Boo...

Okay, so nothing and everything has happened all at once... arg. I feel completely unimaginative and uncreative and unable to verbalize. And apparently very overdramatic and lame. Ha.

On haitus. 

"Nothing is worse than not being able to verbalize that level of douchebaggery..."

Arg.  

A Dustland Fairytale... well, Northern Ontario at least...

I'm flipping out! So pumped! So incredibly excited! 

I got into Journalism! Yay writing! Ha ha. 

So, here's the scoop. In April, on a whim, I applied to the Journalism program at Langara College in Vancouver thinking, hey, why not? I might be able to hit this up... But, considering I left it to the last possible minute (applied on the last day possible), I wasn't expecting much. When I came out here, they had me come into the college to write an entry exam - grammar, spelling, local, national, and international news, and write my own news article. Didn't think much of it... probably not going to get in, blah blah blah... left it. I was content to chill, to work at the Bike Dr., to continue to love life in Van City. 

Get a letter - waitlisted. Not a surprise. Vision of lists eighteen miles long with name after name shuffled through my dreams. Fair enough. The application process opens in October. I waited til April. Yeah. That's right. So, here's the option - chill, work, pay off some debt, love life in Van City. That's the plan. 

Today, get a phone call. A position's opened up. Are you still interested? Yes. (Okay, so maybe the list was one lone name - moi. Who knows? Who cares?) 

Kablamo. 

That's my head exploding. 

So, I giggled my way through work, got funny looks from co-workers and customers alike, and skipped my way home (as well as one can skip on a Miele... :p). 

Oh, and our reverse Tri! Claude and I on Wednesday biked down to Jericho Beach and dropped our stuff at the Vancouver Hostel... we went for a nice run up towards UBC, circled back and picked up the bikes. God, it's nice to run on dirt again. I miss single track and I think I could find some back there on the UBC trails, or at least that's what I've been told. Some other time though. After grabbing our stuff, we decided that we wanted to bike to Iona Beach but that maybe going straight there would be too quick so we hopped onto 4th ave and circled up to UBC before heading down Marine Dr. It was great. Little bit of traffic so it was hilarious to be constantly passing people in their cars. Makes you want to stick our your tongue and go "Nah, nah! I'm on a bike in the beautiful outdoors and you're stuck in a car. Oh yeah, and I'm passing you." Made it out to Iona Beach and went all the way out. Didn't realize that the spit goes out 4 k! It was crazytown! Ha ha. Halfway down there was a huge eagle perched on a tall dead tree and I am still kicking myself for not bringing my camera for some shots! It would've been amazing. 

In the end, we left at 1:30 and came back to the condo at 6:30 to collapse on the couches and zombie out. Tried to watch Garden State but a bit slow and we almost fell asleep. So, when Becky extended an invitation to go for sushi so we trundled downtown back to Akira sushi for black rice sushi. It was great. 

Thursday was spent doing adult stuff - errands and such... went to Chapters to drop a ridiculous amount of money on books, as always. Saw David Sedaris signing books but didn't want in line clutching my book a la Rex Manning Day. Ha ha. The funny thing was I didn't know what I'd expect from him. He seemed just like an ordinary person, which, I mean, yes, he is. I don't know. I guess I was just expecting more... stupid expectations.  

Went out with the Future Dentists of the World tonight (last night?)... they were trying to shake off the year's worth of lockdown... ha. Some were pretty nuts. Didn't stay long. Kind of a strange bar - called Relish (yes, all I thought of was something you put on a hamburger... yes, it's childish... whatevs) with low ceilings and not a lot of elbow room. But the walk home over Burrard Bridge was nice (shhh, don't tell my mother...).

Anyway, that's pretty much it. Big enough news for now. Tired. Going to bed. 

Tomorrow? Work, no staff meeting, then dinner at Cortney and Don's in Burnaby - they have an amazing house and amazing cooking so you know it's going to be good. 

Oh, quote du post: 

Becky: "You could totally come riding with me..." 

Me: "Ha. As if. My bike is your bike's grandfather. Possibly grandmother." 

Becky: "No way. Your bike isn't that old." 

Me: "Yes it is. In BIKE years!" 

Hardy har. 

Hipsters.. they're not for everyone...

Funnisms... 

1. The yip dog population... all time high, I would say. More than I've ever seen per capita anywhere. Why bother? What do these dogs do for you? Especially when you are a 6'2" 210 male? What purpose, what function do they serve? All I want to do is punt them. Well... not really. Saw one cool one, I admit. Some sort of terrier, I think. Looked like an Ewok walking on all fours. I will give him style points. 

2. Those stupid throwing arms for tennis balls for when you're in the park with your dog. What? You don't want to stoop over to get the ball? You don't want to get dog slobber on your hands? Go buy a goldfish. Or a yip dog. 

3. Cruiser bikes kind of piss me off. Very hipster, very yuppy. Funny what's called cool these days. I guess when I get on a bike I want to go fast and don't want the theme of the Wicked Witch of the West on a constant loop in my brain... 

4. Rubber boots. Granted, they've been a bit more on the DL lately as it's been B-E-A-utiful out but c'mon... doesn't remind you of mucking out stalls and farms? Not even the little patterns, the little bells and whistles you put on them are going to hide that. Hmm... 

This weekend was Asshat Weekend at the Dr. Just because it's your weekend doesn't mean you are the only person in the store and your problem is the most important one. Yes, we are in peak tune-up season... yes, it will take you til Friday to get your bike back, and yes, that is almost a week from now. Sure, go to Mighty Riders down the street - I hear they keep your bike for a week then give it back without having done anything to it. I guess I just find it hard to relate to someone's problem when there is no way in hell that's something that I would worry about. I mean, seriously... let it go man! It's Sunday afternoon! You can wait five minutes! What else do you have to do?! What else should you be doing?! 

My last 'weekend' was spent with Claude and Chavez riding and Naam(still the best restaurant I've been to so far)ing it up and Kits Beach. We biked up to UBC and down around towards the airport. Didn't manage to stop in at Wreck (the Nuuuuuude) Beach this time but maybe next time. :p We did stop at a lookout and met this old dude who, hilariously enough, knew our ordering guy from work. Chavez tried out Claude's fixy bike then she and I made a bet at how long it would take before he wanted one of his own. Her win - two days. Ha ha. 

Hung out at Kits beach Tuesday aft. Madness, my friends, madness. There were so many people. Very nice that we chose somewhere slightly shady so that I didn't die of heatstroke/sunstroke. 

Went over to Claude's place for dinner and met her roommates - Geoff, who's amazing on a fixey bike but apparently bails a lot... I dunno, I was impressed; Liam, the upstairs neighbour and resident skateboarder who owns a gorgeous cat named Kurt Russell (best name ever for a cat, I know!); and Matt who's moving to Alberta. Yummy dinner of pasta with cooked onion/peppers/olives combo (although Geoff and I both shuffled our olives off on Claude... ha ha) then desert down at La Casa Gelato down of Venables (sp?) St. The place boasts 218 flavours with such fan favourites as Lavender (tastes like soap but Claude loved it), Cotton Candy (turned Geoff's mouth blue), and Dolce Latte (mine - caramel! Ice Milk! Loved it!). 

Headed down to Cambie/Hastings with bellies full of ice cream for the Gold Sprints - messengers and other odds and ends of people from all over the city show up to go head to head on trainer sprinting their brains out. It was amazing to watch but I was too afraid to try. 

So strange though... I mean, living in Kits/False Creek Area is such bubble living, especially at the Loft... we are in pretty much the drug and crime capital of Canada but I feel Becky and I live in a gated community where we're just not exposed to that. I venture down every once in awhile to the seedy underbelly to experience life outside and while I love it, I still have a problem SEEING it, y'know? I dunno. I'm a very spoiled, well taken care of kind of girl. 

Pic du Jour: 

Quote du Jour: 

"We're about to get much much more better." - El Capitano Doesn't-Know-Alot a.k.a. Paul B. at Saturday morning staff meeting. 

Yes, this is me shaking my head. 

Highlights in the coming week - Grouse Grind Tuesday pre-work. We're all going to bonk halfway through the afternoon but it'll be totally worth it. :) Also, David Sedaris! Thursday! Chapters! One of the coolest authors ever! And, Velo City - Bike exhibit at the Vancouver Museum. Oh! And a Lontharit with Claude - reverse Tri... love it. Stay tuned... 

Kansas City Shuffle...

So, I've decided to switch over... livejournal's been giving me some grief so blogspot it is... a beautiful and unique snowflake... just like everyone else... :p 

Muddled, tired, and recovering... been kind of a tough week... update later. 

G'night. 

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