You don't want my hugs or to tell me things. Why do you hate me?

I used to complain about how people naturally flocked to me with their secrets and problems. Mostly because it seemed for quite some time that the majority of my time was spent counseling others. I was constantly struggling to find time that belonged solely to me. As of lately, I've decided I miss it. I am much better at motivating others than myself and have a whole lot of hugs to give. Maybe I just need some solid tea time with some people I love.
Right now, I really miss the Bowg. I miss her and I miss living in the Merlot room at Echo Base. It seems that I fit in there better than anywhere else thus far and I'd really like to mould my home into a similar environment.This reminds me, I should call Lissa. (ramble ramble).

I had my orientation for school today.
Good news:
They've changed the program and I now get a practicum for my final term. Thank god.
Bad news:
I am broke.
I have to quit Rootdown to find something that will work with my school sched.
My facilitator informed us "Don't fool yourselves into believing that this is an easy program due to it's short length. The computer labs are only open until 10pm and you will probably not make it through this program if you don't own a macbook pro or an imac." I can barely afford to breathe right now. How the eff am I going to purchase either of those things?

I celebrated my stress attack by making a smoothie and eating some chippies.

Oh also:

I would like to point out that I'm sad I missed Weevers' layover but I'm also stoked to have a couch (finally)!

Randomings:

-On Saturday, I saw a picture that made me panic so hard, I almost vomited up tears. Apparently, that's possible because it almost happened to me. Then I got drunk, hit on my friends, and tried to give away Gare's drunk food.

-I want Jord to move here. Finally the triad was once again complete. It was the first time in months that Vancouver felt like home.

-Hey D, I can't stop thinking about you and welling up with regret. I'm trying out Rambo's "no fear. no regrets." theory. I wish I could tell you about my in depth analysis I've come up with in which I compare Rambo to Born in the USA. You'd be about the only person to get stoked on it. Anyways, I miss you man.

-I'm obsessed with a fabulous vegan eatery. I'm going back every day until they just hire me.

-I'm really upset with someone right now for acting like an irresponsible asshole and being on the verge of hurting someone I care about. I don't want to bring it up because it's none of my business but it's fucking shitty.

-Birthday planning is awwwwwwsome.

-Speaking of birthdays, mine. Speaking of my birthday, I'm dressing up. It's going to be awesome and nerdy and awesome. Also, someone please buy me Starcraft 2 for my bday!

-Today I decided that I absolutely hate the old timey hipster fashion right now. You guys look like The Village! I hated that movie and I hate the way you look! Stop dressing like the Amish. Gross.

-Yesterday, I watched movies, ate terribly unhealthy, and got laid. All day. It was awesome.

That's all.

Last night...

You came back to me. Just like I knew I always would, I gave in to you. We had all of the things together; finally. It felt better than I ever expected it would and today, I can't let you go.

To the gentleman upstairs who likes to rave all night and play shitty online games (yes, I can hear what you're playing asshole):

You have terrible taste in music. House music is for wankers. You clearly have no idea how to balance sound as the bass is rattling the house and there's no trace of anything else happening. Maybe you would argue that the bass is on the floor so we're getting more of that than anything else down here. To that, I say, dude! I can hear every conversation you have with other zombie killers, online!
Sidenote: I seem to be the only human who believes that Left 4 Dead sucks. Maybe it's more that it bores me than anything else. I don't mind the actual gameplay and it looks sweet.
Back to my point, sir, turn down the bass. Maybe you can also try listening to something other than house. Remember that day you woke me up by blaring Rush? That was awesome and I awoke to a new crush. Now, I'm beginning to believe that one of your elusive roommates was responsible for the Rush. Maybe it was your cute maid that the girl downstairs hates. I don't hate your maid. She's adorable and I feel many sorrows for her having to clean up the (probably) 7-11 wrapper coated disaster you call a home.
Anyway, I hate to keep you from your zombie rave killings. Oh man, that actually sounds rad...

Most passive aggressively yours,

Jaime

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