Chik-chika-chik-kah

I don't have anything at all to write. No one really even reads this, except maybe two or three people, and I don't really have alot to say that any of them would find interesting.

I went all day yesterday at work without saying anything more than "FUCKING FAGGOT!" and "ARE YOU EYBALLIN' ME, NEW FISH?". I said both like a black guy, over and over. I am going to miss working there because it is the only place I've ever been that encourages you to be a complete asshole. We talk about stuffing Kayla (the Jewish one) into the ovens (it's a German bakery), talk about "nigger noise", and generally act insanely offensively. I'm thinking of getting "Arbeit Macht Frei" tattooed on my upper arm, because life has more or less shown me that as long as you work hard, you're generally free to be as horrible as you want and still be loved by everyone around you.

I guess it coud just be that I'm the "coolest kid at the bakery", which is why I'm so well liked despite my best efforts, but since that's pretty compareable to being the "smartest kid with down syndrome", I kind of hope not. It is actually kind of possible though. People here are sort of weak and kind of pathetic, and no one I've met here could probably make it back home. All you really need to do to be everyone's favorite person is to be a little outgoing, an asshole in a funny way, and to be able to pick up on a few vibes here and there.

I reached a realization that nearly everyone I've ever been genuinely atrracted to (i.e. would probably go out of my way to sleep with) looks ALOT like Lisa. Not identical, but close enough that you could see it too.

Then I realized Lisa looks ALOT like someone I knew years and years and years ago. Like, a bustier younger sister type of similarity. Infact she looks more like the busty young sister to this girl than her own busty young sister looks like her.

Well. I suddenly don't care about this blogging buisness. Here's some shiny shit to entertain your simple little brain.

Bigass Sony Headphones

Bigass Sony headphones, bigass Sony headphones, I love my bigass Sony headphones, yessir.

Long time, no update.

Life is ok. Work is fun and such.

I don't really have anything to say. I'm not overly happy here, but I'm not really unhappy either, so it really gives me nothing to go off.

I gave up on the Lisa thing. Love and everything is nice, but I just don't feel like putting in the effort this is really obviously going to need. I will remain somewhat indifferent, and have probably become even more apathetic. She apparently doesn't either, so I guess she'll remain the slutty drunk chick, and we'll just wait this out.

I'm really bored. Constantly. The people here are nice, but I don't really have alot to say to any of them. My friends are interesting enough, but it's more the sort of interesting that a bug in a jar is. You play with it, watch it's life, and can even talk to it if you want, but in the end, it's just a bug in a jar.

I don't know. The only time I feel like writing somethinghere is when I'm stoned, but I really rarely get a chance to have a minute to myself when I have time to get high.

I don't like living with my girlfriend.

I like living by myself, or with someone I don't need to be right next to every minute of the day.

I don't know. I am now bored. Cheerio.

There's obviously something going on here.

You're cold and uninterested, you complain about everything I do, and I consistently walk in on you deleting messages on your phone.

I don't know what's up, but if this isn't going to work, then let me know so I can go do my own thing and not be stuck here with someone who doesn't want me around.

I just noticed every post I've written for like a month now is basically about how boring this place is.

WELL, IT IS!

Anyway, I think I'm going home soon. I've definately learned a few things this trip, ex.

So long as I have a reasonably steady supply of pot, I can make the best out of even the stupidest situations.

Running out of pot in an insanely stupid situation sucks more than you'd think.

Ontario people are pretty much everything I expected.

Girls, even the good ones, aren't worth even the slightest inconvenience.

Baking is hard work, but alot of fun.


Etc. etc.


I also learned I REALLY like being single and having few friends. This "social life" thing is just a pain in the ass, and steady sex (as far as I can tell, the only reason anyone dates) is not really worth steady pains in the ass.

Unless that's the type of sex you're into, I guess.

Things I miss about back home:

Clean houses. Like, houses that are vaccumed once a month, not once when you built it. I know my room probably contradicts this, but anyone who's spent ALOT of time over when I was the only one there might have noticed I like to keep the place pretty clean outside of my room.

Taking shits. There's no doors on the bathroom here, the bathroom adjoins Dawn and Peter's room. Enough said.

Having spaceof any sort. We're living with six other people in a four bedroom house, built before the second world war.

Quiet. The house has six LOUD people in it, and is apparently made from cardboard insulated with amplifiers.

Not being bothered to kill bugs. IF YOU CLEANED YOUR HOUSE, MAYBE EVEN JUST THROWING OUT SOME OF THESE SIX YEAR OLD PIZZA BOXES, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE NEARLY AS MANY SPIDERS AND SHIT.


Etc. etc.

There are some decent things here. Like getting stoned and listening to Public Enemy while walking around in the Hawaii-like nights. But besides that, eh. I'm ready to hit the west coast again.

Welp, I'm bored of being here now.

And I'm out of weird Ontario weed. How unpleasant.

I am tired of here.

It's not overly bad or anything. Baking is fun. Getting baked and my few friends' houses is fun.

Being around Lisa everyday is sometimes fun.

Really, it's a nice little place in general, but I'm already bored and ready to go see someplace new.

Maybe I'm just getting overworked or something. 12 hour days, starting at six P.M. leave you with a pretty sickly social schedual, and right tired too. Besides, while Dylan and the bakery girls are fun to hang out with, they're all definately of the "night shift" mindset and are a little weird to be around accordingly.

I don't know. I'm not in a writing mood, but it's been a while and I feel guilty about not updating, haha.