i <3 Victoria..... at this moment!!!

I had such a great time in good ole victoria! I totally realized that i could easily move back and fall into my old routines and be almost as happy as I am here in vancity. I would save so much money and if I had a kick-ass government job somewhere, I culd totally save money and end up in London for Glastonbury 2006! That would be so awesome! Now don't get me wrong! I am making no plans to return to teh homestead, but I just realized thsi weekend that Victoria is not as lame as I always thought it was. There are actually some new places and new club nights and new coffe shops that I have yet to explore.
I don't know what made me fall in love with victoria so much thsi time. I guess it's because I haven't been home in so long. Also I had such a great time with everyone I spent time with... I still find myself thinking about that weekend and now it's almost next weekend! I will devulge that it seems like Victoria has all of a sudden gotten a big cash crop of hawt young boys. I rememeber I used to hate coming home because every second person has slept with someone you knew or you went to highschool with them or something, but now (7 years later) those moments are few and far between.
There is this guy there that has phoned me a total of 2 times since Sunday. I think that's pretty good, considering he hates talking on the phone, to most people. I don't really think anything serious will come of it seeing as he is 23, American and lives in Victoria and doesn't like the busyness of Vancouver. But it is pretty fun to just be around someone you like and he likes you and it's so simple and there's no foreboding, or prevailing worrys about "where is this going." It's like sandbox, puppy love or something, you know. Exchanging glances, doing fun stuff, talking about everything and everything.... It could get old fast, but right now it's heaven.....

Fun fotos.......

Here are some photos from raj and jamie's birthday party at david's house like 3 months ago ( raj just got the photos developed). It was a very fun night....

I am going home this weekend and me and my parents are going used car shopping yaha yahayahahaha and then I will go out and celebrate one of the best days, Amaya's Birthday! and then I will go and congradulate my girl sarah loveday M.A. on her brainy feat of successfully defending her thesis. and then I will go and pick richard's brain about what to wear for this forboding wedding that's coming up. In between all that I will be eating lots and lots of my mom's indian food.
I can't wait for the weekend.

Talking on the Phone.....

Somewhere between being a chatty cathy and an insufferable insomniac, I've started neglecting my favorite pasttime. No, not teen soap operas ( i would never neglect those). Talking on the phone. So often now it just easier to send a quick email or call at a time when you know you'll just end up leaving a voicemail, than actually talking to my dear friends and rehashing everything that has happened since X Date. I feel guilty about it. Usually I love to talk on the phone. I still do I think. But finding the time between staring mindlessly at the keyboard for 8 hours, cleaning the house, cooking dinner, going to the gym and attempting to have some sort of a life; there's little time left for idle chatter.
I miss those self-indulgent days, where I would fall asleep talking on the phone and wake up with the pattern of the cordless phone tattooed on the side of my face listening to Don's weird half-snore/half mumbling sleeping noises.
I miss those shrill days of sitting inside the hall closet and laughing so hard I felt like I was going to pee my pants talking to my grade 7 buddy sarah for like 8 hours at a time.
I miss analyzing every moment and every look that any guy gave me and my friends at a party the night before with amaya.
I don't know why I haven't been on the phone much lately. I suppose I could still do all these things if I wanted to. But I guess I feel like if I tryed to talk on the phone for like 8 hours again and it wasn't like it used to be, it would ruin that memory for me.
I guess now I use my blog to overanalyze everything and msn to flirt with boys..... But right, here and now, I make an oath to return to my rightful place on the telephone throne. I hope to speak to you all soon my loyal subjects.

The first of many....

Okay. So it begins today. I've been here at my new job one month now. Today is the first day I'm attempting to write in my blog from work. I'm a little paranoid. The boss is right in the next cubicle. And I was 12 minutes late to work today. But I didn't say anything because he gets here at like 10 am. And I'm not going to stay 12 minutes later.
The honeymoon is over. I'm done with the niceties. Love me or lump me.
But I am a little paranoid. I already heard him on the phone yelling at the cable guy telling him our bill is too high. So I'm trying to type lighty, because in this job you don't type too much. I think I already have a slight strike againist me because I listen to hip hop music at my desk ( I get the feeling he's more a Tragically Hip or Bruice Springsteen type) and then today he saw my desktop icons and he was like "what happened here?" all shocked like a baby had been dumped in a dumpster or I had been running immigrants from Mexico through a tunnel in my office. I was like " I made the icons bigger. I like them bubbly." And he had this weird disgusted look on his face and just kind of walked off without saying anything else.

Where da weekend at, yo?

Oh weekend,
where for art thou weekend? You came and went so fast like the ever-elusive shooting star on a summer's night. We laughed, we cryed, we dryed each others tears and kissed each other's boo-boos away. Now, like the sand through the hour-glass so are these sacred few summer days. Days to run, days to dance, days to kiss, days to love. They are winding down through the turnpike of time into a cyclic abyss never to be enjoyed again. Replaced by the rotting monotomy of the daily grind, the rat race that encompasses all that is evil, greedy and glutinous. Replaced by the fast-paced banter of bored workplace colleagues waiting for the day to end. Waiting for another day to end, another night to fall, another sun to rise, returning us to the beginning to begin the torture once again.