Just one more week to go. The first wave of deadlines have come and gone, and the second is just upon us. I’m quite pleased with myself for having completed those projects and managing to sneak in a few hours of sleep here and there.
Yesterday, it was my turn at collecting cans around campus to fundraise. It was probably the nastiest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. It was wet, and sticky, and it smelled like garbage. My partners in crime, Jojo and Mondo were a big help. And I really have to give props to Jo for her relentless bare-handed tactics, and her suck-it-up attitude. It would’ve taken Mondo and I the whole night to maneuver all the cans with our paper towel-padded hands. In the end we collected 4 huge garbage bags full of beverage containers, and our grad fund is $18.50 richer.
At least now I know I’ll never make it on the streets by collecting cans. I guess there’s always prostitution.
Afterwards, we had dinner and did what we do best: hang out at Jo’s, watch a sad movie, and eat popcorn. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
Filed under: My Friends, Triumphs & Heartbreaks | Tags: birthday, friends
My good friend put in perspective for me that I am now a quarter of a century old. Pretty soon I’ll have to start lying about my age. I’ve never been crazy about my own birthday. Other people’s birthdays, I can be happy about.
When I was younger, it was about how many people would show up to my birthday dinner, and how many presents I would receive. (After-all, how was I supposed to know I mattered without receiving materialistic goods wrapped in a bow?) Now it is more of a nagging reminder of how I’m supposed to be better than I was a year ago today. And how many personal achievements I have bagged for myself in the last 365 days.
In my opinion, I’ve done alright.
My parents still love me despite my impossible behaviour. My cousin is still adamant about calling me every year. And my friends still make time for me on a school night.
And that makes me feel pretty darn special.
Filed under: My Friends, Triumphs & Heartbreaks | Tags: friends, friendship, gay
Today I got a phone call, and the caller ID showed a very curious number. I picked up and it was my good pal Mildew calling me from Paris, where he’s doing his fashion design internship.
We talked about friends, relationships, school, and work. We talked about fears, insecurities, and inappropriate dreams. And we laughed. I was genuinely eager to share with him what has been happening in my life just as he was with me.
I miss how easy it is to be honest and frank with him.
It feels good to know that while we are in different places in the world, and experiencing different experiences in life, we haven’t grown apart very much, if at all.
He was still the timid, chubby 7th grader with a bunch of neurosis.
And I was still the timid, chubby 7th grader with a bunch of neurosis, who never quite realized he was all of those things.
I’m proud of his achievements of late, and I look forward to the day we live in the same city again.
Last night, amidst the unusual heat, I had an unusual dream about one of my oldest, and best, friends Mildew.
He calls me to meet him at a place that could’ve been a train station of sorts. He tells me that he’s decided to pursue his fashion designing career somewheres other than Vancouver. He wanted to let me know and say goodbye.
We chat about his future, and in the background his father says it’s 11 and they have to leave now or the train/plane/whatever transportation means will leave without them.
Mildew ignores him the first couple of times and finally says he should go. We hug, and I remembered thinking, how weird, we almost never hug. And the few times we did, it always felt awkward.
I wished him luck, and he left.
And I remembered feeling sad.
In reality, Mildew set off to London for his fashion designing education 2 years ago. We weren’t at our closest then – I had my boyfriend, and he had his (whom I was not particularly fond of); I just started school, and he was about to start; I liked my new friends, and I didn’t like his.
So I didn’t let on that I was sad to see him go, even though I was.
It’s not something I think about too much, if at all, now. But some days I miss him. It’s not very often that somebody comes along and makes you feel like you can do the worst thing, and their opinions of you would stay the same because they have gotten to know you better than you know yourself.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: friends, museum, science world, whacky pictures
Once again, my weekend has come and gone, and I’m left only with fond memories of afternoon naps and buttered popcorn.
But Mondays are never quite as bad as I anticipate them to be.
Ge uploaded some pictures we took on field-trips we went on about a year ago. Good times.
Yeah we’re kinda awesome like that.
