Alright, so this MySpace thing isn't really working out for me. Want more control. So I'm switching to Blogspot, I guess, insofar as I write anything at all anymore. Does anyone know how I might import all my old posts and stick them in an Archives section? In any case, if you're secretly addicted to my blog and can't survive without, then here is the new URL:

http://kanerry.blogspot.com/

And NO SPAMMERS! Got enough of that BS here.

Anyway, adios, it's been a blast. Maybe Blogger will entice me to write more often. We'll see.

K

... Sooo awesome, by the way, that Madonna's pop hit was redone by some hard punk group. Hilarious.

So I've got a list here of the random things I've wanted to write about that have occurred to me over the past week or so as I've been walking home, listening to my iPod (usually).

1. Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street", and the Foo Fighters cover, which ROCKS. The lyrics are amazing:

Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day, you'll drink the night away
And forget about everything.

This city desert makes you feel so cold
It's got so many people but it's got no soul
And it's taken you so long to find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything.

You used to think that it was so easy,
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're tryin', you're tryin' now.
Another year and then you'd be happy
Just one more year and then you'd be happy
But you're cryin', you're cryin' now.

etc... And of course let's not forget the fact that the chorus is actually an electric guitar riff. Effin eh.

Also though I know that Louis Armstrong's "Wonderful World" has been done to death, that it's so poignant that it's a cliché now, but there are still a couple lines that I think are striking:

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night

... I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself, What a wonderful world

(It looks much more like poetry when it's written like that.)

2. And speaking of music more generally, ensure you listen to:
"Save Your Day" by José Gonzalez. Yeah he's music for hipsters... but I don't care.
The Scissor Sisters cover of Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb". You'd have to be numb not to have disco music make you feel good. Inside.
Quantic Soul Orchestra. Classification of A&B Sound as "dance" or "electronica" or whatever is SO unfair... It's like sort of old-timey dance music. Just... it's hard to explain. Listen, OK?

3.How unfortunate that Justin Timberlake's music (and Justin himself) is so sexy, and that Rihanna's "Umbrella" gets stuck in your head so easily.

4. And now for something completely different: living in this part of the world is amazing. So lucky to live in a house and a part of the world by the water, where walking home I can look at the stars, and the breeze in from the water at night smells like seaweed and salt water. If you've never been to the ocean and smelled that, you have not lived.

OK That's it, bye for now.

k

So did you hear the one about the Christian anti-abortion extremists who happened to be in DC protesting a hate-crimes bill and decided to interrupt the opening prayer in the Senate – which, by the way, happened to be delivered by a Hindu?

Like the guys at MatthewGood.org, where I found this, I'm all about the separation of church and state, so really no one should have been praying at all. But this is more than enough to get my goat:
http://electioncentral.tpmcafe.com/blog/electioncentral/2007/jul/12/head_of_christian_right_group_calls_hindu_senate_invocation_gross_idolatry

The worst part? Some of the commenters are almost as bad as Benham.

I especially like the part where he says that Christianity is "above" other religions, and that the only reason Hindus and Muslims are let into the country is because America is "free". Fucking bigot.

And THAT is why it would be difficult for me to live in the States. It isn't as though there aren't those kinds of psychos in Canada, but... at least they don't have a powerful lobby within our state.

If there were a supreme energy out there that we mortals might call God, He would look down upon these events, and would definitely NOT bless America.

... That's from some techno-ish song that came to me via the House soundtrack. I like it.

It's been a long time since I've posted anything, but that's because my life is very unexciting. Mostly. Except I get to go see Rufus Wainwright on July 28th!!! At the Centre, which I haven't been to since it was the Ford Centre, and I saw Showboat and Joseph's Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat there!!! And the day after that, James and I are going to my uncle's 60th birthday party, and there will be burgers and smokies, and maybe some salmon, and the pool will be OPEN! Guess that means I need to get a wax...?

In other news, I haven't been able to go to the gym and get a membership yet, since it's been busy. (Reminded of this by the fact that the capris in the former picture to the right do not fit anymore. But I did buy a nice new shirt and some boy cut jeans and other things when I was back last weekend. Yay me.) I can't believe it's almost the middle of July! The two classes are turning out alright – except that I'm getting scammed out of a third of my tuition for the evening class, since it's been running 2 hours instead of 3... Ripoff. For just those two classes guess how much I'm paying... Almost $1000!!! Well, more precisely, I'm not going to be paying it at all, my parents are, since I'm being a loser this summer and only working P/T. Why didn't I have this great idea during the school year! I guess I'm mostly justified, since the classes are akin to taking 4 courses during a regular semester. As usual, one them has that annoying guy, you know who I'm talking about: feels the need to comment on EVERYTHING, whether it's relevent or not... And I'm fine with the occasional comment or question, goodness knows I do it myself, but he's insane. And he's totally one of those weird granola types, not the cool types, with a massive bushy beard and hair out to here. *sigh* Except I felt bad for him the other night, since we had to get into little groups at the end of class for a project coming up, and no one was talking to him, and then I saw him walking past the window outside, alone. ... Reminds me of ME. I had tried to be in a group with this guy who's in the afternoon class with me, and another girl... but when I went up to talk with him, he said he'd decided to do a paper instead, and the girl wasn't even there, sooo... I guess I'm doing a paper, then. =P

I've been reading all this Development stuff this morning, and I think that one of the most disheartening things is that even though advances have been and continue to be made with respects to poverty, etc... population growth will ensure that the absolute number of people suffering and dying etc. will always continue to rise. Don't want to misquote numbers, but some of them are staggering. We discussed the possibility of tourism as a vehicle of economic development in somewhere like Zambia, but I don't know about that. Besides the whole dependency thing, I don't know whether it would be a good idea to attract wealthy white people into a poverty-stricken country to marvel at all the natives, and sit at some expensive lodge looking at the unspoiled (unindustrialized/unurbanized) scenery while being served martinis dry by the black guy in a tux. And buying pottery in the village for $1 and feeling good about supporting the local economy, telling themselves that Hey, $1 is a fortune for these people... Oh fuck off. I wonder how much good could have been done if, instead of dropping $5000 on that exotic safari (in the name of "helping/learning about foreign cultures"), you had donated it to Oxfam, or Amnesty, or Unicef, or...

There was something else specifically that I had wanted to talk about development... but I've forgotten.

Finally, listen to Imogen Heap's "Hide and Seek". (Because in the end it's actually pretty cool.) And then go on YouTube and watch the OC parody by SNL to that soundtrack... then watch the D**k in a Box parody by SNL... then, above all, search and watch the video entitled "David Duchovny, Why Don't You Love Me?" (And make sure it's the one that, in the comments, mentions that it was made by the cast/crew of the X-Files for his birthday.) It's poor quality, but SOOOO funny.

That's all for now. Maybe I'll try to update more often... maybe not. Oh well.

K

Nothing much to write at the moment, as I'm feeling sooo bad about the state of the kitchen and want to get SOME of it done before Jamie gets home in, say, a half-hour or so.

Dreamt the other night that I was still going to SFU... It was the main building, the quadrangle... but somehow different: an indoor courtyard thing, very high ceilings, and while the lower floors were still classrooms (which is true in real life), the upper floors were the dorm rooms... Megan had gone home for the summer, leaving her room empty, and I was thinking about taking it over. All the rooms were rather small, but the wall facing the corridor were made of glass. Privacy was afforded by vertical floor-length blinds in front of each set of two rooms. Mine was beside Devin Chan, from high school. I knew I lived with Jamie, but I've always sort of wanted to live in a dorm for a while... I thought this would be a good chance to get to know people.

Isn't it weird how in certain blogs and comment streams you occasionally hear about how things are "in real life", as opposed to the internet. In "real life", blogging and reality are not mutually exclusive... people can not really pretend to be invisible when they blog or comment on blogs... As far as I'm concerned, they're the same person.

And finally, I'm taking another class this summer, after all. I had forgotten to check on the prerequisites for the courses I wanted to take, so when I went to register yesterday, three or four came up with big red warning messages saying I wasn't allowed to take them. So after a little debate and not a little stress, I decided that this was probably the easiest course of action, in order not to completely mess up my timetable.

Next time, maybe I'll write about the woman who came in when I was alone in at work the other night. That was a BAD night... but I'll give you a little break from my whinings, for a change.

Til then,

K

Hey,

Just read David Vidal's last blog post – I love that guy. Seriously. He writes stuff that's important (like the one about the lead-painted toys), and also stuff that we all think and most of us don't really say because other people might think we're psychopaths. For instance, those neighbours everyone has that are pretty much jerks who can't mind their own business and busy their days making problems for everyone else on the block. Take, for another instance, the woman who, after my parents had left for Hawaii for a couple weeks last summer, complained about our two cats yowling. My parents had recently moved to a townhouse in a strata-controlled complex, and turns out this woman sits on the strata board, and even though there was never any problem after that, and the neighbours to either side of my parents' place have no complaints, and nowhere in the bylaws does it state that you're not allowed keeping pets outside... they received a letter informing them that the "issue" had been discussed in the board meeting (which took them by surprise as is, since they didn't attend and the purpose of the meeting was supposed to be "to approve the budget"), and that the cats would have to be kept indoors. We had previously lived in a much more rural area, and the cats were wild when we found them, so that's no go. You'll have to trust me, they're very docile kitties... ANYWAY It's stupid, and this woman is causing my mum some grief which no one needs ever, and she's just being a bitchy control-freak about it. Causing me some grief, too.

Just finished watching Volver. Interesting, and I LOVE Almodovar – look him up if you don't know who he is, then watch all his movies. Although the movie, as I told James, does meander a bit... It's difficult to know what the whole point was. But Penelope Cruz was brilliant, in any case.

Anyway, as the title of this post suggests, I'm doing the thing where you project all the things you wanted to get done onto some later date: July, in this case. (Eating pizza, so I'll make this brief.) I'm not exactly fat, but I could stand to lose about 10 lbs, and a couple sizes off my waist and thighs and butt. I need to get a bike and some clothes... I need to join the ISC gym... I need to clean up around here... I need to figure out who to contact in order to volunteer... I need to start reading more than watching TV. And of course, if I start to do all these things in July, there's still lots of time in the summer to get them accomplished... well, we'll see how that goes... but I've made promises to myself like that before, too. *sigh* That's the way it is with everyone, I suspect, though.

Right, so eating pizza and typing with greasy fingers is bad for the keyboard, so I'm off. Hopefully I'll find something exciting to write about soon – maybe when I join the gym.

K

Hey yo, yeah it's been a while alright! I guess nothing of import has really happened since the last time I wrote, and to be honest nothing much has changed now either, except I just need a little rant space. First though a minor update, I quit Slave-On and am working insufficient hours at the Liquor Depot and really enjoying it: a nice mix of day and night shifts, and all the stocking and inventory and such really complements my anal-organizational personality. I quit Slave-On because I had a run-in with the boss, not that that was entirely unexpected because the situation provocateur had happened before: I spent a few days with friends and family on the Mainland for my birthday, which was nice, except the cats made my allergies so inflamed that by the time Sunday rolled around I had a bad head cold and, on top of traveling for five hours to get back here, was in no shape to work. I called earlier in the day and was told there was no one to cover my shift, which is disorganized bullshit in the first place; then I called back again a couple of hours before my shift and talked to the boss, who said they were already down four cashiers that night and that I needed to get a doctor's note to miss it – which is also bullshit because there's no way FOUR people would have got doctor's notes before me. So I was stressing, and went to see whether the university clinic was open – of course not, at 3PM on a Sunday afternoon, which my boss would have known, of course – so after trying (unsuccessfully) to sleep it off for an hour, I called back and told him he was being unreasonable and said I was resigning. It would have felt better except that he didn't seem upset in the LEAST that he was losing an employee who was dependable and had been there for almost two years. Which I suppose should have tipped me off. Asshole. Besides that episode, I'm a little annoyed that the UVSP hasn't got back to me about the university's Sustainability Assessment. I emailed and called and I wanna volunteer but it's hard if I don't know what to do! Also I want to volunteer for Lifecycles: a backyard fruit-picking program, and organic garden-building on one of the First Nations reserves – I wish I had a garden!

Speaking of which, Jamie went to see a place the other day, and we almost took it, except that he wanted me to see it first (which I suppose I agree with). The landlord didn't want to show it again though, and even though we were his first choice he said he had many others who wanted it, so no dice. Too bad, it sounds as though it would have been nice: hardwood floors, new windows, decent location on Fort... *sigh*.

In other news, I FINALLY saw the season finale of House... Sooo annoying! I mean, they can't can three of the show's six lead characters, can they?? So I'm trying to fill the void by downloading the remainder of Season 2, which I may or may not have seen yet... but that doesn't really matter, of course.

It's been very slack around here since I quit (worrying about) Slave-On. I've been waking up at noonish almost every day... not doing a lot of housework – as an example, clothing hasn't been folded in over a week =P. The other night I was a little depressed since it was Saturday and I had worked at the Liquor Depot and a bunch of people kept coming in, all friends, and buying booze to have with their chill movie night... So of course I was lamenting to myself that I haven't got any friends here to do that sort of thing with. So when I got home I had some Ciclon and ice, then some Bailey's and ice. Didn't help, of course.

ANYWAY Now for the best part: Wide Mouth Mason last night at Legends! Jamie thought it was gonna be as popular as Matt Good when he was there, and eventually it was I think, but when we got there (50 minutes before doors were supposed to open) there was no one at the doors, so we went to Starbucks and got some weird chocolate-orange drinks (would not recommend). Even then, we got back 40 minutes before the doors, and there were only I think 3 couples there inclusive, and it was rather windy so we all were freezing. It was funny when they finally opened the doors shortly after 8, we all felt the warm draft wafting out and breathed a sigh of relief all at once! Anyway, there were two opening bands who were *meh* alright, the first one's lead singers both looked like Luke from Gilmore Girls – late-30-something, receding hairline, scrubby, maybe drunk – while the second one was comprised of talented but immature youngsters. As I remarked to Jamie, the lead singer of No.2 looked like a mop-topped Canadian Idol reject. In any case, WMM effin blew them away, since they are AMAZING in concert! They're sooo energetic and the bass player always looks psyched to be playing – I hope they're ACTUALLY that happy to be up there and not just putting one over on the audience. They rocked out on a little Police (since they opened for them a little while ago) and of course – shit, the Blues guy, you know... ungh. So it was awesome, EXCEPT for all the baby-boomers there, we couldn't get over how many there were. That's fine, as long as they behave, but the ones near us (at the counter at the back platform) talked the ENTIRE time, and one woman was sooo drunk and kept dancing to EVERYTHING... Felt like shooting someone! NEWS FLASH: THIS IS NOT WOODSTOCK, YOU ARE OLD AND YOU ARE MAKING A FOOL OF YOURSELF. This one guy in particular was yelling to his buddies through every song, right beside us! After we moved further down, and his little group moved further down too, I felt like saying, Sorry to interrupt your conversation fellas, but maybe if the BAND is too loud for you, you should take your incessant yapping THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! But thankfully they shut up for the encore and the night ended OK, we even got a taxi right after the show ended and made it home in under $20. In conclusion, can't wait to see WMM again, but hopefully at some venue/event where the average age of the audience is NOT 40+.

Yeahhh I know that was sort of a long one... Maybe if I updated more frequently... Meh.

K

PS Got an add from George S (formerly of MM). Watch The Hour, it's good.

Edit: It was Stevie Wonder. ... Idiot!

James left for St. John's on Saturday (or was it Sunday?) and now I want to fucking kill myself. I'm so lonely, and I feel like I have no life and no friends... which is not far from the truth. I have two part-time, low-wage jobs. I might have to find somewhere new to live without the input of my roommate slash lover. I haven't exercised in two weeks. I have scarcely left the house is two days, and not at all today. Over the past day or two I have watched: Amélie (again), eight episodes of House, as many if not more episodes of Seinfeld, an episode of Friends, some news, some Extreme Homes, an hour or two of MuchMusic hottest girls/guys/videos, and Bad Education. Last night I slept from 3:30AM til about 1PM. I lay on the couch almost all day today. Over the past twenty-four hours I have eaten these things: half a bag of tortilla chips with guacamole and salsa, one Twix, one Coffee Crisp, some Koala gummies, a small bag of nacho-flavoured cheesies, a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats, a glass of lemonade, and the remainder of a bag of Crispy Minis. I think Jo is back, but hasn't called/emailed me yet (which I know is understandable, I'm sure she's tired). Toban is working the Memorial Cup so I think he won't be online til later anyway, if at all. I'm trying to talk to Emily – not about any of this, just about a song I found, but she isn't responding anyway. I know one person who calls me a "friend" (maybe) in this entire town right now, and she has never called me, even though I have called her a couple of times before. I hate that. Last night I had to take a taxi home because I have no friends here at all. I spoke to Mom and Dad on the phone tonight and I was crying the whole time, and they did not even notice. And aside from my usual body image fixation issues, that's why I "just want to die". Feel free to chime in anytime, O friend of friends... As if you ever read this trash anyway. No wonder I'm garbage to everybody.

k

So I have some good news and some bad news. At least that's what John told me this afternoon, when he told me that the Fort Rodd interpreter job was not mine (as I had expected) but that he had another, well-paying, greatly easier job at the canteen for the summertime. Which of course I couldn't take because the buses don't go out that way during the weekend. This on top of having to turn down an offer from another liquor store since I had already taken the (part-time) one near Slave-On. In short, a fan-fucking-tastic morning for a person who just can't "go with the flow" and trust that things will work out, like me.

In other news, Raymi wrote something about dreams – ah yes, that she dreamed she couldn't speak and then it turns out her wisdom teeth were erupting. I had mine out years ago (yes, all four of them) so I was able to laugh not completely sympathetically: suckah. But that just got me thinking about the retarded dreams I have. I intended to write this post earlier, like a couple of days ago when I actually remembered what I dreamed the night before, so I haven't got anything in particular right now. (I'll write an updated post some other day, though.) But as a teaser, there's the one where I dreamed about ethereal leprauchauns trying to invade my body and instead enticing rottweilers to maul me to death, and the many that feature me running away from someone. I do have SOME good ones, though!

Speaking of mauling to death, did you hear about the woman who was mauled to death by a TIGER near 100-Mile House? Who the FUCK keeps a tiger unless it's in a zoo??? Of course it should be criminal, but no, not according to our government... Meanwhile, the owner had been investigated for animal rights abuse (but again nothing done), the woman was inexperienced and untrained, and the tiger was "euthanized" (i.e. murdered) afterward. So much wrong with this... I believe there are international conventions on the import and export of exotic species, for one, and for another, doesn't it bother anyone that this endangered (I think) animal was killed after some idiot woman got too close to the cage, which by all rights should never have been allowed in the first place? It doesn't take a genius to know that tigers are vicious by their nature... and while this quality may provoke euthanesia (sp?) for dogs whose owners can't control them and attack or kill people, only a goddam idiot could believe that tigers should be kept as PETS. PETA is hardly my cause of choice, but this is – without exaggeration – an outrage to me. It's the owner, not the tiger, that should be caged. (Of course, I'm sure the most he will get is a slap on the wrist. Thank-you, Canadian legal system. Some justice.)

Finally, and I don't know what import this has got after a tirade like that, but now without school or a F/T job, TV is practically my life. I've nearly got through the entire first season of House, and am (really really) looking forward to the episode on Tuesday, along with the series finale of Gilmore Girls! I won't bore you with details of course, but lately I've been seeking those old-fashioned romances I was enamored with when I was a kid... that every girl loves to see. And for anyone who has followed House for the past few years, or GG with Luke etc... Well anyway, should be good.

So anyway, if you've got any awesome dreams stories or would like to wimpily discuss GG then by all means leave a comment. =D Til then,

k

I know I know, it's been a while. And I have no doubt that I've disappointed my dedicated invisible readers. Heh. But now I feel some obligation to write an update on... well, nothing. I have no full-time job, my place is a mess, and my resolution to begin exercising in May has somewhat fizzled, although I have had to do a LOT of walking in the past couple of days. In short, I'm more a loser than ever. And I know that this is not an ideal topic to attract hip people to this so-called blog – in fact, I'll probably just let it go eventually, as I let every other ill-conceived blog project go, since they never amount to anything. But I'm on my period and so feeling particularly down on myself, and if you're a female at that time of the month then I'm sure you can understand my wanting to vent.

Went to the Parks Canada interview yesterday at Fort Rodd Hill in Colwood, which was essentially a waste of time. I had to leave at 8:00 for a 10:15 interview, and that involved quite a bit of walking on the Colwood side. That wasn't tooo bad since it was still the morning and it wasn't that hot. But then the interview itself wound up being completely different from what I had expected and from what was indicated in the email I had been sent. First, I thought I was going to be interviewed by the person who had been corresponding with me, but no... and they asked a bunch of knowledge questions that I was COMPLETELY unprepared for and that made me seem like an IDIOT. I also had to use six objects and create some sort of presentation/skit that demonstrated my "creativity". Well FINE, I thought afterwards, since I hate working with children anyway (I hadn't really been given the job description beforehand) and would not have been able to bus out there on Sundays. I don't think I've ever wanted to just walk out of an interview before, but I did yesterday. It was retarded. The only good part was being able to get in for free, and walk around by myself for two hours marveling over history and reading information tableaux and such. Even though I did get a little burnt – that's OK, it was such a nice day, although I do wish I hadn't left my sunglasses at my parents' the other weekend.

THEN, after having walked about for two hours with nothing but water to sustain me since that morning, I had to walk all the way back to the bus stop, and thank goodness it was due to arrive in 20 minutes because I was starving, and if it had been an hour wait (that bus doesn't come very often) I would probably have killed myself. So I got some Timmie's and bussed to the blood clinic, then spent an hour there to donate, then went to Save-On for some stuff, BUT FORGOT TO GET MY PILLS LIKE A HUGE KNOB SO I'LL HAVE TO GO BACK IN THE NEXT THREE DAYS ARRGHHH! In the end I think I made it home around 5? Ugh It was a very long day, and I was very sore and tired, and I went to sleep at 11. Hooray me! Next on the docket is to hear back from the Liquor Depot for a job... which I now need more than ever!

Also my birthday is coming up. This is depressing, as I never do anything for my birthday. Kathryn's gone, Megan's gone, Jen has never called me even though whenever we bump into eachother she suggests we go out and do something... It's very depressing. I don't even want to count on my friends back home, since according to me last year's big dinner was another big waste of time... we were probably all there for about two hours tops, and my suggestions to do something afterwards – you know, to spend an evening being the centre of attention, for once in my life – were met with shuffling feet and noncommitment and I think three people who showed up at the pub. And if any of my friends had actually been reading this, their feelings might have been hurt... but I doubt any of them is, so... In short, I've resolved never to do that again. Maybe I will go back – I'm almost sure I will, to see my family – but if I do see any friends they will be the ones I can count on – a total of perhaps FOUR. There are people whom I might have called my good friends in the past... but they have repeatedly demonstrated that I am no priority to them. So yeah I am bitter.

Anyway, speaking of wasting time, I'm sure I have wasted quite enough of yours. Maybe I will have something a little more cheery to report next time... perhaps I will talk about House, the first season of which I *did not* download and am currently watching.

Over and out,
k