Gross.

I just realized that I have a "type". I've always gone around sayings things like "I'll take anything", which I guess is fairly accurate. However, after stalking this human I want to bone, on Facebook, I realized, they look the same as everyone else I've been into. Maybe they look the same way everyone else I've been attracted to has, since 2004, after the thing that happened then. Right....
Anyways, I am attracted to people who look like other people I'm attracted to and that's weirding me out mannnnn.

Come over this way...

(to where I do most of the things)...

http://captainjhax.tumblr.com/

And then when all other lights went out, the light of Earendil or the 19 bus ride (in muggle terms) used the force to tell me what to do with my life.

dukkadukkadukkadukka(drumrollpleeease)

I will obtain my BA in Communications (my major being Information Architecture).
Then, I shall be the director of communications at a queer organization and it will allow me to travel for work.
It's perfect.

Never enough hours.

I'm so fucking stressed out right now.
I don't understand how to balance work and school.
I feel like I'm constantly around other people, who're fighting for my attention.
For the past week, the only thing I've enjoyed thinking about is running away.
I don't want to see or listen to anyone for at least two weeks.
It's times like these, I miss flying and hanging out with people who don't have anything to with my life.
Ugh.

Don't want anything but solo.

Most days, listening to Bon Iver makes me feel better.
Not today.

You shall not speak to Gandalf the Grey that way.

The woman who lives downstairs is a bitch.
All she does is scream at her partner (who is AWESOME), yell at the maid working for the dudes upstairs, and talk down to her cat named Boris. I would say that maybe she has valid reasoning for being mean to everyone, though, I've met her. She is awful. She wears this scowly "I'm better than you" face, constantly.
I will eventually tell her that she is in fact, incorrect. Tyler, Vince, and I are rad. Her partner, adorably named Sebastian, is awesome. The maid who works upstairs is cute and totally necessary considering those guys work in the film industry and are never around. This brings me to Boris (the cat, not the spider*)
Boris comes inside our place all the time to hang out and paw at us. I've given him his own name (Gandalf the Grey) for his time with us. He's adorable and so friendly and his meow sounds like "Anne" from Little Britain.
Anyway, she just arrived home to talk down to the poor little beast and he took off in the other direction.
Well played, sir.



*Boris the Spider is a trippy ass song by The Who from the album, A Quick One.
You should listen to it on acid, it'll blow your mind mannnnnn.

Who knows?

Vancouver feels better than it ever has. It’s amazing what being busy and focused can do for one. I guess it’s been years since I’ve had anything to focus on. I now remember how it feels and I love it. With that being said, I’m not super into living in Vancouver. There are things about it that are amazing and would probably trump most other cities, I’d consider living in. I’m not going to get into details because it seems tedious.

My birthday just happened. It was wonderful. I would like to point out that I rarely use the word “wonderful”. I save it for moments that feel like a perfect sense of home – you know, like how you felt on Christmas Eve as a child, sitting around with your family, and waiting for something big. It’s funny because every time I’ve ever complained to my parents about planning or not planning birthday parties, they’ve always told me that as you get older, your birthdays become less significant. Like any child (regardless of age), I hate to admit they were right. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not saying this with my usual angst-like approach. This is the first birthday I wasn’t panicking about plans or who I was or wasn’t going to be spending it with. I’m not sure if it’s because the birthday happened in the midst of the biggest wave of clarity I’ve probably ever had; regardless, it was perfect.
I was spoiled- with love. I really can’t describe how engorged with love my heart feels right now. I have the most supportive and selfless parents in the world and my partner blows my mind on a daily basis (usually with hilarity and hotness but also with support and selflessness).
Family and ginger demons aside, I got to see my best girl two days before my birthday, spend Saturday night with my life twin, and met a rooster whom I’ve named Roger Sterling. He’s just as handsome as the “real” Roger.

I’ve been missing my niece and nephews a lot. Suddenly, watching them grow up from a far and seems less desirable. I had definitely noticed this while visiting Calgary but last week, Carmen called me on Skype. Kaleb was running around in the background and stopped to say hi to “auntie Jaimie”. As this was happening I remembered what it felt like to be a kid and to call my parents best friends “auntie and uncle”, not knowing them. It made me realize that even though I might not want my own kids, being away from my sister’s and best friends kids, sucks. I love those little beasts. I’m sure I’ll get over it. Or maybe I won’t.

I’m excited for this year but I’m also really looking forward to being able to travel again.. This time with a way sweeter travel companion.
I’ve also decided that I will continue school when I’m finished. I’m not sure which direction I’ll head yet, though; I’m leaning toward university. I can’t stop thinking about film studies with a minor in queer studies. I’m really not sure if I’ll change my mind. It’s possible; I’m insanely fickle. However, these are things I’ve been thinking about taking for years. It would be interesting to combine them with this program. Though, I may be interested in getting my BA in technology.
I’m going to start looking into universities tonight. The rad thing is, I’d finish this program, work for a year, then continue on with school.
Who knows?