Ze Move!

Ah moving season has arrived...GREAT! Tomorrow morning, I get to move all of my crap to a new appartment...yaaaaaaaayyyy....I guess. Although we will be living within our means (finally!) I'm getting a tad nostalgic about the place we're at right now for the next few hours. I mean...this is my first appartment. It was my first "other home" that wasn't my boyfriends house, I pay rent, I clean and so on and so forth. I mean this is the place where my boyfriend proposed to me on a beautiful saturday in july. This is the place where I set down my first roots as an adult and to be frank with you, I'm going to miss it! (sob!) But so is life, full of change, which is sometimes good and sometimes...well, I can't be the only one who hasn't loved all change...Anyhow, I thought I should share the fact that as of tomorow, I live somewhere new...Huzzah!

I'm beat...

I Hate Mondays

I know I know, you're thinking:"Wow, does this girl do anything other than complain??" My answer to you...NO!!!!!!! I use this blog so that I don't end up killing my boyfriend through complaining. Let's just call blogging the cheapest form of therapy!

So yes, a belated Happy Jesus Resurected After Dying for YOUR Sins Day! I hope it was full of chocolate and good times for all. For me, this past weekend has consisted of packing (woohoo!), fighting with my family whom I just recently discovered I have nothing in common with (BIG surprise...!) and finally, avoiding yelling at my boyfriend because I'm going nuts (...yeah...). Poor man, I mean he's just so damn sweet. Sometimes I wish he'd just fuck up so I can yell at him for real cause he's such a sweetheart(Insert puking sound here!). I know, I know...how lucky can one girl be...I admit it, I'm spoiled, I mean this man cooks, cleans, runs me a bath when I feel like crap, and the rest...well, I'll spare you the yucky details! Anyways, back to my point...I just wish he could show me a bit of his crappyness sometimes, I guess it would make me feel like we fit more, cause right now, I feel like I'm an über-biatch and he's the sweetheart...Anyways, I'm gonna stop about him now since if I keep going i'm going to try to convince myself that I'm not good enough and bla bla bla. Trust me...you don't want me to start thinking too much, it gets scary!

OOOOOkay, so other than that...I don't think I have much to say, I'm moving next weekend, turning 21 next tuesday...woopeedeedoo and well, I guess I'll spend the rest of that time trying to figure how to be a bit cheerier so that I don't give out to crappy of an image...YEAH RIGHT!!!!!!

That's all I got for now!

Happy Jesus died for YOUR sins day!

Aaaaah, Easter! Is there any non pertinent holiday such as Easter. Don't get me wrong, but no matter how much stuff I see, I just don't get the hype about it. Your saviour died...ok...do we have to party about it?? I would say no; then again, I am an infidel, I don't believe in much other than the fact that you're born, you die and you try to make whatever happens in between as meaningful as possible so that someone remebers you and you aren't just some flash of life that happened once on earth. Sometimes, I like to think that there is such a thing as reincarnation. I mean sheesh! Imagine being able to die ad come back as something else. If I had a choice, I'd love to come back as the house dog or cat in a rich family (somewhere in Westmount would be nice) so that I can sleep all day, be loved always and have someone pick up my poop. Muahahahahahahahaha! Alright well, all kidding aside, I wish all you believers a Happy Christ died for your sins day, and for the rest of you, happy long weekend that welcomes spring oh-so-nicely! Have a good weekend!

Tuesday

Tuesdays are special, especially when it's a short work week, they feel like a wednesday, and quite frankly, there is nothing odder than humpday.

Today at work, I got a taste of what men sound like when they're in pain. Boy oh boy did I laugh my ass off. My coworker hurt his knee and spent all day moaning and groaning like a 5 year old with a skinned knee. That in itself if prety okay, I mean I moan and groan once in a while too, but where I find it ridiculous is that when I told him to take the afternoon off, all he could muster up to say is: "I can't go home, I have to walk through the pain" Now, don't get me wrong, when I'm not well, in no way am I worried about taking a day off. But all of a sudden, i was conflicted with this incredible amount of male pride. I just don't get it, why moan and groan and make peoples lives nuts when you can just go home, be one with the couch and rest so you don't make it worse? And men say women are complicated? We break it down this simply: when we get PMS, we take Midol and go to work, when we have cramps, we take an other Midol, bitch a bit and go to work...and don't forget the mother of all pais, we give birth and have to live with some guy breathing down your neck going "It's okay honey, push through the pain, it's not that bad, you're so beautiful". Now, I haven't given birth, but if my husband says that I'm beautiful while I'm taking the biggest dump in my life, he will quickly find that my pain will walk straight from my foot into his ass and lodge itself there!

On a happier note...it's still spring!

Well that was my rant of the day, stay tuned for next time when I'll talk about the joy of waling behind people who wlk to slow...

That's all I got now...

Unimpressed

Tonight left me with a feeling of nothingness which is something that is quite foreign to me. A friend from high school with whom I haven't had a conversation with in the past two years called me tonight...with nothing to say! I don't understant how people can call for no reason. At first I thought it might have been an effort to rekindle our friendship, WRONG! Then I thought it was sheer good karma coming back to me for being so damn nice to these people since I've known them forever...WRONG! No agenda for a call, you know I'm moving, don't ask me if I'm still moving! You know I work seven days a week, don't ask me if I still work...I mean if you've got something to say, then say it, if you don't, don't pick up and dial my number because you're bored and realize that for once, I don't give a flying fuck about half the things you're going to tell me. It's not that I don't ever want to be in contact with anyone, but I mean come on! Ask me if I want to go out for a beer, say "Hey, you're moving, you need help?" It's not my thing to be overly critical, it's just that I don't like being played for a fool. I once thought these people were my friends...some of them might still be, but there are waaaaaaaay less people i'd put myself in front of traffic for now. I hope that when we all grow up a bit more, we'll realize that our friendships mean more than just calling and saying "My boyfriend is going to be your neighbour" I just can't take it anymore. I'm tired of insipid relationships with people. I want substance, I want meat, I want someone to talk to me about something not just call and expect something...UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On a lighter note...it's spring...huzzah...

That's all I got...

If I had a million dollars....

Ah...The joys of being an over-worked, under paid student who divides her time between everyone in the world but herself...No, I'm not trying to make myself look utterly pathetic, i'm just exposing the facts. To many of us go through this crapy life in our twenties where fun takes a backseat to paying bills. The only thing I can say is thank God I don't have a kid! Could you imagine yourself in your prime having to take care of someone who is utterly defenceless? I mean at least with family and people from your entourage, you can leave when the start gettting on your nerves but a child...that's a 24/7 job for the next 18 years at LEAST! No thanks, not me, not now...lol!

Next topic...Today, I tried getting U2 tickets...yes, it's only 10.38am, but I can't get through to get my ticks...DAMN!!!!!!!!!! I'm kinda pissed, my favorite band in the world is coming to town, I actually, for once in my life, have some money to spend on concert tickets, and what happens? Can't get through, now isn't THAT ironic! I know that there are far worse things going on in the world and as my mother always says, I won't remeber how I couldn't get tickets on the day I get married. Probably not, but I know right now that I'm pissed. Why is it so important for our parents, the boomers, to constantly remind us that our pain is nothing compared to the fact that they used to walk 7 miles to school, in the snow, barefoot, with no food and mountain lions attacking them...I mean ok! I may be exaggerating a tad, but that's how they make us feel. Poor kids to whom we've give a lovely life style, NOW SUFFER!!!! muahahahahahahhaha! The saddest thing here is that I can really picture my mom saying that with a cloud of smoke rising behind her and holding a pitchfork...Hmmm!

I guess that I should end this on a happy note...I could start singing "Good Morning Sunshine" but sincerely you don't want that to happen! Spring is coming, I guess that is the best thing going on right now... Hmph!

Later!

And so it begins...

Someone once told me that you should never allow anyone to read anything that you write when you're angry...hmmm...so much for that! I guess that starting this on a day that I'm not in the greatest of all moods could make or brake me but really...who gives a damn? I don't that's for sure. I must say that starting this off, today, might actually be the greatest thing I've ever done for myself, finally a random act of selfishness...I can guarantee you that for once, this whole blog thing, it's going to be all about me, me, me, me and oh yeah...ME! People who don't know me are probably shaking their heads going "tisk! tisk!" but you know what, at some point I think that we should all be able to look inside of our meaningless carcases and realize that if once in a while we don't act out of sheer selfishness, we're screwed! Now, before anyone gets on my case, please keep in mind that no matter what, your freedom starts where someone else's freedom ends, I'm not saying that we should all go avenge our pains or whatever, I just mean that sometimes, it's important to do something without putting someone other than ones self first. It makes sense, didn't someone once say that in order to really love someone you have to really love yourself first?

Speaking of love, I just broach tat subject in some way since I am lucky enough to be in love. Yes, I'm taking a moment here to acknowledge the love of my life who I guess is the one who suffers the most around me since he gets to see when all these ups and downs happen..poor him! Here I am, a lucky woman with a great man, whining...At least I'm not whining about him, at least not yet...lol! I will say this though, if any girl has a man that loves her even when she goes completely nuts, hold on to him...tight...and don't let him go! I know that looking at my parents, love is something that makes you feel like you have a reason to be on this Earth so I guess that because of that, the only constant good thing in my life is the man that I love :)

Okay, enough with the crappy mushy stuff, I am glad that now, I have somewhere where to rant about life, if you can relate, all the power to you! If you don't...trust me, one day you will! *muahahaha*

That's that for now!