Listening to Godspeed you black emperor! and drifting away on a sea of scotch.

Is it a bad idea to go out with the ex-gf of your roommate?

Even if she's ridiculously attractive, artistic and awesome?

Even if she apparently becomes obsessed with the people she sleeps with?

Even if they broke up 4 years ago?

Discuss.

No Country For Old Men tonight with a cute girl who draws my picture.

Yay!

Last night I drank, danced, closed down the bar and then wrestled two girls - individually, then at the same time. (FYI - one will try to immobilize you and the other will try to kick you in the balls)

I still have battle scars.

Somewhere Andy Kaufman is proud of me.

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.

Fuck being responsible.
Fuck being responsible.
Fuck being responsible.
I need a job where I don't have to be responsible.

There is something undeniably shitty about having to make yourself dinner when you're sick.. even to someone like me who enjoys cooking for yourself. It doesn't help that my gnocchi with cream of mushroom sauce looks like leftovers from the special effects team for Naked Lunch (of course 95% when I wing it it's amazing, but not this time).

This is why people get married I think.. so when they get sick someone can bring them delicious soups and rub their head. Or at least are in a long-term relationship or just never move away from home.

Ugh. Vitamin time.

I'm not sure what is it exactly, it's hitting me somewhat by surprise, but there's something about going back to school that's like coming home for me. Maybe because I moved out at 17 and went straight to university, therefore being on a university campus or a community radio station feels more at home to me than my father's house.

I think it's because I'm like a shark - if I'm not learning something new / moving forward - I die a bit inside. And my work doesn't fulfill anything for me except my loan payments. Some of my favorite memories are post-classroom discussions over beer at the campus bar, and the post-coital discussions of Nietzsche or whatever that inevitably followed.

I'm a better student now, I'm not a teenager, and I've got my shit (mostly) together. I realize that my goals of the past few years have been moving away from something that I don't want, rather than towards something I do want. (partying to blow off steam from school, getting a high paying job to get away from debt, etc) Now my goals are moving towards things I want - immensely more useful.

Although my work's refusing to let me work less hours.. which is going to kill me over the semester. But I always get what I want in the end, so I'm sure I'll think of something.

Last night I went to Zak going away party at a karaoke bar in the village called Club Cocktail. First I broke out "Poupee de Cire, Poupee de Son" (my first ever karaoke song in French), Zak did some Patsy Cline, Dasha and husband made an appearance, Abbie busted out some movies, and Kali and I did a touching duet of Billy Idol. Buried under a few Hoegaarden's I finished off the evening with a rousing rendition of "Sweet Transvetite" .. people seemed to dig it.

In other news I've become the outlet for a variety of women's domestic urges
- I got Xmas cookies in the mail from a girl in BC
- my dance partner won't let me pay for a meal, brings me cannelloni to my house, then proceeds to gift me a very expensive bottle of champagne (she doesn't drink) and some Southern Comfort (the booze not the euphemism)
- another girl wants to come and clean my bathtub while wearing a sexy outfit.

I'm also getting some glimmerings of where the future may take me..

Happiness is movement.