i seriously wish that i lived a slow paced life.
I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T HAD TIME TO UPDATE!!!
torquil's called AND paged at least once a day for the 2 weeks. I'm suddenly not so glad he now has his own phone.
Thursday: Got my hair done and visited Jacob, went down to Carter Motorsports, spent some quality time on a 2005 Goldwing which happens to be celebrating it's 30th birthday.
I saw keith on purpose on friday.
Friday was a good day, Got smashed... Found i had a knack for joinery...took some pics [ never again] .... Laughed A LOT [ this is memorable because a couple times, i almost puked from laughing so hard] .... watched napoleon dynamite [ happy hands club!!! ] ..... ate dinner at milts .... bought some panties and a couple bras ........ spent a lot of time with keith [ can we say passive agressive? ] .... and ended the night with a long phone convo with Cam
Saturday
I experienced my first hangover EVER.... Zoe had told me at around 3 a.m. to drink 4 cups of water.... but i laughed it off, "I never get hangovers" ..... stupid, stupid stupid ...
And i had to work [ of course ]. Who do i see on the skytrain ride to work? KEITH! [ of course! ] On the shittiest day ever. The snow was glaringly bright, music was loud and obnoxious, i was in the same clothes from the night before... fuck me. Have to hand it to my boss though. He let me leave an hour early [ at 4 p.m.] and i still got full pay. And i didn't do shit all that entire day. NOT SHIT ALL. But the noise from the sand belts were un-nerving and made my head pound [ i was working at the shoe repair shop on Denman]......... took a bath... and considered drowning myself. I felt sooooo shitty. My head didn't hurt anymore, but it felt stuffy and my body hurt.
sunday
I was sick. Very, very sick. Everything hurts. Me thinks i was fighting off something earlier this week, but i pushed myself too hard on saturday and my immune system failed me. [I had gotten chills and broke into cold sweats on saturday but didn't think much of it. My body always shuts down after i force it to work after a night of partying of which i didn't let it recover from].......i didn't feel comfortable in my own skin. My skin, btw is fucking retarded at the moment. Not to mention random glands and ... Everything!! ...... spent a good 5 hours contemplating suiciide.... talked to torq at 3 a.m. and dismissed hanging, drowning, and electricution. [ i love how that boy brings back sanity and logic ].... none of our conversations are ever shorter than an hour......
monday:
school. second day of joinery. love it still. despite having to do dovetails by hand. Feeling fucking shittier than ever. Went to see the doctor [for the first time in 5 years. GROSS ]. And as usual, doctor didn't know shit all. She prescribed antibiotics. But she doesn't even know for sure if it's an infection or not. So i'm to take these drugs for a few days and see what happens.
I don't usually do antibiotics. I've always been a "Meh, fuck the antibiotics, let's see if i can develop enough antibodies myself before this infection kills me" sort of girl.
whatever.
oh. and afterschool, as i was coming down the stairs to exit my buidling, i see keith entering. I turned to run back upstairs and ran right into someone's stomach. I whispered, "Sorry" as i ran away. Here's hoping he didn't see that.
pic of the day:
I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T HAD TIME TO UPDATE!!!
torquil's called AND paged at least once a day for the 2 weeks. I'm suddenly not so glad he now has his own phone.
Thursday: Got my hair done and visited Jacob, went down to Carter Motorsports, spent some quality time on a 2005 Goldwing which happens to be celebrating it's 30th birthday.
I saw keith on purpose on friday.
Friday was a good day, Got smashed... Found i had a knack for joinery...took some pics [ never again] .... Laughed A LOT [ this is memorable because a couple times, i almost puked from laughing so hard] .... watched napoleon dynamite [ happy hands club!!! ] ..... ate dinner at milts .... bought some panties and a couple bras ........ spent a lot of time with keith [ can we say passive agressive? ] .... and ended the night with a long phone convo with Cam
Saturday
I experienced my first hangover EVER.... Zoe had told me at around 3 a.m. to drink 4 cups of water.... but i laughed it off, "I never get hangovers" ..... stupid, stupid stupid ...
And i had to work [ of course ]. Who do i see on the skytrain ride to work? KEITH! [ of course! ] On the shittiest day ever. The snow was glaringly bright, music was loud and obnoxious, i was in the same clothes from the night before... fuck me. Have to hand it to my boss though. He let me leave an hour early [ at 4 p.m.] and i still got full pay. And i didn't do shit all that entire day. NOT SHIT ALL. But the noise from the sand belts were un-nerving and made my head pound [ i was working at the shoe repair shop on Denman]......... took a bath... and considered drowning myself. I felt sooooo shitty. My head didn't hurt anymore, but it felt stuffy and my body hurt.
sunday
I was sick. Very, very sick. Everything hurts. Me thinks i was fighting off something earlier this week, but i pushed myself too hard on saturday and my immune system failed me. [I had gotten chills and broke into cold sweats on saturday but didn't think much of it. My body always shuts down after i force it to work after a night of partying of which i didn't let it recover from].......i didn't feel comfortable in my own skin. My skin, btw is fucking retarded at the moment. Not to mention random glands and ... Everything!! ...... spent a good 5 hours contemplating suiciide.... talked to torq at 3 a.m. and dismissed hanging, drowning, and electricution. [ i love how that boy brings back sanity and logic ].... none of our conversations are ever shorter than an hour......
monday:
school. second day of joinery. love it still. despite having to do dovetails by hand. Feeling fucking shittier than ever. Went to see the doctor [for the first time in 5 years. GROSS ]. And as usual, doctor didn't know shit all. She prescribed antibiotics. But she doesn't even know for sure if it's an infection or not. So i'm to take these drugs for a few days and see what happens.
I don't usually do antibiotics. I've always been a "Meh, fuck the antibiotics, let's see if i can develop enough antibodies myself before this infection kills me" sort of girl.
whatever.
oh. and afterschool, as i was coming down the stairs to exit my buidling, i see keith entering. I turned to run back upstairs and ran right into someone's stomach. I whispered, "Sorry" as i ran away. Here's hoping he didn't see that.
pic of the day:
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I can't help but wonder, throughout this sordid tale, where the whole Keith subplot is headed. Something about a moth and a flame, something, something...
I'm so glad I did learn how to make things by hand even though I now use tools and jigs and shortcuts to get it done faster/better. The knowledge of the "old ways" comes in real handy occasionaly. I wish I had not skipped over silver work because I know it would have helped to have those skills in my repertoire. Take the time to learn every pain in the ass thing that they are willing to teach you, you never know when it might come in handy.