Vacation Day!

Ok, not really.

Saturday I had to get up really early and work an event in Port Coquitlam - it is a suburb of Vancouver, that is all you really need to know.

So, I went, I worked, I was pooped. While I was working, however, I received four calls and two texts from Priscilla.

Have I told you about her? She and I went to the PR program together, she was friends with one of Smelly's exes and we worked together for a while out here. Us working together was the most fun ever. It was great. We come from a similar school of thought (on a lot of things, not just work) anyways, I won't talk about her too much, in case she reads this, but Priscilla is good shit.

I digress, so she stalked my ass and convinced me, after I had been working since 8 am, to go out to another event in Surrey.

She lured me in with the promise of treats and friends and that was all it took - off to Surrey we went.

We got lost, went shopping, crossed a couple of bridges, saw some mountains and some really trashy people - the whole 'Surrey' thing isn't just a stereotype.

I had a killer time. And I wasn't expecting to at all. Not only that, I didn't want to go and only did it because I felt bad making her go by herself.

Fucking Priscilla. I could have been sleeping.

A glorious feeling

January has been VERY busy for me. Between the culmination of the holidays and my birthday and us being short-staffed, I have been tired for a good chunk of the month.

So fucking tired.

Most of my time has been going to one project at work, and while the meat of the project doesn't take that long, the background shit takes forever.

FOREVER.

There is a consistent deadline, so I have nothing but my procrastinating ways to blame for having to work till the last minute.

But there is something about a tight deadline that makes me work ... better.

And when the project is done - let me tell ya - yay!

Tonight, I finished the project. There will be minor edits tomorrow, but the painful part is done. I always make a little treat at the end of a busy period. I get silly drunk and not think about work for a couple of days.

It is my own little carrot.

So, that is what I will be doing this weekend. Killing a few brain cells and giggling the stress away.

Who needs massages?

A nice treat.

My parents just left. They came for a weeklong visit and I survived.

Not only that, I had a really fun time. I haven't lived with them in a really long time, and I had forgotten how much fun it was to have them around.

We didn't really do much. I had a bunch of work to do, but we totally hung out. Ate together, watched tv together, talked about shit together.

It was really nice.

It was so nice, in fact, that I almost cried when they left.

This is a brand new world.

You've got to be kidding me

I have said it before, and I will say it again, I have the best friends in the world. For so many reasons.

They put up with me, they are there when I need them, they get why I am dysfunctional and never judge, but this year, my friends blew me away.

Well, they actually flew me away.

As you all know, I am a big fan of birthdays - the only day dedicated to you, yada yada yada. Last year, my birthday was depressing. I had just broken up with P3, I hated Vancouver, I had just gotten some bad news. Life sucked. Hard.

This year, I was kinda looking forward to it, but I was wondering - what the fuck am I going to do and who the fuck am I going to invite?

Then I got a call - it seems Chunk and Ally decided to gather a group of my closet friends and pool together to buy me a ticket to come home. EEEK! Who the fuck does that?!

And not only that, they had arranged to have parties on Friday and Saturday night.

Who the fuck does that?!

Well, my friends do, that's who.

It's ok, be jealous of me. I would be if I were you. These people constantly amaze me. I at no time feel as though I have done anything to warrant this kind of friendship. Believe me, I recognize everday how lucky I am to have people in my life like this.

Being in Vancouver has made me realize this all the more. The one thing this city will never have, no matter how hard it tries, are my nearest and dearest. It will never have the heart that Edmonton does.

Never.

So, thanks guys. I just hope that one day, you will get how much you mean to me. Because seriously, you do.

No, seriously, I wasn't being sarcastic.

You smell like home

I have just finished seasons 1 & 2 of Californication - sooo good. I heart Hank Moody and now want to do dirty things to David Duchovny.


During one of the last episodes, a character said to the love of his life, "You smell like home" and I started to tear up. What the fuck, right?


Well, I think that is such a lovely thought - the idea of another person meaning so much to you and affecting you so deeply, that they are your home. Their smell, their taste, their laugh, their everything.


And I started to think about my home. And how I don't really identify with a home right now. I love my apartment and where I live, but I am hardly here. I sleep and shower here really. Home isn't in Edmonton though either. I just got back, and while I still love it there and am totally connected with the city, it just ain't home.

So, I guess I have to just wait it out until either Vancouver becomes home, or I get to move back to Edmonton.

Either way, this probably wasn't really bloggable, but I haven't posted in a while and felt like I should.

Shut up.