Karma Chameleon

So I spent the past four weeks fostering 4 cute little kittens. They were wonderful. They brought me joy. I went from 4 down to 2, and then down to 1, and I was going to keep the 1. He was this four month old black cat whom I had named Mr T and he was terrific and naughty and cute and loving. Today I brought him back to the SPCA because I think if I had kept him, I wouldn't be able to get on with my life. Instead of blogging to you fine people right now, I'd be sitting around staring at how cute he was, taking a million photos of him on my iPhone, and just petting him until he fell asleep cuddled against me.

So it's a bit sad this evening that he's gone and I'm looking at photos I took of him and it makes me miss him. But I know it's what I wanted, and now I need to be more productive and hopefully I will. Since fostering the kittens, I feel like I've gotten some karmic luck, which is nice. Whether it's just some guys saying hello to me on my Grindr application or getting some great work-related news, I feel I owe it to my kitten karma.

So the great work-related news is also adding to my karma jackpot of late. I am leaving my work for four months to go and do work for the United Way to help do fundraising! It's a great cause, and my work is paying my salary still, and it's also a great development program for me to get skills that I don't normally get at my regular job. The best part of all? I get to NOT SEE Crazy!!!

When I broke the news to him that I'd be gone until Christmas, he kinda hung his head down low and muttered, "I hope you'll keep in touch with me." He then forced a bright smile and said, "I'm really happy for you."

Of course, if you'll notice, his first thought was about himself and not the congratulations to me. Anyway, I know he's gonna want to hang out during my time away from work and so I'm prepared to just tell him I'm busy if he does indeed end up texting or emailing me.

So I'm definitely looking forward to a break from telling people to restart their computers and doing something more meaningful and worthwhile! And yes, I'm definitely looking forward to my time away from Crazy!

When Crazy Attacks

Ok, so my crazy coworker emails me the other day 10 minutes before I'm off work, asking if I'd like to do drinks after work. He then says there's some vegetarian taco place he'd like to try out.

So I call him and I say, "I'd be up for a drink, but I'm not very hungry."

He then insists, "But you'll be hungry LATER."

And I reply, "Actually I had a late lunch."

Crazy: "HOW LATE?!"

Me: Like at 2 o clock.

Crazy: (unimpressed) Well, I have to finish up some work so, we'll see.

Me: OH, well I'm off in ten minutes. When are you thinking?

Crazy: 4:30?

I could've gone home at 4, but instead, I waited for him like an idiot.

At 4:20, he emails me, "I'm going to be longer than I thought. You can go home. I release you."

He did add in a smiley face afterwards, but still, really?? I left without even replying and he texted me later at 5:15 with, "You left, right?" and I just wrote back, "YEP."

Then yesterday he emails me out of the blue telling me that he's taken Kylie off his Twitter feed because, "she's annoying the hell out of me."

OH NO YOU DIDN'T!!!!

I didn't even bother replying to that. It's like he's purposely trying to poke at me and get under my skin with that email, like WTF? Anyway, he is full on back to being crazy, and this time there's no meds to blame - it's just him!!!

I Would Like To Be a Good Person

Tonight Emily and I went to watch Glee The Concert Movie in 3D. It was heartwarming and uplifting and an overall fun time, especially if you're a Glee fan, or used to be. I know the show kinda sucks sometimes and has lost its way, but watching this film reminded me how much of an impact it's had on the general public and many lives out there. Good for that!

And it made me think, I want to be a good person. I think I'm a good person, but then I question whether I could be more good? I mean, I volunteer, I am nice to people, and I don't think I'm a bad person... Bad people don't ask themselves if they're good or bad, do they?

I want to be a positive light in people's lives. But then how do you balance that with not getting taken advantage of or getting your heart broken?

There's definitely some things about myself I would like to change. Like, I think I should stop gossiping. So perhaps that means I should stop blogging about my crazy coworker. Is that gossiping? Or am I just complaining about him and the way he makes me feel?

Anyhow, I'm going to try and be a better person. I just wish I knew what that meant...

Another Bad Date, Tarot Cards, and Writers Who Hate Writing Groups

I knew the date was going to be bland when I spoke to this guy online in the weeks preceding. When I would ask him what kind of movies he liked to go watch, he would reply with, "Whatever my friends want to go see."

I see.

So when we met for coffee on Saturday afternoon, the conversation was more of the same. Firstly, it consisted mainly of me conducting an interview, which always makes for a lovely date. It's basically like I'm holding a job application process! "So what do you like to do? Where are you from? Have you met many people through this online dating site?"

And do you have any questions for me? I didn't ask that, but I sat there in silence for awhile, just waiting, anticipating, he would come up with something brilliant to say!!! At LAST, he finally opened his mouth, and out comes a wonderfully perfect comment about the WEATHER.

Why YES it IS great that we in Vancouver here are FINALLY getting some sun. I was not aware of that fact before, why haven't they printed this as a headline in the local papers yet? Somebody call the press! Vancouver's summer is finally starting! Hip hip hooray!!

He mentioned he was off to dinner later that night with some friends, to which I asked, "Oh, where are you going to go eat?!" to which he replied, "Wherever my friends want to go eat."

At this point, I realized it was nearing 6pm and the liquor store was about to close, and I was in full need of a drink, so I basically left and went to get a bottle of booze instead, so that my evening was not a complete waste of time. I then went over to Alexis' who was having a fireworks party and it was there where I ate lots of cheese and drank lots of sangria and watched the boring ol' fireworks display, before heading home around midnight, only to wait for the damn bus for a full hour and getting back home at 2am. WTF!!!

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Been trying to read my tarot cards on my own without the help of my "Tarot for Dummies" book that I usually flip through. I've been doing an online course on how to read tarot and what each of the cards might mean. I've learned how to get a story from each of the cards and what they may represent and that the reading is up to my interpretation.

I read my friend's tarot yesterday using this new method and it went rather well, I must say! I was able to get some meaning from the cards and give her some guidance, and when I cross referenced w/ the website, I found that I wasn't that far off with the meanings they've attributed to the cards!

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Friday night I was at a party full of local actors and writers and directors. It was very inspiring to be around these folks, as they were doing what they want to do with their lives. One guy was telling me how he was working on two novels. I asked him about joining a writing group and he poo-poo'd the idea, saying that if it was a writing group that critiqued each others' work etc, then it wasn't a good way to go if I was having trouble writing in the first place. He writes every morning. I can't even get up to make breakfast every morning, let alone write or do exercise like some people do. Anyhow, he's been inspiring and I'm gonna try and harvest some of that and see where it takes me!

This Is a Book

I just read Demetri Martin's book, This Is a Book. It's hipster and twee and totally hilarious. Imagine if a cabaret/burlesque/vaudeville show was put onto paper, then this is what you would get. Each chapter, a different "act" there to entertain you. Whether it's a group of random drawings, quotes, prose, or a dialogue between two people, each chapter is unique to itself and ridiculously amusing. A very very light read, but with intelligence and wit. A fun book without being completely mindless.

Read It!

Swim Team's Teenage Dream

Don't Forget The Bug Spray!

Last night, Alexis, Emily, and I went to Stanley Park to watch Theatre Under the Stars' production of the musical Anything Goes (which is currently a revival on Broadway starring Sutton Foster!) If you've never been, it's a wonderful evening out, watching a live musical outside in the fresh air and beneath the night sky. How much more romantic can it get? There's food, you can bring a blanket, and the smell of flowers and freshly cut grass.

However, Theatre Under the Stars has a reputation for being...amateur? Sure, but still. It's a great opportunity for locals to get their feet wet in a musical (both watching and/or being in one). As for Anything Goes, I must admit, this is one of the better productions I've seen from Theatre Under The Stars! The singing was good, the dancing was fun, and it was just a light and enjoyable show.

Ok, I could've done without the racist Asian characters with the thick accents, but I guess considering this is an older musical, it just shows the time it comes from. I saw Thoroughly Modern Millie in New York and it had the same issue of Asians with bad accents.

Overall though, if you want to go to a musical and experience a good show at Theatre Under the Stars, then put on your sailor's outfit and set sail for Anything Goes!

It's no Sutton Foster, mind you!!

An Evening With Chromeo!

Earlier this week Jill and I went to the Chromeo concert at the Commodore here in Vancouver. It was a fun dancey show from the Montreal duo, who sang all their big hits and then some. Jill and I danced the night away best we could, squished up amongst the crowd.

I think my favourite number of the evening was Night By Night, because of its disco-esque sound!

Movies: Something Borrowed

Something Shitty.


SKIP!!!!

It's A Beautiful Life

Hello!



It's been a while. Last week was crazy busy for me, volunteering after work till 1am every night, doing outreach for the Outgames that were in town and just helping out wherever I could. Pile that on top of Pride weekend and fostering four kittens, well I'm exhausted.

A Lesbian Party is All That She Wants



On Friday night, I found myself at the Davie Street party hanging out with these beautiful buff boys and promoting the Outgames to everyone.

Afterwards, my new little bull-dyke in training went with me to Pop Opera where the turnout was pretty paltry, for a Friday night. I noticed an older lesbian sitting in the corner by herself drinking and I nudged my partner in crime to go talk with her, but she refused. So I wandered over to this woman, who reminded me of Charlize Theron in the movie Monster.



Turns out, she was an oil rigger from Alberta and was here for the games, but her event had been cancelled 10 days before the start of the Outgames. Yeah, it was a bit disorganized and chaotic at times, but we all made the best of it. She came out and did the touristy thing and enjoyed Vancouver and its sights. Plus, the weather was gorgeous. She was going to miss out on the Pride Parade however, and so her hanging out at this lame bar was the extent of her partying.

I would have none of that. I NEEDED to show her a good time. So I found out where the hottest lesbian party was taking place, and I accompanied her to it. It was absolutely brilliant! Wall to wall lesbian, with a few men sprinkled in between (probably gay men). Otherwise, the room was full of La Roux and Justin Bieber look-alikes. I left her in good hands, and ran into her the next day and she told me she had a great time, so I was glad I was able to do my duty!

I Saw The Sign

There are so many signs. I see them and I ignore them. But now, there is no ignoring.

On Friday, during the day, I went up to my Crazy Coworker's office. Before we got a chance to talk though, his coworker came in and started talking to him.

She: Should we call the temp agency? Maybe they should be notified?

Crazy: It's not my job, I'm not going to do it. I'm too busy, I have other things to do.

Me: What are you guys talking about?

Turns out, they had a temp come in for the day and that temp ended up having a stroke. So, one of their colleagues took the temp to the hospital and this is what the above conversation was about.

Crazy's coworker left, pondering what to do. She should have just called the temp agency herself, but maybe she's one of those people who need to be told what to do. Crazy's reaction however, is disgusting. Him not wanting to help or do anything about it? After his coworker had finished talking about it and had left his office, he turns to me, throws his hands up in the air and mouths out the words, " WHO CARES ?!"

What a horrible horrible excuse for a human being, yes? How could a person like you bring me joy?



Don't Turn Around Cause You're Gonna See My Heart Breaking

So, The Guy. It's been up and down the past month. Hell, the past week. It was nice to see him and to volunteer with him at points. He even came over to see the kittens on Saturday. And then he drove me downtown. In his boyfriend's car. Yeah. So there's that. It was a sobering experience amidst all the drunken haze of the past week. Like, I drank A LOT.

Anyhow, looks like they're still together even though they haven't seen each other for a month. Whatever. I think it's time I saw the sign and just get a move on, even though it's so fucking hard to do. SO Fucking Hard.



It's a Cruel Summer

To say the least. With The Guy breaking my heart officially and my coworker (one that I liked!) being murdered, I am soooo happy to say goodbye to July and to embrace all that is August. I have hopes that things can only get better.

I mean, even volunteering last week, I met some awesome people, including my new little bull-dyke pal. On Wednesday at the Human Rights conference where I was helping out at, I was picked up by someone. I say "someone" because this person may or may not have been a trans boy. Nothing against trans, but it's not what I'm looking for. He was nice enough, but even if he isn't trans, he's not really my type and I can't picture going on a date with him. You never know though, I guess.

Then there was Saturday night, when Emily and I attended the Dragonette/Ace of Base concert. (Hence the heavy motif I'm doing with this post!) It was a fun time and I drank WAY too much and continued to drink well afterwards when I went out to a nightclub and made out with two random guys. The attention is nice, and I guess I'm trying to deal with how to get over The Guy. I know it's not the wisest road to go down, but it's helping a bit.



Sunday was Pride, I helped out volunteering in the parade. Met up with friends and had more drinks. Overall, I had a wonderful week meeting new people, making new friends, and hanging out with the old ones.

Despite the dark cloud of sadness that is threatening to overtake me, I know that in the end, it really is a beautiful life.