As expected, skydiving was postponed. It's amazing how many people are happy about this. There are so many dangerous things to do, yet people are worried about me hurling through the air towards the ground. Go figure. Needless to say, I am pretty disappointed.
Plus, my motivation is crashing. I've started on the downward spiral towards being lazy. I haven't even registered my car yet for the next year, and it's due tomorrow. I got to get my shit together, I can't keep letting people bring me down with their carelessness, selfishness and stupidity. It's starting to rub off.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Free Fall.
So tomorrow, for my birthday, because I'm so intelligent, I am jumping out of an airplane. Unfortunately, it is supposed to be rainy and thunderstorms. I was told today that you can't get struck by lightning when you are free falling. What a relief!
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Anyways, it's going to be interesting. It's going to be a hard birthday present to beat!
The only problem with this whole idea, is that I have had a week to digest the fact that I will be jumping out of an airplane and hurling towards the earth voluntarily. That's not the problem though - since the weather is crap tomorrow, we have to call right before we leave. So tonight, I won't be sleeping, and thinking about my last day on earth. However, they may tell us tomorrow morning that the weather is too terrible to go, and it may be postponed. This would SUCK! I would have to re-digest this idea and go through the lack of sleep once again.
Eeek!
I will be wearing a diaper. I think a great business plan for a skydiving company would be to sell $5 diapers. They would make so much money!
On another note, I just wanted to discuss my last week of unemployment. In a nutshell, it was frikkin awesome. Ha, I'm also applying for unemployment for extra cash flow, so I don't think I will go going back to work any time soon.
Last week, I spend at least 20 hours total at Snug Harbour. I love that patio.
Thursday, I went out with Jon for dinner, and was spoiled with delicious Italian food in Oakville.
Friday, made a cheap dinner and went and strolled around Toronto, meanwhile stopping at Milestones in Dundas Square. Walked around Nathan Phillip Square and got Brandon to do some illegal activities. Muahahaha. Missed the subway, so had to take a bus alllllll the way back to Yonge and Finch. Brutal.
Saturday, made a delicious meal (only took 2 hours), packed a picnic and drove to Wasaga Beach. Took gin, tonic and limes, and Brandon was so fly that he went to Burger King and purchased (??) ice in cups so we could drink on the beach. 2 very strong drinks later we were both feeling pretty good! We had our picnic, debated staying in town and drove back to the city. Brandon was passed out beside me, lightweight. Ahem. Stopped by Milestones and had another drink and caught up with ian. What a wonderful person.
Sunday we went for breakfast (mmm studly) and met his family at the Yacht club and spent the day drinking, and boating around lovely, and clean Lake Ontario. Had dinner as the 13th wheel, and enjoyed my lamb and corn soup-esque meal. Drove home and relaxed until I passed out.
It turned out to be a pretty solid weekend.
On top of that, I found a sublet for my room.... excuse me for just a moment.
(YESSSSSSSSSSSS I'M FINALLY OUT OF BITCH CENTRAL WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) SCREW YOU DOUCHEBAGSSSSSS. I HOPE YOU GET DOUCHEBAGGED>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Urban Dictionary writes: DOUCHEBAG
Someone who has surpassed the levels of jerk and asshole, however not yet reached fucker or motherfucker
Wikipedia writes: DOUCHEBAG
Douche usually refers to vaginal irrigation, the rinsing of the vagina, but it can also refer to the rinsing of any body cavity. A douche bag is a piece of equipment for douching—a bag for holding the fluid used in douching.
A combination of those 2 things, express the people I have been dealing with for the last several months (stupid and dirty), so as you can imagine, I am SO GLAD TO BE OUT WOOOOOOO.
That is all.
Birthday weekend!!!!!! So pumped.
....................
Anyways, it's going to be interesting. It's going to be a hard birthday present to beat!
The only problem with this whole idea, is that I have had a week to digest the fact that I will be jumping out of an airplane and hurling towards the earth voluntarily. That's not the problem though - since the weather is crap tomorrow, we have to call right before we leave. So tonight, I won't be sleeping, and thinking about my last day on earth. However, they may tell us tomorrow morning that the weather is too terrible to go, and it may be postponed. This would SUCK! I would have to re-digest this idea and go through the lack of sleep once again.
Eeek!
I will be wearing a diaper. I think a great business plan for a skydiving company would be to sell $5 diapers. They would make so much money!
On another note, I just wanted to discuss my last week of unemployment. In a nutshell, it was frikkin awesome. Ha, I'm also applying for unemployment for extra cash flow, so I don't think I will go going back to work any time soon.
Last week, I spend at least 20 hours total at Snug Harbour. I love that patio.
Thursday, I went out with Jon for dinner, and was spoiled with delicious Italian food in Oakville.
Friday, made a cheap dinner and went and strolled around Toronto, meanwhile stopping at Milestones in Dundas Square. Walked around Nathan Phillip Square and got Brandon to do some illegal activities. Muahahaha. Missed the subway, so had to take a bus alllllll the way back to Yonge and Finch. Brutal.
Saturday, made a delicious meal (only took 2 hours), packed a picnic and drove to Wasaga Beach. Took gin, tonic and limes, and Brandon was so fly that he went to Burger King and purchased (??) ice in cups so we could drink on the beach. 2 very strong drinks later we were both feeling pretty good! We had our picnic, debated staying in town and drove back to the city. Brandon was passed out beside me, lightweight. Ahem. Stopped by Milestones and had another drink and caught up with ian. What a wonderful person.
Sunday we went for breakfast (mmm studly) and met his family at the Yacht club and spent the day drinking, and boating around lovely, and clean Lake Ontario. Had dinner as the 13th wheel, and enjoyed my lamb and corn soup-esque meal. Drove home and relaxed until I passed out.
It turned out to be a pretty solid weekend.
On top of that, I found a sublet for my room.... excuse me for just a moment.
(YESSSSSSSSSSSS I'M FINALLY OUT OF BITCH CENTRAL WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) SCREW YOU DOUCHEBAGSSSSSS. I HOPE YOU GET DOUCHEBAGGED>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Urban Dictionary writes: DOUCHEBAG
Someone who has surpassed the levels of jerk and asshole, however not yet reached fucker or motherfucker
Wikipedia writes: DOUCHEBAG
Douche usually refers to vaginal irrigation, the rinsing of the vagina, but it can also refer to the rinsing of any body cavity. A douche bag is a piece of equipment for douching—a bag for holding the fluid used in douching.
A combination of those 2 things, express the people I have been dealing with for the last several months (stupid and dirty), so as you can imagine, I am SO GLAD TO BE OUT WOOOOOOO.
That is all.
Birthday weekend!!!!!! So pumped.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Fine.
Someone has informed me recently that I have not updated this in a while. I looked, and it's been nearly 2 months. Ohhh, what has happened in the last 2 months? More valid, what has NOT happened in the last 2 months?
To sum up, I am getting screwed by people left right and center (not the good way).
You know those times in your life when everything seems to fall apart simultaneously? Well that is my life right now. The good part about this stupidity I face, is the fact that I have the money, the time (since I got fired today) and the freedom to do whatever I want, wherever I want.
I'll be going skydiving around my birthday next week, and I think plummeting towards the Earth with give me the perspective to make a solid plan. My life would be become incredibly straight-forward and easy if I die. As much as I dislike numerous people, and numerous situations I find myself in, I do not want to die. If I did, I would feel like I did not live life to its fullest. Maybe I will move to Australia or Europe for a year, maybe I will find a roommate and live in Toronto, maybe I will fall in love with a random person on the street and get married in Vegas. So many options! Maybe I will do all of the above.
I basically want to scream FUCK YOU to a half-dozen people, and poop on their windshield.
This is a blessing in disguise. I was informed that I am a confident person. And non-confident people are intimidated by confident people. But no, I WILL NOT be taken down to all of the half-dozen people's crappy-life-level, and will use my termination from my work and the kicking out of my apartment by the 2 biggest bitches I've ever met to IMPROVE my life. Because hell, I deserve better!
Cheers to picking yourself up and pooping on people's windshields!
*clink*!
To sum up, I am getting screwed by people left right and center (not the good way).
You know those times in your life when everything seems to fall apart simultaneously? Well that is my life right now. The good part about this stupidity I face, is the fact that I have the money, the time (since I got fired today) and the freedom to do whatever I want, wherever I want.
I'll be going skydiving around my birthday next week, and I think plummeting towards the Earth with give me the perspective to make a solid plan. My life would be become incredibly straight-forward and easy if I die. As much as I dislike numerous people, and numerous situations I find myself in, I do not want to die. If I did, I would feel like I did not live life to its fullest. Maybe I will move to Australia or Europe for a year, maybe I will find a roommate and live in Toronto, maybe I will fall in love with a random person on the street and get married in Vegas. So many options! Maybe I will do all of the above.
I basically want to scream FUCK YOU to a half-dozen people, and poop on their windshield.
This is a blessing in disguise. I was informed that I am a confident person. And non-confident people are intimidated by confident people. But no, I WILL NOT be taken down to all of the half-dozen people's crappy-life-level, and will use my termination from my work and the kicking out of my apartment by the 2 biggest bitches I've ever met to IMPROVE my life. Because hell, I deserve better!
Cheers to picking yourself up and pooping on people's windshields!
*clink*!
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