As we sat in the Dallas airport, in the plane, yet on the ground because of Tornado warnings, everyone grew agitated, and I just wanted the day to be over. I had missed my 6am flight, and now, the 8pm connector was delayed. We finally got off the ground at 10pm, with promises that we had enough fuel to fly the detour route. I tried to sleep, but inevitably ended up drinking Jack and writing (I'll post it later).
We got to Tampa, FL at 1am and I sat outside by myself for an hour waiting for the SuperShuttle to take me to my hostel. I sang, and danced a little, some car parking guy tried to hit on me, I tried to do tricks in a wheelchair till I hurt myself... A luxury car pulled up just after 2, and the man was wonderful. He told me that I was gonna be staying in the sketchy part of the city (fantastic) and right before we got to the hostel he had never heard of, a black cat cut in front of me.
I broke into the hostel and tried to walk around all stelth like, meanwhile two english boys sat by the pool, wasted, and watching me. The owner was supposed to leave me a "note" telling me where to stay, and as it was past 3am, he wasn't gonna be awake. Unfortunately, there was no note either, except one telling me to stop being angry and start enjoying myself... but then I realized that was meant for a girl named Jody.
The hostel was wicked awesome, but I was too tired to make friends. The one boy gave me the grand tour, I find a room with a girl in one of the beds, and decided "that'll do" and passed out. This morning the owner welcomed me, and took me out for breakfast at an old diner Elvis once ate in (score!). We drove around the city, stopped at Home Hardware, then I kicked it w a boy named Omar for a bit, and decided to take a walk downtown.
At the library now, trying to print my boarding documents for tomorrow, but I have no american change. What do you think... Tampa busking?
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
contradictions
Today is the day I leave for my vacation. A well deserved trip by myself to forget the mediocrity that has become my life in Calgary. And I've been asked a few times these last couple of days, and my response remains the same "I'm sure it'll be a great time, but there's a lot of inconveniences I have to go through before I start enjoying myself".
So, it's been 8hrs since I've arrived at YYC airport this early Tuesday morning. Since then, I've eaten, drank, surfed the next, try to talk my way into prohibited areas... Twice. Oh, and I decided to check in at the airport on fb. Fun thing: it also shows you all of the other people that have checked in. And while I swear up and down, and up again that I'm dead set against internet dating, here, bored at the airport, I found myself asking people over fb where they were flying to, instead of actually approaching a live person.
Half way into my message to 3rd random boy, I caught myself in this hypocritic act, and so I could try and justify it, and say it didn't count. But in a weird coincidence, that same check in allowed me to meet up with a girl I knew in high school that was in Calgary on a layover to see her niece and nephew. And at least the hour spent with her was filled with stories, memories, and me not having to drink alone (even though a shot of Jack diluted with water hardly counts as a shot anyway).
So, it's been 8hrs since I've arrived at YYC airport this early Tuesday morning. Since then, I've eaten, drank, surfed the next, try to talk my way into prohibited areas... Twice. Oh, and I decided to check in at the airport on fb. Fun thing: it also shows you all of the other people that have checked in. And while I swear up and down, and up again that I'm dead set against internet dating, here, bored at the airport, I found myself asking people over fb where they were flying to, instead of actually approaching a live person.
Half way into my message to 3rd random boy, I caught myself in this hypocritic act, and so I could try and justify it, and say it didn't count. But in a weird coincidence, that same check in allowed me to meet up with a girl I knew in high school that was in Calgary on a layover to see her niece and nephew. And at least the hour spent with her was filled with stories, memories, and me not having to drink alone (even though a shot of Jack diluted with water hardly counts as a shot anyway).
Emergency Jack
You know, many people ask me about my tiny 3shots-full flask that I refer to as Emergency Jack. They wonder how bad my life could possibly be, or what kind of unmaintained addiction I might have, to keep a few shots along side me almost all the time.
The flask isn't a coping mechanism my good friends, it's just a way of making my life less frustrating. When others would turn sour or be put into an unbelievably bad mood in some situations, well, I just hand out with Emergency Jack for a minute or two and figure out what to do next.
Let me give you an example: I'm the kind of person who has no issues traveling alone. (So now, before you give me grief on Emergency Jack, think back to the last trip you did absolutely solo -trips "home" don't count. I thought so) And although I love going to new places and having new adventures, an adventure without fail for me, each and every time is an 8-10hr airport hangout, which I am currently part-taking in.
So with the added $70 charge for not making my original flight, and the realization that I now land at my destination at midnight instead of 4pm, I'm gonna kick it w Jack, for free, and then move on to more interesting activities... Like, hopefully body shots (preferably, not at the airport)
The flask isn't a coping mechanism my good friends, it's just a way of making my life less frustrating. When others would turn sour or be put into an unbelievably bad mood in some situations, well, I just hand out with Emergency Jack for a minute or two and figure out what to do next.
Let me give you an example: I'm the kind of person who has no issues traveling alone. (So now, before you give me grief on Emergency Jack, think back to the last trip you did absolutely solo -trips "home" don't count. I thought so) And although I love going to new places and having new adventures, an adventure without fail for me, each and every time is an 8-10hr airport hangout, which I am currently part-taking in.
So with the added $70 charge for not making my original flight, and the realization that I now land at my destination at midnight instead of 4pm, I'm gonna kick it w Jack, for free, and then move on to more interesting activities... Like, hopefully body shots (preferably, not at the airport)
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The Little Things
When I think of some of the best days of my life, many things come to mind. Punk rock shows and hikes in the mountains. Drinking Jack by the water, and travelling. But I think that there are 2 main things that I adore, that give a good day that extra boost.
1. A great hug. (I know many of you are reading this, and are doubtful, and I’m sorry that you are girls) but I love me a good male-accompanied hug. Whether it’s friends that mean the world to me, or acquaintances who can just want me to "shake off that mood", when I think back on my best hugs ever, my heart melts a bit each time.
2. Acoustic guitar. No matter how many places I’ve travelled, or who I’m with, when that acoustic comes out, my worries seem to fade away. I’m care free when my eyes are closed listening to an acoustic. Be it on a street corner, or a hostel, a friends basement, or around a camp fire, I’m content.
As much as I bitch about life sometimes, the little things that get to me, I am in fact a pretty happy person. The stuff I like to vent about, it’s just talk for the sake of talk. I’ve had a good couple of days, and thinking about as to why, these little things came to mind. Thanks to those that made them possible.
1. A great hug. (I know many of you are reading this, and are doubtful, and I’m sorry that you are girls) but I love me a good male-accompanied hug. Whether it’s friends that mean the world to me, or acquaintances who can just want me to "shake off that mood", when I think back on my best hugs ever, my heart melts a bit each time.
2. Acoustic guitar. No matter how many places I’ve travelled, or who I’m with, when that acoustic comes out, my worries seem to fade away. I’m care free when my eyes are closed listening to an acoustic. Be it on a street corner, or a hostel, a friends basement, or around a camp fire, I’m content.
As much as I bitch about life sometimes, the little things that get to me, I am in fact a pretty happy person. The stuff I like to vent about, it’s just talk for the sake of talk. I’ve had a good couple of days, and thinking about as to why, these little things came to mind. Thanks to those that made them possible.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Rebellion
You know what’s awesome about Monday mornings? Nothing! I got up on the wrong side of the bed this past Monday anyway. I was running late for work and so I did my standard, j-walking, hopping the fence, cutting through SAIT (which apparently they frown upon because they started locking their doors) and run for the train. But as I got to the station, 2 c-train officers stood there *REBEL* I looked both of them straight in the eye and walked past them onto the train. C-train ticket number 2.
Pretty standard: court date ect speech. Then the question: “have you gotten one of these before” –yes. “Did you take care of it?” –I don’t believe so. “In that case, you understand there’s a warrant out for your arrest?” –I suppose…. And then they don’t arrest me anyway!
So this is my dilemma: What’s the point of giving me tickets, when the chances of me paying them is so unlikely? I mean, I didn’t pay the first, I’m probably not gonna pay the 2nd. How many tickets do you think I should get before some douche decides to take me “down to the station”? I could collect them like stamps or pogs.
But part 2 of this dilemma is, that part of being a rebel, should be that you’re doing something “badass”. And realistically, I’m gonna be able to get out of the country with this warrant, I’m not going to be put in jail. They could make me do some community service or something but that’s about it.
*sidenote*list*
Top 7 things that I do, that would be cooler for me to get arrested for, instead of this stupid c-train thing:
7. not doing taxes
6. driving without insurance
5. j-walking
4. drinking in public
3. speeding
2. trespassing/breaking and entering
1. hitchhiking
Now, as much as I like to try really hard to be a punk rock rebel child, I didn’t mouth off to the c-train police-dude. I didn’t fight the ticket, I didn’t make a run for it. Heck, he looked at me and said “you seem like a good person” going to work on time and shit… I’d like to rebel against the “man” and his stupid rules, but in reality, I’m still saving money by not buying a c-train ticket everyday (especially if I never pay them). But in the long run, I can’t brag to my grandkids about a c-train arrest, that’s just lame.
Maybe I should pay it. Decisions, decisions.
Pretty standard: court date ect speech. Then the question: “have you gotten one of these before” –yes. “Did you take care of it?” –I don’t believe so. “In that case, you understand there’s a warrant out for your arrest?” –I suppose…. And then they don’t arrest me anyway!
So this is my dilemma: What’s the point of giving me tickets, when the chances of me paying them is so unlikely? I mean, I didn’t pay the first, I’m probably not gonna pay the 2nd. How many tickets do you think I should get before some douche decides to take me “down to the station”? I could collect them like stamps or pogs.
But part 2 of this dilemma is, that part of being a rebel, should be that you’re doing something “badass”. And realistically, I’m gonna be able to get out of the country with this warrant, I’m not going to be put in jail. They could make me do some community service or something but that’s about it.
*sidenote*list*
Top 7 things that I do, that would be cooler for me to get arrested for, instead of this stupid c-train thing:
7. not doing taxes
6. driving without insurance
5. j-walking
4. drinking in public
3. speeding
2. trespassing/breaking and entering
1. hitchhiking
Now, as much as I like to try really hard to be a punk rock rebel child, I didn’t mouth off to the c-train police-dude. I didn’t fight the ticket, I didn’t make a run for it. Heck, he looked at me and said “you seem like a good person” going to work on time and shit… I’d like to rebel against the “man” and his stupid rules, but in reality, I’m still saving money by not buying a c-train ticket everyday (especially if I never pay them). But in the long run, I can’t brag to my grandkids about a c-train arrest, that’s just lame.
Maybe I should pay it. Decisions, decisions.
Out of the Ordinary
Today, while on my way to work, I saw someone using a pencil. Not even a mechanical penicl, just an old school No.2 pencil. And the kicker was that they weren't doing a sudoku puzzle, or a crossword, or a math problem. They were just making personal notes. I didn't know pencils still existed outside of elementary school.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Genuine Statements
I don't believe I've ever been in love. Don't get me wrong, smitten-ness is awesome, but I've never felt the need to shout it from the rooftops, you know? If I ever do love a boy, in that 'can't hold it in', 'must tell you' kinda way that they have it portrayed in movies... when I finally said the imfamous "I love you", (especially if I said it first)... he would legit accuse me of sarcasm.
It has come to my attention recently, that any time I try to be genuinely nice to people... when I thank them for random things; like being a part of my life, or listening to me vent... the first thing that comes to most peoples mind, is that I'm fuking with their heads, or mocking them with my sarcasm.
Now, let me be clear: I speak fluent sarcasm - it's true! Actually, it's my favorite language with the exception of body language, (and that mostlly comes across when I'm drunk anyway), and yet, I can't seem to figure out how to express myself effectively. It hurts my feelings when I try to compliment, or be nice to people -like for real; and in return an *eye roll* is what I get.
*rolls eyes* What to do?
It has come to my attention recently, that any time I try to be genuinely nice to people... when I thank them for random things; like being a part of my life, or listening to me vent... the first thing that comes to most peoples mind, is that I'm fuking with their heads, or mocking them with my sarcasm.
Now, let me be clear: I speak fluent sarcasm - it's true! Actually, it's my favorite language with the exception of body language, (and that mostlly comes across when I'm drunk anyway), and yet, I can't seem to figure out how to express myself effectively. It hurts my feelings when I try to compliment, or be nice to people -like for real; and in return an *eye roll* is what I get.
*rolls eyes* What to do?
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Made me smile
A very cute man just hit on me. I was at a store promoting the new phone and, he was buying one. We had some harmless flirtation between us, but my work day, was about too come to an end. I grabbed his receipt and input some reporting information into my phone, then walked over too the laptop to get it all submitted right away.
I guess he thought I grabbed his number, and when he received his welcome message on his new phone, assumed it was a text from me. He left saying "i think I just got a message fron you" to, which my response was "is that so?" Then said goodbye.
He was pretty good looking with a nice personality. Works as a, paramedic. Super smile. Wish I did grab his number. Too late now, but I do, have buy first new crush and that makes me smile. Maybe one day we'll meet again. Sigh.
I guess he thought I grabbed his number, and when he received his welcome message on his new phone, assumed it was a text from me. He left saying "i think I just got a message fron you" to, which my response was "is that so?" Then said goodbye.
He was pretty good looking with a nice personality. Works as a, paramedic. Super smile. Wish I did grab his number. Too late now, but I do, have buy first new crush and that makes me smile. Maybe one day we'll meet again. Sigh.
Complaints
Hey all.
I've recently gotten some complaints about my lack of blogging. Well geez. I don't know who really wants to read my weepy thoughts over the internet. What's been going on? I'm bored and feel indifferent and am looking for a positive change and an adventure.
I will let you know what's going on though:
I've booked myself on a rockstar cruise. Towards the end of this month, I will fly to Florida for a week or so (hopefully longer) and have some drinks and a bit of a party aboard a cruiseship. It's gonna be fantastic! Hopefully I meet some adventurous people while there, and they decide to do a roadtrip around Florida, so I could do some exploring. That'll satisfy my adventure side of things.
While in Calgary, I'd like to break out of this shell I've crawled into, so if you're doing something that I normally wouldn't participate in... get me to go. Don't ask... just tell. My sour mood is sure to eventually wear off. I went to a Variety show last week and it was a pretty darn good time. That, and a bit of a dance off should do me well.
I will also be looking for a new job to make some moulah before the summer hits, so keep me in mind for that. I plan on running CityChase in June... so I've already started strategizing. That should be a good day.
Lastly, I've decided to write a song. The idea came to me this morning while waiting for the train. All you get to know right now, is that it's going to be called "POCKET DIAL". If you know of any persons who know how to play guitar (I only know how to do the lyrics part) I'd love to have a chill sesh with them. After it comes together, we'll go on and look for a singer for it.
I hope this is enough insight for right now. I will try to think of different topics to write about so that everyone could go back to their lesure reading. Thanks.
I've recently gotten some complaints about my lack of blogging. Well geez. I don't know who really wants to read my weepy thoughts over the internet. What's been going on? I'm bored and feel indifferent and am looking for a positive change and an adventure.
I will let you know what's going on though:
I've booked myself on a rockstar cruise. Towards the end of this month, I will fly to Florida for a week or so (hopefully longer) and have some drinks and a bit of a party aboard a cruiseship. It's gonna be fantastic! Hopefully I meet some adventurous people while there, and they decide to do a roadtrip around Florida, so I could do some exploring. That'll satisfy my adventure side of things.
While in Calgary, I'd like to break out of this shell I've crawled into, so if you're doing something that I normally wouldn't participate in... get me to go. Don't ask... just tell. My sour mood is sure to eventually wear off. I went to a Variety show last week and it was a pretty darn good time. That, and a bit of a dance off should do me well.
I will also be looking for a new job to make some moulah before the summer hits, so keep me in mind for that. I plan on running CityChase in June... so I've already started strategizing. That should be a good day.
Lastly, I've decided to write a song. The idea came to me this morning while waiting for the train. All you get to know right now, is that it's going to be called "POCKET DIAL". If you know of any persons who know how to play guitar (I only know how to do the lyrics part) I'd love to have a chill sesh with them. After it comes together, we'll go on and look for a singer for it.
I hope this is enough insight for right now. I will try to think of different topics to write about so that everyone could go back to their lesure reading. Thanks.
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