Deception and recondition

So it`s the first time that I`ve blogged from my work in Québec - I would rarely get the chance anyway, as I`m usually in the forest.

Saturday night wasn`t bad at all - I`m the most persistant dancer. I danced for like 3 hours straight.

I`m not terrible at dancing actually, by myself, I do just fine. Really!

Put me with another person and things just get awkward. Real fast.

Even if I wasn`t in a social mood, I managed to find my own little bubble, my own little state of trance-like dancing clarity and had a good night. As you can see from this rather embarassing snapshot of me during one of my dancing epiphanies, it mattered not who or where I was, for at that moment, I was a being in my own world.

Interesting highlights of the night:

• A bunch of different people wanted to take pictures with me because they thought I looked like John Lennon. They were probably quite drunk.
• Asshole at the coat check in on my way home politely said ``Ladies first!`` to me
• Pascalou`s (Project Leader) dancing
• Two dancers who were pretty good on stage

And then I had to escort a couple drunkies home, back to the Katimahouse.

Sunday was a relaxing day. One of my uncles who lives in Québec City took me out to dinner at a local Ste-Marie restaurant. It was a bit awkward, he`s a little senile at times... For my 48 hours off next week I`ll be at his apartment. We`ll probably go to the Carnaval.

I`m so hungry.

I was anticipating going to the only restaurant in Ste-Marguerite, but I forgot it was closed on Mondays. Raaaah. Maybe I`ll go steal food from the kitchen in the municipality building, which I`m in currently.

I just tried calling N for the hell of it on the phones here, but I can`t figure out the long distance code-thingy. She thinks I`m ignoring her on Facebook, heehee.

I want to sleep sometimes.

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Fairy lust

Day 2 of Laura.

Perhaps I should explain myself better.

Laura happens when all the little negative things that happen daily to me, that I shove back somewhere, resurface and present themselves. When Laura leaves, I also believe that these negative things leave with her. So I think I need Laura. What if Laura never presented herself? Would this negative space that I have keep getting bigger and bigger? No, I think this space has a limit.
Maybe what I need is a different remedy than Laura.
Laura funnels the negatives out just once in a while, but what about... a different form of Laura, something that maybe doesn`t present itself as clearly as Laura, but still gets the job done?
Mary Jane? I don`t know.

Today we went volunteering - we started building the decor for a play (Annie) that the local high school is presenting sometime in April.

I`m not going to complain about the job that I had (it was cutting strips of tinfoil and twisting them into long rope things) because I got my peace and zen.

Zen twisting aluminium foil. What do you know.

Tonight, we`re going to the bar (Freddy`s) with our Project Leader, for it is his last week with us. I`d feel like a loser if I didn`t go, and if I stayed at home tonight as Laura, so I kind of have to go.

Saturday is Ladies` Night at Freddy`s, so the gals pay like 8 bucks and get unlimited beer, or coupons for a bunch, one of the two. It changes.

As such, I only pay three bucks for the coat check, and I can mooch for the night.

If you don`t know me enough, I never get myself drunk, because I`d hate to rely on other people to get home safe, or I just don`t want to deal with all the troubles that inebriety entails, and also to keep my hair safe. Countless stories about shaved eyebrows when you wake up in the morning have kept me wary.

I like the taste of most beers, and I can drink quite a lot without getting drunk, which suits me just fine. There`s also loud dancing music, but I`m not sure if I`ll dance, because I don`t think Laura can dance.

Will I just lurk in a corner and look all shady for the night?

Who knows.

Pixie rust

Another Laura day.
Ha, ha.

You know, the frequency of these little mood swings of sorts is increasing.

Why can`t I just smile and be outgoing and whatnot and make Laura disappear?

Can`t I?

I don`t know, I don`t think I can, because then my outside does not coincide with my inside.

Work blows.

Almost got a CTI for sleeping on the job.

I had worked all morning in six feet of snow, and even with snowshoes, it really drains you. So by the afternoon, I was really exhausted, so I kind of dozed off during lunchtime, and woke up later. My ``boss`` was rather unhappy.

Now I need to make a little schedule of sorts to follow.

I really do work, it`s just, cutting branches over and over again is just awful. Also considering the fact that the work could be done four times as fast with an axe or chainsaw or something.

Baaaah.

Going out to the bar tomorrow with our PL, who is, very sadly, leaving us for greener pastures. :(

We get to meet our new PL, Patrick, sometime soon. He`s supposed to be just as cool as Pascalou.

Doing some big volunteer thing at a high school all day tomorrow.

See ya.
Actually, I might not see ya.

Crashed Ice and Caffeine Cliffs

So on Friday and Saturday, my Katimagroup and six others (five of which were only there on Saturday) volunteered at the massive Red Bull Crashed Ice event in Québec City.

If you didn`t know, for the last few years, this event has been happening in Québec where they build a gargantuan slide of ice with twists, turns, bumps & jumps down which skate four competitors, trying to reach the finish line first.

On Friday, we were assigned to be security-ish people with official-looking uniforms going around to stop people climbing onto the slide. We then snow-shovelled the sidewalks. There were only about 20,000 people (because Friday is only the qualification rounds) , whereas on Saturday there were more than 80,000 people.

On Saturday, we got to see the finals (it was a bloody cold day...), and it was really friggin`cool. I managed to snag a spot really close to the slide, got to see the action right up front. Really exciting stuff. Hung out with a bunch of other Katimagroups too.

Then, when the event was over, oh god, it felt like we were in some sort of landfill. Beer cans/bottles, LOTS of Red Bull cans, and other various recyclables which we were assigned to pick up. It actually went surprisingly fast, with around 70 Katima-victims cleaning up Le Vieux-Québec, it only took about an hour to have bags and bags filled with stuff to recyle.

The hardest part was fending off all the drunkies who were somewhat hindering our tasks. There were a couple assholes who staggered up to us and threw their beer cans into the snow banks, laughing at us while we were cleaning up.

I`m not a violent person, as such, I didn`t feel the need to punch them in the face like so many other people would have. I contented myself with humbly passing by and ignoring them.

Being a massive Red Bull-sponsored event, free Red Bull cans all around.

Terrible, terrible idea for me.

I know I`m not supposed to ingest caffeine, but I kinda like the Red Bull taste, and it`s completely free, so I couldn`t help but take four Red Bulls. I also finished half a beer can before the ride home to Ste-Marie because I was so thirsty.

Definitely one of the stupidest choices I`ve done in Katimavik.

Hyper-ventilation, buzzing, vibrating eyesight etc.

And since I know you like to spy on my blog, K, thank you for that magic potion and that peanut-butter-bread-thing (it tasted awful, but er, that`s beside the point).

Didn`t get much sleep either.

Back to work tomorrow, oh joy.

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