Hectic Life Super Nova

I just woke up from a long afternoon nap. I almost never take naps anymore, but this weekend did a number on me! Every time before I spend a weekend in the suburbs a little bit of dread passes through me. What the heck am I going to do in the suburbs for an entire long weekend!? I'm going to be bored and crabby because I spent too much time with my family!

But like everything in my life lately, I've been surprised. It seems like the only rest I get is during the work week! This weekend started off Wednesday night at RandD's and didn't end until Sunday night when I got back on the train towards the city. I've had more than enough to do (dare I say too much?). I have even been getting along really well with my family!

Among many other things the highlights of my weekend were swinging a hammer, hanging out with lil' B, drinking wine, celebrating my mother, mowing my lawn, watching documentaries with T, and buying antique handkerchiefs from a recently deceased dutch woman! All in a weekends work for the Last Unicorn!

I enjoyed my weekend, but for some reason I can't seem to shake the feeling that I'm living someone else's life. Perhaps this is my new life and I haven't quite gotten used to the feeling of living it. I need to completely unstick myself from previous mindsets and get back into one where I really make an effort to live in the now, for myself. How cheezy does that sound? I know, but it's something I've really been struggling with since all the recent changes and the ones looming in the very very near future.

Change is so scary sometimes and I'm faced with so much of it right now. Naps help, so do warm weather, and friends (thank goodness for friends). I feel as though I'm carrying around some kind of weight, and I'm not exactly sure what it is or how to lighten the load.

I suppose part of life is the constant struggle between the light and heavy. Lately I feel like a big fat rock! But an optimistic rock, if that makes any sense.

Modern Nature

Last night I took my sick butt out to do some socializing and what song came on the moment I sat down to eat my falafel? Thunder Road, of course.

I've been having crazy dreams that shake me awake at all hours. I tried so hard to stay up last night to watch Cool Runnings just so I could put off dreaming. Like my whole world revolved around staying up late enough to chuckle myself to sleep with the Jamaican bobsled team, and I couldn't even manage that.

I want to run run run on my trail, but my ankle hurts so bad bad bad.

Jeju sounds like candy ...

I just ordered a bunch of transcripts and talked to a woman on the phone with a gorgeous New Zealand accent about my future. I think I might have inadvertently agreed to live here.

To say that I'm scared is an understatement, but to say that I'm not excited would be a big lie. Whoah Nelly what am I getting myself into!? Shit just got real.

New Pollution

I'm useless right now. No, really I've pretty much ceased to function in any familiar manner.
I have been watching a lot of music videos on YouTube though, I MEAN A LOT.

Remember how crazy Beck was before he actually went crazy and became a Scientologist?

Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate!

edit:
And I just found out my ceramics class is canceled this week. :(

Graveyard Games

Who knew that picking up a bike could be so hard?

Maybe I should just become a ghost and disappear?

Oh Inverted World

I've been treated to amazing food (and people) all week (the leftovers are piling up), and today I go and ruin it all by eating mushroom cup noodles whose "best by" date was November of 2007. I think I'm going to be paying for that later.

Currently I am filling out an "aptitude test" for a school I might be working with. I thought about filling it out later because I'm really tired and should be napping, luckily one of the questions on this 'aptitude' test is as follows:

You turn down invitation to happy hour with co-workers:
0 Always 0 Occasionally 0 Almost Never 0 Never

I'm assuming that since Korea's national past time is drinking that they are not wondering if I am an alcoholic. So I can only assume that this is to test whether or not they will gain a drinking buddy out of this. Does that come with a salary bonus!?

Almost Crimes

I feel arrested. I had a rough and tumble weekend, don't ask me if it was a good thing. ..(it was great). I haven't a clue. I just haven't a clue. I do have a busy week. Too busy to think.

But I did pee on the college of business this weekend, and well you can't NOT feel good about that.

Happy Birthday Samuel Morse.

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To Create Your Own Light

Two things (for posterity):

1) I will never take antibiotics again in my life. I don't care if the lack of ingestion will kill me. I want to slice off large portions of my body. Yeah, it grosses me out too.

2) All I want is to be a bioluminescent sea creature. Is that so much to ask?

Royal Bangs

Every single year I'm surprised when my birthday rolls around. Weeks before it looms like a dark ship. I wonder about what that number represents. What do people expect from a 25 year old*? I've been on this earth for a quarter of this century. That sounds so old. But people in my life remind me that I'm basically a baby with a little bit of hindsight. I certainly don't feel 25. I don't care about growing older, but something about the officiality of turning one year older makes me fear that number. Everyone asks me what I'm going to do and how I'm going to celebrate and what gifts do I want. I DON'T KNOW. So the days leading up to this anniversary of birth is spent filled with anxiety. I experience a similar phenomenon with New Year's Eve, though I love the idea of "renewal" and starting over, it's the expectations for grand plans that leave me feeling anxious.

But every cold snowy December 31st at the last minute, when we've all decided that there simply isn't anything to do, the night's plans unfold before us. Every year it's something exciting, adventurous, or at the very least entertainingly ridiculous! But unlike New Year's Eve I don't expect anything grand or terribly out of the ordinary on my birthday. I fret because I don't want anyone to feel bad when they forget it even passed. Of course the people in my life are just too good for that. They never forget and this year was not an exception. And that's the surprise every year I seem to be having better and better birthdays. Isn't that illegal after like 21!?

This year I realized that birthdays really aren't something to fret about or get anxious over. No matter who is around or what you are doing it's a cause to pause. Time is ticking, how am I spending it? My new birthday motto is celebrate life, not your impending death. I felt like this year I really did that. My night wasn't all about me, but all about making myself enjoy my night no matter what number someone prescribed to me.

And yeah the free drinks and the gifts and all the super cool kids I met were a really nice perk too. Thanks everyone.

* Who cares right?

Dear Last Unicorn

Why the hell do you do this to yourself?