Reading Other People's Blogs

I have been flipping through the random blog option on this site for a while today (bored in class) and realized that there are basically 3 kinds of blogs- food related, stay at home moms and people on trips. Lots of them have a ton of relationship stuff like people's weddings and baby shit. Does anyone really want to read that? I don't care about someone else's kids. The idea of having a themed blog or mainly themed blog like one for your recipes or crafts or something is pretty cool but I basically don't do anything but go to school and be a transient. I would like to be less boring in my blog times, perhaps I should talk about books (when I have time to read anything) or put up quotes after every post, that seems kind of neat unless they are bible quotes like one blog I found. Ideally I could have a small group of chickens and blog about having chickens but it's going to be a LONG time before that happens. I guess what I'm trying to say is I wish there was more interesting stuff going on in my life in general but I'm glad my life isn't consumed with babies and jesus.

Working Title

So, just about a week and a half left of this semester. I'm a mix of worry and anticipation, but it really will be nice to have almost 4 weeks off of school. Last week Geoffy and I went on an epic journey to the southlands, visited some cool people, chased peacocks, saw a Buick Roadmaster for sale and saw the PIXIES 2 times in the Americas. The second night we were right in the front, probably no more than 15 feet from Frank Black. He's so gross and hot its unbelievable. It was the best concert I have ever seen, for realz. They played all of Doolittle in order + related B sides then encores caribou, vamos, gigantic/bone machine, nimrod's son, holiday song, where is my mind. The next day we all got P tattoos. Fun I guess. Emily tried to shove a spoon up Dan's butt.

I've been oddly inspired to write short stories lately, wack dreams almost every night and stuff. Hopefully something kind of depraved with incest, gross sex scenes, and surrealism. I shouldn't have embarked upon this post with out ample fodder but I did. Ugh.

Fuck Goals

Lately I have been so swamped with homework, errands and other people's drama that I really don't have time to make myself a better person by having new and interesting experiences and getting stuff done like clean up my room/car/life. On Saturday (2 days, holy fuck) Geoff and I are going to the south, a much needed holiday type thing. Unfortunately one of my professors is a total bitch and assigned an essay outline that was due 2.5 weeks ago and hasn't given it back yet, thwarting my plan to finish that essay (due the day after we get back) before the trip for a relatively stress-free time. Instead I have to cart a bunch of books down there and probably end up procrastinating and stressing about it for the whole week, just because she was too fucking lazy to mark "the last 6 assignments" that she hadn't done yet for last class. I hate university, professors and academics in general. Its frusturating, and they dont have any respect for the fact that WE'RE PAYING THEIR SALARY. It's ok, I know you're WAY better than me as a human being because you have a phd. Well this wasn't supposed to be a rant about university, it was supposed to be a rant about goals, like a need a list of stuff to remind me what school is preventing me from achieving. So I deleted that shit.

FUCK Australia

I have recently developed a very strong aversion to Australia and vow to never go there. Even if it's free. They would have to pay me a lot to go, and if that ever happened I would seriously stay in an air-conditioned mall the whole time. I don't want to go somewhere that I can't go outside. While doing a bit of research for this post I came across a forum where it is mostly some Alaskan douche and some Australians having it out. Here are some highlights of that before I move on...

The Alaskan:

Being from Alaska; I'd have to say I'd rather take my chances with an 800 lb grizzly bear than some of the shit you got down there. No poisonous stuff up there in my frozen north; poison is playing dirty.

Some Australian Douche:
I'm slightly offended that people are scared to come to Australia due to our deadly animals, but fucking proud at the same time.

This is someone defending the Alaskan after some of the forum jerks were making fun of him: Oh, com'on, give them a break! They have to defend USA by keeping an eye on both Russian and Canadian day and night!Russia is actually a lesser problem now because Canadian is the real socialist! People in Alaska would rather die free and broke than to live under any form of Universal Health Coverage!

Another Australian:
I'm continually amazed that the funnel web is so common in Sydney and is absolutely screaming death on legs, aggressive enough to chase you across the yard, and can survive for days at the bottom of your swimming pool when they fall in. Lots of people get bitten swimming.

Anyways, enough of that shit. Funnel web spiders are scary fucking things. That alone is enough reason to stay the fuck out of Australia. It will kill you in 20 mins and only one person has ever survived. She was in the city, really close to the poison science place. There's a ton more poisonous spiders there, too many to list them all really. The funnel web is pretty huge which is frightening but what is more unnerving is the fact that many of the spiders that will kill the fuck out of you are really small and almost unnoticable. There's scorpions too. Basically everything is poisonous. Even the fucking platypus.

According to the internets, 7/10 of the world's most poisonous snakes live in Australia. Not to mention these constrictor assholes...

Once you get past all the terrible animals that live there on land, there's the ocean...this may seem lovely and people talk about that reef business all the time and how awesome it is but it will also seriously fuck you up. As soon as you get to the beach its going to be swarming with smarmy fucking surfer douches.

As if that wasn't bad enough, there's jellyfish, stingrays, sharks, crocodiles and lots more that will just straight up kill you.

I don't really like the ocean to begin with (stinky, unpleasant to be all salty, scary shit in there) and there's no good lakes in Australia. For the most part it's desert. Even if there were, there would be shit scarier than the stuff in the ocean around here. Apparently the people are misogynistic douches which is just fantastic. The schools there have uniforms. It's too fucking hot all the time but you wouldn't want to wear anything like SHORTS because the asshole spiders and shit will be all up in you. Another terrible part of Australia is the accent, which may seem novel when its one person in Canada but when EVERYONE talks like that it would get old fast. The only people without accents would be fat american tourists which are best avoided like, well, Australia.

A couple of other points: they drive on the wrong side of the road, its too big to really see the place in a vacation span of time, there's no health care so if you happen to get fucked by any of the asshole animals then good luck getting taken care of, and of course- vegimite.

Geoff is singing Queen songs very badly

I haven't posted anything for many months. My parents are currently hunting so I'm home alone with Geoff, he's having a lot of trouble turning on the kitchen light while he's making dinner (french toast and bacon). I had french toast for breakfast but I appreciate the effort on his part. Now he's trying to do a Michael Jackson Queen cover where he's all high pitched and twitchy. He's come to the decision that a Michael Jackson Queen cover would sound like silence because he's fucking dead. I'm pretty sick of celebrity in general. Fuck thoes guys. Yesterday we were at the Four Seasons pool because the Aquatic Center was a gongshow and we had to go into gender segregated change rooms because they wouldn't let us share so I was changing as a bunch of 13 year old skanks were changing at the same time. "WHY WOULD YOU PUT SUGAR ON STRAWBERRIES, LIKE HELLO, THEY HAVE NATURAL SUGAR ALREADY!" or the classic and always topical "DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THAT THING WITH KANYE (pronounced KANE) WEST, LIKE OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO HORRIBLE." I fucking hate teenagers. Geoff is ignoring the food on the stove so I'm having to nag him so the french toast doesn't get all gross. I guess it's been an eventful summer, busy at least, too busy to do this blog thing. I will make a list in the future of the stuff I have done that is noteworthy but my french toast is done so I must go eat...

Look at me, I'm so arty!

It's very sad that you don't need to be an intellectual to succeed at university. When I was younger I always had this illusion about university *even unbc* that it would be different. The best of highschool maybe, but it's not. It's pretty easy to get a 65% average in highschool and scrape your way through a bachelor's in psychology. Ugh. Also, how are these douches who haven't progressed past the uninformed highschool like-on for communism even handling it. I mean, I'm not struggling but it's pretty difficult, even not being confined to a misunderstood dogma. Then there's the super pretentious masters students who think they're better than everyone because they've been in university for 12 years to get a second degree in some kind of arts thing that they'll never be able to pay for. I understand going to school for that long if you're going to be in medicine or something but it's embarassing to see balding wankers in their 30s wandering around because they really can't do anything except write lame poetry and fellatiate the egos of their professors enough to make a small temporary impact on the community of wannabe artists whos art is worthless and doesn't last. Really I think they're too afraid to do anything real because they know they're too old to make anything real and are just living in perpetual university life to cover up their shortcomings. They never became Picasso and now it's too fucking late. Grow up and DO something. Jesus.

ssssstressssss

I'm really bored right now because I have no car and Geoff didn't want to hang out so I have spare time to dwell on how unpleasant life is becoming this week, this culmination of all things that worry me and make life less enjoyable...

Things that are causing me stress:

Exams: for obvious reasons but also because I haven't done too well in previous semesters and would love to get my GPA up this semester. All of my exams are going to be pretty hard too and require a lot of studying that I just can't seem to start doing even though I'm so bored.

Car: My car is all broken and stuff and my parents want to sell it rather than keep getting it fixed. This is turning out to be way more emotional than I may have anticipated and is just adding a general air of depression to everything. No car will ever be as good. Change is sometimes good I guess but some other times its just plain for the worst. Like the tearing down of the Cameron Street Bridge, the eventual demise of my car and the building of Wal-Mart in PG. Sometimes the old stuff is just better and progress is just teaching us to accept less.

Summer job: as if school stress wasn't enough, after its all over and all that I could have done has been done, I don't get to relax, I have to work...and hopefully get a different job if I can or I'm going to go crazy. I will probably hear back from the thing I really want to do by next Tuesday so that will be nice, either way. I just want to know what is happening so I can make a plan and be less anxious all the time about the summer.

Money: I got none. Actually I have 200ish dollars which is more than I've had for a month but I have to work really hard on saving money and stuff. I want to drive Geoff (if my car is fixed) to Burns Lake on his birthday to get a club sandwich and possibly commune with some alpacas. I would also like a bike, a nice one at that. I don't really know what else I even want to buy. Some new clothes would be nice. I'm not about clothes like some people but I've noticed that my clothes that aren't just completely generic are all falling apart. It would be nice to have a level of income where I could buy something if I wanted it. Just like anything, like a taco or a ball of yarn or something.

Living at home: Ugh. My parents are really decent but I just really want to live with Geoff and have our own space. It would be really cool to decorate the walls with maps and have plants and hedgehogs and potlucks and cute stuff like that. To do that though I would have to work way more and have decent income so that I could pay rent consistantly and be sure that I would be ok and not have to move back home because I really wouldn't want to do that. ugh. I have to make sure my parents would still pay for school too or else it really isn't logical to move out until I have a bachelors degree.