hmmm?

Is it even possible to catch up? I think no...

My Victorian apartment was so organic; full of plants, coloured glass, maroon velvet, and Winter's Silence. Third floor and top of town... Mountains and Strait, flowers and cliff. In the peaceful energy peeling back the layers of my cocoon was done with ease. Good friends, beauty, and a wealth of knowledge that could be tapped and enjoyed at all times. Sickness, health, and a Chemical Chrysalis to usher my exit.

Now I find myself in a forest of glass and steel; sharp edges, clean lines, busy bees buzzing, and coffee. Busy bees buzzing on coffee. Buzzed bees coughing... or sniffing... Otrivin, Adderol, Xanax, Ativan, Ketamine, yum yum yum >>> Okay, the sky is just gray today. It is incredible how the sky can affect one's mood in Vancouver. Blue skies -- happy. Gray skies -- indifferent. Therefore; yoga, running, tanning, coffee : ) English Bay sunsets, and Robson Street browsing; Commercial Drive eating and Kitsilano strolling. Even tasty dinner in the forests of PoCo can put a smile on the face. Sky train trips are still novel; leaving the peninsula is rare and unneccesary... unless you value your sanity -- then getting the hell out once in a while is a must.

Weekends in Whistler, the Sunshine Coast, and yonder have put me at ease. I love my metropolis. It isn't perfect, and faults are found everywhere... So I am content in the concrete jungle. My Pacific beehive is the place I want to be... My cement rainforest is my favourite place to be. Many new friends made, many barriers crossed, and best of all; I fell in love with a beautiful Teddy Bear.

Caught up? Probably not. But It's a good start : )

Standing at the counter pouring over notes, pathologies, and techniques. This is the last stretch; the final hoop to jump through. I can taste victory and the satisfaction that will come from being done all of this. Of course, I'm referring to three and a half years of culminated massage therapy education. An education that has taken everything out of me energetically: physically, mentally, and financially. I am tired, neurotic, and broke. And if I don't manage to refill myself soon; I may be headed for a minor breakdown... not to mention the fact that I turn 27 this weekend. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

On Wednesady I have to complete the practical portion of my Board Exams. It is a mock preformance merely to prove that I will be a cautious practitioner, and do no harm to my patients. This is considered the easy part of the teting, although I don't know why. My nerves are on yellow alert already; and it's only Monday.

No worry; I'm gonna rock it either way. Can't wait to close this chapter... It's about fuckin' time!

go check out this website -- http://www.iwanexstudio.com/ -- and click on portfolios.
check out the before and after airbrushes. just drag the mouse over the picture to see the REAL deal.

layter peeps.

j

Well, I guess now that Paris Hilton is out of jail; it is safe to post to my journal.

10. That is the number of massages I gave this weekend. I'm bloody bagged to say the least. My cozy bedroom sometimes feels like the only solace from the zippityding-babaloo that is Vancouver. Never one to complain about the constant supply of "vanergy", but is can beat you down just as easily as it can lift you up. Right now I could sleep for 15 hours straight... in fact I just might do that tomorrow night. More rain is coming (isn't that weird?)... my days off may well be indoorsy. Good... I have to study. Bones, muscles, physiology, kinesiology, neurology, modalities, pathology, treatment principles... yikes. Does sound like a bit too much. However; it's still a bit too early to feel the pressure of the looming Board Exams. I havn't even submitted my application (note to self: do that soon) yet.

9. That is how many hot yoga classes I have left in my membership. I havn't been in a while. *Commence lighting fire under ass*

Sleep
Wake
Caffeinate
Travel
Work
Caffeinate
Social
Travel
Facebook
Sleep

8. This is how much I pay, in dollars, for the caffeteria at the Hotel I work at. $8 for a delicious and plentiful buffet, all I can eat. Thank you Fairmont!

7. This is how many days until Canada Day! The year is half over? How the hell did that happen? Although it seems like it passed in a flash I suppose a lot has happened: I finished school, I finished chemo, I moved to Vancouver, I started a job (which I've been working at for 3 months already), and I hope to accomplish just as much in the second half of 2007.

6. This old man, he played six. He played knick-knack with some sticks. Singing knick-knack pattywhack, give a dog a bone. This old man came rolling home.

5. The number of times I have checked my Facebook in the last ten minutes... Sad.

4. I had four meals today. Damn I'm hungry lately. Good thing for number 8!

3. This how many minutes it takes me to walk to the beach in Kitsilano. Man this city is beautiful. I am amazed by it every single day, and I hope it stays like that for a lond while. After that, I'll move to Germany.

2. Two, can be as sad as one; but the lonliest number is the number one.

1. I'm finally tired with being 1, and would instead like to try 2 : )

happy b'day maxy.... from all across the world!!!

I've created a martini in honour of my friend's 26th. please take it upon yourself to try the recipe.
without further adieu... i give you:

the Maxwell

1 oz of expensive red wine (substituting cheap tarty wine if pouring the drink on a friday or saturday)
1 oz citron vodka (something scandinavian or french)
1 oz concord grape juice
small splash of Hypnotiq liquer

ask a well muscled daddy to shake it vigorously with ice.
strain into a martini glass.
garnish with a lemon wedge.

sip the first two... gulp the next five
ahhh... tasty... because purple is the new pink!

Dear Blimgiddy,

You drank a micky of Crown Royal last night. Then you went out and flailed around a bar with two half-liters of white wine -- pouring it into anyones glass while also consuming it at an alarming rate. Do you remember much of being there? Maybe a bit? Do you remember coming home? I sure don't... I was far too busy keeping you from slipping into a coma.
Have a nice day a work? No?... Didn't think so. It's hard to enjoy the day dehydrated an hungover isn't it?
I'm bloody tired. Too tired to even shake my finger at you. Just give me a bloody break tonight, capice?

Truly Concerned,

Your Liver

ps -- You're a fuck-wad.

Where the hell is everyone!!!??? Where are you guys???? Where the hell am I???!!! Where am I?

Has it been a whole month in Vancouver already? How has that happened? If time continues to go by as quickly as this, I will be 38 by Christmas (I am very aware that that makes no sense; thank you very much).

Well, it has been an interesting go here so far. Yaletown has been very good to me. I can't thank Tyler and Alecia enough for being so cool, and letting me just invade their space for 6 weeks. Also, I have to give major kudos to my favourite Malti-poo, Bearon; for giving me so much love and affection. And, for taking me to all his favourite peeing spots on the Seawall.

The longer I'm here in Yaletown... living out of a suticase... the more I realize how little attachment I have to all of my stuff back in Victoria. Soon, I'll have to make my way back to the Island to pack it up, and ship it back. However; I am going to use plenty of scrutiny as to which items will be making the grade and granted the special honour of accompanying me in Kits. Every article of clothing (I have gone through it twice and pared it down tonnes) will be coming, of course... and every pair of shoes. But what of so much other SHIT (and that's what it is)? At this point I feel like my posessions are a forgotten brood of mice that own me; instead of the other way around. I guess I'll have to pack furniture to store my aforementioned clothing... and my bed as I will need a place to slumber.... and my red velvet couch, becasue; how often do red velvet couches come into our life?... and some kitchen supplies, because; the kitchent knives my mother bought me are worth more than my education. FUCK! SEE! That's already too much stuff!

Thank the fleecy wrapped tiny baby Lord Jesus that there is a free table in my apartment. I can just pile the stuff I don't want in the hall and be done with it. Good.

The sooner I get to the end of this month... the more I my stress level about moving rises. But... getting settled will be all worth it.

OK -- Deep breath -- Go to work.

Bad: Having a 90 minute appointment booked, only to end up with a no-show client.

Good: Getting a free pedicure during the time I would have been treating.

Better: Cash in hand at the end of every shift.

Best: Killah beatz man...

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