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.

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?

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.

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.

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I just discovered a new step to my blogging dimention.
More coming soon.

The Thirst for Money, and Something Different

It's 6:02am and I stand alone at a train terminal. I wait for the train that seldom comes in the wee morning hours. This is a stupid idea, I think over and over. I'm headed to yet another promotional gig for the launch of a new call phone. Train, teach, repeat. And then tonight they ship me off to Edmonton to do the same thing.

I am so over the promotional thing. I've told myself this many times over, and yet here I stand, waiting, showered and ready to go. Why? I miss the adventure that used to be my life. I miss hanging out and working hard and traveling. But on order to adventure, you need money, and in order to have money, you unfortunately have to work.

And so the circle closes. I sit on the train with the blue collared crowd. The dirty clothes and helmets replace the suits and blackberrys you normally see with the 9-5 scene. Hopefully this satisfies me, or at least distracts me for a bit.

Not in the Mood

I'm going through something that I don't know quite how to deal with at the moment. I pretend to indifferent. Neutral. Okay. But it's a tough time for me.

I wish I was angry so I could come on here and vent my fuken face off. Or maybe eventually I will distance myself and the whole thing will become comical. But as or right now, I'm shut down. I'm going out and I'm drinking and im distracting myself. But I'm not myself. So I don't know when you'll be getting any interesting blogs. Apologies in advance.

I Guess I Could Humour It.

You know what? I love love. I do. I just wish I was in love. People in love look so happy all the time, I mean, who wouldn't want that?

What I don't love, is the fact that everyone puts such a big hype on Valentines Day. As is some chocolates or flowers are that much more special on that day. Much like birthdays, when people are supposed to celebrate being alive and have a day for themselves, I feel like Valentines should be celebrated more than once a year. You should show your squeeze that you adore them all the time, randomly, spontaneously.

I've thought in the past about boycotting the "holiday". I've never even dated, so what's the harm, really? But then I thought about all the other random days I do part-take in. St. Paddy's, International Suit-Up Day, Canada Day, Steak & a Blowjob Day... and I figured, for a person who loves love so much, maybe having a day to celebrate Love isn't such a bad idea.

So I have my love tie on, and, yeah, well that's about as far as that goes. Other than that, the people I do care about, will receive random messages of love from me throughout the year. Because I still stand by the opinion that a pleasant surprise is always better than "expecting" something, and then being disappointed.

Birthday = disappointment
Christmas = disappointment
Valentines = disappointment

And that's what I get for building stuff up in my head. Woe is me.

"Work"

There's a lot of stressful things that people do for work. I don't usually partake in them though. Right now I'm getting paid for hanging out and playing with a pretty awesome phone that I have on loan. I'm complaining in my head about how much my legs hurt how bored I am, and how I could be doing the same thing from the comfort of my couch. When in reality, I should be stoked that I'm not actually doing any real work. If I get paid for doing nothing, the people that actually do stuff should be getting paid substantially more. And that in a nutshell is one of the reasons I love marketing. In the long run, maybe I'll accomplish more.

Routine

I have different contradicting thoughts when I think of having a routine. The idea of doing something relatively the same day after day, almost seems like a dreaded nightmare to me. I like to think that life should be ever-changing and spontaneous, rather than a constant obligation of for-seen circumstances. And yet everyone has a routine on their own. Dinner is at a certain time, you drink at the same watering hole with your core group of friends, and you visit the same theatre every Tuesday for a shitty movie.

Many people blame their mundane lifestyles on their "Responsibilities" or lack of funds; but I don't truly believe that they would escape if given the chance. If I grabbed you, saying that in an hour we're getting on a plane for an unexpected vacation, your work has already approved your leave, and all expenses are paid, I am quite certain that over 50% of the people I'd ask would still find a lame-ass excuse out of it.

The truth is that routine provides people with comfort, and the unknown can be a scary place.

I've worked in promotions the last couple of years. My job description is ever-changing and I'm never sure when or where my next paycheque is coming from. With the new year, i'm considering a full time office position for myself. But can a person with my recklessness really survive in a corporate environment? I've survived many a month bored out of my min and unemployed on the couch, so i don't see any reason for it to be an unrealistic notion. And even still, just the thought makes me want to run away for an impromptu adventure.