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music: "brassneck" - the wedding present It's wonderful when a book makes you want to get up and go into a used book store and rummage around the dusty caverns for an hour and a half. This has been the case with John Barth's End of the Road. I have not been this infatuated with a writing style in a long time. And it also helps that I love the smell of used book stores; they embody that basement odour that reminds me so much of my childhood. I love basements. To those cultures and countries whose architecture is deprived of a basement, I apologize. I mean, where the heck do the kids in these countries go to play video games or look for old retro clothing? What an international injustice. Today has been an accomplishment of a day. I believe I smiled at over five strangers on the path. If this doesn't reek of crazy-stalker girl, I don't know what else does. I'm attempting to smile a lot more to see if this has an effect on other people. I think it may be working because people actually smile back, save for a few individuals who have been informed that it will be the end of the world if they choose to show any sort of emotion whatsoever. In other news, I got a phone call from the coordinator of the internship of which I am waiting to hear details from, and it turns out the person who is responsible for making the decision is conveniently away. This does not bode well, considering I have to get my booty out of this apartment by August 15, and I have to work out travel plans for either option (the other being Vancouver) in a jiffy. And the later I must wait, the more costly my travel options become. Fact: Did you know that it takes 52 hours to take the bus from Calgary to Toronto and that it costs a whopping $326.00 one way? Compare this with the three or so hours it takes to fly there on WestJet at less than 2/3 of the cost. Sure, taking the overland route "lets you comprehend the vast distances we have in Canada", but COME ON. You do it once on a trip intended for this purpose and that's enough. After eight hours of any scenery, no matter how breathtaking, you're bound to get a bit itchy and the odds of pummeling the passenger beside you out of Greyhound My-Freaking-Leg-Room-Is-Being-Invaded Fury increases tenfold. If that's not masochism, I don't know what is. Deep down inside I think I'm hoping I don't get this position. But I've also tried to analyze my thoughts and wonder if maybe I'm just trying to prepare myself mentally for rejection, maybe I feel as though I will have too many expectations put upon me, maybe I want to take the easy route out and just try to work things out in Vancouver for myself. Either way, I'm sure to figure it out. Oftentimes I've found that the times I've least believed in myself, I've conquered all odds and at least made myself happy in the end. I think I will look into the mirror and smile. At least I'm guaranteed the other person will smile back.
And I feel fine....... - 2004-02-23 |