ran away. :( I'm scared for him. He's not exactly the Albert Einstein of the feline variety; more similarly, he's the Grimace, but less ambitious. Since I don't live in the same city as them, I told my sister she should give out flyers, ask people in the neighbourhood if they've seen him since last night, and leave her phone number with them in case they do see him. So far, he was spotted crossing the street earlier in the day, and also walking with a black cat, which I believe to be a false lead, given Milo's history of racial prejudice. They found another stray cat who looked like him, but who wasn't him when my sister went to investigate.

Hey, at least we've made some tiny progress. People know to call if they see him, and apparently my parents' neighbourhood is fraught with stray cats. I really, really hope he's okay.

I move, tomorrow.

Isn't she a beaut!

Not having pressure to the maximum is a many wonderful thing. I don't care if I ever finish my program at all! Except for that whole "then it would be a giant waste of money" thing. But isn't it already? Isn't it? No.

While the mental pressure has subsided, the pressure on my left kneecap is enough to make me shriek in horrific pain every time I bend, and as such, I have been doing so all day while packing. The knee feels just about shattered, but the leg is also feeling it. Currently just a dull ache that's somewhat bothersome but easily handled, earlier this week I awoke to the most crippling Charlie horse of my life and hobbled around through my exams as a result. I'm not sure what I've done, but I am nearly sure I am in need of medical attention. Former Flight-Captain Doctor, I'll be seeing you soon.

The stupidest guy in the history of Survivor got voted off. Good. This is going to be one angry jury.

Farewell to my Sambi. Moving away from me is mean and considered a form of torment. Hope Calgary's cooler than this craphole!

"Ah, bitch!"

Google is a nice taste of ass. Flickr is also on my shit-list at the moment. But if there's anyone to blame, it's myself. Bah. So I'll say it. HI AGAIN! Have you missed me?? Obviously, since you're here. I'm just that interesting. Getting a life should be obligatory for all, and I can say that, because I'm finally at the point where I could totally get one! If I wanted to. But I'd rather just sleep.

But hey. Last exam was today, kids. Eight months off without school, and probably without a co-op, and that's still pretty all right.

Back to reality:
Sambone and I parted ways today. One of the best ladies I ever knew, gone. Another one lost to the Rocky Mountains. Tomorrow, should my phone want to upload it, I'll have a picture of us pre-hair salon trip, when our hairs were shaggy and yucky. And then I shall frame it. Aw. I miss her so much already, and she hasn't even left yet.

Tomorrow's packing day. New place, here we come.

Thanks for that, Karl. SO much.

3 Down, 3 to Go; That Equals Half-Done

Made an ass of myself at an interview today (you know, just being me). Probably never getting a co-op, but at least if all else fails I can work for a friend for less than pennies an hour. That's right, kids (assuming I have readers, plural). Free. The only thing I'll be banking is a whole lot of unpaid hours.

I seem bitter, but it will provide some valuable experience, believe you me. Or burn up some co-op hours. Either way, it's good. Just wish I could find an HR job that could afford to give me enough money to buy a coffee. S'all.

Half done exams and I'm ready to be done school for eight (8) months(!!!!!!!).

This just in:

One of my fish who I noticed was missing all day has turned up dead. Well, half of him has, but I haven't got much hope for the rest of him. So far, a string of a fish body has surfaced from beneath one of the plastic aquarium plants. The rest of his body and his head are yet to be found. Considering the other fish are only slightly larger than he was, and that they're not really aggressive, and that they've lived with him for months prior to this devastating incident, homicide has been ruled out. There was a recent water change and tank cleaning (no abrasive cleaning products were used, only warm water), and the water seemed slightly warmer than usual when I checked on it earlier (i.e., before the corpse was exhumed). From this given evidence, I can only conclude that the water became too hot for the fish and he, in turn, exploded. Then, his head fell off the face of the earth, because I haven't been able to find it anywhere. Then, he had the other fish (who somehow remained alive and healthy) bury him under a plant according to his unwritten fish will, because that's where I finally found him. Under a fucking plant and a bunch of gravel.

This shit is bananas.

420 all of your doobies immediately.

I have no ambition to fill my Sunday at home with the reason I booked it off in the first place. I'd rather be cleaning, I'd rather take a nap, I'd rather do anything.

Andrew bought Donkey Kong Country to play on his Wii. (The SNES version.) I remember that game taking longer to beat. At any rate, it was the most fun I've had in a long time. I don't know how I actually survived my childhood with that game in my life, considering every time I 'died' last night I felt my heart seize up or go into palpitations or give me some other sort of pre-heart-attack jolt. Intense!

We went to America yesterday and Andrew got a kayak. I just like saying I went to America. I tasted the McDonalds I ate there for many, many hours thereafter. Thanks!

I love Alan Cross's voice and you should too.

Your genitalia gets rave reviews.

I just "made up" with a girl who's been annoying the fucking shit out of me for a month now.
It was just too much to handle, being so consistently angry. So much negativity in an already stressful time. I can't keep that kind of thing on my head, so I had to talk to her.

So, I had a very mature discussion with her, albeit, on MSN, as she's too scared of me in person. ( Last time I told her to tell me what her problem was, she held her pet hamster in fear and avoided the subject; small animals were made for just such occasions.) I didn't say a single bitchy thing tonight. It was perhaps one of the hardest conversations I've ever had to have with a person I was pissed off at.

The only way assholes listen is when you keep an even tone and remain slightly complimentary. I guess I know this because I am one.

I feel really good now. But I also feel like there are so many things I could have said. Ugh.

Maturity is so boring.

The Past, Never Was

It will be so nice.

In fact, it is so nice. I have a smart boyfriend, a couple of really good friends (another of whom is moving away), a barrage of people to socialize with and never really commit to, coffee can be mixed with hot chocolate and milk, and money isn't so tight. All I need's a new job and to pretend the negative aspects of school (i.e., one bothersome girl) never happened. Then read a Discover magazine and possibly some fiction; maybe take some pictures. I do wish the new place was west-facing. But it's not the end of the world.

Over it.

So let's face it. It's eight months off from this nightmare life, and it starts in two weeks. Except for, you know, the retail component of it all. But even that can be remedied. Come end of exams, it's more hard work. Moving house and then finding a full time job whether it's a co-op or not, outside of the many-shades-of-grey retail spectrum. Here it comes! Whatever happens, all it needs to do is pay down some wasn't-worth-it student debt. Solid.

Tonight's full of Stats! So many projects on the go, but soon they'll be done, and hey. What then? Oh right. Covered that in Paragraph The First.

Whether there's caffeine or lack thereof, I'm abuzz.

Low-Key Birthday

Turns out I suck at bowling again. Still pretty good at having a sore stomach when it's time to have fun, however.

Ellie and I drink strawberry beer and talk about economics and Human Resources. We carry on intelligent conversation without simply being negative and nonsensical, as is the case with any other combination of me and my friends. Oh, Miss Ellie. We're the real heroes.

I've always known this education I'm receiving was a bit of a money-grab, but I didn't feel as if the professors were totally unqualified to teach it until last week when one tried to summarize for us who Rosa Parks was. This instructor served to completely botch the historic tale of racial triumph, describing the story as "They were shipping her off to a black community on a bus that allowed black people only, and she thought everyone should be able to take the white bus." Around the room, hands slowly raised, and just about everyone in unison quietly spoke up to correct her. Wow. And then I insulted a clip she showed from the movie Ghandi. So I guess I'm a shitty person too. But I knew who Rosa Parks was, so I don't think my film-critique matters too much in the big picture.

It's nice to know that if I'm ever feeling down and out, I could always qualify for a teaching position at my college.

How not to present yourself to your "professional" competition in a seminar setting:

Hobbies:

• Basketball
• Being weird
• Suicide

Cool.

The big angry weight is back around my neck again. I like to think of it as bling, comprised entirely of lead.

Wow, life. Hard work sure is worth the (non-existent) payoff, isn't it.

Mud Flaps & Sadness

I got Andrew a Wii for his birthday, so we played the hell out of Smash Brothers last night. God damn, I am good. I'm going to be Zelda for Halloween. I already have the ears for it.

Tomorrow's the second interview. When you read this, think to yourself "Good luck to you, my friend! Good luck!" because I will be happy to have your positive energy along with me. That stuff's like booze for your SOUL.

Goran got the moves put on him by a man in a business suit at a seedy bar called Moe's. The man completely ignored me and called Goran "cute" at one point. Goran encouraged me to drink faster (half a pint in about 10 seconds... I'm little, which makes that all the more impressive) so that we could run out of the place and out of (Goran's) harm's way.

I love you all, have a nice day.

Tonight I premiere the one-ended MSN conversation. [All responses have been removed from the conversation, even the great ones that I felt pained to have to let go of forever. Okay, except for one.]

kris says:
jumanji in africa
kris says:
u like jumanji
kris says:
u like joe boxer?chief runingwater?
kris says:
jeep grand cherokee
kris says:
haha
kris says:
u like checkers
kris says:
i got checkerboard 4 u
kris says:
o
kris says:
u like jet li on snakes ona plane?
kris says:
u use crest white strips
kris says:
jack chan eats fruit
kris says:
ya he does. u like obama?
kris says:
or hilary sticks
kris says:
o a uncle doug choice.hahaha.uncle doug says like who george clooney? who john wayne? ya rite.he always talks about moses tho
Nik says:
:| ok i'm going to bed.