Bars of Quebec

So lately I`ve been into going to bars (well, the one good one in Ste-Marie, Freddy`s) all alone, without friends, without Katimavik buddies.

When people find out (especially my Katimafriends), they think it is somewhat loser-ish behaviour.

Truth it, that`s one thing I really don`t care what they think about!

I go to the bar to escape from them, not to go hang out with them!

So yeah, they go to bars when it`s really really noisy and you can`t talk to anyone, just dance and stuff.

I like going to bars to relax and just have a nice drink, not necessarily get drunk, but that`s definitely a possibility now.

So last Wednesday I went to Freddy`s, and I met the nicest bartender I`ve ever met!

Her name is Sonya, and we talked for hours and hours about anything and everything!
She told me about her trips to Vancouver, Ireland and Egypt.
I told her alllll about the Katimalife and why I was there that night.

So I practically didn`t have to pay for anything, she paid for most of my drinks (cool bartenders are cool like that).

And then a guy, who was probably just done his shift joined in on the long conversation, and we all got along really well. And he bought me a beer (yes, I know it sounds weird, maybe, but it was all in friendship), and we all continued talking about life.

Where else would you meet such cool people?

I`m really really sad that I`ll never get to see them again, especially Sonya.

I`m gone for Vancouver this Wednesday.

I bought a camera, then returned it for a refund.

So a new camera is in order.

That is all.

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Woes of house managing

So last week I was house manager with Dan.

My fifth week as house manager, and it was my worst.

Firstly, because Dan takes absolutely no initiative for anything.
He`s always asking me what to do, it`s ridiculous.
Stop bothering me! Ahhh!

Secondly, because people like bitching and complaining about a lot of things.
Especially a certain someone who thinks that just because snacks aren`t laid out on a silver platter for him (when he gets home starving because he was too lazy to pack himself a lunch), there is no food to eat.

Apparently, people also don`t like to eat whole carrots. They must be chopped into bite size pieces.

AAAAAAGH.

I am also proceeding with my coping mechanism to deal with whom I believe is one of the biggest assholes I have ever met.

Harsh words, I know, but really, I think it`s true.

Bahahaha you better get your filthy hands off my desert!

What do you want to do tonight?

The same thing we do every night, try and take over the world!

Narf!

Gwahahahahaa!

Picture yourself in a boat in an alley, with black abyss trees, and a silver grey sky.
A lurker calls you with a voice so deadly, a girl with bloodshot red eyes.

I will walk through the shadows and the streets of Vancouver so that I may finally see the very best side of this world, a world of mystery and secrecy, of problems and misery, all within the confines of my unconscious Mind.

Wherever this Mind wishes to go, I will be led.
Whatever this Mind wishes to see, I shall be fed.
Whoever this Mind wishes to meet, I shall be with instead.

It`s time to break free, and the only real limit I have is curfew.
This will be the time to do things I would never dare to do.

So much to do.

Oops.

So tonight I had the irresistible urge to throw chocolate milk at Jessie`s face.

... I feel bad.

It was awful.

I`m sorry Jessie.

It was really weird.