After about 13.5 hours of sleep (I slept about an hour and a half extra after waking up for breakfast), me and Genya transited down to Richmond to bake christmas sweets at aunty penny's house. We had a soup + cheese + crackers + tea lunch and chatted the afternoon away, then baked up a storm in the kitchen.

Things we made:
-Cinnamon Squares with caramel icing
-Shortbread with marachino cherries
-Fudge
-Spicy Hermit Cookies
-Normal shortbread
-Prawn stew for dinner

Things we learned:
-Don't burn things
-Follow cake-pan measurement instructions
-Cut marchino cherries in half before putting them on cookies
-Take the tails off of prawns before putting them in the stew
-Don't stew the prawns until the very end, or they get rubbery
-We are excellent cleaner-uppers

I am going to try getting up early and actually doing something with my early day tomorrow morning, but right now, I think I'm going to go back to my room and get some sleep.

I have had zero customers thus far.

Things are starting to get better. I really wasn't planning on actually going out and auditioning for Fiddler on the roof- I just figured I'd go along and humor Bethany... but I showed up for my audition anyways. I was in a pretty miserable mood at the time (this happens to me a lot), and it must have showed, because one of the girls there just took me aside and started talking to me. It didn't even make sense, but we just talked for a while, and it cheered me up. Her name is Ingrid, and she invited me over to her apartment after auditions, so I met her roommate, Ryan, and her boyfriend, Nathan. It was just really really awesome- they had only just met me, but they treated me like a friend. We had tea, and talked, and philosophized, and nerded out, and it was GREAT.

Everyone is right (no shit). I am happier when I'm with other people. I can't deal with people all the time, but when I start to self-isolate, that's when I get into my worst moods.

I've also got another thing I'm going into. Basically, it's this program where they pair University students up with learning disabled kids around their age, and then they can go do things together. Don't judge. This may SEEM like a transparent attempt at obligatory school involvement...

but in reality, I just really like going out for food. Problem is, I won't eat out if I don't have someone to eat out with, or else it feels weird and antisocial. So, this is basically my solution.

Aunty Penny is back in town, which is great.
It was really windy last Saturday, and Carli was sail-racing then, so she had a pretty exciting day.
My cactus is still alive as far as I know.
Midterms are coming up.
I have nothing.
Else.
To.
Say.

Existentialsim & Eating
By Nobody In Particular

At some point during the last couple of years, I found myself questioning the meaning of life. This is probably a cultural thing: for a brief period, the average North American middle-class adolescent has a veritable glut of thinking time on their hands. Somewhere along the journey from gentle childhood to the rat race of adult life lies a perfect point of equilibrium. Here, I believe we experience both the mental capacity to appreciate the deep, dark mysteries of life, and a lack of adult responsibilities, which gives us time to approach these enigmas. It’s the classic, post-modern coming-of-age story. Johnny meets the void of ephemeral existence. Johnny stares down the possibility of true mortality. Johnny shudders, has a few days of introspection, and then…

Johnny starts using hard drugs. “You only live once, right?”

Johnny accepts Jesus Christ as his savior. “This way, I won’t have to burn in hell for all eternity!”

Johnny becomes a vegetarian. “I don’t want to die, and I don’t think animals do either.”

Johnny does something new. The point is that he’s been changed. Something primal and invisible has entered Johnny and messed him up. The person he was as a child, or even a year ago has been effectively destroyed, so his only option is to hammer himself out a new identity.

“And that’s how I found myself.”

I was seventeen, and I had just read The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. While everyone around me was trying (with mixed results) discover where they fit into the world, what they had to offer society, and how many clichés they could pack into a single valedictory speech, I was perfectly content to simply exist. I was young and happy, and I had completely misinterpreted Rand’s idea of a selfish existence. The concept of the world as a great canvas for my genius to paint was lost on me. Instead, I was content to remain a philosophical hedonist.

“I’m not going to live forever. I’d imagine that once I die, I disappear. I’m alive right now though, so as long as I’m still here, I might as well enjoy myself!”

It made perfect sense. The meaning of life was to find happiness. The challenge was discovering exactly where happiness was hiding. Unlike some of my teenaged compatriots, I didn’t find happiness at the bottom of a liquor bottle or the end of a joint. I was too neurotic about damaging my brain cells to enjoy substance-induced escapism. Sex was a lost cause, because I wasn't attractive enough to snag a decent love interest to experiment with. I was desperate. I needed a crutch- a guilty habit to fall back on whenever the serious things in life became unbearable. There was no grand epiphany or enlightening moment of self-discovery in which I stumbled upon my sinful raison d'être. Instead, I slowly came to the realization that I adore food.

The proof of my inherent destiny as a food lover became more evident the more I considered it. I was raised orthodox Jewish, and the one redeeming element to this restrictive faith was the gargantuan feast my parents would prepare for every holiday. Some of my happiest childhood memories consist of a smaller version of myself smiling while digging away at a third helping of brisket meat. That satisfying squelch of turkey in my prepubescent mouth underscored a fateful psychological connection forming in my brain. Food equals happiness.

All of the most joyous occasions of my life have been marked by the consumption of food. Numerous family reunions, weddings, bar/bat mitzvahs, family 'fun days', birthdays, nights out with friends, and vacations have all basically ended with me happily clutching my overstuffed belly before falling asleep. Even during day-to-day life, I have consistently used food as a motivator. If school ever felt tedious, a quick reminder of the approaching lunch hour was all that I needed to persevere. After a brutal shift of demanding customers and comatose coworkers, I could always look forward to a generous helping of corn chips and salsa waiting for me at home. The pieces fit together perfectly. Food was destined to be my salvation.

It may yet be my downfall.

I mentioned earlier that I was neurotic about losing brain cells. Truthfully, I am neurotic about everything. Staring into that mortal abyss scared the daylights out of me, and made me significantly less eager to reach the end of my life. In order to delay that evil day as long as humanly possible, I obsessively monitor my own health. I ask myself, "Am I getting the forty-five minutes of daily exercise required to burn up the fat deposits which would otherwise clog up my arteries and stop my heart fifty years from now?" I hold my breath near smokers because I don't want to catch cancer. I avoid caffeine unless absolutely necessary, because I've read some news stories about caffeine being linked to aging. I am a caricature of Woody Allen, funneled into the body of an eighteen year old.

Now this is the interesting part. I've established that my entire life boils down to two basic activities: gastronomical pleasure-seeking and self preservation. The problem is that in many ways, these two activities work in complete opposition to one another. Cheesecake is delicious, but if I ate it after every meal, I would almost certainly die earlier than if I abstained from it. The metabolism of sugars is linked to cell aging in mice, but restricting my caloric intake would limit the degree of happiness I can derive from life. As such, I am forced to walk this thin line between health and self-deprivation; between fulfillment and self-destruction. The way I see it, life is a grand dish of food which is set before me. It is delicious, but finite, and the finiteness of life leaves me bewildered. How do I make the most of what I have been served? Do I ravenously devour it in satisfying mouthfuls, or do I portion it into tasteless morsels and eat it slowly, so that it doesn't disappear as quickly?

I am paralyzed by the fear that I will make the wrong choice.

Right now, it is raining buckets over here.

Yesterday, we ended up cooking a miniature feast for the Stanley's, Carli, and my dad. It was delicious and plentiful. The problem is that we ended up making way too much food; more than any party of 8 could realistically handle.

So right now, we are stuck with all of this delicious leftovers on our hands and no one to eat them. My parents are going to Arizona tomorrow.

The solution: let's just bring it all to the University, and then I can stuff it into my mini-fridge. This is perfect because along with the cereal, soy milk, and vegetables we stocked up on today, I will probably not have to actually buy food for about two weeks! =D

Today, me and my mom attempted to navigate Vancouver's transit system. We figured it out in a very basic sense. To get from my aunt's house to the University, you must first walk to the Richmond Center skytrain station, then train down to waterfront, then transfer to the east-west train lines, then train up to Burrard, then find a bus station, then take any bus which goes to UBC. Simple, right?

Anyhow, there's some good things to remember here, so I'm just going to copy and paste from the interwebz. The 4, 9, 17, 25, 41, 43, 44, 49, 84, 99, 258, and 480 all go to and from the UBC bus loop, so basically, if I am out anywhere and wanting to go to UBC, I should just look at the surrounding bus stops for one of those busses and check and make sure they are operating on that day.

Devon got moved in today. We went and checked out the residence where she and I are both staying at. Frick is it ever nice...

We had dinner at Ko Bong today, which is sort of like Vancouver's equivalent to Bhudda's Veggie. I love vegan Chinese food. I think it is delicious!

Me and Carli might do a food/event reviewing blog together if we can get ourselves organized. In the meanwhile, move-in is tomorrow. That means this is my final night of childhood.

This is my second party in two days.

I am eating like a normal teenaged boy, except sans meat.

Yesterday:

Woke up, ate enough food to count as breakfast and lunch combined, biked to work. Worked for 8.5 hours. Biked home, went to the washroom, changed, went to Kelly's surprise party.

Party food of choice: Shish Kabaabs, Baked Alaska, Marsh-mallows

Today:

Woke up, ate enough food to count as breakfast and lunch combined, biked to work. Worked for 8.5 hours. Biked home, went to the washroom, changed, went to Gabi's goodbye party.

Party food of choice: Salmon, Veggie Burgers, Noodles, Cheesecake



There is a reason this blog is called looplife.

Yesterday was another interesting day (I am almost caught up to the present. This has been taking me forever).

Basically, my mom dropped me off at my dad's house in the morning, which was fine. I had some of that good ol' high-fiber cereal which I have been missing so desperately.

I mostly just slept until about 11:00, then I put myself together and called my dad to find out where my bike receipt and broken-off kickstand were. It turns out I didn't need either. They have me on their system via phone number, and the kickstand isn't covered by warrantee. I'm fine with that- I'll just cover the installation of a new one out of my own pocket. Hopefully, they'll discover whatever it is that's wrong with the brakes, and fix the hell out of it, and then I can return to my old, bike-friendly ways.

It'll be ready on next Tuesday.


Being resourceful, as I most-certainly am, I simply jacked my dad's bike, equipped it with a lock, and headed over to outlink. What a rainy, pissy day... and I didn't even mind. I swear biking is like prozac or movies or something to me, because it just honestly makes me happy regardless of anything.

I got to outlink. My task: IKEA

It turned out the Jessica and her assistant had spent the morning shopping around IKEA and getting organizational units to make our main room less of a disaster area (it's getting better every week).

So, in my first-ever experience with building furniture of any variety, I constructed:

A Benno,

An Effetiv storage unit,

And an Expedit shelving unit.

I was really good at it too.

Later that day, it hit me that I had never been to IKEA in my life. I honestly think I'm missing out on something big here- cheap furniture and food, namely (plus mental masturbation for my inner housemaker-domesticate).

Mom picked me up.

She called Sarah.

We finished talking to Sarah, and then had a massive altercation. I ended up walking away from her car, and down to the train station. She is avoiding me right now, which I am fine with. I had cereal for all three meals that day (and the day before too, I think). What the hell is happening to me!? I used to love to cook up meals and whatnot, and now, all of a sudden, I can't be bother to eat anything that doesn't come out of a box or carton.

I think that could be a symptom of depression. Or something- I dunno.

I called Kevin. He got home safe- Sydney and him are having fun times.

Gabi came over. I wasn't answering the door, because I figured it was my mother. She yelled "JACOB! It's Gabi, we brought candy!"

So her and white nicole came over, and we all sat around my kitchen table eating candy and pretzels and talking. We tried to do an ichat with Kevin and Sydney, but their microphone was out, and we couldn't hear what they were saying.

My dad called and guilt tripped me. I guess "Im'a cut you, bitch" is a threat, which is not a good way to conduct myself around other people. Meh. I'm not being very mature right now, to be honest, and it really isn't bothering me.

We ended up going to Gabi's house. Nicole and Gabi sewed the flannel shirts I bought for Gabi into more ladylike proportions, and I watched Garden State.

Cute Movie! I liked it better after I put subtitles on (I am so hard of hearing, it is pathetic)

Brent: If you haven't seen this, I double-dog dare you to. You will probably love it.

I stayed until about 1:15, and then I walked home in the rain. It was beautiful, and I was wearing 2 pairs of pants the entire day, so it wasn't cold for me at all. I got home just after 3 in the morning, called Gabi to tell her I was alive, and then promptly went to my bed and collapsed.

And this is where I am at right now. I have spent basically all of today blogging about my shitty life, and eating the remainder of my dad's food. There is seriously nothing in the house now, except canned tuna, corn chips and a few suspect vegetables. I think I am going to make vegan stew tonight, as I am completely out of cereal.

I am sincerely sorry for all of these blogs, and how long they are. This is not a regular thing- I just feel like it's something I have to do this week.

Today, I finally submitted my mixtape entry for the Divine summer mix cd competition. I crafted the hell outta that motherfucker- it had cut out letters, aliens, birds- the full deal.

Here is the tracklisting (it's basically a gratuitous list of some of my favorites)
1: Overpowerd- Roisin Murphy
2: Hit the Heartbrakes- The Black Kids
3: Vicious Streak- New Order
4: Sweet Potato- Sia
5: Discotraxx- Ladytron
6: In The Morning- Junior Boys
7: Ask- The Smiths
8: Twelve Hundred Dollars- Belgium
9: Black Hearted Love- PJ Harvey and John Parish
10: Little Bit- Lykke Li
11: One Hit- The Knife
12: I'm So Excited- Le Tigre
13: Duct Tape My Heart- Freezepop
14: Yes I Do!- Chicks On Speed
15: Movin' On Up- Primal Scream
16: All of My Friends- LCD Soundsystem
17: We Are a Shipwreck- My Robot Unicorn

so in other words, it's a hodgepodge of some mixes I've made for you folks, and some artists you've introduced me to.

And if I win 250$ in Divine shopping money, I will be very impressed.

Today, me and my dad made a tonne of Vegan food. Most of it turned out to be pretty mediocre, but surprisingly filling. The only real keeper was the beer bread, which basically contains nothing, is delicious, and can be made in a microwave in 20 minutes. YES!

Unfun Event: Driver's Education
Fun Event: Getting Sarah Tipsy @ Boston Pizza, getting overly caffeinated , and then trying to figure out how to split the bill for fifteen minutes.

How am I still awake?

The Answer:

No doubt, adbusters will now bust my ass.

Story of my life:

Today, at about 10:00 am, I am sitting at Cora's with my father.
We are surrounded by about 12 different women, all of them middle aged.
And the one thing they all have in common is that they gave birth to children with Down Syndrome.
So as a result, they get to make a clique out of it. They trade tips for career transitionary courses, living accommodations, high schools, everything.

I feel guilty, because I'm just there for free breakfast.

There's a support group for everything out there these days.

As a matter of fact, I feel sort of sorry for the 'normal' people out there who are shy. If you aren't a part of at least some minority group, and you have a hard time faking extroversion, making friends is really difficult.


I got rained on again, but this time I brought a jacket. It was while I was riding my bike back home from downtown. I hit a car, because I am a motorist's NIGHTMARE (if there is a hell for being a discourteous cyclist, I am going straight to it and am never being allowed to leave). Thankfully, she was young and apologetic, and neither of us were hurt.

If she were about 10 years older, she would have skinned me alive.

Kelly and Sophia sprung me from work today. We took the train downtown, went to Safeway, bought food, and then took the train back.

I've begun studying for Friday. I am such an inept scholar at this point in time. It's summer, and the Alberta government puts too much emphasis on these damn exams.

Dear UBC Housing:

If my application does not get sorted before Halifax time rolls around, I will make some heads roll.

Basically, back in November when I sent in my housing application, I accidentally applied for year round housing (how was I supposed to know that's for adults!?)

And now, I have to get them to process the cancellation of that application, and then process a different application for the winter sessions before May 1st runs around, or I will lose my housing guarantee.

And I do NOT want to be homeless next year.

Ugh ugh ugh...

On the bright side, me and Ashley have fixed up our collective creation. If you have nothing better to do, it's at the school theatre this thursday at 7:00, and will not cost any money to attend.

I have a new bike, and this means that I can go on adventures again.
I went on an adventure today instead of doing any work. It was beautiful. It feels like summer again.

I made Banana ice today. It is like ice cream, only less fattening, cheaper, and made from only bananas

Recipe Time!
1. Procure 4 large, VERY ripe bananas.
2. Peel them, and chop them into little circles.
3. Put them in the freezer on a freezerproof pan. You don't have to cover them or anything.
4. Leave them there for about an hour.
5. Take them out of the freezer
6. Put them in a blender
7. Blend blend blend
8. Take it out of the blender. It is now banana ice
9. Eat it.

In other words, only two more days of wheat-free living.

Gabi, Sarah, dad and me went to the zoo yesterday. It was swarming with small children and ugly middle aged women. We visited the Koalas, the monkeys, and the elephants. I think the best part was probably when sarah gave us a some of her cake flavored hand cream. We just walking around the zoo smelling our hands and looking strange.

I have rented

But I have not had time to watch it yet.

Hello Livejournal. I haven't been a good poster lately.
And I'm sooooo sorry...

Friday: Half day of school.
-English: We read poetry and talked about it
-Spare: Me and Ashley went to the dollar store, and then subway
-Drama: I watched "will it blend" on youtube for an hour without sound, then walked around for a bit
-Biology: We watched a video on science. We talked about it afterwards

I love the few days before semester break when no one wants to do anything.

Dad yelled his face off at me because I was dawdling to get ready for family therapy. He did not like my suggestion that I not go for that week. It turned out that mom was later than all of us, and the entire session was a gong show. I bullied everyone, which is what I do when I get put in group therapy. Sarah cried, mom cried, and me and dad shut our faces, because we know the secret of therapy: if you talk as little as possible, you don't get in trouble.

I am going to make a rotten psychologist some day.
But doing therapy could actually be exciting as a job, I think, so maybe psychology isn't actually that much of a long shot for me. Whatever.

JACOB & DEVON'S 24 HOURS OF FUN

It basically commenced after family therapy. Mom drove me home, I grabbed my stuff, and then we headed out to Bragg Creek. Mom and Karen visited for a bit, and me and devon cut up things for dinner. After mom left, we all made rice wraps in an assembly line (I got to take home the leftovers. They are all gone now). Rice wraps are tiny, and gingery.

We played wii after that. I am too competitive at video games.
It was weird though- At this point, I can't really see any more than three members of my family successfully doing some group activity without dismembering each other. The Brownlees are marvelous at doing things together. It baffles, and comforts me.

After video games, we did tea and dessert. The crumble turned out well. I had a nice heart-to-heart with Karen, and then Devon came back and we all talked dirt on everyone. =D

We watched a movie.
It was this one:

I didn't think it was super scary. Just super-violent.

I think we ended up going to bed around three in the morning. We talk a lot, Devon and I.

Things we will not miss about high school:
-early morning band

I think that's all we came up with.

The next day

We had everything for breakfast, and then we went out on an adventure. We hiked up to the top of the biggest hill in Bragg Creek, and then went exploring through the woods. We followed a few different trails, and took pictures of ourselves in front of interesting looking trees. We ended up finding some sort of weird tree-playground thing which was nailed together, but did not look safe or stable. At the end, we got ice cream in town, and then got driven back for...
PANCAKES


I think the theme for the weekend was anything with the word 'pan' in it.

After breakfast-lunch-supper-thing, we went in the hot tub and fried for about a half hour.
And then I had to go back. Ed drove me. I slept in the SUV.

The rest of the weekend wasn't so great. I'll make a separate post to blog it.

Use your imagination.

Have fun going back to school, everyone.

Everyone famous who I like is friends with everyone else famous who I like. It is a great circle of happiness and connectedness.

I think I am going to get guidance to fill out my scholarship forms again- they did a pretty messy job of it, and I don't feel comfortable handing in something messy when I could get that much money out of the deal.

There was no food in the house all day. Things I ate included
-remanants of a box of my favorite cereal
-glass of water
-toast
-challah bun
-challah bun
-challah bun
-challah bun
-challah bun
-challah bun
-challah bun
-real dinner

Tomorrow, I am going to see the symphony with my mother, who is certain to fall asleep during the second half (dad says that the peice is one which honestly is likely to induce sleep in audiences, but not in a bad way)

I am enjoying the fountainhead more than I thought I would.

It is too late for a real post, but I bought this in banff today

which means that I am headed back to be frivilous spendthrift ways

My alarm clock got set all wrong, so I didn't wake up until 10 minutes before rehearsal. I looked like I was fucking hung over, because I had literally just gotten out of bed.

I missed breakfast and shower, so I was not a happy camper until after lunch

I am not getting any sleep this weekend.
except maybe during rehearsals.
I should feel guilty, but the music is so long, and all of it sounds the same, and all the basses get are rests and whole notes most of the time.

Our clinician looks hella like jonathan rhys meyers. It's all about the eyes and the head shape. He tunes his bass in 5th and studies with joel quarrington.

After dinner, I went back to my room and just held my bloated stomach for a bit. By the time I was done, I couldn't find anyone, so I went to some common room, and made friends with a bunch of edmonton kids. They all blazed later except this one otherkid, which was pretty funny. We just sat around and talked about our school, drugs, coffee, sexual things, each other, and other things kids talk about. I was really awkward, but I know how to make that work for me I think...
Their names were....
-Troy: 24 year old bass player guy. Superchill
-Amelia: Grade 11, cello. She was the emotional one. When I said I was alright to sit on the floor she was like "are you saying I'm fat!!!??" she is a stick.
-Hailey: She goes to Vic in edmonton and knows short-raspy charlotte! <3
-Tess: She played cello, has red hair, weighs 120 lbs, and looks a lot like someone I know (but I don't know who)

yah... that was my edmonton posse.
I'd better sleep if I want to function tomorrow

Me, Bethany, and her sister erin at my aunty's condo. They had a big dinner there with us on Saturday night with fish and cheese and vegetables and all sorts of yummy crap. We watched love actually afterwords, because I had never seen it. It was great fun!

Earlier that day, I went to Zulu records (which is AMAZING) and surprisingly, only bought two albums:

and


Which were both lovely. Basically, all of Saturday was spent eating or preparing food. We had breakfast at a restaurant, and lunch at this Italian cafe.

Sunday, we were all slow getting out of the house. We eventually met up with my cousin Carly and went to the aquarium. My favorites were:



Although they DID have sunflower fish, which had many many arms.

We ate out at a singaporean restuarant that day, and I ATE SO MUCH FOOD...
and then we went out for a walk in steveston later so I could be cool and listen to my new cds.

Monday, I woke up at about 5:00 and packed. There were asian girls in front of us on the plane reading the adult classifieds out loud and laughing. Ordinarily, I would have listened in, but I was way fucking tired, so I just put on my headphones and napped.

And then I skipped band and napped some more.

Sarah is in the hospital again.
And I have nothing nice to say about that.

I have basically slept for the past two days instead of blogging. Normally I sleep until about 12 on Sundays, so maybe my body is feeling the burn from a lack of that...

I finally got some stuff back for social studies. I'm pretty happy with the results. I've got my interim report card tomorrow, so I'll see how I've done thus far in everything...

This is my first day in Vancouver.

Right now, me, my mom, and my auntie are eating our dinner (cheese and crackers). My mom is watching Auntie Penny's slideshow of her trip to the Okanagan, and I am trying to apply online to UBC.

We met up with Devon and her family and did the tour/question answer period thing. I am going to list some things I have discovered.
-For UBC, they don't have early admissions. They try not to use your grade 11 marks as much as possible. You send in your transcript once you are finished your first semester of grade 12, and they base acceptance on that.
-They have automatic entrance awards on a sliding scale based purely on marks which you are automatically considered for upon application. The largest sum (for 95+ averages) is $4000.
-They don't let you have a kitchen. Instead, you get a meal plan and basically eat in the residence cafeteria.
-For engineering programs, you need about an 83 average. For arts programs, 85-87. For sciences or maths, high 80s to low 90s. Pretty tricky stuff....
-Most of the students are encouraged to do in-residence living accomodations. If you are not from the lower mainland, they will automatically provide this for you (its very socialist. It isn't based on marks or anything- just need).
-If I take the Bsc in psychology, it will be significantly less fun than if I do a BA in psychology (basically, I'll be taking math and physics courses on the side instead of english and arts courses, because the faculties are entirely different)
-There are like a billion students (40 000 or something like that)
-Everything is highly subsidized for students (you get $25 monthly transit passes which regularly cost about $200)
-UBC IS HUGE. HOLY CRAP

we're doing the tour, and its blowing my mind because everything is so big, and there are SO many buildings. But its all really beautiful. It was raining like crazy.

Me and Devon bothered the student services girl for a while about scholarship information and when they'll show up in Calgary. They are going to be at my school on Nov 4th, and at Olympic park on Nov 8th.

We were like the only ones in the tour group who asked questions. There was a girl from the United States named Annie, and she was apologizing for things like how their banks broke our economy, as well as Starbucks. I told her that it was okay, and that it wasn't her fault. There was also a guy named Ryan from Calgary, and this British girl who had emigrated about 4 weeks ago...

Vancouver is sort of like UBC- it is enormous. I am completely overwhelmed at the prospect of living in this city or going to the university.

Tour finished at about 2:00, so we grabbed lunch at this nice seafood restaurant with Devon's family. We must have stayed there for about 2 hours, just talking and lounging around after we were done eating. I was starting to fall asleep, but Devon talked to me and got my all psyched for model UN (We got the United Kingdom as our country, which is ridiculously lucky of us). Apparently, its the prime place for social studies nerds to get dates... whatever.
Me and Devon split two desserts.

After that, we went back to Auntie Penny's Condo. I had a nap.

We went and saw 'the secret life of bees' tonight. It was a'ight. Apparently, Dakota Fanning is paid 4 million dollars per movie. She is going to be sooo wealthy...

I love adbusters magazine.

I got out of bed just so I could go to the mall.

And at the mall, I bought two cds, and then just read a ffwd newpaper for about an hour.


Which is actually gorgeous. What a beautiful record. Expect some songs from here in future mixtapes.

Which I knew I was going to love.

We listened to milk eyed mender after thanksgiving feast, and just held our full-bellies.
Mom made:
-Soup
-Fish with yummy things inside of it
-Scalloped Potatoes
-Stuffing
-Acorn Squash
-Buns
-Pumpkin pie

needless to say, rebeccah and I were pumped. I told her all of the food was spicy, and she got angry at me.

Work was dead. I loved it. I just chatted with Hailey and Johnathan for about an hour.
Sarah's boss won't give her next saturday off for feist. Whatever. Sarah, you can be a total doormat for:
-Boys
-Work

so grow some balls and deal with it, and maybe for once, try and get what you want. Idunno.

As promised,

( Braaaiiins.... )
And there will be even more when I get back to my dad's house.

Right now, I am in the process of moving all of my email over to a new gmail account I have created, so we'll see how this goes...

Or... alternately, I could just call telus and angrily explain that my mac email is having difficulties with my telus account.

I got full marks on my last psych test. That's a nice thought.
Other than that, nothing happened today. The student ambassador person from UBC emailed me today, and now I've got yet another link to a bunch of scholarships I can/should apply for. Ugh... too much work. I'll start tomorrow... or something like that.

Me and devon spent most of today eating. We figured we may as well go down to kensington and eat lunch out, and I suggested we try eating ethiopian food. Little did I know that apparently, ethiopian food takes FOREVAH to make. I think we spent an hour and a half in the restaurant, and by the time we were done, we had just over an hour before we were schedualed to eat sushi dinner with devon's folks!

So we ran to TD, ducked into the lacoste, gawked at the prices, grabbed a flyer, and then high-tailed it back down to where the sushi place was.

AND AT DINNER, DON & BRYAN GOT ME AND DEVON SIGNED COPIES OF SHINE, BY JONI MITCHELL!

And singing cards. It was very emotional. I have two signed Joni Albums now. I should start a collection...

So I think the day I last posted was the big shopping day... yah, that was awesome. I didn't photograph everything but I did manage to get in:

-Some pictures of me and devon hanging out in the rocks down by the river
-Pictures of me and devon and evan at the video store trying on clothes and acting like dicks
-A few shots of devon during shopping day
-A few shots of devon and the fam in canmore and banff.

The rest of the week was grand. During my stay, and continuing now, I am getting through Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk. I love it, but I am having trouble getting through bits, just because some of it is so completely and entirely disgusting and scarey. That's probably a good thing.

Friday: I'm fairly sure I lazed around for most of the morning, reading in the sauna, swimming, hot tubbing, etc. We headed down to the actual town part of bragg creek sometime after 12:00 (at this point, I don't think we are eating at regular mealtimes. Breakfast is whenever we wake up. Lunch is sometime after 3:00, and dinner is LATE). I get sweetened condensed milk, frozen lemonaid concentrate, and reddi-whip so I can make lemonaid pie, and then me and devon head down to the fruit stand where devon works. It is there where we meet evan, who is one of devon's bragg creek friends, and is infinitely cool. She reads erotica while at work. It's awesome... so we just sat around and talked with her for about an hour, then biked back up to devon's house and made food. There were going to be guests over for dinner, so we had um...

-Veggie Quesadillas
-Spinache Salad
-Watermelon with mint dressing
-Gaspacho
-Grilled Avocados
-Lemonaide Pie

Devon had to work for two hours, so I biked back down to the fruit stand and sketched devon for about an hour while listening to the mix I made for lauren. I'm going to scan it and that will probably be my creative thing for the week. I went over to the video store where evan works her second job, and we visited for a bit, talked about how awesome regina spektor is, and listened to the bird and the bee. Fun times.

So we get back to devon's house and the guests, Lonni and Rod are there. They are devon's neighbors, and we talk with them for a while. Basically it boils down to everyone there is tpisy except me and devon, and we all play balderdash together, which takes a LONG time to get through when everyone is sort of out-of-it. There was some inside joke about a turkish towel boy and whatnot.

At the end of the day, me and devon watched Donnie Darko, and then went to bed. I had no internet that day.