Update Pt. 1 - End of School

Ok so this is the short version of what I remember the end of school being: Terrible.

I stopped working out right around the time of my last post, which makes the time I have taken off from the gym ummm, almost 5 months!! I now weigh just under 190. I feel like a fucking whale. I hate it. And I am over it - sort of. I am over it in terms of like going to work out - but i still feel really insecure with the way I look.

Anyways, my internship took a lot out of me because I was bored a lot of the time and I felt as if I was wasting everyone's time and not getting anything accomplished. But I did get something done. Did I talk about the Green awards? Anyways well I finally got those off the ground and got the Western News to do an article on it, and got a whole bunch of nominations and all in all the whole thing went really well. My boss was satisfied at least, and that was good enough for me. It also gave me good stuff for my final paper. Well, I remember that I had to dig because....

I had to dig a lot towards the end. I remember standing in the library talking to some chick and I said to her, "Look, I don't know if I can do this. I don't have anything left to give. I don't have any bullshit left to spew."

And thats how it really was. I handed in papers late, and really half assed everything.

I was going to say that a lot of that had to do with drinking FAR too much over the last couple months of school. There was just so many opportunities. It was so easy to excuse myself, ourselves, my friends and I. We would look at each other and shrug and order another round.

But it was that and work. The bar was killing me but you know how I love money. I was at catering too, but I didn't really find that too be such a bother. I love catering, best fucking job ever. Go in, talk smack to my underlings, go smoke with the boss and leave. Oh and get fed. Awesome.

Somewhere after my birthday (which was a terrible gong show), Stew and I started planning our roadtrip... See part 2 of update....

Poor William

When I was growing up, The Princes of Wales were just as famous as their dashing mother. The Boys are only two and four years older than me.

I remember William being my favorite. He was blond, older, in line for king. We share first names. What more could I want.

But then his mother died and as the years passed, his royal genes became more evident. And as his hair thinned, his redheaded brother started to look a lot better. Once he started getting into pub fights with the pap, and wearing politically incorrect costumes, he got all the more hot.

And then last night it was revealed to the world that Prince Harry had been fighting in Afghanistan for the past two months. Some how the CBC got a n audio clip of him saying something like, "I haven't showered in four days." Oh Harry.
Poor William.

An ode to the Princes of Wales.

Two of my favorite things

Money and Brits

Check out this story: 30something brothers sitting on BILLIONS of POUNDS worht of London real estate.

http://www.thisismoney.co.uk/mortgages/article.html?in_article_id=429894&in_page_id=8

Its weird how two brothers can look so different. Obviously Nick is the hotter one, but I'm sure the other one get enough - he's rich after all - no Super Rich.

I miss my blog

Post Post Modern

If you have 22 minutes and have a good stomach watch this video.

We learn a concept called abjection in my second year theory class. It means to be both attracted and disgusted over something at the same time. They use it to example teenager's relationship with their parent. They hate them but love and need them. Also why babies play with shit - and if you've ever examined a booger or what you've dropped in a toilet. Car crashes too. Dare I say 2 girls 1 cup (thats fucking sick though fo real).

Anyways I present to you Toronto's favorite sons in:

Kenny Vs. Spenny - Who can eat more meat?

Internship - Day 1

So this is just a quick note on my first day of my internship. It wasn't nearly as awkward as it could have been. There was an uncomfortable silence or two, but not too bad.

We had a short meeting where he outlined the make up of the department. He then listed off the things that he would like to get accomplished with my help. So far we are set on writing portions of the PPD newsletter as well as keeping the website up-to-date and working on the Green awards of recognition. He wants to me chair meetings of some sort (I have it written down) and I said I'd love to firstly because it will be more hours for my commitment and second because that is what I need to work on - talking with people I have no personal connection to.

We also toured the new campus rec facility, which was awesome. Got to do some photography and ask questions. Should have thought to steal some pictures. Then we tried to work on a poster, but his computer was slow like death and I never go the chance.

I don't think I'll post everyday, but who knows maybe.

the end...?

My dream boy quit his job at the bar today, so I won't be seeing him anymore.

He texted my at 2:45, when he got home from the bar I suppose, to say that we still have to chill.

His response to my email about about how his poking me on facebook was playing dangerous games with my heart was: "hahahahahahaha"

So, I don't know anything anymore. These be some dark days.

the reluctant post

I don't even want to post today. But then again, I'm not really inspired to post much anymore anyways, so this is as a good an opportunity as any.

The pledge is going terribly. I have been ... smoking? Lets count. Monday I was smoking because I spent the night on a patio and it was nice. Tuesday I only smoked what three cigarettes. Wednesday I went to a party where I didn't know everyone (a birthday for my ex- attended by people in my faculty - I really need to get out more), so me and a friend spent the evening on the deck smoking. Last night I only had two smokes. All in I have smoked something like 15 cigarettes in four days. Not bad but not good. However in my defense this was a heavy party week, I'm really not this popular usually.

Goal for next week - less than 10 all week.

Oh and the carbs - also going terribly. On what was it may have even been Thursday I sat done for dinner and cracked a beer, only then realizing that beer is carbs. Bullshit! I also had a pizza binge on Monday. And a giant slice on Wednesday. BUT all the other days have been ... better. I had a bagel this morning from Tim's because I was near death. I went to a movie on Tuesday and bought almonds and cereal from the bulk store to snack on. I am watching what I eat more carefully, and I think that as time goes by I will be making better choices without even thinking. But I crave it so bad. It will get better. As an alternative to beer I now drink liquor with diet pop. Rye and Diet Ginger. Rum and Diet Coke. I was drinking Gin and Tonics, but tonic is like 24g of sugar a serving, and I can drink oh - 5 servings? 6? Lots, so thats out.

And the gym. Oh the gym. I'm going when I can. I went Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Had to skip Thursday for work and today (conveniently) the power went out just as I was heading over.
I am going to say that my effort affords me a C-. Mostly because of the smoking and the pizza disasters. Shooting a B at least for next week. I am scared for what an A looks like.

Other dramas in my life: Fighting the FIMS office for being dill holes. Oh and the poke guy is at it again. After finally locking him in a box over the break, I ran into his beautiful tan face the first day, first thing in the morning, of school *shakes head*. Then I saw him and some chick flirting it up Thursday night. Then he gave me a hug after work *sigh*. Then, of course, a poke. *shakes head*. I don't know anymore. I put myself out there to him in a email, because lets be serious, I have no balls, so we'll see what happens.

True. I think I feel better. Cheers.

quick post

01.03.08
Today was/is day two of the pledge. I had a really bad day yesterday. Sorta. I went to the gym and did my groceries and made dinner. All things I was proud of. And then I a second helping of spaghetti, a wonder bar and like 4 beers. DAMNIT!!!

This shit is going to be hard!!! I totally forgot about the beer and the carbs until was well into my first one, and then my boring roommate didnt want go to the bar which resulted in us sitting our ass on the couch watching Shooter. Good movie by the way. Hunky Marky Mark? Come on.

I was only supposed to be on here for as long as Piece of me was on. But I'm going to play it again. Fucking love it.

What else. I feel like I am over smoking but I am working tonight and its always bad at work. I am determined not tbuy cigarettes, but I smoked heavily in grade ten with the support of friends. So I guess I will hope that no one has smokes. I think I should be ok. On the 1st, I spilt a smoke with the girl in the kitchen and I got a head rush like I was 12. Not cool. So if that keeps happening I should be good.

I will get into a good blog post this weekend, I just felt i needed to document 2 days@ the gym. *rolls eyes* Shut Up!