Wastin Time Wastin Tiiiiiiimmmmme (to the tune of Purple Rain).

Moving day is fast approaching and I couldn't be less interested in packing up my shit.
Krystal is coming home to hang and we'll probably end up on the couch, drinking instead of being productive. I'm pretty much fine with this and can't wait to spend all day together on Thursday. My plan is to drink a flat of Canadian then do it again on Sunday with Pabst for July 4th.

I've decided to write a critical analysis of the final scene of The Sopranos. I'm sick of trying to explain it to people and arguing with their stupid ambiguous ideas about Tony being alive and paranoid or about how the diner is purgatory.

I'm reading the best book ever entitled "Ship of Magic". It's all about liveships made out of wizardwood. The usage of wizardwood allows the liveships to become sentient. It's amazing. There's a good ship and an evil sociopath ship and all these awesome things happen!
I've also decided that Jen and Andrea have the best taste in books of all time. I will force them to recommend more gold for me to feast my eyes upon.


I'm not sure how I feel about True Blood yet this season. There are some plot lines I'm interested in. . OK, only one. I'm into the werewolves but I don't care about anything else going on. I sincerely wish Jason had shot Tara instead of her hot ass boyfriend, Eggs. I didn't know why they called him "Eggs" until the episode on Sunday. His name was Benedicto! Get it?! Like, Eggs Benedict! Awesome.

I'm hoping things with school work out because if not, it looks like moving back to Calgary to make more money and save for better schooling (at SAIT) is just around the corner. I don't want to move back to Calgary. I have a list a mile long with cons vs the pros. Okay, no, I don't. I just don't want to go back.
I emailed WestJet so we'll see what happens there. At this point I'm convinced there's no way I'm going back. This is why it's even more important that I come up with the extra $4300 to go to school in October.

Ramble Ramble Ramble .

Trippin balls mannnnnnnn.

After speaking with someone from BC student funding yesterday and having them confirm that I am receiving the full amount for student loan available to me, I panicked. I decided it was a good idea to email everyone at WJ to find out who to contact about reapplying. I quickly received some answers and immediately emailed the woman in charge of recruiting for inflight. We'll see what she has to say. I'm  hoping that I'm able to reapply but who knows. To be honest, I left on bad terms and wouldn't be surprised if they marked me down as "do not rehire". At least this way, I'll know whether or not I'm rehire-able. Keep your fingers crossed. I'm betting on me not being rehire-able. We'll see what happens..

House of Carters. A tale of three non Carters.

Ha! Tricked you. I'm total bullshit at writing so this is more of an excited rant than a tale.

After speaking with Vince today, I am unbelievably stoked to move into the House of Carters. I also enjoy that we've already discovered a name for our place. I refuse to live in a house with no name again.
I still feel apprehensive about leaving K but let's be realistic here, I'm going to be sleeping in her bed for sleepovers all the time anyway.
I'm hoping to be able to drive out to Calgary for July long weekend and get drunk with my favorites but it's doubtful that it's going to happen. I really hope it does though because I want to see Kost and Demasser before they move to Korea. womp womp.
Also, I'm planning on making heaptons of white sangria this summer considering my body's ongoing feud with red wine. I have my reservations about how it will taste because sangria is my summertime drink and I doubt it will compare to the red variety. Though I will test it out a lot and hope for the best!
I'm currently obsessed with making iced tea. It's so damn good. Also when you make green iced tea with frozen cranberries, it tastes like angels (ground into powder and stuffed into a teabag).
I wish that I could find some places in Vancouver that had awesome chicken wings. I really miss wing nights and combining those with copious amounts of beer. That being said, chicken wings only taste good in theory. I crave them, have one and freak out about the fact that I'm eating a chicken arm. Poor little guys.
I'm going to miss having Stanley Park at the end of my block because my new favorite thing is riding my bike to third beach, playing in the sand and staring out at paradise, and then riding home.
whaw whaw whaw..

I guess my House of Carters rant just turned into a random rant.
I will now list (in point form) things I'm am stoked about in regards to the move:

-having a bbq and eating shish kabobs all summer/ bbqing K steak because she loves it.
-having golf parties to go with our putting green in the back yard.
-exploring my new hood on my new red bike.
-living down the street from Andrea and Jen and force feeding them dinners.
-living in the same hood as Tina Louise.
-stumbling home from wisehall.
-getting vegan treats from Uprising!
-making emotional love to Tyler everyday.
-making movies with Vince and Tyler and trying to sell them to the dudes who live upstairs and work "in the film industry".

Yay.

Speaking of missing K.. where the hell is that little turnip? I'm logging off to call her at work. 

Student funding what exactly?

Student funding. In British Columbia, it sucks. I'm not sure why this surprises me. I found out today that my student funding assessment including living expenses comes to $12, 616.00 for the year. My living expenses are $6300. This seems a little low to me. Maybe because it's impossible to find places for less than $600/mo here in Vancouver. I get assessed for the above amount and then scroll down to find out that they'll only cover $8300. This means I am left to figure out how to pay for the other almost $5000. I'm not really sure what I should do. I vaguely feel like running away. This shitty part is I feel like there's no where left to go. I really thought schooling was going to be my best bet. If I do manage to come up with the other money, it only leaves me with $30/mo after paying rent. That would cover my phone. I mean I know I'll obviously have to find a job different from the one I'm working now (unless he turns it into a pizza joint). I just suddenly feel really worried and back at square one. I know I beat this point into the ground but, I am a fucking moron for having left WJ.
I'm not so stoked about school anymore.

In other news...

Tyler, Vince, and I found a house! It's beautiful, old, and in an amazing neighborhood close to some humans I love! Yay?
Stay tuned for pictures (and me whining about not living with my girl).

Am I too crazy to be told the truth? Hate self.

I'm wondering how I suddenly ended up in this perpetual state of crazy. I'm aware of when it began, though, I'm not sure at what point I decided to let it take over. Basically, I have a tendency to allow myself to feel "oh woe is me" about decisions I made quite some time ago. One of my favorite humans once told me "Jaime, you only seem to want what you can't have". I argued at the time that she was incorrect and also, crazy. It seems as though she wasn't wrong and is definitely not crazy. I want what I can't have every second of every day and it's fucking killing me. I think about these things more than anything else.
Oh woe is me.

Also look here for other things I think about:

http://captainjhax.tumblr.com/

Change is good right?

It only dawned on me a week ago that I am moving out and K is escaping back to Brooklyn, forever. Suddenly, I feel overwhelmed by loneliness and an impending sense of emotional doom. Not that I tend to keep all my happiness in one basket but, I'm not sure I realized (until moving here), that, bitch owns the basket.

I am nervous, sad, and vaguely skeptical that moving to yvr was a smart decision.

"I've decided what to do with my life. I wanna be a cleaner."