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Project 365 on Vox [Sunday
January 20th, 2008 at 5:31am]
[ mood | exhausted ]
[ music | Mediaeval Baebes "Märk Hure Vår Skugga" ]

I don't write in this as much as I should. There's been so much, especially with my whole Rob situation, that's leaving me with thoughts too convoluted to sort out in words. I haven't felt up for writing about anything else.

What I do update, in case you are inclined to keep up with me, is my Project 365 photo blog. I have to update that because the challenge is to take and post a photo a day. I've taken to using my DJ to elaborate when I feel up to it on what I've posted in my Vox.

So if you do pay attention to my journal and feel up to keeping up with me, keep checking and bookmark my Vox.

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I think I'm going to be sick... [Tuesday
January 8th, 2008 at 1:40pm]
[ mood | enraged ]

I haven't written in a while. Yeah, I know this. It's mostly because I know if I write, I'll have to write about this and I've been avoiding it because I didn't want it to be real.

Fuck it. It's real and it's starting to make me sick. For most of the past year I've been in a "relationship" with Rob. It's been complicated, with a lot of his own personal issues keeping this from going further, we've been "committed" to each other without doing anything. Friends more than anything else but, damnit, I loved him.

Loved. Love. Fuck, I still do and that's why I hurt. At the end of November, we went out and at the end he told me he couldn't do it anymore. Our complicated-as-it-already-was "relationship"...whatever the hell it was that we were doing, he couldn't do it. He told me he tried, he tried with me, but he couldn't bring himself to be close to anyone. Being close made him physically ill and he'd panic.

Left me wondering what the hell was running through his head for the past fucking year. Left me hurting and vulnerable for the past month and a half almost. I don't think anyone's ever made me cry as much as he has. Anyway, I summed it up to his "knight in shining armor complex". He's used to girls he can "fix", girls he can "save", the damsel in distress and I'm not one of them. I summed it up to, finally, he found someone that didn't need saving but was, in turn, going to save him. And, or so I thought, he couldn't handle it.

I haven't heard from him since before new year's. And since he told me that he wanted to keep me as a best friend, that's a shitty way to treat a friend, someone that's supposed to've meant so much to you before. You just don't disappear like that on someone that still loves you. I've been trying to call him for the past week or so and my only way of actually reaching him is calling the bar he works at since he doesn't have his own phone and practically lives at the bar (well, he lives above it). Today, as I'm still currently on my lunch hour, I tried calling again and his boss, the owner picks up. I ask where Rob is.

"He's with his girl picking up birthday presents."
"His what?"
"His girl."

That's when I started to hyperventilate, not a lot but enough to know my heart was racing. This is what happens when I'm hurt. This is what happens when I'm really fucking angry with nothing to lash out at. How long have you been fucking lying to me you self-righteous asshole?!

I devoted a fucking year of my life to him, worried about him, cried over him, lost sleep over him, spent money on him, loved him, gave him everything I possibly could and asked for nothing in return except for acknowledgement, appreciation and for him to love me in return. He used to tell me "I don't want you to think that I take you for granted". Fuck you.

Dear gods, fuck you.

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Happy New Year! I now challenge you to Project 365! [Tuesday
January 1st, 2008 at 7:43pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]
[ music | Apocalyptica feat. Corey Taylor "I'm not Jesus" ]

With a little less than half a day left of the first day of 2008, I offer this challenge to you.

Document this year of your life, no matter how the year goes, in photo form. One photo a day (hence the name, 365 photos, 365 days). This means taking your camera with you everywhere you go and taking at least one picture a day.

The photos can be of anything, your trip to school/work, life at home, the first thing you see waking up, the last thing you see before crashing for the night. Unique or mundane, a full day out and about or a full day moping around at home. A photo from a moment of your life that day.

And then post them in a blog, either on Facebook, Myspace, or join me at Vox.com and start a blog there, use your LiveJournal, DeadJournal, and share your work. Tell your friends. Motivate each other by leaving comments on their photos. With people actually watching your progress, you'll be less likely to fall behind in photo taking. Try different techniques, it's ok if they don't work out, you learn from it.

Post at least one photo in your desired blog of choice and, if you want, leave a link for the rest of the album from the day posted elsewhere.

For everyone that loves taking pictures, use this year to fine tune your photo taking skills and swap photo tips with other photo taking friends. If anything, you have a visual documentation of an entire year of your life.

For more information, check out the official site:
http://photojojo.com/content/tutorials/project-365-take-a-photo-a-day/
It also offers great tips on capturing unique photos.

Up for the challenge? Start a blog and tell me about it in a comment to this post. If you feel like keeping track of my progress, you can check out my official Project 365 photo blog here: http://rayvana365.vox.com

Happy photo taking and good luck!

-Samantha

P.S.: I've been remiss in posting, there's a lot I haven't written about because I'll admit to being in denile about a lot of it or simply not wanting to bring myself to write. But I will, before the day is out. My resolution for this year, one of them at least, is to write in here a lot more often than I have.

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Lotus [Sunday
December 16th, 2007 at 3:13am]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | Mediaeval Baebes "Gaudete" ]

I haven't updated this thing in months and it's not because I don't have anything to say, I don't have anytime to say it. That or I haven't brought myself to writing about it yet. I'm going to change that. I'm sitting my ass at this computer tomorrow and writing about it until it's out. Not in detail but at least documented. I used to write in this thing so much now, I don't know, I either internalize or once I've spouted off to a few people I feel no need to rehash it all here. Bah. I'm writing tomorrow.

But I'm writing now 'cause I wanted to post this. I was going to wait but then I already posted it almost everywhere else so..meh, might as well. New ink is hard to not to brag about. Three years ago I got my first ink, a pair of dragonflies on my right shoulder. Then last year I got my raven, bigger, bolder, beautiful. Actually, my next piece was Rob's idea. He was the first one that saw my work and rather than tell me how great they were like everyone else, he told me that they needed editing.

"Editing?" says I.
"Yeah, your dragonflies are too plain compared to the raven, they need a background."

And it's stuck with me ever since until Friday when I went down to New Tribe on Queen West in Toronto to add to my original piece. And thus I walked out with this.



Stewart works incredibly fast and that was done in around half an hour. There's a story behind the lotus. If you want to know, ask.

Yeah, that's news enough for now. I'm setting myself to write more tomorrow. Got a few things I need to get done on the comp tomorrow anyway.

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$$$ [Friday
November 23rd, 2007 at 4:29pm]
[ mood | devious ]
[ music | Smashing Pumpkins "Try, Try, Try" ]

Money makes me happy.
So if money makes me happy...then depositing a check for over $1000 makes me FUCKING DELIRIOUS!!

Going to a CD release party at the Hard Rock Cafe later on tonight. Sweet!

Need to write more later. Bah!

Parents in China now. :D

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Samantha likes her ice like she likes her skulls: crushed. [Thursday
November 15th, 2007 at 8:24pm]
[ mood | devious ]
[ music | Paul Van Dyk feat Jessica Sutt "White Lies" ]

Chuck Norris-ize yourself )

I have a lot to cover, I'll write more later tonight.

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Yay Projects! [Monday
October 22nd, 2007 at 11:14pm]
[ mood | busy ]
[ music | 4 Strings "Mainline (4 Turntable Remix)" ]

Project - Halloween Costume: Takako Chigusa from Battle Royale

It was supposed to be Hirono Shimizu but I couldn't find a toy gun, I did find a retractable knife so now I'm Takako.
And I'm wearing the school uniform, not her yellow track suit.
Hey, I get to be the character played by the awesome Chiaki Kuriyama, who later got snatched up by Quentin Tarantino to play GoGo Yubari in Kill Bill.

Anyway, this is Takako Chigusa.



And here's what I need...



  • Light knaki blazer

  • Light knaki skirt

  • White collared shirt

  • White peekaboo slip with lace hem

  • "Exploding" collar

  • Red blinking LED light for collar

  • Red tie

  • Black flat shoes

  • White ankle socks

  • "BR Survival Kit" - Island map

  • "BR Survival Kit" - Pencil

  • "BR Survival Kit" - Compass

  • "BR Survival Kit" - Plastic case to hold kit

  • Weapon: Retractable jack knife


  • Woohoo! Done!!


So I almost got it all and the rest shouldn't be too damned hard to find, so long as I can get it all by Friday in time for the Witches Ball.

And the exploding collar was hilarious to make: plastic headband, duct tape, card board, black permanent marker. All I need to do is spray a sealant over it so the permanent marker won't bleed onto my neck.

And then I have to spray fake blood over the costume to mimic almost surviving a three-day killing spree.

Project - Pumpkin Centerpieces

Here's the original and concept as taken from Canadian Family, the magazine I work for.

And with Matt's party coming up on Satuday, I've volunteered to help with the decor. Aside from carving pumpkins later on this week, I've also worked on my version of the spooky pumpkin centerpiece.

Mine included...


  • Spider weave basket

  • Fake small pumpkins

  • Plastic insects and bats

  • Fake spiders

  • Black paint

  • Glitter glue

  • Glue



So here's hoping that craft glue will work and if not I'll cave and run out and buy a hot glue gun. I couldn't find a cake plate, loose purple glitter, fake ravens, or faux black flowers. Damned Lewis Crafts for closing down! So I opted for what I coud find. And the pumpkins...only one of them is real, the other is either papier mache stuff over styrofoam I found at the dollar store or pumpkin candles which were also dollar store finds that I smothered in black paint. Glued the creepy crawlies on them and used an old Halloween cape from a costume I had years ago as a cushion. The cape already has a hole burned into the bottom so I'm not worried about the fact that there's now paint on it, it can be thrown in the wash if I really want to use it again. I don't think the craft glue is holding..damnit, so I'll fix them later. I couldn't fit the pumpkin candles into the centerpiece so I'll scatter these around the room at the party.

Here's what they look like...


The white stuff is glue and holes in the styrofoam "pumpkins" that I still have to fill.

Pumpkin candles that look fine on their own...



I still have to buy pumpkins to carve.

Project - Cerridwen's Mug's 6th Anniversary

So our anniversary event is next month, Friday November 9th to be exact. Before that time, I have to get the word out about the event, get all the people that have said they wanted to come out but haven't to actually do so already. Before then, I have to give them incentive to come out. Anniversary events often require incentives of the prize kind so I've spent the past month scouring Pagan, occult and esoteric stores across the city posting up flyers and asking for prize donations.

And what I have so far includes...


  • CDs donated by The Occult Shop and the Wiccan Church of Canada

  • CDs donated by The Occult Shop and the Wiccan Church of Canada

  • A gift certificate from The Eternal Moment

  • CDs donated by The Dragon Ritual Drummers

  • Hand painted clothing designs from Noel of The Alpha-Omega



Stores still to contact well before the 9th...


  • Wonder Works

  • The Ancient Mystic



Hopefully it'll be an awesome anniversary. It better be especially since I completely threw myself into it.

Project - Pagan Magazine

On Wednesday I have a meeting with my new buddy Amanda, the organizer for Hamilton Pagan Pride, her and I are starting a Pagan magazine for the southern Ontario Pagan community and we need to discuss getting this project off the ground. Ongoing, this should prove to be amazing. It's something I've been wanting to do for years, actually the main reason I majored in journalism to begin with. Right now, her and I make a whole when it comes to spearheading this endeavor. She has all the contacts I need to get this off the ground, I have all the journalistic expertise in starting a publication she needs.

Project - Makeover: Mouse to Vixen

There's a friend of a friend that I have, someone I've actually known for a while, since grade school, so literally over a decade. Over all those years, she's always been incredibly shy, incredibly timid, a wallflower, a meek, quiet little mouse. The polar opposite of a loud-mouth bitch like myself. Understanding that, it has been placed upon me, since my friends know me so very damned well, to spend the next week turning this mouse...into a bonafide vixen. If only for Halloween, hopefully it'll inspire more confidence in her life on a regular basis. Costume, hair, makeup, it could work. My main concern is not to scare her so nothing too over the top. We'll see how it goes, I'll update as the transformation happens.

Project - 'Cause When You Don't Know What to Do for Halloween, You Come to Me

And then Daniela wants me to help her with her belly dancer costume. Why does everyone come to me?

All this has to happen before Friday. DAMNIT!
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Fashion 30 [Saturday
October 20th, 2007 at 2:51am]
[ mood | complacent ]
[ music | Hydroid "Incurved" ]

Last Thursday the 11th, I worked this party...

Fashion Magazine's 30th Anniversary

High fashion, champagne and caviar, and people with far too much money and pretension than they actually need. $750 a head.
I got in for free since I was working it, but I spent most of the night dancing and making use of the free bar.

I work for St. Joseph Media, a company that owns a number of Canadian magazines including Fashion and so when the mass company e-mail was sent out about the party and the need for volunteers, I signed up. My original position was to help the DJ which I was thrilled for but then they switched me off to be a floater. It was awkward at first but then sneaking off to sample the h'or deurves and chilling with my new favorite person at work, Lyanne, made it worth while. Flirting with the cute gay boys afterwards, also fun. I was determined to have an awesome time that night.

I ran into Stephen Wong from Project Runway Canada. He's the one you see in the video with the Marilyn Monroe fedora. I wanted to sweet talk him and steal his fedora. He's so cute to talk to.

The boys from Hedley were there, I saw them, didn't talk to them though but I mentioned the fact that they were there to Rob on the phone and he flipped. "Stay the hell away from them!" Apparently the lead is an asshole and possibly a rapist.

So yeah, that night was fun. Working it was fun, flirting was fun, free gin and tonics all night were awesome, the DJ kicked ass, and the taxi tab that charged the $75 taxi ride that took me home from downtown at 2 am to the company was fucking sweet.

Heh. :) I'll write more, I just put more money on this journal so I should write more.

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New favorite quote [Friday
October 5th, 2007 at 1:48am]
"Agoreaphobia is the fear of people named Gore just like arachnaphobia is the fear of Iraqis!" - Pillz-E
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Close Encounters with the Silent Bob Kind [Saturday
September 29th, 2007 at 1:13am]
[ mood | chipper ]
[ music | Lange "Angel Falls" ]

Thankfully the man behind the "fat man in an overcoat" isn't as silent and had a lot to say during his Q&A and book signing at Indigo at the Eaton Center on Thursday, September 27. Including this...

And since DeadJournal is a dumbass that won't embed video, I'll have to do it this way.

CLICKETY CLICKETY CLICKETY.....CLICK!

Please ignore the static buzz at 3:45, I have no idea why it's there as it wasn't in the original. Stupid uploading.

What you don't see here is Kevin talking about how he's recently agreed to direct the first episode of Heroes: Origins and what he originally thought about the show. Something about wanting to do a story with the gay heroes. Which gay heroes? You know, the Japanese ones. He talked about it at this session but it was also talked about at the San Diego ComicCon which you can actually see here...

CLICK CLICK CLICK

I have photos and such which I'll edit and throw up later. Kevin Smith says "hi!" to all the Thornhill and Toronto people who were too lame to show up yesterday. Ya losers...

This is the first time where I've actually cross-posted anything from ElGay.

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To find out if..."an evening with Kevin Smith really is four hours long" [Wednesday
September 26th, 2007 at 7:57pm]
[ mood | sweet! ]
[ music | Angelzoom "Turn the Sky (feat. Apocalyptica)" ]

Kevin Smith promotes his new book "My Boring-Ass Life: The Uncomfortably Candid Diary of Kevin Smith" with a book signing and Q&A at Indigo bookstore at the Eaton Center tomorrow night at 7.

I can walk to the Eaton Center and I finish work at 4.

Sweet!





THE SIGN ON THE BACK OF THE CAR SAYS "CRITTERS OF HOLLYWOOD" YOU DUMB FUCK!!!

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Recap [Wednesday
September 26th, 2007 at 6:36pm]
[ mood | I said I want coffee. ]
[ music | Jay Chou "Huang Jin Jia" ]

I had spent weeks..months..planning for Pagan Pride since I had been roped in, once again, to help organize the event. I was the web girl and while everyone was harping about the schedule, date, and list of presenters hadn't been updated, I couldn't do anything about it since that info hadn't been sent to me...not until about week before the event (last Saturday) and then fixed and updated two days before. Bah! Next time, I petition that all info be sent to me directly. No middle person, just me.

All this planning for one damned day. It was an awesome day though, got amazing photos all of which are HERE, saw a lot of people I hadn't seen in a while. Saw a lot of new people that'll hopefully be coming out to the Mug soon. It's always interesting to see how many use Pagan Pride as their first taste of being to a big Pagan event. It was mine..around six ago. Never thought that I'd be helping to run the thing now.

Again with the fun and the flirting, plenty of flirting, and noticing ex-flings staring at me from a far while I partook in the plenty of flirting with multiple guys. :D The main ritual was pretty awesome, it has to be when it's a Dionysian rite. We're Pagans, we party, we make merriment, we drink wine in public and we aren't afraid to do so. What better way than to honor Dionysus, the god of wine and merriment? And there was an effigy of Dionysus, too. One made of grapes that we all ate and then the effigy was burnt in the fire. Woot!

The bardic came around and I was asked to be a judge, yay! Judging was fun, being around a lot of people that are that like-minded is an amazing feeling. Ever since I left my old coven, I haven't gone into a public ritual in a very long time and I miss that... a lot. I need to find my way back into...something.

In November, my Pagan social, Cerridwen's Mug celebrates six years. I've been spending the past while creating flyers for it and contacting people, sores, and organizations for donated prizes to give away in a raffle throughout the night. I'll be spending the next month doing the same thing. It will be awesome. I look back at the photos I took from our fifth last year and it's insane how things change in a year. A number of those people I personally don't give a flying fuck about anymore for personal reasons and have since stopped attending. I no longer have a co-hostess, it's just me. And since it was my co-hostess that threw together a rather lack-luster fifth anniversary, watch the sixth surpass that by a thousand fold. I have a lot of other people that I can turn to that I'm pretty damned sure will be more than happy to help make our sixth fucking amazing.

Yesterday was the Mid-Autumn festival in Chinese tradition. Also known as the Moon Festival, the Moon Cake Festival, etc. I thought we actually were supposed to do a lot more for it than we actually did. All we did was eat moon cake.

Meh. My inner left ear hurts. It's annoying and making me have very little sleep 'cause pressure on the head makes it annoying. Damnit. Going to the doctor on Friday.

Work is work, I'm compiling a listing of pick-your-own pumpkin farms for Gardening Life online and all of yesterday, I avoided it like the plague. It just seems so awkward making the calls for this but I pretty much finished it today. Bah.

I have a ton of little side projects to work on, aside from my work at Gardening Life and Canadian Family, I'm the layout designer for The Hellenic Way newspaper (the community paper for the Greek community who honor the Olympian gods, a group that I should start learning a lot more from). I'm promoting and getting sponsors for the Mug's sixth anniversary and that, in itself, is a lot of leg work. Rob is throwing a massive three-room all-night New Year's Eve rave at his bar that's supposed to bring in a ton of money and he's offering to pay me to design the promo package for it that includes a club flyer, a poster, tickets, and a city bus ad. All of which will be professionally printed and seen all over London. This is big, normally he only asks me to do posters that I can throw together in an hour. I'm debating whether or not I'm going to recruit design help with this, my PhotoShop skills, though great, are not immaculate just yet.

I want coffee.

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Book happy and...stuff [Thursday
September 6th, 2007 at 1:40pm]
[ mood | working ]
[ music | Office chatter ]

On Tuesday, I was suddenly reminded that this is my first year of no longer having to worry about school, just work. This is the first September where I have a piece of paper that took me four years to get in an expensive frame with my school's name and my name on it that says I don't have to go back. It's a weird feeling, especially after finishing work that day, wandering into the Eaton Center and almost getting sideswiped by the crazy University of Toronto frosh kids on parade. Oh yeah, frosh week! I remember frosh week. 'Course everyone knows it as the freshman welcomer but everyone else saw it as a chance to relax, party and take part in the crazy student federation's brainchild activities before classes began. We never paraded through a crowded mall painted purple, wearing ugly yellow t-shirts, shouting slogans and carrying Greek letters like the U.T. kids, but we had the XXX hypnotist and Humber Idol. I remember it like it was last year.

Mostly because it was last year. I kinda sorta miss frosh. I wonder how the newsroom's going this year. A week or so before, I had a random Google Talk message from my star writer back when I was the Et Cetera's In Focus editor asking me advice on final year electives. That brought me back. I suddenly had a thought about all the first years going in now. Ha-ha!

Back on Tuesday, after staring in bemusement at the crazy frosh kids, I went into Sephora to spend my gift card. Damn, I wish my vain, stuck up elitist self could actually live the life and regularly shop there but right now that $20 gift card was exactly enough to buy me this...an eyeshadow brush. Currently, I can't justify $35 for a single shade of eyeshadow...but one day...one day... I'm going to use part of a paycheck later on and the birthday money I got and indulge the princess that Rob says I am and buy the Coach satchel I've been eyeing, the one that costs $440. And in regards to his question...I never got my fucking tiara! Damnit.

Met up with my buddy Dean from Myspace afterwards for coffee and to pick up a pirated version of Adobe InDesign from him. Interesting talking to him. He's a war resister living in Canada trying to get refugee status. He pretty much said "fuck this war, I'm not killing innocents, I'm moving to Canada". There are a few of them up here. I always meet the most interesting people.

Yesterday, my time of the month hit me like one crazy motherfucker, punishing me for not visiting last month. I felt like crap and the fact that Rob promised to call me the night before and only doing so at 2 am didn't help much. But no, I wanted to talk, and we talked. At work, I was in pain and over tired and opted out of The Birthday Massacre show I so wanted to go to, hadn't bought my ticket yet and knew I wouldn't have fun if I was cought in a mosh pit, jamming to electric dark wave, feeling my uterus implode and realizing that I still had to work this morning. So, no concert for me. TBM are from Toronto so there'll be other chances to go. I spent the money I would've spent on a concert ticket buying the book I've been wanting for a while.

Koushun Takami's BATTLE ROYALE!!!

Fucking awesome book, already read the first part. I'm BR obsessed lately. I've decided that some way or another, I'm going to fashion a costume and be a BR student for Halloween. Perhaps Hiroshi, she was a bitch and had a gun. She's just like me.

Today, work, and meeting with my editor in chief at 3, and then dinner with a few of the girls I used to work with back at La Vie en Rose. We get to complain about how shitty that store was and how our lives have improved since quitting.

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Little luxuries and Samantha turns 24. [Sunday
September 2nd, 2007 at 3:26pm]
[ mood | happy ]
[ music | Frank Savio "Central State" ]

It's 2:20 on a Sunday afternoon, it's an awesome day out and I'm sitting inside, in my pajamas still, eating fresh cut birthday cheesecake, listening to electronic radio and writing this. Joy.

Favorites meme snagged from N on LJ )

Thanks to the one person who wished me a happy birthday on Friday around here. *cough cough* Friday was pretty decent, Thursday was even better. Met up with Adam after work, he bought me coffee and we wandered Eaton Center for a while and he promised me to take me shopping for a present later on. After saying bye to him, I got my makeup done for free at The Body Shop, damn it looked good.

Got 22 people out to the restaurant for my birthday dinner when I made reservations for 20. People brought people I didn't expect and so we were short seats, it worked out ok as those that could stay went out to a bar afterwards. The food at Spring Rolls was great, everyone had a great time, there are really odd and crazy photos floating around somehere, I forgot my camera, so they aren't mine. There was a giant cake courtesy of Mark so that was really unexpected. I remember eating my piece with chopsticks since I couldn't find an extra spoon and everyone laughed at me. I remember getting distracted by a giant tropical fish tank. I remember presents, $20 gift card from Sephora, mango bath stuff, ice wine, clothes, money, cards...

I remember a lot of talk about going to a strip club after dinner and egging the people on that were nervous about such a venture...but that didn't end up happening. I remember hitting the bar afterwards, I remember the drinking, the massive amounts of drinking, the "screaming orgasm" at midnight thanks to Mark. I remember someone saying that it's not a party until someone grabs Sam's boobs and then having over 10 people tackle me to grab my chest for a photo op... GET. OFF. ME! I remember talking to Rose about how dangerous it is for her 14-year-old daughter Diana having the body of a 19-year-old. I remember Spiros finally coming by to the bar and, despite my personal goal to ease up on the smoking for my birthday and therefore refraining from purchasing a new pack for a few days, he disappeared to the corner store and came back with cigarettes and chocolates for me. I remember getting home at 2:30 in the morning and having to find a taxi halfway home.

I remember the night lasting not long enough. I remember time going by too fast. I remember how awesome a night I had despite the shit and stupid people I was dealing with before it. I remember that the ones that are worth it are really worth it and everyone else, water off my back.

On Friday, my actual birthday, I spent all day not doing very much except sitting at my computer before going out to dinner with my family. While at Pacific Mall, my mother asked me to check her lottery ticket and she won $10. Watching someone like her jump for joy in the middle of a mall is one of the weirdest sights to date. She used her winning money to buy stuff from the bakery. We went to the Mongolian Grill for my birthday, the food was awesome again and at the end of dinner, the waiter brought out chocolate cake with a sparkler and the house sound system played Happy Birthday in all its lame glory. I got burned by the sparkler and everyone in the restaurant applauded. Yay..weird.

Went to see a movie after dinner alone since I had a birthday movie pass good for that one day. Wanted to see The Last Legion but that was no longer playing and so I ended up seeing The Invasion instead. I had an hour to kill before the movie started so I moped around Indigo bookstore across the street for a while. I was growing increasingly depressed since I hadn't heard from Rob all day and was under the belief that not only was he not around for my birthday, but he had forgotten to call. Until, finally, at 9:30, my phone rings and it's him taking time out of the loud and obnoxious all-ages show he was working at his bar to head out onto the patio to talk to me. It was great hearing from him and then he put Holliewood on the phone and I got to hear from her, too. Yay! Rob told me about a fight he had gotten into at the bar the night before. Why the hell do the fights always happen when I'm not around? He told me about the present he's sending me for my birthday.

Ever since we first met a year ago, he learned that I'm Pagan and therefore spend a lot of time before saying hi to me researching Witchcraft, throughout the past year, he's kept reading, researching, compiling notes and such all in an effort to learn more about what I do. For my birthday, he collected everything he had into a massive word doc., decorated the pages and even taught himself how to do that, so it was all ready to print into a book. According to him, it took around 60 hours to complete. I haven't received it yet only because it was probably too big a file to send. But still...:D It's all about effort and he's really making up for not being here. And that's what I get for now, there's more when I do see him later on this month.

Finally saw Invasion, it was a pretty good movie, a take on Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Dialog was well written, plot flowed, scenes were interesting, social commentary was also interesting. Only thing I didn't get, if the virus only takes affect after the person's fallen asleep, why did Ben (Daniel Craig) get changed over so fast? He shows up at the pharmacy as himself and then stumbles on the storage closet where all the "changing" employees are and immediately he's infected. When did he get the chance to sleep?

So my birthday became as perfect as it could be and I'm quite satisfied with how I started my 24th year. I'm going to have fun this year.

And when I turn 25, I'll be in Australia...who knows what'll happen then.

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Blind faith or herpes... [Tuesday
August 28th, 2007 at 11:45am]
[ mood | -_- ]

Which would you rather have?


Best of Friends

Tough question...

So, day one of my new position as online assistant at Canadian Family and Gardening Life which is exactly like the position I had before only getting paid and with fewer hours. YAY!

Heh heh..Tenna says YAY! *points to icon*

What I've done so far? Cleared my e-mail, picked up a few new assignments and gone on Facebook, oh, and now I'm writing this. This is me getting paid, people. $20 an hour for this. The server's down, can't get anything done. I've also realized that I no longer have access to their server so that has to get fixed just as soon as IT calls me back.

T minus two days until uber party. Must call up the 21 "maybes" and light a fire under their collective asses so I have a more defined number to make a reservation with. T minus three days until "Teh Big 2-4", must call Rob and light a fire under his ass to see if he'll actually be joining me that day...

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