Monday back from the dead...

Well, let's see...

Today is V-day, though I don't intend to go on some crazed rant about how it's a stupid day created by greting card companies and all the typical rant type stuff. So basically, good for ya if you eat some chocolate and get some roses or whatever, and if not, chocolate will rot your teeth and flowers make a mess when they die anyway.

Among things that I hate lately, my appartment tops the list. (well, lets be honest, it's second behind somebody else.) Why? I'll tell you.
It's small, cluttered, and cramped. I feel kind of trapped in it and I am seriously fantisizing about March 1 when i can tell my landlord to go find somebody else to live in this shitbox. On top of that, it's been random noisy lately. There is this small dog that lives in the ajoining house that only barks at night, and I am starting to think that maybe it's not really a real dog but some sort of recording designed to keep people away or something. As well, this morning I woke up to random banging. It sounded like the door outside that houses the garbage stuff was like banging against the house in the wind or something..... for 5 hours. And everytime that it hits, it makes the glass fish on my mirror hit against the mirror, thus making the hitting noise even more annoying due to the 1- 2 punch effect.

I'm also pretty damn happy to be finished working. It was only for 2 weekends, and the amount of money I made is incredible really. It was still however, one of the worst jobs ever. Cold, repititious etc. but especially cold.

I came to a conclusion as well. I may not know what it is that I want to do with my life, but I do have a growing list of things that I know I don't want to do for the rest of my life. It's my thinking that eventually the list will be long enough that realizing what I do want to do will just be a process of elimination.

Of course rock star is still my #1 career choice, but I think a certain degree of talent and ambition is involved. Of which I have very limited supplies. Especially ambition.

Last night was a random good time. It's 9pm, I am in sweats under a quilt, watching the grammy's. But THEN! 30min later, I was at a bar, drinking beer with the Ottawa 67's hockey team and my friend Kat and her friends from home. At midnight, I come home, drunk off of free beer and quite satisfied that I didn't just go to bed early because I was tired, and had curly hair.

So now, I am slightly hung over, on a Monday morning on a cold and grey Ottawa day.