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Friday, April 20th, 2007
It’s 22 degrees out! I am far too excited about this.
I just heard a flock of geese fly by. Returning from their winter vacation no doubt. One last sign that spring is officially here!
In a few hours I will be off receiving a facial and probably spending a ridiculous amount of money on skin care products.
Wheee!
Out with old and in with the new, as it were. I recently obliterated my previous journal, and so I begin the trip again. Too many people had the URL of the last one, and it made me crazy to think that people were reading but not commenting – ever. Or even worse, I had given people the link, akin to handing over the key to my heart and soul, and they never bothered, or lost the address. I mean, they didn’t care enough about the gift I had given them to even pay attention. And that’s when I realized that I wasn’t really doing this for myself, but rather for the audience, as small as it was. Not that I’m kidding myself into thinking I’ll be any better about the snares of online journalling this time around, but I wanted a fresh start; a new notebook, so to speak. I wanted to get away from certain eyes. Plus, I just like this domain name better
Wow. It’s been a while huh? I guess all the life changing angst and such has kept me busy. Actually, I was reminded of how little I write here when I checked Gen’s blog today. Thanks Gen!
It’s been a month since I moved out, and I gotta tell ya, life is pretty damn good. I like single. I like my own space. I get to watch whatever TV I want, take up the whole bed, stay on the internet all night if I so choose to. It sounds harsh, but I haven’t truly been this happy, this relaxed, in a very long time.
My new place is right downtown, very close to Elgin, which makes life interesting. It’s nice to be back where there is some life – although that has it’s good and bad points. It’s a fairly decent sized place, but I haven’t even finished unpacking entirely yet, and it’s been a month. But hey, I can take as long as I want now, and no one can say ANYTHING.
I got a new tattoo yesterday, and broke one of my major tattoo rules in doing so. I always told myself that I would never get a foreign (specifically asian) character tattooed anywhere on my body. Well. Yesterday I went and got the Korean word for Perserverance (wow I can’t spell) tattooed on my inside left ankle.
I can, however, justify this. I’ve been taking Tae Kwon Do for almost a year now, and recently acquired my red stripe (which means two more belts until black belt!! Of course, that will likely be in a year and a half or more from now). As part of my Tae kwon Do training I have to learn some Korean. As well, TKD has been a huge challenge for me because of my disability, and it has truly taught me about perserverance.
Plus, you just have to admit that it’s not nearly as functional to get “perserverance” tattooed on you.
I love it, and am obsessed with looking at it in that way one does when they get a new tattoo.
Mél and I broke up a few days ago. I’m aimimg to move out June 1st. It hurts like hell, but mostly just because it always hurts to let go of the comfortable and go out on your own into something new.
We tried our best, and it didn’t work out. But at least we can say that we tried.
After some serious neglect of this journal – particularly the comment moderation – I would up with 3000+ spam comments. It was so many that I couldn’t delete them in the regular way in wordpress because the load caused errors. Thanks to a lovely little trick in phpmyadmin I got rid of them in one fell swoop. It was almost impossible to write in here knowing that it was all poluted with spam (yes, I have weird psychological quirks).
Let’s see, what’s been going on in my life? My girlfriend successfully got a job in the RCMP, and they are currently working on making her permanent. My job has sucked so much, but they pay me and I’ve done all I can for the moment, so whatever. Sadly, other than that not much has been happening.
I feel like I should at least make a passing comment on the fact that Pope John Paul II passed away this past Saturday April 2nd. I don’t feel much about it. I mean, I disagreed vehemently with almost all his politics, but admired the fact that he kept working so far into his depleted health. I can’t imagine being that devoted to my work, lol.
I am watching to see who they elect. Sadly I don’t think anything in the Catholic Church will change.
So let me start this entry off in the way certain entries go once a month or so. Fucking cramps. Hate ‘em. Gah. Anyway…so much has been happening in the last week or so that I don’t even know where to begin.
Last Saturday I got a call at about 10:30 from my brother in law. That was weird enough in and of itself, and immediately made my heart sink into the deepest pits of my stomach. Good phone calls do not begin this way. It turned out that my grandmother was experiencing “complications” from the hip surgery she had just had, and while my Mom and her sisters were told not to panic “yet” they gave us grandkids the choice about whether we wanted to come down or not.
It took us about 4 and a half hours to get to Guelph. My girlfriend sped the whole way. That day my grandmother had 3 heart attacks, and was low enough on oxygen that she was seeing grasshoppers and thought everyone at the hospital (including her kids) was trying to kill her. We didn’t think she was going to make it through the night.
Apparently we underestimated her. By Monday she was out of ICU and in the step down unit. She’ll never get out of long-term convalescence, and likely won’t live past 6 months, but she’s certainly a fighter.
There’s more, but frankly I’m too tired and my writing is boring myself. Ergh.
I spent my last weekend getting over a chest cold, which at times felt like it had completely torn my lungs into ity bity pieces. And who knew that effexor (and other anti-depressants) interact badly with most cough syrups. Goody. Today I can pretty much breathe, I have new dress pants on that make me feel grown up, and I get to see Harry Connick Jr in concert tonight at the NAC. I have nosebleed seats, as I waited too long to buy my ticket and obviously underestimated Harry’s popularity in the Ottawa area. But still, Southam Hall doesn’t have that many truly bad seats, so I can live with what I got.
More and more these days I’ve been thinking about moving to Toronto. I sit there, and I really want it to happen, but I lack any motivation whatsoever to make it happen. I just want a job to magically be handed to me, and then I can go. I don’t want to have to make a conscious decision to move, I certainly don’t want to have to look for a new job. Being lazy and a chicken really sucks. I am going down to visit friends this long weekend though, so maybe visiting will kick me into gear.
Despite being 3 years past university graduation, I still internally go by the academic calendar. This time of year = new year to me, and I can’t help getting that weird mix of feelings that spring up every September. A mix of looking forward to new things, new opportunities (although realistically this doesn’t happen for me any longer) as well as sadness at separation. This is the fist time since 2001 that Mél hasn’t been gearing up to go back to Toronto. It’s strange.
I need to change a few things about myself – hell, a lot of things about myself – but I have yet to hit that spot inside me that kicks self-improvement into gear. I’m not sure where to begin or how, but I’m not a child any more, I must stop behaving like one.