There are so many things I haven't written about. There are so many humorous on goings that I haven't found time to write about. There are so many things I need to do. There are so many things I want to do.

"I took her to a supermarket. I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there."

This weekend flew right by me. The weather was gorgeous, the friends were plentiful and the movie was awesome. Friday night was Eddie's grad party thingy. It's so weird that I went to elementary school with that Nick guy. Anyway, that was really cool and I got to see how domesticated Eddie has become (tee hee). It was awesome to watch her fret over a punch bowl. Had a bunch of great discussions with a bunch of people from way back. One guy was from Finland (actually there were two of them there from her pipe band, but I met one guy waaaaaay long ago) that I met at her birthday last year and we had a good chat about stuff. Talked for a long time with Michelle and Eddie and Karen around the kitchen table before the party picked up. Man, that was the most "I'm such a girl" set of discussions I have had ever; and I used to go to pajama parties in high school. Admittedly, it did have me longing for like minded females in my life (something I have long since given up finding). I wish I had a scanner and that picture of Eddie playing the drums at her convocation. Everyone was in their kilts and dress and she was in her graduation gown and cap. It's an awesome picture. She apparently had to call up the pipe band's leader to get the drummers to drum (as opposed to just the pipers playing) so she could drum at her graduation. That is just too cool for words.

On Saturday I slept in like I used to back in the cat-days of yore. Boring shit: I got up around two PM, went onto that wacky chat channel I tend to leave running for about half an hour, got a Dutch birthday greeting from this guy in Holland (he's really funny and makes jokes about him and goats as a child) and a .exe file that was a powerpoint kind of birthday greeting from this kid back east. Swanky stuff. I also heard from my corset-sending friend from back east as well, he's doing all right (I hadn't heard from him in a over a month) and I was pleased to hear that his adoration for a 17 year old server has waned into mutual online steamy talk with a woman his age in Texas. I'm sure you all care, but I write to entertain me! ME DAMMIT! But you have to highlight it to read it, making it somehow more entertaining than it truly is. I then went to Grae's work and picked him up to go to Mike and Angela's (Yay! They've decided to stay there! If you guys need help painting I LOVE PAINTING). Grae bought me a birthday slurpee and we went swimming almost as soon as we go there. Gareth was there already. Karen, Bob, Rachael, Christine, and Cameron all made it out after swimming. It was nice. Mike let me watch The Happiness of the Katakuris which is a musical, occasionally claymated, murder, horror, wacky movie that had similar tones to Shangri-La. The musical scenes were just downright bizarre. As were the claymation bits. As were the scenes where the narrator was present. The narrator is a five year old Japanese girl. The idea is that she is recalling the summer where she realized what makes a family happy while all these people around her are dying at her parents' bed and breakfast in Buttfuck Prefecture, Japan. It was hilarious! After the movie we just sat around and chewed the fat. Mmmm fat until Sean gave Grae and I a ride back to Vancouver and Mike gave Rachael, Bob and Gareth a lift to the Skytrain. It was an early night, and very subdued but I didn't want anything out there as I would rather hold off for next weekend.

Sunday found me over at my parents' house eating lobster for dinner. They were so much fun to play with before dinner when they were alive. I didn't get a chance to bond with them, but it was still entertaining. My mother insisted* on dying my hair with a temporary hair colour to conceal my dramatic "metal-head's girlfriend" roots (according to Grae). It is a lot more red than I would have wanted, but maybe I'll look into getting the medium blonde hair dye next time. The stuff isn't all that harsh to my head and it does take the brutal roots down a notch. The top of my head was really red and the first thing I did when I got home was soak my hair in shampoo. And lots of it. Either way I toned it down enough that no one has mentioned anything (either that or it looks so bad no one wants to say anything, which is quite possible and reasonable). For my dinner, however, my brother's girlfriend invited two of her cousins to my birthday dinner (what the hell!?). I am not adverse to these people I have never met in my life, will never meet again nor even spoke to the enter time (again, an exaggeration). One was a ten year old boy and the other was obviously close with Amber as a friend, but if I wasn't inviting any friends to my family dinner why should my brother's girlfriend? Seriously, Steve and Amber, what were you guys thinking?! I still don't know why they came. I would have rather Steve, Amber and the cousins just not show up if they had already made plans for that night. Lobster dinner is expensive enough as is without having leeches vying for a share. I did get enough, but it wasn't all that fair to my parents (or me, it's my birthday family dinner with strangers) to add extra dishes and mouths for whatever the hell their reasoning was (my mother didn't even know). Watched a lot of TV, which I tend to do over there. Got moolah and movie passes for my birthday (money went to many "pitch in" group dinners and a frying pan).

Monday was all about the sleeping in. Went over to Gareth and Sophie's to watch the predictable ending to the Stanley Cup final game. Hung out with Aidan and Erin there, too. Ordered some Chinese food (I looooove peppery salt tofu) and watched that IQ show. My problem was second guessing myself after the question was taken down. Some of the questions went by too fast and it was hard with Aidan yelling a fit at the TV to concentrate. It was lame. I got a 125 or so (Grae knows and marked mine). My IQ is slipping according to Fox television. By the way, Erin, Aidan: I want those two hours back of my life.

Tuesday was education time again. In my first class we discussed pornography and censorship as a moral issue. I was the only person arguing that porn does not depict women as subservient. I am certain there is porn that does do that, but there is tons of porn that show men as subservient. Sex is often mutually desired in reality (or esle it is coerced or just flat out rape), but it doesn't make for good porn. Girl wants guy, guy wants girl, WHAT WILL HAPPEN IN A PORN!? Whereas if the porn has a reluctant party it creates a tension or, dare I say, "plot" of sorts that is simple enough for a person with all their blood away from their brain to comprehend and follow. And I'll admit that porn is an art form. I say this because those that appreciate art (whether of the painting variety or the musical variety or whatever) often identify with art that stirs emotions, reactions, thought and questions. Who is to say that porn does not do the same? Just because it has become almost formulaic doesn't mean it loses its status as art. In my opinion. I also view porn as something that stirs reactions, emotions, occasionally thought and the industry itself raises questions socially.

After my way too long day at school, I went to go and pick up Hail to the Thief and I like it. Also went to 2 Fast 2 Furious with Owen, Grae, Kat and Chris. It was almost to the level of Vertical Limit in absurdity. And now I'm at work, "slaving away".

Things of note: Wow, you made it to the end of this thing! Amazing. Anyway, Mike emailed me asking about what is going on for Saturday. The Purple Onion seems to be the least offensive of the lot, but as far as I can tell all clubs (including the Purple Onion) are about $7-$10 cover (Fetish Night rings in at $9) and that seems far too expensive to sit in a room for. I mean, we can drink at my place until dawn with no cover, no charge for drinks. I do think that we should go out for a few hours into downtown and act like a bunch of drunken ruckusing teenagers that were are no longer remotely like. Bars are often without cover (although the Blarney Stone is still $7 a person) if anyone wants to go that route, or we can roam the town like a pack of crazy kids for a couple hours and then head back to the clubhouse to change & conclude the night there. I'll have to admit: I have no idea what I am doing; I'm just running with a suggestion and I don't know what you guys visualize (although images of toilet paper and eggs dance in my head). I can't (easily) justify that kind of cash, and neither can 50% of the social group that are broke students, recently unemployed or both. Especially when drinks are on top of that $7 charge. Any thoughts?


*Okay, I'll admit it, I okayed the process, but it was only because she seemed so excited about it.