cloud_riven: Cute cigarrette box and coffee cup, with smiley faces, holding hands! Adorable! (caffeine/nicotine = OTP)
My drawer sounds like it's falling apart. I'm certain that I wasn't dreaming about the /crack/ I woke up to. When I get back from work, maybe I'll unstuff it of the backlog of games to play. Some papers are falling around the place due to furnace winds (what else do you call wind generated from a windowless room?). This is irking me because I'm a heavy sleeper. I'm a bit worried that I'll sleep through a tornado or earthquake—like an uncle of mine once did back in Zacapa—but only be jumpy enough to wake when my possessions get crushed along with me. Ah, priorities. I need to grow up.

At least it's not rats or ghosts making the noise. I almost thought it was until I remembered that the first one can't penetrate this province's borders.

On the topic of ghosts, I had no idea that the city had a pair (a couple I should say) of paranormal investigators. They're adorable. And a younger paranormal society (their website has flash now. AMAAAAZING). They meet up at the Where Faeries Live shop. I get books and incense from there, so I'm kind kind surprised it took me this long to even figure out societies hung out around them. Still, I wonder if it'd be okay to just drop in on a meeting when I finally have a day off. I don't have anything extraordinary to contribute on my end, but I'd really like to hear about local's experiences, opinions, and whatnot.

Also, I finally got Left 4 Dead 2. It's nice. Nothing particularly noteworthy about it other than new special infected, but it's nice. I mean, the first game's idea was simple enough to grasp. Get from point A to point B, don't die, don't let everyone else die, escape after two tanks, you win hooray. There's not much to really expand on that in my opinion. But it's nice.

I hate playing online though. Admittedly I'm not a good player, but I'm not an incapable one. It's like it's an almost binary group: you're either amazing or awful. The former's intimidating, and the latter is frustrating to work with. Somehow I run into both and they're always very serious to the point of advocating that having fun is a bad thing. I think it's probably about time I actually made friends on Steam. It's lonely.
cloud_riven: Stick-man styled Apollo Justice wearing a Santa hat, and also holding a giant candy cane staff. (Agatha)
Me: Is that all for today?

Caller 1 (Calgary): You betcha.

Caller 2 (Edmonton): You betcha!

Caller 10 (Grand Prairie): You betcha!

Caller 25 (Airdrie): Youuuuuuu betttttttchaaaaa!

Caller 53 (Prince George [lol wut]): YA BETCHA :D

I swear, I never thought Albertans could be so annoying by uttering that single phrase. At least they don't say "y'all" very often. It wouldn't be so grating if I didn't have it fed directly to my ear via a headset. If I come across this face-to-face, I will mangle a hamburger to represent my valid irritation.

I finally finished reading Hitching Rides with Buddha after delaying regular reading sessions for months. I wasn't expecting the ending at all, and even though I know that the author is successful and very well off today, I still wanted to crawl into a corner and cry. No, it wasn't a depressing ending, just a melancholic one that almost makes me want to rethink any urge I have to travel on my own. Maybe I'll just make sure that I know as much of the native language of wherever I end up in before I migrate around the world. That seemed to be one of the things I noticed seemed to cause a bit of hiccups in the book: a language barrier.

By the way, what the hell am I doing on TinierMe? There is nothing to do but fish, but I keep coming back for that stupid coin bonus. And the pretty avatar items. Which, by the way, I heard are older and less detailed than the Japanese version... It's not even a good Gaia clone, but why do I keep coming back? D:
cloud_riven: Stick-man styled Apollo Justice wearing a Santa hat, and also holding a giant candy cane staff. (gotcha!)
The Olympic torch passed through Edmonton today. I was lucky to get a window seat at work to see the runner holding it. It was from too many floors up to make it worthwhile, but it was cute to watch for the few minutes it took for them to exit my view.

I've been feeling kind of drained for a while now. Not too sure why I am, but I keep sleeping past noon and eating a single bowl of oatmeal as my source of food for the day. Well, the poor diet is an obvious clue. But I barely feel like doing anything energetic—a shame since the weather reminds me of spring lately—or productive. I'm a bit behind in fandom too as I haven't caught up on things like Mentalist, Umineko, or even dtoid. My sketchbook hasn't even been touched since Christmas, so I better get in the routine of drawing on a daily basis to at least improve this year, but I'm just too tired (for no reason) to do so. All I do is sleep, eat one meal, go to work, then go to sleep. I think this is really just the result of not having a school routine to accompany that.

To do for tomorrow: Set alarm and run/jog by the high level bridge. Energy get?
cloud_riven: Stick-man styled Apollo Justice wearing a Santa hat, and also holding a giant candy cane staff. (... ... ... Eh?)
I hate Edmonton. Not all the time. Sometimes I remember my obligatory need to fawn over the city I grew up in. Then I also remember the several reasons why I'd love to just ditch Edmonton, and even move to the enemy known as Calgary. Forget the homely nature of this city, the multiple festivals (I wonder if there are any running right now), and even our apparent scenery; I want the convenience of living closer to the border.

Today's special overused reason to leave: The WEATHER.

By March, one could expect the snow to become a wet mash of bugs, dirt, and ice. Not here. I just took the shovel out awhile ago to re-shovel the snow that some awful draft of wind decided to fling back on the sidewalks and driveway. If I stick the shovel into the piles left on the sides, the barely five inches of a four foot shovel are left visible. I could probably kill myself if I fell in my own backyard. Within two days there'll probably be another random snowfall, and I'll have to clean it up. Within an hour the wind will pick up and hurl everything back. And then I'll cry.

If I lived in B.C. I wouldn't have this problem. Sources tell me that the land of Asians, nude beaches, backyard grizzlies, and humidity doesn't even get snow. What they get is one day of slightly-colder rain passed off as Winter.
Actually, if I lived in Calgary, I wouldn't have this problem either.
What I would get is a mountain view, reminding me that beneath the chill and beyond the uncouth, there is a reason to make the effort worth staying.

Also chinook winds. The founders of Edmonton missed the memo on this, and built the city just far enough we get no mountains on the skyline.

Anywho, I have some vegetable seeds I just bought. I wanted to try my hand at crafting life from the ground. One of the packages indicate that I need to germinate it six weeks prior to spring. Isn't that in a couple of weeks, spring? Riiiiight.

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