THUMBS UP!

I am loving Muse right now.

Now for something completely different:

Yesterday after a ridiculously long day I met up with two of my good friends, Claire and Alice, at Claire’s apartment. We talked about the same old stuff: school, classmates, squirrels etc. We debated where to go and headed to the Wreck Room because none of us had been there and on Thursday they have $3 drinks. When we got there it looked kind of sketch and there didn’t seem to be any lights on. The three of us stood on the street corner looking like confused Swedish tourists. It didn’t help that it was only 9:30pm and no one goes to the bar that early. We decided to search for a small pub.

Of course we ended up at the James Joyce. It’s this small bar on Bloor that I have been to way too many times. The bouncer knows me and I don’t get asked for my ID. I never intended to be a “regular” at any bar. I especially didn’t want to be a regular at the Joyce because there other regulars are 50 year old men. Not really my demographic. Oh, and everything on their appetizer menu had potato in it. The irish eat more than potatoes...ok, not really.

Well, that is beside the point. The point is Claire and I had a brief but enlightened conversation about drinking. Yes drinking can be enlightening. Claire and I agreed that we have reached the age where we like to have a drink to calm our nerves and relax. We’re not talking drinking until we feel no pain emotional or physical, but just a nice drink after a long day. It can be nice to have a glass of wine, a simple gin and tonic or a beer on a hot day.

I turn 22 in a week.

Jeff Spicoli: All I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and I'm fine.

My life is in shambles. Shambles I say!

I’m trying to plan my future, which could either consist of grad school or teachers college. I have no clue. I could also end up homeless or spending the next year overseas teaching people English as a second language. At this very moment I am completely uncertain.

To be honest I never pictured myself over the age of 25. I was always sure I’d live past 25 but could never picture what life would look like. Would I be pretty? Would I be rich? Here’s what she said to me: NOTHING!

I just spent $11 dollars on a Wii game called redneck jamboree and the controls are as stupid as the game sounds. I got frustrated playing it. I rented it for the laughs and hoped some of the mini games would be amusing. The game was neither funny or fun. It didn’t provide the laughs.

Other than my video-game purchase slip-up I am trying to get my life in gear. Looking at schools, applications and exercising (for the first time since high school). I want to run a half-marathon. Nothing epic; I’m not an iron man. I just want to accomplish something and I figure a marathon has a start and an end-point and that is some structure I can get behind. I’ll never have the body of a pro-swimmer I just don’t want to look like a bean-bag chair stuffed into a spandex suit. Just picture it and sit with the image a bit.

Moving on… I’ve saved up enough to go to England this winter. I haven’t told many people about this prospective trip but it has been in the works for a couple months now. I will talk about it more once I have actually purchased the plane ticket.

This is the end of summer and by the looks of it many summers to come. For the first time in my life I feel like I’m an adult and that I have life decisions to make. Wouldn’t it be nice to just wake up with a Pulitzer and a million dollars in your bank account?