I’m vlogging about the Christmas present Rachel got me two years ago because she misses it because it’s brilliant and I keep remaking the video because I keep being embarrassing but I have random moments of charm but I don’t want to reenact them in the remakes because then they won’t be charming anymore.
I think you can be worrying about anything and then when you’re caught in the rain on a sunday night with someone you love, the world gets put into perspective and you stop worrying because perfect moments do exist.
Life can be like the movies sometimes, except more awkward and weird and that’s okay, because I’m really awkward and kind of weird, and I like it.
I don’t really have anything interesting to say this week. I’m on that week before my period, aka the week of satan’s arrival, and I had one of the hardest weeks at work that I’ve ever had. Actually, it was probably the hardest, ending with sobbing in the bathroom at the end. It sucks, because I only have 3 weeks left. I’m torn between taking my job seriously and mentally checking out because I’m so fucking excited to leave the country for 3 months with my favourite person on the planet. However, I can’t decide so I just stress and cry and yell at my handicapped employee and then cry apologizing to him.
I took approximately one million travel books out of the library (aka 4) and holy shit. I’m going to get so incredibly large on this trip. Everyone should make bets about how much fatter I’m going to be when I come home.
I went back to yoga this week and I felt so fabulous. It was “power yoga” which involved moving slightly faster than usual and the guy next to me TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF. It really wasn’t that intense but I couldn’t stop gaping. I really admired his lack of shame but I was also really confused.
Went to the Vancouver queer film fest last night. That was nice. Some of the short films we saw were THE WORST THINGS EVER.
I seriously am running on being drained from work and excited about life that I can’t gather thoughts as words coherently for a while.
today has already been fucking stressful and making me want to pull my hair out and it’s not even one pm. being an adult. phone companies are satanic - who even are you, sending me a phone bill worth NEGATIVE EIGHT DOLLARS and then saying online that I owe you ONE HUNDRED for a seventy dollar phone bill. Koodo is going to get QUITE the email tonight.
also, we have a new girl at work who seems nice but can only work weekdays which is fine except for the fact that I HAD TO CHANGE THE ENTIRE SCHEDULE TO FIT HER IN AND I HAD TO MAKE TWO ALTERNATIVE SCHEDULES FOR MY LAST WEEK DEPENDING ON WHETHER OR NOT WE HAVE TIME TO TRAIN HER AND GUESS WHAT? IF WE DON’T, I GET TO WORK FROM SIX THIRTY AM TO FOUR THIRTY PM FOR A COUPLE DAYS A WEEK, RIGHT BEFORE I LEAVE!
also, I have too many fucking bills and I hate using my credit card and I have six dollars to my name and a customer yelled at me when I didn’t fill up his drink low enough NOT EVEN JOKING, HE FUCKING WAILED AT ME but whatever, I hope he likes decaf.
So I was really overcome by the Olympic spirit and burst into the “I Believe” song. Instead of appreciating the beauty of my voice and music, my mother described it was “loud” and “frightening” and my brother was so “alarmed” that he burnt himself.
My family really doesn’t appreciate the things I bring to their lives.