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Summer has begun in Vancouver; the weather is beautiful and I'm rather ashamed I don't have a tan yet. My job at the hat store kinda fell through. Well, it didn't so much fall through as it was a hoax to begin with. It turned out I was being strung along by the owner for 3 weeks, with constant assurances that I had a full-time job only to discover, when time came to begin work, that only 2 days a week were available, the pay was les than orignially negotiated, and that, contrary to what I'd been told, I was to be working the weekends. Suffice to say I was unimpressed and dissapointed and consequently, after telling her thanks for nothing, am looking for a real job where I can work 40 hour weeks from monday to friday. I applied at record and clothing stores yesterday and if I don't hear back within a few days I'm going to apply with landscaping companies because, though it's hard labour, i could stand to work outdoors, get some exercise and make a decent starting wage.
So what's new other than my job falling through and the job-hunt continuing? Well, my physiotherapy is coming along nicely; I started swimming and it's helping me put back on some of the weight i had lost while on crutches and then antibiotics. I played basketball for the first time in 2 months yesterday and owned everyone at the public courts whom i played with. It's always nice to return to something you love and find you're no rustier than you should be. I'm not sure if I ever mentioned it on here but in the month of March I was a cripple for 2 weeks followed by rather ill for another 2 weeks and during that time I lost 20 lbs. I went from being 175 lbs to 155 lbs, which was rather distressing because I don't have any fat on my figure and was losing muscle I spent years working out to build. Thankfully I'm back in the 160s and the more active I become , the easier it seems to put the weight back on. Yay!
I broke down at the month mark and smoked a doobie, followed by another doobie the next weekend after that, but I'm back on the wagon and have renewed my resolve not to touch the cheeba. I have to admit that when i smoked recently I didn't get stoned, but rather I got high....too high. Make that way too high. So high in fact that it felt briefly disorienting. It also induced guilt-ridden dreams and those I can truly do without. That said, I learned from my mistake and won't be going back down that road anytime soon.
I went long boarding the other day and was clocked by my friend in the car tailing me at 65km/hr. When you get going that fast and know you could die if you wiped out, which is a distinct possibility when the board starts wobbling beneath your feet at that speed, your heart really feels the adrenaline. Though it's a rush, it's not something I intend to try again without a helmet. I wish I had a regular skate still though my longboard is essentially just an oversized deck with nicer bearings, and larger, softer wheels. Unfortunately, the only tricks I can pull on it are ollies, 180s and pop 'n' shove-its. In other words, I can't really do anything on it. Meh. Still fun, though I don't really do anything but bomb hills on it and even that requires an escort car to keep traffic from tailing me too closely and to ferry me back up the hill. But the very fact that I'm riding my longboard at all indicates what type of weather we're having in Vancouvre.
Excuse how random and longwinded this post is. It's just that I hadn't updated in a while so I thought I'd ramble on a bit. I guess all I'm trying to convey is that life is good and that I'm happy. I hope you're all in a similar state of affairs. Much love, be well. Peace out homies and homettes.