A simple life

It doesn't just rain in Prince Rupert.   It feels like being swallowed up in gray and wet.   I think some people consider it cozy.  I think most of them must live in Prince Rupert.   I tend to believe that normal people think its rather depressing.  Rather dissapointing.  Rather wet.  Rather would live somewhere else.

okay okay, Prince Rupert has its perks.  There are those few moments in between the gray and wet where a lighter shade of gray breaks through and gives you some hope...  Should I expect more than just a brighter shade of gray?  I guess you take what you can get.

Im not depressed today.  Its just so gray.  Its Saturday and its slow.  All the people I want to be around me right now are thousands of kms away.  I miss people.  Not that Prince Rupert isn't full of people... just not my people. 

I'm not really sure what Im trying to say today.  Xanga entries have been slow and few.  I've been uninspired.  Mostly drizzled on.  Not much to talk about but the weather. 

and just for the record: Money sucks.

Soap Box

First sip:  Glorious.

Last sip:  Something akin to dirt in stale pseudo milk product.  Becoming less like gloriousness and more like bowl movement in a cup the cooler it gets.

So RJ, tell us.. Do you like the cold coffee at the bottom of the cup?

hm.

shit happens

Lately, its been all about poo.  I work with kids, so the poo thing is pretty much inevitable.  My young charge in the Kindergarden class had a tummy ache today.  He's been trying to find excuses to leave the room so I decided he was lying and so we didn't go to the bathroom.  He looked at me within a few minutes of this decision and I realised that maybe I had been wrong.  We rushed to the toilet where he told me that it was gonna be a Number 2.  Great.   He sat there for a while.. pooing.  I sat with him and we chatted.  Then he says "ok, I'm done."  "Groovy.  Wipe up and wash your hands."  "My mom usually wipes me." "I'm not your mom.  And kid, you'll be hard pressed to find many people at your age who will do that for you."  So, RJ the teacher of amazingness taught a kid how to wipe today.  An odd thing to teach.  I can't lie.  Who remembers learning this?!

My other charge, a young punjabi girl with autism, was more than inconsolable when she came to my house for tutoring.  Her tummy hurt too.  Golly Gee!  I wonder what this could be about!?!  WHOPEE! are my thoughts. Sure enough, she was having some issues with the number 2ing.  Sat in the bathroom screaming for about half an hour.  Heartwrentching it was.  No, seriously.  I had a pretty deep revelation because of it.  If you ask me sometime I'll be more than happy to tell you about it. She finally was ready to leave the bathroom.  She stood up without wiping!  "Uh, girl... sit down there and finish up."  "What?!"  "Yeah, wipe."  "NO!!"   So, yet another lesson in wiping.  

Beware people.  I'm getting the distict impression that not alot of kids are taking care of 'bizness' The way they should.  I'm prett nazi-esque about handwashing though, so most of the kids swarming me are fairly Klingon-free.  Here's hoping.

Who knows.

You dont get a whole lot of thinking done sitting alone in a basement watching TV.  The same thing happens everytime you see a new add... "Meh, probably doesn't work.  Probably just another dumb thing for dumb people to buy." (dumb)  You all know where I'm going with this.  Should I have spent the last few months doing more than watching TV, my mind would be in such a state as to describe cleverly just how Mr. Clean's eraser changed my life.   I would be able to use big words and pass myself off as somewhat intelligent.  As somewhat non-apathetic (because we know that apathetic people don't use big words) As someone who, between running off to the gym, preparing for a succesful career with spare time to pursue interesting hobbies like kayaking (and drawing. hm.)  would have a few minutes to jot down her thoughts on cleaning products.  "How magnificent!" the townspeople would cry. "This is what she writes about cleaning products! Imagine what she could do with something that matters!?"  Making peasants rejoice.  Ah, my goal in life...

And yet.  All I will say is:  The Eraser thing? It rocks.  Erase anything. I dare you.  Seriously.  Magic? Like, totally. 

I've been spending embrassing amounts of time on the computer lately.  I've joined everything it seems... xanga, facebook, myspace, WAYN.. flickr.  Geez, too many!  I can't keep up.  Im starting to look at my life and wonder where its all going.  This little box holds all the time in the world...

My friends, I want to move back to Vancouver.  I desire it, and so... I'm considering Middle of March as my triumphant return.   I realise that I've been away too long and long distance relationships just don't last forever.  It is time for me to stop avoiding life, stop staring into boxes.. and get myself a life.

That is all.

Why dont I draw more?

its such a waste.