UP FROM THE 36 CHAMBERS!!!
I feel like a Shaolin hiphop chocolatier.. and my sign is on the rise.
Just the thought of moving is enough to kick me into gear. Recently I've starting playing sports again (squash) and it's great - I feel like my body's being torn apart and eaten by ravenous werewolves. But to be ripped apart just feels so good, I've reactivated my good dietary habits, starting working extra to make more more more money, and have just been generally confident and fabulous. (not to mention well dressed)
By the time Prom hits California like an SG tsunami I should be able to reclaim my long-lost titles of "Golden God" and "Rock 'n Roll Machine."
The one problem is everything here is beginning to bore me a little, the city, my jobs, I feel like I've already moved and I'm just remembering all of this.
So here's the plan poppets.. I hit LA few a few days, catch a lift to San Fran for Prom, then zip directly over to Montreal from the lovely city of San Francisco itself. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.
Right now I'm in the process of cutting ties, resigning from positions, saying goodbye to friends, giving my notice at jobs. And seeing if I qualify for EI (crosses fingers) which I need to figure out in the next couple of days because that'll make the move a hell of a lot easier if I do qualify for it. In case I have trouble finding work.. but I'm not really worried about it actually.. which is a good sign.
Goodbye "Underground Mayor of Victoria".. hello "Montreal's newest resident." It'll be great to walk down the streets and know no one.. like being reborn all over again. To once again reinvent myself, be fast and smooth like when I first moved here.
In other news I've been reading extensively.. the entirety of the excellent comic "Lucifer" (I've always had a soft spot for the original rebel) as well as Ken Wilber's "Integral Psychology", Aleister Crowley's "Diary of a Drug Fiend", that must read book "Getting Things Done", and most "the Book of Floatation" due to my newfound interest in sensory deprivation tanks. I've been eating up all the info I've found on them, and will hopefully try one out for the first time in Montreal itself.
Now I go.. back to my fruits, my thoughts, my "Science of Enlightenment" audio tapes, and my grueling exercise routine. And I wouldn't have it any other way, baby.
ps. I'm also trying to convince Freakpirate to become my Montreal roommate - so we could form the awesomest apartment in all the land. East Coasters - encourage the boy.
pps. anyone who knows of an extremely dirt cheap shared living situation I could find in Montreal until I find my feet would be extremely appreciated.
I feel like a Shaolin hiphop chocolatier.. and my sign is on the rise.
Just the thought of moving is enough to kick me into gear. Recently I've starting playing sports again (squash) and it's great - I feel like my body's being torn apart and eaten by ravenous werewolves. But to be ripped apart just feels so good, I've reactivated my good dietary habits, starting working extra to make more more more money, and have just been generally confident and fabulous. (not to mention well dressed)
By the time Prom hits California like an SG tsunami I should be able to reclaim my long-lost titles of "Golden God" and "Rock 'n Roll Machine."
The one problem is everything here is beginning to bore me a little, the city, my jobs, I feel like I've already moved and I'm just remembering all of this.
So here's the plan poppets.. I hit LA few a few days, catch a lift to San Fran for Prom, then zip directly over to Montreal from the lovely city of San Francisco itself. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.
Right now I'm in the process of cutting ties, resigning from positions, saying goodbye to friends, giving my notice at jobs. And seeing if I qualify for EI (crosses fingers) which I need to figure out in the next couple of days because that'll make the move a hell of a lot easier if I do qualify for it. In case I have trouble finding work.. but I'm not really worried about it actually.. which is a good sign.
Goodbye "Underground Mayor of Victoria".. hello "Montreal's newest resident." It'll be great to walk down the streets and know no one.. like being reborn all over again. To once again reinvent myself, be fast and smooth like when I first moved here.
In other news I've been reading extensively.. the entirety of the excellent comic "Lucifer" (I've always had a soft spot for the original rebel) as well as Ken Wilber's "Integral Psychology", Aleister Crowley's "Diary of a Drug Fiend", that must read book "Getting Things Done", and most "the Book of Floatation" due to my newfound interest in sensory deprivation tanks. I've been eating up all the info I've found on them, and will hopefully try one out for the first time in Montreal itself.
Now I go.. back to my fruits, my thoughts, my "Science of Enlightenment" audio tapes, and my grueling exercise routine. And I wouldn't have it any other way, baby.
ps. I'm also trying to convince Freakpirate to become my Montreal roommate - so we could form the awesomest apartment in all the land. East Coasters - encourage the boy.
pps. anyone who knows of an extremely dirt cheap shared living situation I could find in Montreal until I find my feet would be extremely appreciated.
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Every year, we got stuck with a new nervous tecaher who could *speak* French, but teach?... Ha.
Too bad you weren't around for the grade 8 science teacher!.... Be very, very thankful.