roadtrip

avec mes parents. Aux Peace River, j'avias plusiers hueres a pancer, et j'ai realiser que je monque tous mes amis. J'espere que vous savais que je t'adore!


Miss you! Love you!

Got to get back to work.

decided to pick up second job after (techincally it would be fourth job, but I work my last shift at my third job (I think) tonight).

I feel vapid.

I have a new pet.

freeflow

OK boys and girls here we go an update sans editing except for a quick spell check because I must be getting ready for work.

I talked to the boy today, I had almost given up on him. and that's all I'll say about that.

My friend's mother died last weekend, and I don't' know what to say to her. She just had a baby recently and was getting married in the spring.. And I wish she wasn't so far away so I could give her big hugs and help her cry.

job is frustrating.. Everyday is a constant fight with our cook. I lost my temper the other night and yelled at my manager.. Being disrespected when you are already stressed out and busy is infuriating. But he was a temp cook filling in for the regular cook who I am supposed to meet tonight. Things should improve..

I am working 7 days a week until July 7 then I have 5 days off and I am heading to Edmonton to pick up the lovely Jaclyn and we are heading to Calgary for the stampede. I plan on visiting some friends while in Calgary and meeting the amazing B@B.

I have to get ready for work..I was chatting and got distracted. Meeting Ma and Pa for Tacos before work. I had more to tell you.

Like the Tasha and Jamie cowboy adventure, or about meeting some cute French boys from New Brunswick, and more about the Jamie and Jaclyn Calgary adventure. and my self revelations.

Oh well maybe next time.

Attention Whore

Overheard at work

"Never fuck a pig, it'll squeal on you every time."

Living in a humid and dusty environment is making me look like a pimply faced 13yr old. But it doesn't stop the men from hitting on me in droves.

I was in a cab pulling away from my work the other day and a guy walks out of the other bar in the hotel I'm employed with and runs over to the car. He wanted to hail the cab, but then notices me inside and blurts out "pretty girl." This happens often.

I know it's because there isn't a lot of girls here.

My new Newfie friend quoted one of his song lyrics to me last night

"Alberta is where the men drill for oil and the women dig for gold."

apparently I am a rarity and a mystery around these parts.

My friend Tasha (old childhood friend) has recently arrived here, and it should be entertaining watching this naive and fragile creature negotiate the sea of lonely men, slutty chicks and high paying jobs.

Well my hair is freshly dyed, now I have to go get my eyebrows waxed.

My super sexy amazing boots were sold out of my size. They were 30$. I went to a different store, they didn't have them but would order them in, for the meager price of 175$ plus shipping. Now to be fair, the original price of the boots at the first store was 75$, but still a hundred dollar mark up between store.

No thanks, back to E-bay.

Oh and I am getting an I-Pod in the mail in 4-6 weeks. Thanks TD bank! Fuck you Scotiabank.

Remind me to tell you the tale of the evil bank and them fucking around the sweet princess, and her getting pissy and slaughtering them and moving her vast fortune to a new land.

Off to call my dear Laura, and hear about her adventures in printer purchasing.

And if anyone knows how I can get tickets to The Unholy Alliance Tour (Slayer/COB/Mastodon) in Edmonton, (it's sold out) please email me.

capergrl@gmail.com

SmokeScreen

Post Secret has a postcard on there that could have been written by me. Better yet.. It's the secret I finally had the courage to reveal last week. The person I revealed it to, shares the secret. And I don't feel as guilty and shameful for it anymore.

New dirty little secrets.




























I'm going back on the diet pills that were so fab last summer. And quitting smoking again(it's the only way I don't feel guilty taking a break at work!) I think passion is more important then money. But passion doesn't pay the bills.

Initiative

I have a job. I started last Saturday, since starting I have been called in to do two extra shifts and work overtime. Every single place in this city has a help wanted/now hiring sign. Tim Horton's pays 15.50 for full time night shifts. My present bartending job is only 20 hours a week, 6-11. I am debating on working at Tim's from 9-5 then working at the lounge form 6-11. It'd only be for two months. I wouldn't have time to worry about my life, my boys and my brain.

I have had the joy of exploring the female psyche lately. I have also tread into the much more complicated and demented Jamie psyche. I really do try and be reasonable about my behavior, and I try and keep my behaviour reasonable.

I watch a movie last night called "Human Traffic" which was a huge mistake.. Now I am rethinking my studies in university, perhaps more Women's studies. But Women's Studies seems so cliche. Maybe humans aren't happy unless they are oppressing someone.. Maybe the Sadomasochists have the best policy.

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Backfire

I had this old acquaintance who recently resurfaced in my life, only because she wanted something from me. Funny how those things happen. She wanted to move in with my parents while I was staying here, until her and her boyfriend found a place to live in the city. I mentioned the prospect to my parents, who weren't overly excited about the idea. They were expecting guests this summer and this girl can be intolerable. There is more to the story but I digress.

When things didn't work out in this girl's favour, her and I got into an argument(she badmouthes my brother, made some nasty insinuations about me.) Then she turned around and tried to get one of my friends in Halifax pissed at me over a remark I made 3 years ago (which I had also made to said friend). Which completely backfired because she hasn't spoken to my friend in months... and my Halifax friend saw through the charade. This now, raises my curiosity as to how many people she is going to run to in her attempt to stir up shit. She also insinuated that I am a slut since I go out often to see live music. Apparently being socialable equates being a whore. But considering how she acted when I first met her (and she was single) I can see how she would draw those conclusions.

On the plus side, she'll be moved away by the time I return home. She wonders why she can't seem to make any friends in her present location.. Oh the Drama! *rolls eyes*
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Oh and I found out something delightful today. My wonderful cousin and his beautiful wife are about to be parents! I am thrilled to bits and cannot wait.

I am in the midst of making travel plans to Vancouver for the beginning of April to visit my metalhead. He is puchasing our tickets for Anthrax and Zombie tonight.

Off to prepare for work.