I think at about now I've given up on seeing America get with the 21st Century. I mean, here it is years after my first episode, I've moved cities four times since then, and America is still at war with Iraq. And it's not even with the army anymore, now it's just this generalized chaos! How can you possibly put that into any sort of order while you're doing terrible things with guns?
War torn regions have always bothered me. It's not good for the health of humanity, to keep fighting itself. I wonder if we had a totally external enemy, like aliens, if we'd be more cohesive. Sometimes I think humans always need an enemy.
In scriptwriting it's much the same, there's nearly always an antagonist. I know a few films without one, but it's hard to remember them. In Children Of Men nearly everyone else was an antagonist. Ugh! That would be a shitty world to live in.
You have to admit though, there hasn't been another terrorist attack in the States. Remember when they were all running around screaming "Code Orange!" Oh noes! That silly terrorist alert code. And nothing would happen, but something COULD!
I used to be really fascinated by the CIA and MOSSAD and all those spy agencies. Once I bought a book about the CIA by Phillip Agee, but I got bored halfway through.
My apartment is a mess! And I really really do have to clean.
But I digress. And America's got a committment to be in Iraq for years! They have no exit strategy.
OMG. I saw a show once of this guy asking Americans basic questions, and when asked who won the Viet Nam War this woman said "Us." I was so shocked.
I am waiting on a friend to show up. Last night I went to this party at my friend Laurel's place. We played Taboo and this woman said "Thing that Thirza and Laurel saw at Cranberry Flats!" And of course I immediately said "UFO!"
I'll maintain to my dying day that I saw two UFO's out there that night.
I'm listening to American Doll Posse. I really like Roosterspur Bridge. And on the album cover she's holding a chicken.
Anyway, I don't ever see an end to this silly war. It's served no purpose except to totally fuck up a society. I wonder if strife would continue if the Americans left, or if another dictator would turn up, or what. I mean it's got a big question mark for the future. America has a big questionmark for the future. Like what abut gay marriage there? How come they are so far behind?
You know, I don't even know which countries besides Canada have legalized same sex marriage.
Oh, Belgium, the Netherlands, South Africa, and Spain. Spain! That's how you know where the sexy people are. I'm surprised it's not legal in France though. I'd have thought it was a more permissive society.
Not that I need anyone's permission to get married! Hmph!
I'd have thought it'd be legal in England too. Oh well. Canada is a nice place to live, although I think it's foolish in the extreme for us to be in Afghanistan.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
DJ Deko-ze, Hawksley Workman, and some napping in between
Last night I saw DJ Deko-ze, who used to spin at PPM. It was fun. We chatted about this youth group we used to be in years and years ago. He's still the same happy guy.
Then my friend and I came back and hung out at my place. I actually like hanging out in my apartment more. Too bad I'm moving.
Hawksley Workman tonight was fun, but I had to wait ages before he played Jealous of Your Cigarette and Striptease. He opened with We Will Still Need a Song, which was pretty rad.
And basically in between the two events I slept. I have been sleeping more lately, I think it's still me getting over the E. Crazy man! No shit am I not doing that again for a long time.
I also hung out with my friend Danielle from high school. We went to this crazy battle of the bands where someone sang something Danielle swore was Obey The Mustard. I felt very old.
30 is such a weird feeling. And I'm not even 30 yet. Maybe it will feel totally different than I think it does. I still feel pretty immature in a certain way, I'm not sure if I am. I feel like I should have an RRSP or something. Or be married. And instead I'm running away from men on Skype and wondering why I can't talk to The Cute Blonde Girl I keep seeing around.
At least the psychic told me I would settle down with someone. But how long I have to wait, I don't know. I'd be miserable if she said there wasn't anyone. But who?
Tis a mystery, and I am sleepy, and that is my report on the last two days. No one was shot at Lydias or at the Broadway Theatre, so that's always good.
Then my friend and I came back and hung out at my place. I actually like hanging out in my apartment more. Too bad I'm moving.
Hawksley Workman tonight was fun, but I had to wait ages before he played Jealous of Your Cigarette and Striptease. He opened with We Will Still Need a Song, which was pretty rad.
And basically in between the two events I slept. I have been sleeping more lately, I think it's still me getting over the E. Crazy man! No shit am I not doing that again for a long time.
I also hung out with my friend Danielle from high school. We went to this crazy battle of the bands where someone sang something Danielle swore was Obey The Mustard. I felt very old.
30 is such a weird feeling. And I'm not even 30 yet. Maybe it will feel totally different than I think it does. I still feel pretty immature in a certain way, I'm not sure if I am. I feel like I should have an RRSP or something. Or be married. And instead I'm running away from men on Skype and wondering why I can't talk to The Cute Blonde Girl I keep seeing around.
At least the psychic told me I would settle down with someone. But how long I have to wait, I don't know. I'd be miserable if she said there wasn't anyone. But who?
Tis a mystery, and I am sleepy, and that is my report on the last two days. No one was shot at Lydias or at the Broadway Theatre, so that's always good.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Boring Videographer with nothing to video
So I own an HDV video camera from Sony now. It's really sexy! It's small, smaller than I thought it would be. It has that wonderful feeling of POTENTIAL. It's got a Carl Zeiss lens and XLR inputs, and even nightshot, and the best part is when you go into the menu it's all a touch screen. And it makes beeps when you're selecting things. I don't know if the beeps is necessaily good. It's cute though.
Nghtshot! Now I can make Yvette Fielding-esque ghost hunt videos!
Anyway, now I can start filming my project. I don't know what to film. Or video, I mean, there is a difference. Video's different in a nice way. Film is so super involved. I mean, you have to process the film and do all this stuff to it. Sometimes it's just a pain in the ass.
Ha ha, Thirza on film "Sometimes it's just a pain in the ass."
My friend Robin and I were talking on Facebook when suddenly she sent me the most cryptic message that just said (Code 18). I mean, what the hell does that mean? Code 18. It's a great way to end a conversation though, to just write back (code 18) and nothing else.
Oh man, I had a wicked e hangover for a day, then it was life as usual. I remember why I only do it extremely occasionally, it really sucks a lot out of you. Bleh. Bleh to that.
So anyway, tonight I am going to Lydia's. I'm a bit nervous because the last time I went to Lydia's, there was a shooting outside. I wasn't there when it happened, but someone got shot in the arm. And he's not saying anything, so it's kind of scary. Someone else told me someone heard gunshots outside of Buds, like in the alley. Broadway's getting to be a scary neighborhood!
Actually bad things have always been happening around broadway. One guy was killed after being hit on the head with a baseball bat. And I'm sure something else bad happened around there.
Broadway used to be the neighborhood I hung out in when I was a kid. My best friend Laurel and I would meet at the halfway point between our houses, the OK Economy. Which is now Extra Foods. Like Pinders is now Shoppers. She used to invite me to go with her when she did the laundry. It sounds boring, and it kind of was, but she entertained me enough to last through her crazy huge laundry tasks. Then the Wash and Slosh opened and we were finally old enough to have beer while doing her crazy laundry tasks.
Is the Wash and Slosh even around anymore? Methinks not. It's a great concept though, getting drunk while doing laundry. It's multitasking really, isn't it?
Laurel is the one I saw the UFO's with.
Tonight DJ Deko-ze is playing at Lydia's. He used to spin at PPM, where I went when I was . . . younger. It should be good times! I hope. I'm kind of hoping to meet people there, but I don't want to arrive at an ungodly nerdly time either. It's tough work this trying to get out and meet people thing.
Tomorrow night I am off to see Hawksley Workman at the Broadway Theatre. My friend Danielle is going as well, it might be the first time I've seen her in months!
The quitting smoking is still a work in progress, by the way, as I have cheated.
Both of us left for the west coast as soon as school was finished basically. God, I would never live through that first year of living on my own again! That was so complicated.
I called my mum and asked her why she didn't go see the UFO's with Laurel and I (they were in the sky for a good three hours), she said it was because she didn't believe us!
Nicotine is a terrible addiction, so cruel! Oh lord.
See, it's a semi romantic idea of the smoking writer. Or director. But now it's just not in fashion anyway. Bleh!
I have my video camera and nothing to video. It's kind of anticlimactic.
Nghtshot! Now I can make Yvette Fielding-esque ghost hunt videos!
Anyway, now I can start filming my project. I don't know what to film. Or video, I mean, there is a difference. Video's different in a nice way. Film is so super involved. I mean, you have to process the film and do all this stuff to it. Sometimes it's just a pain in the ass.
Ha ha, Thirza on film "Sometimes it's just a pain in the ass."
My friend Robin and I were talking on Facebook when suddenly she sent me the most cryptic message that just said (Code 18). I mean, what the hell does that mean? Code 18. It's a great way to end a conversation though, to just write back (code 18) and nothing else.
Oh man, I had a wicked e hangover for a day, then it was life as usual. I remember why I only do it extremely occasionally, it really sucks a lot out of you. Bleh. Bleh to that.
So anyway, tonight I am going to Lydia's. I'm a bit nervous because the last time I went to Lydia's, there was a shooting outside. I wasn't there when it happened, but someone got shot in the arm. And he's not saying anything, so it's kind of scary. Someone else told me someone heard gunshots outside of Buds, like in the alley. Broadway's getting to be a scary neighborhood!
Actually bad things have always been happening around broadway. One guy was killed after being hit on the head with a baseball bat. And I'm sure something else bad happened around there.
Broadway used to be the neighborhood I hung out in when I was a kid. My best friend Laurel and I would meet at the halfway point between our houses, the OK Economy. Which is now Extra Foods. Like Pinders is now Shoppers. She used to invite me to go with her when she did the laundry. It sounds boring, and it kind of was, but she entertained me enough to last through her crazy huge laundry tasks. Then the Wash and Slosh opened and we were finally old enough to have beer while doing her crazy laundry tasks.
Is the Wash and Slosh even around anymore? Methinks not. It's a great concept though, getting drunk while doing laundry. It's multitasking really, isn't it?
Laurel is the one I saw the UFO's with.
Tonight DJ Deko-ze is playing at Lydia's. He used to spin at PPM, where I went when I was . . . younger. It should be good times! I hope. I'm kind of hoping to meet people there, but I don't want to arrive at an ungodly nerdly time either. It's tough work this trying to get out and meet people thing.
Tomorrow night I am off to see Hawksley Workman at the Broadway Theatre. My friend Danielle is going as well, it might be the first time I've seen her in months!
The quitting smoking is still a work in progress, by the way, as I have cheated.
Both of us left for the west coast as soon as school was finished basically. God, I would never live through that first year of living on my own again! That was so complicated.
I called my mum and asked her why she didn't go see the UFO's with Laurel and I (they were in the sky for a good three hours), she said it was because she didn't believe us!
Nicotine is a terrible addiction, so cruel! Oh lord.
See, it's a semi romantic idea of the smoking writer. Or director. But now it's just not in fashion anyway. Bleh!
I have my video camera and nothing to video. It's kind of anticlimactic.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Moving!
I had a brief weekend where I wasn't sure I'd get into co-op housing, but it's fine and I went down to pay my share capital of $800 this afternoon. I'm pretty happy about that. Finally I will get to live with my pets. It's really hard to find housing that allows pets, I've noticed.
It's a one bedroom too, which is good because right now I'm living in a bachelor, a pretty big bachelor, but a bachelor all the same. Now I get a living room!
Someone got shot in the arm at Lydia's on a night I was there. My friend and I had left by the time someone got shot, but still it was scary. We did meet someone who seemed really sketchy there, he was all drunk and trying to talk to us. I don't know why, personally I think he was a little homophobic.
I finally got my HK119 album! I'm really happy about it. And my new camera came into the Sony store today, so tomorrow I will go down to pick it up.
New camera!!!!
It's a one bedroom too, which is good because right now I'm living in a bachelor, a pretty big bachelor, but a bachelor all the same. Now I get a living room!
Someone got shot in the arm at Lydia's on a night I was there. My friend and I had left by the time someone got shot, but still it was scary. We did meet someone who seemed really sketchy there, he was all drunk and trying to talk to us. I don't know why, personally I think he was a little homophobic.
I finally got my HK119 album! I'm really happy about it. And my new camera came into the Sony store today, so tomorrow I will go down to pick it up.
New camera!!!!
Monday, March 24, 2008
vibes
Today I got a new vibrator, and a smacky leather paddle, and some new lube called Slippery Kitty. I haven't bought sex toy stuff in ages, not since my last dildo anyway. I went to Positive Passions in Saskatoon.
They really need more dildos. The really interesting stuff is in a tiny room the size of my Moms closet. It's not like some other places. It's nice, just very very small.
But maybe I am spoiled by having shopped at places like Good Vibrations in San Francisco, Womyn's Ware in Vancouver, and Come As You Are in Toronto.
Everyone needs more dildos.
My favorite rat, Nikolas, ate my dildo once. He chewed the entire head off it. It was so sad, because when I found it I was really needing it and suddenly it was useless, dead, no more dildo for me. It was my first dildo too. And it was like, the perfect size, I've missed it ever since.
My favorite dildo company is Vixen Creations, a woman owned and operated place that turns out these really great super durable silicone dildos that have like, lifetime warranties on them. Now they have a new product I haven't tried out yet called Vixskin, which has lubricant mixed in with the silicone somehow so it's really elastic-y and rubbery and skin-like. So I'm curious. I don't know.
I am waiting for my new HK119 album to come. I had to order it from the UK. Finally, after years of complaining about how I wanted one, it's coming! HK119!
Here's a random HK119 Video.
So anyway, I got a rabbit pearl vibe. It's this crazy thing that has a rotating penis head, spinning pearls to stimulate your gspot, and a vibrating rabbit for your clit, with vibrating rubber ears. It's wild because it's just so involved. I mean, what a complex tool. who thought of all that? It really REALLY does work though.
They really need more dildos. The really interesting stuff is in a tiny room the size of my Moms closet. It's not like some other places. It's nice, just very very small.
But maybe I am spoiled by having shopped at places like Good Vibrations in San Francisco, Womyn's Ware in Vancouver, and Come As You Are in Toronto.
Everyone needs more dildos.
My favorite rat, Nikolas, ate my dildo once. He chewed the entire head off it. It was so sad, because when I found it I was really needing it and suddenly it was useless, dead, no more dildo for me. It was my first dildo too. And it was like, the perfect size, I've missed it ever since.
My favorite dildo company is Vixen Creations, a woman owned and operated place that turns out these really great super durable silicone dildos that have like, lifetime warranties on them. Now they have a new product I haven't tried out yet called Vixskin, which has lubricant mixed in with the silicone somehow so it's really elastic-y and rubbery and skin-like. So I'm curious. I don't know.
I am waiting for my new HK119 album to come. I had to order it from the UK. Finally, after years of complaining about how I wanted one, it's coming! HK119!
Here's a random HK119 Video.
So anyway, I got a rabbit pearl vibe. It's this crazy thing that has a rotating penis head, spinning pearls to stimulate your gspot, and a vibrating rabbit for your clit, with vibrating rubber ears. It's wild because it's just so involved. I mean, what a complex tool. who thought of all that? It really REALLY does work though.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Easter with Sky
I haven't written about my sister for a long time, so I may as well tell you about today and hanging out with Sky. First we picked her up at her group home, then we got chocolate bunnies and she got a free chocolate egg, which she ate immediately and then kept sticking her tongue out at us. All the way on the car ride home she was talking her Sky speech, mostly gibberish with the occasional Gammy (Grandma), Mommy, and you know, she didn't say my name at all today. She does call me by something that closely resembles Thirza.
Then we went home and she and I played with mom's new treadmill. She quickly discovered the emergency shut down mechanism. Finally she decided the best course of action would be to sit on the treadmill, so I turned it on and she was trying to get off but her butt just kept going, it was pretty funny, we laughed.
Then she wanted hugs, lots and lots of hugs, so I was hugging her and she kept taking off my hat. She likes tactile things, so a lot of cuddles and so on are what she likes. She also likes when we also make weird noises with her, which we do.
Finally it was supper, I got her to feed the dogs from her plate, she was pretty much finished and had a mess of leftovers on it, and she was pretty into feeding the dogs. She also cuddled Mister, and he was really good, he didn't cry or fight or anything, even though she was hanging onto his paws and everything.
She ate her entire chocolate bunny and then, because the rest of us just ate the ears off the bunnies, started trying to get another bunny. She started hugging me but sneaked her arm in behind my back and grabbed my bunny, but mom got it. Later we sat on the couch and snuggled some more while she played with my watch and made her occasional noises and grunts and so on. Then she decided it would be fun to make me slap myself.
Tonight for the first time I actually helped Sky in the bathroom. But it turned out to be a tease, she didn't need to pee and so I was saved from wiping her bum.
Anyway, now Mum's trying to get her to take her antibiotic. We put it in an orange pop ice cream float, but I don't know if she's taken it.
I love my sister, there's no one else like her in the world.
Oh, she sneaked up behind me calling Sircy, which is what she calls me. So I guess she did say my name today after all.
Then we went home and she and I played with mom's new treadmill. She quickly discovered the emergency shut down mechanism. Finally she decided the best course of action would be to sit on the treadmill, so I turned it on and she was trying to get off but her butt just kept going, it was pretty funny, we laughed.
Then she wanted hugs, lots and lots of hugs, so I was hugging her and she kept taking off my hat. She likes tactile things, so a lot of cuddles and so on are what she likes. She also likes when we also make weird noises with her, which we do.
Finally it was supper, I got her to feed the dogs from her plate, she was pretty much finished and had a mess of leftovers on it, and she was pretty into feeding the dogs. She also cuddled Mister, and he was really good, he didn't cry or fight or anything, even though she was hanging onto his paws and everything.
She ate her entire chocolate bunny and then, because the rest of us just ate the ears off the bunnies, started trying to get another bunny. She started hugging me but sneaked her arm in behind my back and grabbed my bunny, but mom got it. Later we sat on the couch and snuggled some more while she played with my watch and made her occasional noises and grunts and so on. Then she decided it would be fun to make me slap myself.
Tonight for the first time I actually helped Sky in the bathroom. But it turned out to be a tease, she didn't need to pee and so I was saved from wiping her bum.
Anyway, now Mum's trying to get her to take her antibiotic. We put it in an orange pop ice cream float, but I don't know if she's taken it.
I love my sister, there's no one else like her in the world.
Oh, she sneaked up behind me calling Sircy, which is what she calls me. So I guess she did say my name today after all.
Blue?????
So as promised this is me with my new hair. Yes, it did not turn out blue but rather an aqua green. I also got a piercing, but you can't see it in this photo because it was before I got it done.
Faith
I'm going to church tomorrow, but I'm not particularly Christian. I thought I was Buddhist, but I really only like Buddhism in a philosophical sense. I'm actually really religionless. I used to have hopes when I was a teen that I would find a good religion. I tried Wicca, briefly, that was kind of interesting, but I don't think I understood the whole principles behind it. At this point in my life, I believe in a deity or multiple deities, but I don't follow any particular religion. I've looked up Judaism, I've looked into Islam, but neither of those interested me.
I kind of don't think there IS a religion I feel particularly embraced by. At this point I'm making it up as I go along. Gnostic Christianity fascinates me. But I can find beauty in nearly every religion. I find sex to be intensely spiritual, but that's hard to parlay into a religion.
I really do think sex is sacred. At this point in my life I've been with enough people to see that it is a sacred act, which is why one night stands are so terrible. I mean the sex is terrible! There's a certain spark that just isn't there in those occassions.
I've sworn off one night stands.
Anyway, there's my semi-Easter sermon on faith. Which is really, I have some, but nothing in particular, and I'm sure a lot of people are with me on that one. I think there should be an anarchist religion that just embraces a higher power, without having to do anything.
I've signed up for a series of meditation workshops with the amazing medium Barb Powell. It's 15 bucks a session, which is pretty decent, and we get tapes and homework. Meditation is good, whether you are spiritual or not, and I think especially for bipolar people. It's a great stabilizing force. I far prefer meditation over prayer, it opens the creative portals and helps one grasp esoteric concepts of spirituality. Anyway, I'm going on Monday, so I will report on how it goes.
I kind of don't think there IS a religion I feel particularly embraced by. At this point I'm making it up as I go along. Gnostic Christianity fascinates me. But I can find beauty in nearly every religion. I find sex to be intensely spiritual, but that's hard to parlay into a religion.
I really do think sex is sacred. At this point in my life I've been with enough people to see that it is a sacred act, which is why one night stands are so terrible. I mean the sex is terrible! There's a certain spark that just isn't there in those occassions.
I've sworn off one night stands.
Anyway, there's my semi-Easter sermon on faith. Which is really, I have some, but nothing in particular, and I'm sure a lot of people are with me on that one. I think there should be an anarchist religion that just embraces a higher power, without having to do anything.
I've signed up for a series of meditation workshops with the amazing medium Barb Powell. It's 15 bucks a session, which is pretty decent, and we get tapes and homework. Meditation is good, whether you are spiritual or not, and I think especially for bipolar people. It's a great stabilizing force. I far prefer meditation over prayer, it opens the creative portals and helps one grasp esoteric concepts of spirituality. Anyway, I'm going on Monday, so I will report on how it goes.
Next is the E
E is probably my favorite drug, and I haven't used it in about, like, eight or nine years. I haven't done it that often, it takes too much out of me, but last night I did it and it was fun.
I didn't get SUPER ripped like I got in Vancouver, but it was still a nice chatty happy touchy feely high. Most pleasurable. I haven't slept at all, but I feel fine. I thought I would have crashed by now, but no, so I'm just going to try and stay up all day and go to bed tonight like normal. I hate getting my circadian rhythm out of wack.
I suppose you'll be wondering now, what about the bipolar!!!! Well, don't worry, I'm feeling fine and I'm sure one night of fun isn't going to send me into a manic episode. I do take my drugs faithfully. I mean, psych drugs. The only annoying side effect from the e is that I've been grinding my teeth, but aside from a sore jaw that's not going to adversely impact my health.
E is the only chemical drug I'll do, because I have prior experience with it and have seen lots of friends safely do it, plus it's not addictive for me. It may be for others. Meth is something I will never touch again, at least not on it's own, there's some people who say meth is in e. But straight on meth, NO WAY. I did it when I was too young and stupid to know better, and lucky for me, my best friend bailed out on ever doing meth again and then because she wasn't doing it, I never did it again. I can see why it has such appeal though. It's like a mini manic episode.
Deanna has the dreaded post psychosis blahs. I just reread all my blog and am amazed at how far I have come. Some of the earlier posts were still crazy, but believe it or not that was after I was judged sane enough to leave. Not sane, but sane enough, go fix this at home now.
Anyway, it's been a long recovery process, but it was safe for me, and good, and I'm glad I took all that time to heal.
Anyway, this January marked the third year I've been living back in Saskatoon. It was kind of a culture shock moving back here, to be honest, and then it was hard making friends. I'm amazed at how hard it is to make friends in this town.
But I've been thinking about all the things that have happened since I moved back here, and you know what, it's all good. I'm now closer with my cousins, in particular that sweet D. Mae. I got to kiss my true love a bunch of times. I've had employment, not the job I moved here for, but enough to get by. Now I have a grant. I have a dog and cat. And I think in many ways moving back here has really let me grow up. I'm way more independent than I ever was, I have a good set of ethics and try to make things right, I've finally got a real psychiatrist listening to my complaints and tweaking the cocktail that keeps me level and happy, I've got a good mental health nurse. And maybe most important is that my whole family lives in Saskatoon, and it's been really good to come back as an adult and have them in my life this way. I mean, I was never able to see my sister Sky while I lived in Vancouver, and now I see her once a week. And she can't talk on the phone because she's mentally handicapped. So I'm happy to be closer to my sister maybe the most.
And something which I also really like about Saskatoon is this sense of community I have here, all my friends know each other in some way or another, and the queers really are integrated into regular life, at least from what I've noticed. It's a close knit community, whereas Vancouver often made me feel small, and if someone left my life I wouldn't ever just run into them on the street or anything. People disappeared. Here I'm feeling loved and supported, and that is good.
So wanting to leave Saskatoon has gone away. I love Saskatoon, it's my original hometown and there's just something sweet about the place. Plus the river is gorgeous. It's nice to live someplace I know inside and out like the back of my hand.
I think the reason I wanted to leave Saskatoon was because I was having a hard time meeting people and making friends. I don't want a huge lot of friends, I think you really only need a handfull of close close friends. And my best friend from Victoria just moved back this last week, so that's one more friend for me. Anyway, I do have friends now, some just the ones I see around, some I've spent considerable time with. My best friend these days I would have to say is Deanna Mae. Robin's my best friend but she lives far away, ditto Margaret, ditto Stef, so I think Deanna gets to hold the best friend title because she lives closer and talks to me most. And I've really liked coming back here and getting to know her, and I'm glad I'll be able to hold her hand when she's dealing with bipolar issues.
I didn't realize this e trip would leave me so verbose.
I'm happy that finally at the age of thirty I am living exactly where I want to live doing exactly what I want to do. Maybe my thirties will bring some stability into my life. Or maybe I will bring stability into my thirties.
I'm not thirty yet, I'm jumping the gun. My birthday's April 26th. We're having a small party with my friends with hottubbing and barbecue. Maybe we'll go to Diva's after.
I'm finding as I get older and older I value good conversation more and more. It's really hard to find you know! Maybe THAT'S really why I miss my ex, she gave GOOD conversation.
I didn't get SUPER ripped like I got in Vancouver, but it was still a nice chatty happy touchy feely high. Most pleasurable. I haven't slept at all, but I feel fine. I thought I would have crashed by now, but no, so I'm just going to try and stay up all day and go to bed tonight like normal. I hate getting my circadian rhythm out of wack.
I suppose you'll be wondering now, what about the bipolar!!!! Well, don't worry, I'm feeling fine and I'm sure one night of fun isn't going to send me into a manic episode. I do take my drugs faithfully. I mean, psych drugs. The only annoying side effect from the e is that I've been grinding my teeth, but aside from a sore jaw that's not going to adversely impact my health.
E is the only chemical drug I'll do, because I have prior experience with it and have seen lots of friends safely do it, plus it's not addictive for me. It may be for others. Meth is something I will never touch again, at least not on it's own, there's some people who say meth is in e. But straight on meth, NO WAY. I did it when I was too young and stupid to know better, and lucky for me, my best friend bailed out on ever doing meth again and then because she wasn't doing it, I never did it again. I can see why it has such appeal though. It's like a mini manic episode.
Deanna has the dreaded post psychosis blahs. I just reread all my blog and am amazed at how far I have come. Some of the earlier posts were still crazy, but believe it or not that was after I was judged sane enough to leave. Not sane, but sane enough, go fix this at home now.
Anyway, it's been a long recovery process, but it was safe for me, and good, and I'm glad I took all that time to heal.
Anyway, this January marked the third year I've been living back in Saskatoon. It was kind of a culture shock moving back here, to be honest, and then it was hard making friends. I'm amazed at how hard it is to make friends in this town.
But I've been thinking about all the things that have happened since I moved back here, and you know what, it's all good. I'm now closer with my cousins, in particular that sweet D. Mae. I got to kiss my true love a bunch of times. I've had employment, not the job I moved here for, but enough to get by. Now I have a grant. I have a dog and cat. And I think in many ways moving back here has really let me grow up. I'm way more independent than I ever was, I have a good set of ethics and try to make things right, I've finally got a real psychiatrist listening to my complaints and tweaking the cocktail that keeps me level and happy, I've got a good mental health nurse. And maybe most important is that my whole family lives in Saskatoon, and it's been really good to come back as an adult and have them in my life this way. I mean, I was never able to see my sister Sky while I lived in Vancouver, and now I see her once a week. And she can't talk on the phone because she's mentally handicapped. So I'm happy to be closer to my sister maybe the most.
And something which I also really like about Saskatoon is this sense of community I have here, all my friends know each other in some way or another, and the queers really are integrated into regular life, at least from what I've noticed. It's a close knit community, whereas Vancouver often made me feel small, and if someone left my life I wouldn't ever just run into them on the street or anything. People disappeared. Here I'm feeling loved and supported, and that is good.
So wanting to leave Saskatoon has gone away. I love Saskatoon, it's my original hometown and there's just something sweet about the place. Plus the river is gorgeous. It's nice to live someplace I know inside and out like the back of my hand.
I think the reason I wanted to leave Saskatoon was because I was having a hard time meeting people and making friends. I don't want a huge lot of friends, I think you really only need a handfull of close close friends. And my best friend from Victoria just moved back this last week, so that's one more friend for me. Anyway, I do have friends now, some just the ones I see around, some I've spent considerable time with. My best friend these days I would have to say is Deanna Mae. Robin's my best friend but she lives far away, ditto Margaret, ditto Stef, so I think Deanna gets to hold the best friend title because she lives closer and talks to me most. And I've really liked coming back here and getting to know her, and I'm glad I'll be able to hold her hand when she's dealing with bipolar issues.
I didn't realize this e trip would leave me so verbose.
I'm happy that finally at the age of thirty I am living exactly where I want to live doing exactly what I want to do. Maybe my thirties will bring some stability into my life. Or maybe I will bring stability into my thirties.
I'm not thirty yet, I'm jumping the gun. My birthday's April 26th. We're having a small party with my friends with hottubbing and barbecue. Maybe we'll go to Diva's after.
I'm finding as I get older and older I value good conversation more and more. It's really hard to find you know! Maybe THAT'S really why I miss my ex, she gave GOOD conversation.
Setting up cocksuckers
I hung out with my gay friend Mike today. Mike and I met at work and then quit within a week of each other, but we still hang out, and I'm glad because he is a lot of fun. Tonight I went to his place with some beer, we ended up going to Diva's and dropping E and dancing, and then went back to his house and watched Youtube and exchanged stories of how we each lost our virginity. He came out when he was really really young too, and so did I.
I came out when I was fourteen. I figured out I was a lesbian the night I hugged a female friend with breasts and was in awe of the feeling of breast against breast.
I waited until grade 10 or 11 to come out at school, but a lot of people knew really. I wasn't hiding really, or I was kinda but then something in me just broke and I'd be the dykiest person you could see in that school. Being butch is something you can't hide.
Strangely enough, it took me a long time to be able to apply the word Butch to myself and feel good about it. I tried to be femme and ended up looking like a drag queen. So eventually I accepted my butch self, and I started shopping in the mens section.
I don't like strapping on a dick. Some butches do, but I'm a writhing bottom. I like to get fucked. And there are a lot of butches that like getting fucked and a lot of happy femmes who like strapping it on and showing their big butch girlfriend some lovin.
I got to see boys kissing tonight because we were at the gay bar. There aren't many places in town where boys can safely kiss. I think it's easier for girls because straight men like that lesbian thing.
Tonight Mike and I talked about pussy eating and cock sucking. I think giving oral is way more fun than getting it. I don't know why. Some people don't like giving head, so I hear. I think next to fisting, eating a pussy is a good way to spend some free time.
I love having gay friends. We went on facebook and I showed him all the cute gay men I knew to find out his taste. He picked the hottie, Pat Mills. Pat Mills is one sexy fag. I'd do him. God, I hope he doesn't read this blog and get offended.
I've often wanted to find Pat a husband, because he's such a great guy and an amazing catch. Whatever man lands him, and I'm curious to find out who, is going to be so lucky. Plus Pat makes great films. He and I met in first year at Emily Carr.
First year at Emily Carr is kind of like an arty high school. They load you up on drawing and art history and installation and just about every kind of art practice there is, and then you have to go for interviews to get into your program. I nearly missed being in the film department, but I put up a fight and made them put me in. I mean, that was the only reason I wanted to go to Art School. So I could study film. That was the only reason Pat Mills was at Emily Carr too. But he said fuck it to their interviews and got accepted into Ryerson. And he's doing quite well now.
Anyway, he was always so adorable, he's the perfect gay husband. And someday I would like to matchmake my gay friends and see a serious relationship bloom, just so I could feel like some lesbian super hero.
My new gay friend Mike is also really cute and quite the catch. I have excellent taste in gay men. I've never had a shallow or mean gay friend. Not like some of the bitches at the bar. Always lovely gay men who tell me their crazy sex adventures.
I love how gay men approach the idea of sex, I mean, they really do have this sense of frivolity around it, and they can have so much sex! I know that's a bit of a stereotype, but man, sex sex sex. They have bathhouses, I'm so jealous.
I actually have really high standards for who I have sex with now. I used to just go out and get it, and not particularly care where it came from. Then I turned 24 and I got a crush on my friend Robin. She's probably reading this and laughing. We're friends, obviously it didn't go anywhere, but the more I found out about her the more I loved her, and then, I don't know, it reached a turning point and now we're just really good friends, with no sexual tension coming from either of us. I like that. But it made me realize how much I wanted to really feel intensely for someone before I had sex.
Then my last dates were with the girl I lost my virginity to, the one I mourned over in the earlier passages of this blog. I knew when she and I started hanging out that I was attracted to her still, and then one day when she dropped me off I kissed her, out of the blue. And she kissed me back, and it was magical.
We never had what you could call sex, but we did have one heavy make out session and many many french kisses. And while it was working (before I had my psychosis and she dumped me) I was thinking, you know what, this pace is perfect. I can get to know her without the pressure of sex but still with that sweet tinkling that there could be sex, and it was good. I mean, we really had a good time together, it was fun. The conversations were amazing, and that is what I miss the most about her.
At this point I know it's highly dubious we'll ever be lovers again, but I would still like to be her friend. She's leery of this, and I'm sure she has good reason. I wasn't the easiest person to know when I was manic. But there really was this nice spark of genuine beginnings of bestfriendship. And that is rare to find, about as rare as finding a good lover. So anyway, on E I usually come to a peace about something in my life, and I think I found peace around her. I can't make her be my friend. I can't convince her it's a good idea. But I did have some nice times with her, and I think well, at least I got to have her in my life again, even if it was only for a short time. She is truly one of the beautiful people, in an all rounded sense. Inside as well as out. She thinks she's mean, well, maybe to other people, but she was always really nice to me, even when she dumped me because I went crazy.
She didn't dump me because I'm crazy, she knew about that the whole time. It's just, I was acting out REALLY inappropriately. How embarrassing. She says she's forgiven me for that at least, small mercies, but no dice on restarting a friendship. And she really was my best friend for a while. I just loved her and told her everything. I'd never had someone I felt romantic about be such a best friend. And that was hard to let go of when I lost it. I've always wanted a lover who was also my best friend in the world. I think that's how it should be with all couples. And I never felt like she was manipulating me or playing games with me, although she could have been, who knows. I don't think she did though, she was always really straight up honest with me. Now she thinks she's bad for me and always has been, I don't know how to tell her she's my favorite female in the whole world. And I've successfully become best friends with two of my exes, and I'm friends with another one casually in a facebook way. But the two best friends who were my lovers were TERRIBLE! We had such a crappy relationship, the both of them and I! We just did not click as lovers, although the sex was great. But you know, even though they're my exes, I don't think of them in anyway as potential partners again. We're great best friends, but we just can't add sex to it.
And who knows, maybe that's the same with my recent ex. Maybe we make terrible lovers but great best friends. I'm really curious to find out. No, we made pretty good lovers. But that's my opinion. I just keep thinking, here is this amazing person I just love to bits and wouldn't it be cool if we could hang out like friends.
And wouldn't it be cool if we could be best friends who sucked eachother's cocks! LOL. No, I have never seen her with a strap on. But now that's in my head. And me trying to be friendly and not lechey, oh man what a poor job I'm doing of it.
Anyway, this E trip was very gentle, but fun, and I liked coming to a peace about my ex. It's okay to love her this much, it's just too bad she doesn't want it. We could have been a cute couple. But whatever, I love someone who is not in my life anymore. That's okay. I'll always love her I'm sure, I've loved her since high school. And definitely in terms of exs she's on the top of my list. I have no complaints about her character, she was always upstanding in all her dealings with me. And that's a good note to end a relationship on. I never went through a period of hating her or anything after she dumped me, although I was very very very very sad but too caught up in the hospital and manic psychosis to articulate it properly. It was a festering sadness, which is now gone. And even if some friends have griped about her for dumping me when I was crazy, I wouldn't change a hair about her, and I wouldn't listen to anyone tell me something about her character I knew not to be true.
The last time I talked to her on the phone she hung up on me right away. I was calling from the psych ward. I don't blame her.
And thus ends my tale of cocksucking boys and pussy eating girls. With the simplest advice straight from me to you.
Never EVER EVER call your recent ex lover from the looney bin. It'll just made them glad they dumped you before it all went to hell.
I came out when I was fourteen. I figured out I was a lesbian the night I hugged a female friend with breasts and was in awe of the feeling of breast against breast.
I waited until grade 10 or 11 to come out at school, but a lot of people knew really. I wasn't hiding really, or I was kinda but then something in me just broke and I'd be the dykiest person you could see in that school. Being butch is something you can't hide.
Strangely enough, it took me a long time to be able to apply the word Butch to myself and feel good about it. I tried to be femme and ended up looking like a drag queen. So eventually I accepted my butch self, and I started shopping in the mens section.
I don't like strapping on a dick. Some butches do, but I'm a writhing bottom. I like to get fucked. And there are a lot of butches that like getting fucked and a lot of happy femmes who like strapping it on and showing their big butch girlfriend some lovin.
I got to see boys kissing tonight because we were at the gay bar. There aren't many places in town where boys can safely kiss. I think it's easier for girls because straight men like that lesbian thing.
Tonight Mike and I talked about pussy eating and cock sucking. I think giving oral is way more fun than getting it. I don't know why. Some people don't like giving head, so I hear. I think next to fisting, eating a pussy is a good way to spend some free time.
I love having gay friends. We went on facebook and I showed him all the cute gay men I knew to find out his taste. He picked the hottie, Pat Mills. Pat Mills is one sexy fag. I'd do him. God, I hope he doesn't read this blog and get offended.
I've often wanted to find Pat a husband, because he's such a great guy and an amazing catch. Whatever man lands him, and I'm curious to find out who, is going to be so lucky. Plus Pat makes great films. He and I met in first year at Emily Carr.
First year at Emily Carr is kind of like an arty high school. They load you up on drawing and art history and installation and just about every kind of art practice there is, and then you have to go for interviews to get into your program. I nearly missed being in the film department, but I put up a fight and made them put me in. I mean, that was the only reason I wanted to go to Art School. So I could study film. That was the only reason Pat Mills was at Emily Carr too. But he said fuck it to their interviews and got accepted into Ryerson. And he's doing quite well now.
Anyway, he was always so adorable, he's the perfect gay husband. And someday I would like to matchmake my gay friends and see a serious relationship bloom, just so I could feel like some lesbian super hero.
My new gay friend Mike is also really cute and quite the catch. I have excellent taste in gay men. I've never had a shallow or mean gay friend. Not like some of the bitches at the bar. Always lovely gay men who tell me their crazy sex adventures.
I love how gay men approach the idea of sex, I mean, they really do have this sense of frivolity around it, and they can have so much sex! I know that's a bit of a stereotype, but man, sex sex sex. They have bathhouses, I'm so jealous.
I actually have really high standards for who I have sex with now. I used to just go out and get it, and not particularly care where it came from. Then I turned 24 and I got a crush on my friend Robin. She's probably reading this and laughing. We're friends, obviously it didn't go anywhere, but the more I found out about her the more I loved her, and then, I don't know, it reached a turning point and now we're just really good friends, with no sexual tension coming from either of us. I like that. But it made me realize how much I wanted to really feel intensely for someone before I had sex.
Then my last dates were with the girl I lost my virginity to, the one I mourned over in the earlier passages of this blog. I knew when she and I started hanging out that I was attracted to her still, and then one day when she dropped me off I kissed her, out of the blue. And she kissed me back, and it was magical.
We never had what you could call sex, but we did have one heavy make out session and many many french kisses. And while it was working (before I had my psychosis and she dumped me) I was thinking, you know what, this pace is perfect. I can get to know her without the pressure of sex but still with that sweet tinkling that there could be sex, and it was good. I mean, we really had a good time together, it was fun. The conversations were amazing, and that is what I miss the most about her.
At this point I know it's highly dubious we'll ever be lovers again, but I would still like to be her friend. She's leery of this, and I'm sure she has good reason. I wasn't the easiest person to know when I was manic. But there really was this nice spark of genuine beginnings of bestfriendship. And that is rare to find, about as rare as finding a good lover. So anyway, on E I usually come to a peace about something in my life, and I think I found peace around her. I can't make her be my friend. I can't convince her it's a good idea. But I did have some nice times with her, and I think well, at least I got to have her in my life again, even if it was only for a short time. She is truly one of the beautiful people, in an all rounded sense. Inside as well as out. She thinks she's mean, well, maybe to other people, but she was always really nice to me, even when she dumped me because I went crazy.
She didn't dump me because I'm crazy, she knew about that the whole time. It's just, I was acting out REALLY inappropriately. How embarrassing. She says she's forgiven me for that at least, small mercies, but no dice on restarting a friendship. And she really was my best friend for a while. I just loved her and told her everything. I'd never had someone I felt romantic about be such a best friend. And that was hard to let go of when I lost it. I've always wanted a lover who was also my best friend in the world. I think that's how it should be with all couples. And I never felt like she was manipulating me or playing games with me, although she could have been, who knows. I don't think she did though, she was always really straight up honest with me. Now she thinks she's bad for me and always has been, I don't know how to tell her she's my favorite female in the whole world. And I've successfully become best friends with two of my exes, and I'm friends with another one casually in a facebook way. But the two best friends who were my lovers were TERRIBLE! We had such a crappy relationship, the both of them and I! We just did not click as lovers, although the sex was great. But you know, even though they're my exes, I don't think of them in anyway as potential partners again. We're great best friends, but we just can't add sex to it.
And who knows, maybe that's the same with my recent ex. Maybe we make terrible lovers but great best friends. I'm really curious to find out. No, we made pretty good lovers. But that's my opinion. I just keep thinking, here is this amazing person I just love to bits and wouldn't it be cool if we could hang out like friends.
And wouldn't it be cool if we could be best friends who sucked eachother's cocks! LOL. No, I have never seen her with a strap on. But now that's in my head. And me trying to be friendly and not lechey, oh man what a poor job I'm doing of it.
Anyway, this E trip was very gentle, but fun, and I liked coming to a peace about my ex. It's okay to love her this much, it's just too bad she doesn't want it. We could have been a cute couple. But whatever, I love someone who is not in my life anymore. That's okay. I'll always love her I'm sure, I've loved her since high school. And definitely in terms of exs she's on the top of my list. I have no complaints about her character, she was always upstanding in all her dealings with me. And that's a good note to end a relationship on. I never went through a period of hating her or anything after she dumped me, although I was very very very very sad but too caught up in the hospital and manic psychosis to articulate it properly. It was a festering sadness, which is now gone. And even if some friends have griped about her for dumping me when I was crazy, I wouldn't change a hair about her, and I wouldn't listen to anyone tell me something about her character I knew not to be true.
The last time I talked to her on the phone she hung up on me right away. I was calling from the psych ward. I don't blame her.
And thus ends my tale of cocksucking boys and pussy eating girls. With the simplest advice straight from me to you.
Never EVER EVER call your recent ex lover from the looney bin. It'll just made them glad they dumped you before it all went to hell.
Friday, March 21, 2008
good friday
Princess Auto was closed when I finally got out there to buy a powered usb hub for my computer. I need it to properly use my new webvideocamera. It works with mom's computer so I was trying it out there and got on Skype for the first time, only to discover one thing.
Don't select female on your profile page.
No kidding, I had to shut the damn thing down twice because I kept getting chats from guys who just wanted sex. One guy was really bossy and demanding a photo. Fuck off! I don't send out photos to people I don't know just on the off chance I might want to see an erect penis on a fuzzy webcam.
And I didn't want to see any penises, but they just kept sending chats! Stop it! And then they would get annoyed if I chatted with someone else. And I only got this camera and Skype so I could talk to my friends out east. So far my experiences with Skype have been sad. Too many annoying people.
That's the funny thing about new technology, people will always apply it to sex somehow. I don't know why that is. And men will always be rude and uncooth online. I think Emily Post needs to write a book on online manners. Because some people, god! Like all this spam I've been getting for hot milf action. I don't want to sleep with someone just because they have kids.
I think the most uncooth thing is dumping someone via email. It's so passionless, which is maybe the point. I've been dumped twice by email. I've never been dumped by text messaging though. That's something to look forward to.
I once dumped someone on the machine and I got into such trouble because her roommates heard it before she did. Ooops! Never again, and I'd apply that to email too.
Of course getting dumped in public isn't good either. Maybe the best way to dump someone is on the phone. Then whoever's getting dumped can have a little cry and then stick their face in the fridge.
Today is Good Friday. We went on a Stations of the Cross walk but left Jesus on his plight to eventually stand in the shivering cold outside the closed library to wait for mum to pick us up. We only made it to two stations.
And they'll know we are absconding by our walk, by our walk.
My dachshund lamp arrived today. It's bigger than Mister and it glows greeny. It's very cute. It's for nursery's actually, and it was my 29th birthday present, much belated. Mum has my 30th present picked out, so she says.
Then we went to Mulberry's for lunch and listened to Gramma and Grampa bicker in the car all the way home.
Deanna Mae is coming to town today, so I'm happy about that. Say hello to my little cousin!
Don't select female on your profile page.
No kidding, I had to shut the damn thing down twice because I kept getting chats from guys who just wanted sex. One guy was really bossy and demanding a photo. Fuck off! I don't send out photos to people I don't know just on the off chance I might want to see an erect penis on a fuzzy webcam.
And I didn't want to see any penises, but they just kept sending chats! Stop it! And then they would get annoyed if I chatted with someone else. And I only got this camera and Skype so I could talk to my friends out east. So far my experiences with Skype have been sad. Too many annoying people.
That's the funny thing about new technology, people will always apply it to sex somehow. I don't know why that is. And men will always be rude and uncooth online. I think Emily Post needs to write a book on online manners. Because some people, god! Like all this spam I've been getting for hot milf action. I don't want to sleep with someone just because they have kids.
I think the most uncooth thing is dumping someone via email. It's so passionless, which is maybe the point. I've been dumped twice by email. I've never been dumped by text messaging though. That's something to look forward to.
I once dumped someone on the machine and I got into such trouble because her roommates heard it before she did. Ooops! Never again, and I'd apply that to email too.
Of course getting dumped in public isn't good either. Maybe the best way to dump someone is on the phone. Then whoever's getting dumped can have a little cry and then stick their face in the fridge.
Today is Good Friday. We went on a Stations of the Cross walk but left Jesus on his plight to eventually stand in the shivering cold outside the closed library to wait for mum to pick us up. We only made it to two stations.
And they'll know we are absconding by our walk, by our walk.
My dachshund lamp arrived today. It's bigger than Mister and it glows greeny. It's very cute. It's for nursery's actually, and it was my 29th birthday present, much belated. Mum has my 30th present picked out, so she says.
Then we went to Mulberry's for lunch and listened to Gramma and Grampa bicker in the car all the way home.
Deanna Mae is coming to town today, so I'm happy about that. Say hello to my little cousin!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Smoke Free Report: Day 6
It's practically spring here, even though it snowed today, and I have forgotten how to turn the radiator down. There, I think I might have turned it down.
Anyway, I wanted to talk about not smoking. It's day 6 I think. Anyway, I'm doing really good. The patch totally helps out. And I've taken up gum chewing again. So when I turn 30 I'll be smoke free. I'm pretty happy about it. It's amazing how intense nicotine addiction is.
My clothes smell nice again, and that's good, and I must be infinitely more kissable now that I don't have smokers saliva. Bleh!
Tomorrow I'm going to spend the day cleaning my apartment and washing my clothes. Boring I know. But believe me, it will be a significant improvement to my life.
Once when I lived in Vancouver I went to this little laundromat and saw a cockroach run out from an arcade game. I freaked out and always used the laundry across the street since, even when it destroyed some good sheets but putting grease stains on them when they went through a bad dryer.
I watched a friend smoke a whole cigarette in front of me twice and I didn't even ask for a puff. I was so proud of mself. Yay for beating nicotine! But there's still a ways I have to go. I'm getting online coaching to quit, so that's good. But for so many reasons I decided to quit. Me and cigarettes had a history, but it's over.
Which is how I'm finally thinking about my last relationship. It's just over. There's nothing more to be said. And the psychic was right about her. It was going to be a messy breakup.
I'm thinking I have to take my new talkcam back to the store because it doesn't work. I'm trying to get with the century and use Skype,
Anyway, I wanted to talk about not smoking. It's day 6 I think. Anyway, I'm doing really good. The patch totally helps out. And I've taken up gum chewing again. So when I turn 30 I'll be smoke free. I'm pretty happy about it. It's amazing how intense nicotine addiction is.
My clothes smell nice again, and that's good, and I must be infinitely more kissable now that I don't have smokers saliva. Bleh!
Tomorrow I'm going to spend the day cleaning my apartment and washing my clothes. Boring I know. But believe me, it will be a significant improvement to my life.
Once when I lived in Vancouver I went to this little laundromat and saw a cockroach run out from an arcade game. I freaked out and always used the laundry across the street since, even when it destroyed some good sheets but putting grease stains on them when they went through a bad dryer.
I watched a friend smoke a whole cigarette in front of me twice and I didn't even ask for a puff. I was so proud of mself. Yay for beating nicotine! But there's still a ways I have to go. I'm getting online coaching to quit, so that's good. But for so many reasons I decided to quit. Me and cigarettes had a history, but it's over.
Which is how I'm finally thinking about my last relationship. It's just over. There's nothing more to be said. And the psychic was right about her. It was going to be a messy breakup.
I'm thinking I have to take my new talkcam back to the store because it doesn't work. I'm trying to get with the century and use Skype,
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Dirty Bingo
Last night I went with my mom to Free Flow Dance's annual Naughty Bingo. Unfortunately we didn't win anything, but Cindy Baker won pasties.
I've been buying the things I had on my shopping list. The next big purchase is a tattoo, which I'm excited about. I've been wanting a new tattoo for ages, and this one is on my right forearm. It's a dragon the color of a cornsnake, and it reminds me of Christopher because he always wanted a corn snake and his birthday is around Chinese New Year. So we'll see how it turns out.
I bought a new bra, well, two, half price. I've gone down from an E cup to a D cup. As it happened, I bought the one bra my mum was slavering over and she's been grumpy at me ever since. She's on her new treadmill right now singing along with Janice Joplin. I like buying bras that are actually fitted for me, they're nice.
I've kept up the tradition of buying terribly lacy bras for myself, because I like the contradiction when I take off my butchy clothes.
What else have I been up to? I'm done work now, which is good, because I'm ready to start work on my project. I want to start filming as soon as possible. I've got a camera coming in two weeks.
Mister is at my feet. I found out this week that I got into Co-Op Housing, so that is exciting because I'll be able to live with my little dog and cat finally. I'm excited about that, I will have a one bedroom apartment, which is good. And I'm going to get cable too!
I move in April 15th.
I'm looking forward to all the things I will be able to do now. I'm done work so my days are free when I'm not working on my project. I've ordered my swabs for the Genographic project and soon my Gramma and Grampa will be contributing their dna to the project. That's pretty cool.
I'm trying to think of other interesting things to blog about. Well, manic depression wise, my meds are working pretty well. I'm not moody at all anymore, pretty even tempered and stable, which is good. I'm happy about that. I actually feel like I'm capable of going to university again, which is something I will apply to next year.
I want to finally shoot my vampire video, that would be good to do. I have fake teeth for myself and everything. I might dress up femme for it.
I'm getting my lip pierced next week, which is exciting, and the new tattoo on the 2nd of April, well before my 30th birthday on the 26th. I love body mods. I used to cruise the BME site all the time, but I've never uploaded any pictures. At this point I now have two stretched lobes and an industrial, I used to have a hood piercing but I took it out when the doctor suggested it might have something to do with my chronic yeast infections.
Okay, for two years I had a chronic yeast infection. It was horrible, I tried everything to get rid of it. Boric Acid (at a friend's suggestion), Garlic (at another friend's suggestion), monistat, many cartons of monistat. Finally I had to take diflucan for six weeks. Diflucan knocked the shit out of that damn yeast infection.
Anyway, I don't think the piercing had anything to do with that yeast infection, it was a nice piercing.
I'm also going to be dying my hair back to blue and yellow, my favorite hair colour! It looks like a sunrise when I put it in, because the yellow goes at the front.
To acheive my new hair colour I acquired Lagoon Blue and Electric Sunshine. I will post a picture when I have it in, maybe with my new leather coat on.
I've been buying the things I had on my shopping list. The next big purchase is a tattoo, which I'm excited about. I've been wanting a new tattoo for ages, and this one is on my right forearm. It's a dragon the color of a cornsnake, and it reminds me of Christopher because he always wanted a corn snake and his birthday is around Chinese New Year. So we'll see how it turns out.
I bought a new bra, well, two, half price. I've gone down from an E cup to a D cup. As it happened, I bought the one bra my mum was slavering over and she's been grumpy at me ever since. She's on her new treadmill right now singing along with Janice Joplin. I like buying bras that are actually fitted for me, they're nice.
I've kept up the tradition of buying terribly lacy bras for myself, because I like the contradiction when I take off my butchy clothes.
What else have I been up to? I'm done work now, which is good, because I'm ready to start work on my project. I want to start filming as soon as possible. I've got a camera coming in two weeks.
Mister is at my feet. I found out this week that I got into Co-Op Housing, so that is exciting because I'll be able to live with my little dog and cat finally. I'm excited about that, I will have a one bedroom apartment, which is good. And I'm going to get cable too!
I move in April 15th.
I'm looking forward to all the things I will be able to do now. I'm done work so my days are free when I'm not working on my project. I've ordered my swabs for the Genographic project and soon my Gramma and Grampa will be contributing their dna to the project. That's pretty cool.
I'm trying to think of other interesting things to blog about. Well, manic depression wise, my meds are working pretty well. I'm not moody at all anymore, pretty even tempered and stable, which is good. I'm happy about that. I actually feel like I'm capable of going to university again, which is something I will apply to next year.
I want to finally shoot my vampire video, that would be good to do. I have fake teeth for myself and everything. I might dress up femme for it.
I'm getting my lip pierced next week, which is exciting, and the new tattoo on the 2nd of April, well before my 30th birthday on the 26th. I love body mods. I used to cruise the BME site all the time, but I've never uploaded any pictures. At this point I now have two stretched lobes and an industrial, I used to have a hood piercing but I took it out when the doctor suggested it might have something to do with my chronic yeast infections.
Okay, for two years I had a chronic yeast infection. It was horrible, I tried everything to get rid of it. Boric Acid (at a friend's suggestion), Garlic (at another friend's suggestion), monistat, many cartons of monistat. Finally I had to take diflucan for six weeks. Diflucan knocked the shit out of that damn yeast infection.
Anyway, I don't think the piercing had anything to do with that yeast infection, it was a nice piercing.
I'm also going to be dying my hair back to blue and yellow, my favorite hair colour! It looks like a sunrise when I put it in, because the yellow goes at the front.
To acheive my new hair colour I acquired Lagoon Blue and Electric Sunshine. I will post a picture when I have it in, maybe with my new leather coat on.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Day 1 of The Patch
I'm trying to quit smoking for the umpeenth time. I've tried to quit smoking seriously at least four times. Once when I was in the hospital. They have a program to help people quit smoking, but so many people smoke and it's so stressful to be in there that it didn't work very well. The nurses themselves admitted that it was ridiculously hard to quit smoking in the hospital.
The downfall of my last quit was Djarum Black cigarettes, which are more like smoking something out of the spice drawer than cigarettes really. I didn't consider them seriously full of nicotine enough to worry about getting readdicted, but I was, and by the time I got into the hospital I was toting a carton of DuMaurier. Sad really. And intense, since the carton looks like an extra large package of cigarettes.
Our cigarettes all got stored under the sink in the nurses med office.
But enough about smoking in the psych ward. I had been smoke free for about 6 months or so when I went back to ciggy's, and despite a few halfhearted attempts, have not really tried to quit until today.
I went out and bought the patch. I was on the patch in the hospital, but all those people going down to the Meewasin Valley Trail to smoke drew me back into tobacco's cruel plegmy clutches.
Bleh. Smoking is smelly. And I'm really getting freaked out by our Canadian warnings. I mean, I have to look at rotting teeth or a bloody heart or a weird brain everytime I have a smoke. That's no fun! I haven't wanted to look at such things since I was a morbid teen.
They're so dire too, because they're all in black with white writing.
So I'm quitting, as of today. I am also going to bleach and dye my hair. I'm in a good mood.
In weird news, my mother and I, but mostly my mother, worked on fixing her stupid toilet for two days. A leak had rusted a bolt so much that eventually a hacksaw was procured to cut off the offending bolt.
I was just in the middle of complaining about the hacksaw when after 24hours of trying to get that one bolt off, the thing made a happy clink noise to the floor. Toilets are poopy!
The downfall of my last quit was Djarum Black cigarettes, which are more like smoking something out of the spice drawer than cigarettes really. I didn't consider them seriously full of nicotine enough to worry about getting readdicted, but I was, and by the time I got into the hospital I was toting a carton of DuMaurier. Sad really. And intense, since the carton looks like an extra large package of cigarettes.
Our cigarettes all got stored under the sink in the nurses med office.
But enough about smoking in the psych ward. I had been smoke free for about 6 months or so when I went back to ciggy's, and despite a few halfhearted attempts, have not really tried to quit until today.
I went out and bought the patch. I was on the patch in the hospital, but all those people going down to the Meewasin Valley Trail to smoke drew me back into tobacco's cruel plegmy clutches.
Bleh. Smoking is smelly. And I'm really getting freaked out by our Canadian warnings. I mean, I have to look at rotting teeth or a bloody heart or a weird brain everytime I have a smoke. That's no fun! I haven't wanted to look at such things since I was a morbid teen.
They're so dire too, because they're all in black with white writing.
So I'm quitting, as of today. I am also going to bleach and dye my hair. I'm in a good mood.
In weird news, my mother and I, but mostly my mother, worked on fixing her stupid toilet for two days. A leak had rusted a bolt so much that eventually a hacksaw was procured to cut off the offending bolt.
I was just in the middle of complaining about the hacksaw when after 24hours of trying to get that one bolt off, the thing made a happy clink noise to the floor. Toilets are poopy!
The Paranormal and I
When I was a kid I was addicted to reading books about the paranormal. And as an adult, I've had my fair share of paranormal events. Possibly enough to write an entire book on, to be honest. I know being a crazy person, certain one's get written out pretty much immediately if they're genuine hallucinations. I can tell the difference, believe it or not.
Not half an hour ago I watched my mum's ivy plant start moving around for no reason, like something brushed against it. It spooked the shit out of me.
Once I had a roommate who had a poltergeist attached to her. One day she and I were talking and a pink lighter materialized out of nowhere and fell on the floor two feet away from us.
And then there was the infamous UFO sighting.
We saw two of them, and they were each a fair size. Green and kind of whispy, with really bright glowing orbs. That was intense. I mean really, Aliens! What else can I say? It's insanity out here in Saskatchewan.
When I first got out of the hospital there was a poltergeist in my apartment knocking on the floor and the walls.
And then there was Preston's house. He had a ghost that knocked on walls. One time I was taking a piss and that fucking ghost knocked on the wall behind me. I didn't know what to do, because I just kept peeing so I couldn't run. And chills were running up and down my spine at that thing being so close to me.
I've been around it so much. I want it to be over. No more freaking paranormal things to happen. But my psychic told me I was more paranormal than spiritual. Dammit! Why do I have to be crazy AND be as suseptible to spooks and extraterrestrials? Why not one or the other? Now nothing I say is credible, except that all the events described above have other eye witnesses.
I think I should try and be more spiritual. I'm not sure how to start though. Something simple.
Not half an hour ago I watched my mum's ivy plant start moving around for no reason, like something brushed against it. It spooked the shit out of me.
Once I had a roommate who had a poltergeist attached to her. One day she and I were talking and a pink lighter materialized out of nowhere and fell on the floor two feet away from us.
And then there was the infamous UFO sighting.
We saw two of them, and they were each a fair size. Green and kind of whispy, with really bright glowing orbs. That was intense. I mean really, Aliens! What else can I say? It's insanity out here in Saskatchewan.
When I first got out of the hospital there was a poltergeist in my apartment knocking on the floor and the walls.
And then there was Preston's house. He had a ghost that knocked on walls. One time I was taking a piss and that fucking ghost knocked on the wall behind me. I didn't know what to do, because I just kept peeing so I couldn't run. And chills were running up and down my spine at that thing being so close to me.
I've been around it so much. I want it to be over. No more freaking paranormal things to happen. But my psychic told me I was more paranormal than spiritual. Dammit! Why do I have to be crazy AND be as suseptible to spooks and extraterrestrials? Why not one or the other? Now nothing I say is credible, except that all the events described above have other eye witnesses.
I think I should try and be more spiritual. I'm not sure how to start though. Something simple.
Monday, March 10, 2008
MONEY!
I checked my bank account this morning to find it reduced to a piddling minus 4.95. Sad state of affairs! But then I checked it this afternoon to find it PACKED with cash! I'm so excited. Tonight I'm going out to buy myself some nice new sheets. And thus begins The Shopping.
One Line
I think this is my favorite PJ Harvey song, I was listening to this CD along the time I went manic, and it reminds me of my desperate desire to throw out a lifesaver to my flailingly crashing in flames romance.
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I've come to an uneasy truce with my psych meds. By now I know for sure I need them, and five years after my diagnosis of bipolar I have finally been prescribed a med cocktail that works so well I can't even do mushrooms. I can't do mushrooms because the drugs are so powerful that I don't feel any effects at all so I don't trip. Pot DOES still work though, and for that I am grateful. Because I like pot.
But I'm pretty happy with my med regime now. I take morning and bedtime pills, and it has made me ridiculously stable. I find it really hard to cry though, I shouldn't say that, now something will happen that will make me cry.
I don't like the drugs, but they do like me, and they work. So I guess in a grumpy kind of way I feel an affection for them. They've pulled me out of yet another psychosis and have kept me stable as heck. I'm not even having sleep problems, like I used to have quite badly. I hate sleep problems.
Today is My Sunday
Tomorrow I go back into work. Twice I've been asked on the phones if I'm a robot or tape recorder. We have numerical id's we sign into the program with, and a friend suggested we answer by saying "Yes, I'm A37." Doing survey work is not too hard, it's kind of monotonous but I do take pride in trying to be as polite as possible to the people on the phones. Even if they're nasty to me I generally say "Thanks for your time." I only had one really nasty guy once, and he told me twice to go fuck myself. I should have said "I did last night, thanks for reminding me, I'll attend to that when I get home.
I'm tired of fucking myself. No I'm not. Masturbation is the best release for tension. Did you know there's a condition called Persistent Genital Arousal Syndrome where people masturbate all the time and there's no release? Oh man that would suck. And I don't think I could handle having soggy panties all the time.
When I was really crazy, the only musician who made any sense was Nina Hagen, who I almost met once when my online friend's mother was hanging out with her in Vancouver. My friend Maureen Bradley met her and interviewed her, lucky duck.
I've been dreaming a lot lately that I'm back at Emily Carr in the film department, which no longer exists, now it's the Integrated Media Department. I miss the film department. I have good memories of spending my hours in the editing suites. Editing was my favorite part of being in film school, and I had hoped to make a career out of it, but so far that hasn't happened. It's okay though, what I really want to be is a full time director, and this year I really get to be one.
Being crazy at Emily Carr was barely noticiable, except for the day I came in drugged up on sleeping pills and my ex, Velveeta, said I looked all loggy. Velveeta's hilarious. I promised I would buy her some fake balls for her bicycle, and I did but I haven't gotten it together to put them in the mail. At first she thought I meant real balls, and I was going to send her a jar of pickled testicles. I don't know where she got that idea from.
She was the one who would sign up for twice the allotted time by going in as Maya Deren, sneaky fucker!
I'm looking forward to travelling this year, it's very exciting.
Sometimes I really think enlightenment happens during psychosis. There's about a week when suddenly synchronicities start happening, and you notice a pattern to chaos. But then when you try to voice the pattern, all hell breaks loose because I think Chaos doesn't like people to notice it has a pattern. And then sometimes I think there is real power going on during insanity. One time when I was in the ward a woman who was very psychotic told me I pissed off a tree. This would sound like nonesense unless you knew I nailed something to a tree while I was crazy. And I hadn't told anybody that. So maybe she wasn't so crazy. But then she started saying "There's cracks in God!" Which could be true.
I'm doing okay, and that's a good thing. Life is working out for me right now.
I'm tired of fucking myself. No I'm not. Masturbation is the best release for tension. Did you know there's a condition called Persistent Genital Arousal Syndrome where people masturbate all the time and there's no release? Oh man that would suck. And I don't think I could handle having soggy panties all the time.
When I was really crazy, the only musician who made any sense was Nina Hagen, who I almost met once when my online friend's mother was hanging out with her in Vancouver. My friend Maureen Bradley met her and interviewed her, lucky duck.
I've been dreaming a lot lately that I'm back at Emily Carr in the film department, which no longer exists, now it's the Integrated Media Department. I miss the film department. I have good memories of spending my hours in the editing suites. Editing was my favorite part of being in film school, and I had hoped to make a career out of it, but so far that hasn't happened. It's okay though, what I really want to be is a full time director, and this year I really get to be one.
Being crazy at Emily Carr was barely noticiable, except for the day I came in drugged up on sleeping pills and my ex, Velveeta, said I looked all loggy. Velveeta's hilarious. I promised I would buy her some fake balls for her bicycle, and I did but I haven't gotten it together to put them in the mail. At first she thought I meant real balls, and I was going to send her a jar of pickled testicles. I don't know where she got that idea from.
She was the one who would sign up for twice the allotted time by going in as Maya Deren, sneaky fucker!
I'm looking forward to travelling this year, it's very exciting.
Sometimes I really think enlightenment happens during psychosis. There's about a week when suddenly synchronicities start happening, and you notice a pattern to chaos. But then when you try to voice the pattern, all hell breaks loose because I think Chaos doesn't like people to notice it has a pattern. And then sometimes I think there is real power going on during insanity. One time when I was in the ward a woman who was very psychotic told me I pissed off a tree. This would sound like nonesense unless you knew I nailed something to a tree while I was crazy. And I hadn't told anybody that. So maybe she wasn't so crazy. But then she started saying "There's cracks in God!" Which could be true.
I'm doing okay, and that's a good thing. Life is working out for me right now.
Live to be Happy
I'm really coming out of my depression now, and it's nice. I've got one week left of work then I get to be a full time artist for the rest of 2008! I'm so stoked. I'm going to be getting a new Camera, and that's exciting too. Right now I'm planning on getting the 24p HDV from Sony, with XLR inputs and everything! My first real camera. I hope to make tons of videos with it.
On the lady front not much is happening. I did make a tremendous discovery that lesbians tend to hang out at Lydia's on Wednesdays and sometimes Tuesdays, and I was cruising a cute blonde there last week. I think I'm finally ready to be in a relationship, so I'm enjoying cruising the cuties. I really want something serious to happen finally.
In a month I'm turning 30. This is a huge step for me, because when I was a teenager I was sure I would commit suicide before turning 30. My 20's were okay, but learning to live with a disability like manic depression kicked the shit out of some of my fun.
I'm seriously considering Burning Man this year, but I'm not sure I'll have the cash to go. I really really want to though, because I've never been.
I'm getting some new piercings soon. I'm going to pierce my lip and get my hood repierced. I'm excited about that. I always liked my hood piercing, it was a very pleasureable part of my life, except for when it would twist itself in my pants and leave me screaming to the bathroom.
I've realized I have to renew my committment to blogging. I haven't been a very good blogger this year, mostly because I was in recovery for much of 2007. God, except for one sexy thing that happened, 2007 was a bad year for me. Manic episodes pretty much write off a year of your life. Bleh!
My cousin had a manic episode this past month and ended up in the hospital. She's doing loads better though, and I'm proud of her for accepting her diagnosis and working on it. It's hard to accept being bipolar because it automatically means your life is kinda up in the air all the time.
As for me, the meds are working even better than before my episode. My psychiatrist is great, my psych nurse is great, and I feel like my old self again. I feel like I can have ambition again, and that is sexy.
I've always been very ambitious, even as a child. Now I have a fully written screenplay under my belt and am working on a half hour documentary. I've been talking to people about my new project and it's given me some great ideas. I'm thinking of applying to the NFB for funds to travel to Asia and see where the Crees come from. Grampa thinks we did migrate over the Bering Strait because there is a myth about a man following two women over the ice. So I'm going to get him to tell me that story on camera.
I still miss my last girlfriend, she was pretty special. I don't know what else to say. A manic episode stepped into the way of what was a very sexy special relationship. When I went manic I bought her an engagement ring, we took it back (they were very nice) and got all my money back, then because I was still manic I took that money and bought a keyboard, which is currently laying beside me unplayed, I am selling it off. I should have bought a guitar. Actually I should have paid my rent, but tell that to a manic person.
It was a nice ring too, it had three diamonds and was white gold. It was awesome. I wish I had a diamond ring, but I'd only want one if I was married. And I want to be married. I'm a marrying kind of girl. I can't even imagine being with someone if there wasn't marriage in the cards. Apparently bipolar people tend to marry other bipolar people, but that sounds like double the trouble!
On the lady front not much is happening. I did make a tremendous discovery that lesbians tend to hang out at Lydia's on Wednesdays and sometimes Tuesdays, and I was cruising a cute blonde there last week. I think I'm finally ready to be in a relationship, so I'm enjoying cruising the cuties. I really want something serious to happen finally.
In a month I'm turning 30. This is a huge step for me, because when I was a teenager I was sure I would commit suicide before turning 30. My 20's were okay, but learning to live with a disability like manic depression kicked the shit out of some of my fun.
I'm seriously considering Burning Man this year, but I'm not sure I'll have the cash to go. I really really want to though, because I've never been.
I'm getting some new piercings soon. I'm going to pierce my lip and get my hood repierced. I'm excited about that. I always liked my hood piercing, it was a very pleasureable part of my life, except for when it would twist itself in my pants and leave me screaming to the bathroom.
I've realized I have to renew my committment to blogging. I haven't been a very good blogger this year, mostly because I was in recovery for much of 2007. God, except for one sexy thing that happened, 2007 was a bad year for me. Manic episodes pretty much write off a year of your life. Bleh!
My cousin had a manic episode this past month and ended up in the hospital. She's doing loads better though, and I'm proud of her for accepting her diagnosis and working on it. It's hard to accept being bipolar because it automatically means your life is kinda up in the air all the time.
As for me, the meds are working even better than before my episode. My psychiatrist is great, my psych nurse is great, and I feel like my old self again. I feel like I can have ambition again, and that is sexy.
I've always been very ambitious, even as a child. Now I have a fully written screenplay under my belt and am working on a half hour documentary. I've been talking to people about my new project and it's given me some great ideas. I'm thinking of applying to the NFB for funds to travel to Asia and see where the Crees come from. Grampa thinks we did migrate over the Bering Strait because there is a myth about a man following two women over the ice. So I'm going to get him to tell me that story on camera.
I still miss my last girlfriend, she was pretty special. I don't know what else to say. A manic episode stepped into the way of what was a very sexy special relationship. When I went manic I bought her an engagement ring, we took it back (they were very nice) and got all my money back, then because I was still manic I took that money and bought a keyboard, which is currently laying beside me unplayed, I am selling it off. I should have bought a guitar. Actually I should have paid my rent, but tell that to a manic person.
It was a nice ring too, it had three diamonds and was white gold. It was awesome. I wish I had a diamond ring, but I'd only want one if I was married. And I want to be married. I'm a marrying kind of girl. I can't even imagine being with someone if there wasn't marriage in the cards. Apparently bipolar people tend to marry other bipolar people, but that sounds like double the trouble!
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Me and My Weiner Dog
When I first decided to get a dog, it was because rats died too soon. They only have a three year lifespan, and I was pretty tired of having a broken heart because another rat died. So after much consideration, I decided I was getting a weiner dog. They were funny looking, small, and semi butchy, so I thought it was a good fit. I don't know why I think weiner dogs are butch. They're not frou frou generally anyway.
Then I started doing research on psychiatric service dogs. They were amazing! I wanted one.
So I got Mister from a breeder up in Prince Albert. She bred shorthairs mostly, but because of a recessive gene Mister cropped up, all long haired and gooney looking. No, I mean, he is handsome, but on his bad hair days he does resemble a mop.
We had trouble with him right from the start. At a maximum number of people in the house he goes and hides under the couch. He's always been shy, like me. He's kind of standoffish until you get to know him. And he's only REALLY obediant if you have some kind of treat in your hand.
But he is very cute.
I haven't lived in the same house with him since I moved out of Mom's the Third Time.
I don't think he'll ever be a psychiatric service dog, but an emotional support animal, possibly. He's pretty entertaining. I've never met such a comical dog. He's also very loyal, which is nice. He's nearly always at my side when we're together. Or behind my back, like right now.
Mister Mop. He gets shaved in the summer and that's when he looks really smart.
I'll never regret getting him. But I'll be glad if we can get into co-op housing so I can live with my animals again. I've missed having animal energy around my living space.
Then I started doing research on psychiatric service dogs. They were amazing! I wanted one.
So I got Mister from a breeder up in Prince Albert. She bred shorthairs mostly, but because of a recessive gene Mister cropped up, all long haired and gooney looking. No, I mean, he is handsome, but on his bad hair days he does resemble a mop.
We had trouble with him right from the start. At a maximum number of people in the house he goes and hides under the couch. He's always been shy, like me. He's kind of standoffish until you get to know him. And he's only REALLY obediant if you have some kind of treat in your hand.
But he is very cute.
I haven't lived in the same house with him since I moved out of Mom's the Third Time.
I don't think he'll ever be a psychiatric service dog, but an emotional support animal, possibly. He's pretty entertaining. I've never met such a comical dog. He's also very loyal, which is nice. He's nearly always at my side when we're together. Or behind my back, like right now.
Mister Mop. He gets shaved in the summer and that's when he looks really smart.
I'll never regret getting him. But I'll be glad if we can get into co-op housing so I can live with my animals again. I've missed having animal energy around my living space.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Scotland
I don't know if I already mentioned this, but I'll be going to Scotland as part of my grant. I've had a look in a few guidebooks and tonight I purchased Lonely Planet's Scotland. So I am planning what to do for the two weeks I'll be there. At some point I have to get to Wick, a small town of 7000 far up North. We have relatives way up there, I don't know what else there is up there besides the ruins of a castle. I've never seen a castle before.
My mom is coming with me, if she can scrounge up enough money to come. I think it would be fun to visit Scotland with her. And for a first time trip abroad it would be good for her because they speak English. With a heavy accent, but she's watched BBC.
I'm excited about visiting the homes of my ancestors and I'm more than a little curious if I'll feel a sense of homecoming.
Tonight I went to my interview for Co-Op Housing, I think it went really well. I pay $800 up front which gets refunded when I move out, I can have a dog and a cat, as long as the dog is little and Mister definitely fits the bill. I have to volunteer three hours a month and attend the general meetings and the spring/fall clean up day and BBQ. The suites look nice too. So hopefully soon I will find out how I did and if I get in sooner or later.
My mom is coming with me, if she can scrounge up enough money to come. I think it would be fun to visit Scotland with her. And for a first time trip abroad it would be good for her because they speak English. With a heavy accent, but she's watched BBC.
I'm excited about visiting the homes of my ancestors and I'm more than a little curious if I'll feel a sense of homecoming.
Tonight I went to my interview for Co-Op Housing, I think it went really well. I pay $800 up front which gets refunded when I move out, I can have a dog and a cat, as long as the dog is little and Mister definitely fits the bill. I have to volunteer three hours a month and attend the general meetings and the spring/fall clean up day and BBQ. The suites look nice too. So hopefully soon I will find out how I did and if I get in sooner or later.
Pimp My iPod
One of the funny things about iPods is sometimes you get weird little synchronicities with the shuffle function. The other day I was listening to Peaches "Stick it to the Pimp", when what should the next song be?
You guessed it, "It's Hard out Here for a Pimp."
I really need to make a decision about blogging. If I'm going to keep blogging I should at least put in the effort. I've been blogging for over a decade now, and it's been part of my life since roughly about the same time I got the internet.
My first blogs were all personal diary entry type things, mostly about girls. Girls I liked. And how rotten they were. Ha ha, just kidding.
My last girlfriend ended up getting over a hundred senseless emails from me. I feel so bad about that! Oh man, I hate Crazy Time, it's very destructive. I even forgot my password to Fit of Pique, which is why I don't write there anymore. I forget half the crazy shit I did. Which is embarrassing.
Illness is often embarrassing, but manic psychosis makes for much more than one major faux pas.
I hate psychosis, everything is way too fast. Especially the Mistakes.
I'm much more laid back than that.
I am making a shopping list of things I most need, like a filing cabinet.
I used to have the best filing cabinet. It was legal sized and had two drawers. Mom absconded with it during one of my moves across the country as payment for something. She also kept my t.v. stand, which is also glorious in it's own swinging glass door way.
I also need a new leather jacket. I went to Boutiques of Leather to look at them and some of them were atrocious. Way too many zippers! I have developed an awareness of the aesthetic limits of zippers.
My last leather coat was amazing and I want another just like it. Because I'm set in my ways like that. Anyway, next I will be going to the Leather Ranch. I don't know why I'm writing about shopping.
How embarrassing.
The iPod was a worthy purchase. So far I've got ten gigs of songs on it, and there's still like, 70 gigs left.
Gigs. And bits and bytes.
I was thinking about putting some video on it.
I wish my life was a little more exciting. Tonight I have my Rainbow Co-op Housing interview, so I hope that goes well.
You guessed it, "It's Hard out Here for a Pimp."
I really need to make a decision about blogging. If I'm going to keep blogging I should at least put in the effort. I've been blogging for over a decade now, and it's been part of my life since roughly about the same time I got the internet.
My first blogs were all personal diary entry type things, mostly about girls. Girls I liked. And how rotten they were. Ha ha, just kidding.
My last girlfriend ended up getting over a hundred senseless emails from me. I feel so bad about that! Oh man, I hate Crazy Time, it's very destructive. I even forgot my password to Fit of Pique, which is why I don't write there anymore. I forget half the crazy shit I did. Which is embarrassing.
Illness is often embarrassing, but manic psychosis makes for much more than one major faux pas.
I hate psychosis, everything is way too fast. Especially the Mistakes.
I'm much more laid back than that.
I am making a shopping list of things I most need, like a filing cabinet.
I used to have the best filing cabinet. It was legal sized and had two drawers. Mom absconded with it during one of my moves across the country as payment for something. She also kept my t.v. stand, which is also glorious in it's own swinging glass door way.
I also need a new leather jacket. I went to Boutiques of Leather to look at them and some of them were atrocious. Way too many zippers! I have developed an awareness of the aesthetic limits of zippers.
My last leather coat was amazing and I want another just like it. Because I'm set in my ways like that. Anyway, next I will be going to the Leather Ranch. I don't know why I'm writing about shopping.
How embarrassing.
The iPod was a worthy purchase. So far I've got ten gigs of songs on it, and there's still like, 70 gigs left.
Gigs. And bits and bytes.
I was thinking about putting some video on it.
I wish my life was a little more exciting. Tonight I have my Rainbow Co-op Housing interview, so I hope that goes well.
It's Imam, not Iman!
I've given my two weeks notice at work. I'm also going to be working part time. I'm excited about that, so it won't be SO intense. Last night I was over at my mum's and she misspoke the word Imam as Iman, it was pretty funny. We were watching a preview for the next Little Mosque on the Prairies.
Iman is kind of intimidating. She looks like she could give you a spanking and like it. She was on Project Runway Canada and her catch phrase was "You just don't measure up."
But Iman is not an Imam.
I'm starting to get my sense of humour about being crazy back. I've been sharing psychosis stories with friends of mine. I've heard all kinds of funny things and told them all kinds of wacky ideas I had.
The funniest was when I was convinced I worked in the secret service and that if I ordered Kentucky Fried Chicken it would be a hit on David Suzuki because dear lord, he does look so much like Colonel Sanders.
So I've been trying to figure out what I will do when this grant shows up at my doorstep. I think I'm getting a membership to the Y. And I'm going to take Yoga classes. I need to do something. Something healthy. My psych nurse says it's a good idea for me to do exercise, especially with bipolar. I keep hearing that but I've never really done anything about it.
I really should try and do more things according to the bipolar rules of living. I barely drink anymore, and I do get to bed roughly around the same time every night. I'm getting better.
Tonight I have an interview for Rainbow Co-op Housing. They have one bedroom units for people with disabilities, so my mom talked me into applying a while back. Anyway, they did a bunch of stuff and now I'm having an interview because a unit is becoming available. My name is second down, so it all depends on how I do I guess. I can't imagine it will be that bad.
If I get in I finally get to live with Mister and Schrodinger, which is the whole reason why I applied in the first place. I miss living with my little cat and dog.
Last spring someone was throwing birdhouses around the neighborhood. I don't know why. But I found two and brought them in and then wove a huge conspiracy around them because I am crazy.
But anyway, I think we should put one up in the country. I sanded it down and revarnished it and everything, because I was crazy!
Maybe I wasn't the only crazy person in the neighborhood.
It's amazing the small details you can notice about life when you are crazy. And the other thing I find facinating about mania is how often it involves God and the Divine. I mean, why does it tend to always go there? Bizarre. I never cared about going to church until my first episode. Then suddenly it made a weird kind of sense.
Now I'm Anglican only in the slightest passing way, I go to church on Christmas and Easter and that's about it.
I'm open to other religions, but none besides Buddhism has had any kind of attraction for me. The only rough thing about Buddhism is that I think eventually you end up giving up meat, and I'm not sure I'm up for that. I love tacos too much.
Iman is kind of intimidating. She looks like she could give you a spanking and like it. She was on Project Runway Canada and her catch phrase was "You just don't measure up."
But Iman is not an Imam.
I'm starting to get my sense of humour about being crazy back. I've been sharing psychosis stories with friends of mine. I've heard all kinds of funny things and told them all kinds of wacky ideas I had.
The funniest was when I was convinced I worked in the secret service and that if I ordered Kentucky Fried Chicken it would be a hit on David Suzuki because dear lord, he does look so much like Colonel Sanders.
So I've been trying to figure out what I will do when this grant shows up at my doorstep. I think I'm getting a membership to the Y. And I'm going to take Yoga classes. I need to do something. Something healthy. My psych nurse says it's a good idea for me to do exercise, especially with bipolar. I keep hearing that but I've never really done anything about it.
I really should try and do more things according to the bipolar rules of living. I barely drink anymore, and I do get to bed roughly around the same time every night. I'm getting better.
Tonight I have an interview for Rainbow Co-op Housing. They have one bedroom units for people with disabilities, so my mom talked me into applying a while back. Anyway, they did a bunch of stuff and now I'm having an interview because a unit is becoming available. My name is second down, so it all depends on how I do I guess. I can't imagine it will be that bad.
If I get in I finally get to live with Mister and Schrodinger, which is the whole reason why I applied in the first place. I miss living with my little cat and dog.
Last spring someone was throwing birdhouses around the neighborhood. I don't know why. But I found two and brought them in and then wove a huge conspiracy around them because I am crazy.
But anyway, I think we should put one up in the country. I sanded it down and revarnished it and everything, because I was crazy!
Maybe I wasn't the only crazy person in the neighborhood.
It's amazing the small details you can notice about life when you are crazy. And the other thing I find facinating about mania is how often it involves God and the Divine. I mean, why does it tend to always go there? Bizarre. I never cared about going to church until my first episode. Then suddenly it made a weird kind of sense.
Now I'm Anglican only in the slightest passing way, I go to church on Christmas and Easter and that's about it.
I'm open to other religions, but none besides Buddhism has had any kind of attraction for me. The only rough thing about Buddhism is that I think eventually you end up giving up meat, and I'm not sure I'm up for that. I love tacos too much.
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