What sort of hellish place has HEAT WARNINGS?

It is HOT here.

40 degrees, plus humidity.

And today I start work in the back of a hot, hot bakery. Blah.

I've spent the last week working with Lisa's dad on cars and things. Everyone says he's some sort of evil hardass (outside of their family, mind), but he seems like a pretty good guy, and I actually really enjoy working with him. Her Mom is pretty cool too, Jenny (younger sister) not only got me a job, but is a great drinking buddy because she somehow keeps up without getting drunk (she weights like 100 pounds, tops). Brian (younger brother) is probably going to be flamingly gay when he's older, but is a really nice kid, and Claire (odd older sister) actually seems to like me more than anyone else in the house. So it's not to bad, besides the heat. The only person I have any trouble with at all is Lisa, and that's something I've seen coming for a while.

I've been listening to the Stones alot. Being here makes me feel like hot shit, the coolest motherfucker in the land, simply because everyone here is just ridiculous, for lack of better words. The men are womenly, the women are wicked, and the kids all have parents that WANT to you tell their kids to stop being little shits. None of these people would last a happy second in Dawson, so I feel like the King down here.

EVERYONE has heaps of drama, but there's a pub half a block away (Moosehead Ale kicks ass), and Jenny is always willing to buy me beer and smoke and drink with me without any drama beyond Lisa getting jealous over it.

I'm a horrible influence, but if I have to be in Hell, I'm sure as fucking heaven going to be the Devil.

I watched a hornet eat the face of a dead mouse today. I was walking down Burke Street when I saw it.

This place is morbid.


I start work as a baker on Tuesday. I know nothing about baking, and now have to convince Lisa I have no interest in her sister (who got me the job). Still, it should be fun, and who doesn't love pastries?

I'm just about to finish the second and last season of Twin Peaks.

If you haven't seen it, Twin Peaks is a sort of soap-operaish drug trip produced in the 1990s by the mind of David Lynch. It's also better than sex.

Anyway, I've got three episodes left, and I just know this'll leave off at a horrible cliffhanger.

I'm going to miss Coop and Harry, and Andy crying everytime someone dies, and The Man From Another Place's dancing. I'm going to miss staring at Audrey. I'm REALLY going to miss Leo, the World's Most Deserving Retard.

Really, I think I'm going to rewatch them all within a week here, but seriously, why is it every time I find one of those rare TV shows I love, they never come to a real conclusion?

Oh well. I supose twin peaks being a small town, it's probably better this way. They're just about out of residents to kill off.



I think one of Sa's parents just rolled out of bed. Either that or the house is collapsing.

So, for clarification:

Texting some guy to meet up while you think I'm sleeping is a bad move.

I don't care if you work with him or whatever your reasoning is. If you apparently feel a need to be sneaky about it, it looks REAL bad, and I'm going to assume you're not going over to pick your stuff up or whatever your other reasonings were.

Especially if you leave two hours before you work to do it.

I'm going back to B.C. This is a waste of my time, and since I've got that place in PG now, I don't really have to worry about getting stuck back in Dawson.

Today:

I walked around looking for work.

Then I went to the bar.

I threw up twice.

Then I went to the St. John's quiet place, and walked the labarynth while reciting the Lord's prayer.

Then I talked to the Catholic priest for an hour.

I don't know. I need something right now, anything really. The girl I'm here for doesn't need me here, and I can't understand why else I'd be here.

You know things are rough when I find religion.

You know things are rough when I have to tell your mother why I'm half-cut at two in the afternoon.

You know things are rough, and so do I. I've never been so lost in my life.

At first I thought I was fucking with Eris. Now I see that Eris is fucking with me.


"Another story of Eris includes Hera, and the love of Polytekhnos and Aedon. They claimed to love each other more than Hera and Zeus were in love. This angered Hera, so she sent Eris to rack discord upon them. Polytekhnos was finishing off a chariot board, and Aedon a web she had been weaving. Eris said to them, "Whosoever finishes thine task last shall have to present the other with a female servant!" Aedon won. But Polytekhnos was not happy by his defeat, so he came to Khelidon, Aedon's sister, and raped her. He then disguised her as a slave, presenting her to Aedon. When Aedon discovered this was indeed her sister, she chopped up Polytekhnos' son and fed him to him. The gods were not pleased, so they turned them all into birds."

Hey Judas, I think you made a grave mistake. Hey Peter, you've been pretty good since easter break.

Good things about here:

Really big trees
Really old buildings
Parliament cigarettes
Sa is here

Bad things about here:

Smelly
Humid
You're gone
Mostly everything else

This is going to be very, very long for only being a few months.

I've had the hooker music from Twin Peaks stuck in my head for the last two weeks, so I'm watching it again in the hopes that it goes away. I'm bout to get gloriously stoned. It makes these sort of shows better.

I have spent too much time drinking lately. Sure, pot is evil, wicked, mean, and nasty, but it really feels so much better for you.

I forgot how weird this movie is, straight off the bat. The show is just sort of odd, but funny, the movie is dark and strange. They're both pretty good.

Lisa and I watched Natural Born Killers tonight. I remember watching that on mushrooms, and looking back, it was probably less trippy than watching sober was tonight. You EXPECT to see that sort of stuff on shrooms.

We're leaving for Ottawa on the 18th. It should be something else.

Anyways, I wanna watch this shit. Maybe I'll write something later.

Whee, some time to post things in.

Things have been pretty good. Spent the last week with Julie and Lisa in PG. We stayed on Julie's floor and in this cottage thing she rented us. Apparently it was used to film a lame movie in, and I wouldn't be suprised to find a "leftover" camera hidden behind the furnace vent above the bed. It wasn't too bad a place once you got past the creepy owners.

Hung out with Henney and Alex a bit, watched ALOT of movies/TV, and done all that fun "couple" stuff.

Tomorrow we have supper with someone, then we're.... hopefully going to bed really early. I'm tired enough to have totally lost where I'm going and not be able to remember anything properly, so I guess this will finish later.