Anyone who cheers for Avalanche, Flames, or Wild…
Get out.
It was brilliant. I loved it.
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Hells yeah!
TO DOs:
Get over this stupid after-flu dry coughing so I can start speaking again.Get paid Tuesday.Seattle shopping on Tuesday. BOOYA.Blood-drawing party at Becca’s house Wednesday.Drunken Wii party after all the sober blood-drawing.postponed for Easter weekendSee Bryan… perhaps.- Oh my gosh I NEED A NEW LAYOUT.
See Hsieh… perhaps.See hot men from Thunder from Down Under Saturday night… for sure- Sleep sleep SLEEP!
Watch the Canucks free fall down the standings… :(Fix up resume for Job Fair in April
Bank of Montreal had a big party Saturday with tons of free food and work sent me over to give away some products from the bakery. So there I was, standing with two huge bags of buns and happily bouncing and pretending to rock out to the background music, when this totally familiar looking guy chatted me up.
Hey that’s not weird at all, really. I work in a bakery and I just randomly recognize customers on the street sometimes. Seriously. Not weird at all.
I stood there talking to him for a good 5 minutes or so, about the bread, about the party, about the weather, blah blah blah. Then he was like, “Do you want an autograph?“, and I thought to myself, “What are you like, famous?” I peeked over at the picture that he was signing for me and on the top in big bold letters it said, “10 times Canadian Champion - VICTOR KRAATZ”
O_O
ALMOST. PEED MY PANTS.
I turned away mumbling, “OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG“, then I walked back to him, calmly, took the autograph from him, thanked him, flashed him a smile.
THEN I LOST IT.
I started yelling, “OMG I LOVE YOU! OMG I CANNOT BELIEVE I DIDN’T RECOGNIZE YOU. OMG AND I KNEW YOU LOOKED FAMILIAR. OMG CAN I SHAKE YOUR HAND? OMG I TOTALLY LOVE YOU!”
The whole time the camera guy was giggling and snapping pictures of me.
Charming, no?
Heh heh, and he was so cute in person and he kept (probably I was the only person that’s ever so excited to see him) coming over every 5 minutes to smile at me and say something funny.
That was amazing. I cannot believe it. I went back to the bakery after I ran out of bread and NOBODY knows who Victor Kraatz was…
The River Dance? The Michael Jackson Melody? HYDROBLADING? Him and Shae-Lynn were Canada’s pride and joy for years and nobody remembers how heartbreaking it was when they just missed the podium in Salt Lake City 2002? No? NO?
WHAT THE HELL. You guys suck.
I personally was thrilled. :)
Again, sorry for the long absence. I apologize because I know none of you can function without me in your life.
Ha! Yes.
I just need to find motivation to start blogging again. And if I cannot do that in the next month and a half or so… I may consider not renewing the domain in April. *sighs* I feel like the only reason I don’t want to part with it is because it’s been such a big part of my life for such a long time, and that if one day when it rains miracle and I have time to invest in some creativity, I won’t have a blog to make layouts for.
I loved it for so many years.
I lived at OM.net for so many years.
I rambled continuously on it for so many years.
I invested way too much time to just throw it all away?
We’ll see. I simply don’t even feel interesting enough to write anymore…
I have some blurb I can write about my new fantastic adventure at BCIT, and some bitching about my mom’s counter-intuitive logic, but I think I’ll save them for another day. So I have some material.
MUST. START. BLOGGING. AGAIN.
BAHHH!
Our reservation for “Dine Out Vancouver” needed to be changed because Bryan picked the night I have tickets to the Canucks game. He kept forgetting for the past week so finally I told him just to cancel. If he’s going to be so unenthusiastic about it, I’d rather go with someone ELSE who doesn’t make me feel like they’re being FORCED.
Somehow the conversation turned into him accusing me of manipulating and that I only wanted to go with him because it’s “easier to get a free meal out of [him] than someone else”, and that he doesn’t understand how my relationships with all my friends work because it seems I’m always “ripping them off” and expect them to “do all these things” for me… Something about I treat him like he’s disposable and he refuses to be a pushover like his parents.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Seriously, who SAYS THAT?
I do everything in my power to ensure that I pay for half the meals or movie tickets or whatever. For the past 7 months, bills are probably 50-50 split down the middle except for special events like Bard on the Beach or the past month because I came back from Vegas and Boxing day broke ass. THERE ARE GIRLS OUT THERE WHO IS NOT LIKE ME. I AM AS GOOD AS YOUR GOING TO GET IN THIS MATTER UNLESS YOU WANT A SUGAR MAMA.
And I’m a good friend, OK? I AM! I take some of them for granted (Hsieh, for example), but in general I would like to think that I’m pretty fun to hang out with and that I can be depended on for shit. I AM A DAMN GOOD FRIEND. Plus you don’t know jack about my friendships so MAYBE YOU SHOULD STAY OUT OF IT.
Apparently he doesn’t know WHO I AM either… if he’s saying or even thinking about all those things about me.
Then I’m sobbing on the phone going WTF WTF WTF and he was there being a stupid mute.
Then I told him I couldn’t talk to him when he’s feeling “so manipulated” and hung up.
Then he called 4 hours after, “I just want to call and say sorry before I go to bed…”
AND I STILL DON’T THINK HE GETS IT.
Las Vegas tomorrow!
This has been my BIG light at the end of the tunnel during the exam period (get it? the city of lights? lol) and I’m totally psyched about the fact that, IT’S TOMORROW!
Oh the annual girls night out has definitely upgraded. Oh yeah baby.
See you when I get back!
Bryan came over and helped me put up my Christmas stuff the other night. :) I lit my Christmas scented candles and played Christmas carols all night it drove my brother crazy because he was trying to study. LOL. I was even wearing red and green and I had candy cane earrings to get into the mood! I love Christmas.
I convinced my dad to move one of his potted “trees” indoor so I can decorate it again. So that’s a REAL LIVE TREE you’re looking at - be impressed.
A funny thing about the garage door decorations (3rd picture). My dad intended for it to be “Santa’s sled flying over the snow-covered ground”, but I thought it was going over the ocean instead (because of the blue lights), and my brother thought it looks like it’s traveling through the sky with lots of “blue fluffy clouds”…
BLUE FLUFFY CLOUDS?
