WHAT A WEEK!

It seems as soon as I get a moment to relax, a new pile of things to do piles up higher and higher until the idea of free time becomes a clouded memory of something I might have once done, back when I was in high school some time. Speaking of high school, I'm going to recount the events of last weekend and this week in a hope to get some things cleared up before starting up a new and an even MORE busy week. . .

Last Friday, Mike and I hit the road to head back to Niagara for the weekend. It was his friend's birthay, and not having gone home for Thanksgiving, we were well overdue for a trip down to the peninsula. Got stuck in traffic, of course, but still had a good drive. When we got home Blockbuster only had two of the 4 movies I wanted to rent (which is good, because I wouldn't have had time to watch the other 2.) Anyway, when I got home, received a call from a good ol' highschool pal and despite the fact that we never hang out as often as I think we should, we got together for a night out in Ste Catharines wild party scene. After a few drinks with some old pals and somehow ending up at the Grand Buffet at the Fallsview Casino, Saturday appeared with some sunshine...and a headache.

Here is a really REALLY terrible photo (because my stupid camera phone sucks) of les filles who took me out for a nice little homecoming!

Saturday went by like a lightning bolt, probably because I spent most of the day in bed recovering. Anyway, I ended up doing a bit of shopping at the Pen then went home and watched Hotel Rwanda with my mumzie (who reads my blog and has to deal with how well-versed her daughter has turned out) (Fuckin' eh!) What with my research and studies in my political violence class, it seemed an important film to watch. An excellent movie, highly recommended. Anyway, after watching most of that movie, it feels wrong to say, but we went out to dinner. The rents took myself, the boy and the best-friend to dinner @ the Swiss Chalet then we headed off to another branch of the Evil Empire for a soirée of cinematographic excrement. In other words, don't see the Weatherman. We came home and tried to wash away the thoughts of camel toes with something far more entertaining: Star Trek - Nemesis. Picard's clone was awesome -- still pissed that I coudln't be Janeway for Halloween.

Mike and I went to MTs for lunch on Sunday -- I'm beginning to think that's a mandatory stop when home. We tried to hit up Best Buy on the road back to Ottawa so that I could purchase Trekkies, but alas, no such luck. No bunnies at the Big Apple either. Shared pizza in Kingston. Got home, slept. Woke up for job interview. Got the job. At least that's good news. It wasn't the job in Parliament I was hoping to get, but this should still be a really great learning experience. Too bad I still don't have anywhere to live come January.

Class and work and class and work and class and work all week it seemed. Finally the weekend arrives, I wasn't able to attend the Remembrance Day ceremonies at the monument, but I'll be sure to go next year. Group Discussion made me realize that November's half over and I've still got a shitload of work to do. Will ALWAYS have a shitload of work to do.

Fight with the roomate about BBQ made me realize how badly I want out of Westboro, (and how I'd like to cut off his balls in his sleep) but again, no place to live come January. This was made official on Thursday. No living with the boss. Another plan/wish crushed.

Worked all weekend. I'll never look at Steve Martin the same after Shopgirl. Sorry Shannybear for having been so drunk and for babbling on and on at Darcy's Saturday night. Borderline still drunk for work on Sunday morning, but manage to get reading done and get to work on time. Grumpy at first, then giddy, then bored. Somethings you just can't have all to yourself right? Zathura (otherwise known as Jumangi 2) was good because of the company.

No longer able to think in complete sentences. Too much shit right now, not enough to deal with it all with a smile. Time to sleep, methinks.