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.

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.