I just realized, I JUST returned a call from September.
My cousin called and left a message on my voicemail in September after my Aunt’s death. She called again last week.
I called her today to wish her happy birthday and said, “sorry I haven’t returned your call sooner.”.
September?
I believe I’m past that “returning a call” time frame, and it just becomes a call. And rude.
No wonder my family thinks what they do of me.
I better call my Aunt who left a message last Monday.
I didn’t realize that I had my webcam on. Actually, I don’t even remember leaving it plugged in.
Look what I’ve been broadcasting to the world:
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In my inbox tonight I found a message from Classmates.com. I had received an email in my message centre:
Subject: The Good Old Days!
Hi, Cassiopeia. Just wondering if you can remember me? I certainly remember you.
Wtf? People actually used this service?
I was curious. Who was this strange man? Was this a hoax? The name was familiar, but I couldn’t put a face to it. What school had I gone to with them?
Checked it out. It had to be for real. No one could make up those schools, and they were all relatively local so I knew I *must* know him.
I got excited. Was this someone from my past that sat quietly behind me for years, admiring the back of my head and longing to be with me? Now that he had grown up and had become a successful doctor he felt brave enough to say hello. This is like something you only read about!
I started to fantasize….
Back to reality. I’ll admit I was a bit of a snob at some points in my life and have run into people that knew me, but I had no idea who they were. Not that I wasn’t a nice person, I just kept to my clique. And I had a few cliques in my compartmental life. I had those I played sports with, those I studied with and would do “group” projects in Enrichment with, and those I partied with. My life is shit now because I chose to stay closer to those I partied with.
Anyways, as I checked out this guys profile and community, I realized he was a teacher! This was getting stranger. Of course I didn’t recognize the name, I used to call him “Mr.” & “Sir”. Who would expect their Grade 7 teacher to send them an email.
Was it my imagination, or did his message sound a little flirty?
So I played dumb and replied:
Hello. Well, your name seems familiar, but I’m having difficulty putting a face to it. A little help?
Let’s see where this goes…
Actually it’s been 2 weeks since I posted last. Why is it I feel so guilty about that?
I’ve learned to deal with all the guilt I feel in my daily life. I’ve learned just not to give a shit! To shrug my shoulders and say, “deal with it, and it’s not your fault.”.
Ok. I got a little side tracked there.
When I started this nearly 3 years ago, the intent was for me to write. Just write. Write about whatever the fuck I wanted, and not to care. No one read it, and I could have cared less. Since then, I’ve met so many great people in the “community” and changed my direction, only to deal with “critical” local lurkers.
Fuck it. Fuck them.
It took a lot for me to start writing again. I have to remind myself “this is for me”. So all the drafts I have sitting there that never got posted, are finally going to get finished. Maybe 
.
What’s the word on the street tonight? We had a tornado on the East Mountain about 4 PM this afternoon.
The logical people are saying, “what appears to have been…” and “Micro Burst” was a name I heard used.
The story thus far is here.
And then I am hearing others proclaim, “it sounded like a freight train!”. Does anyone really know what happened? I’ve been watching the news (a special edition live), and can’t believe the crap people are spouting. You see, we NEVER get this kind of thing happening in Southern Ontario.
What’s worse is the people that are being interviewed on the news, sound like their stories are growing and breeding with the stories of others. The words that people are using, and their lack of articulation is disturbing. I’m embarrassed for my city.
My recount of the events this afternoon are that I was inside. I walked out about 4:10 PM and remarked that the sky looked darker. I summed that up as being DayLightSaving time change, since it now gets dark at 5 PM. The air was warm and gusty. I was thinking how if it wasn’t raining, I’d probably still be wearing flip-flops. The wind picked up and I thought “my, how windy it is.” 1/2 hour later I heard there had been a tornado moments before I walked outside.
I’m glad no one was seriously injured. The roof that was torn off the school has some children playing volleyball in the gym. I couldn’t imagine had this happened an hour earlier when all the students were in class.
Environment Canada has been sent to the scene, and is looking into what happened to determine whether we really did have a tornado.
Update: Nov. 10 7:30 AM - CBC has released this story. No new insight into the actuality of a tornado.
What did you think you would get?
Today was a perfect example of how you may not feel like going or want to go, but once you have and it’s over, you feel great. I dragged myself to the gym this morning and pushed myself to do 1/2 hour on the elliptical. Surprisingly I then felt good enough to do an ab and arm routine.
Mom had recently found a Thai/Vietnamese restaurant she liked and asked me if I wanted to go have a coffee she raved about. It was closed. It is Sunday afterall.
So I suggested a Vietnamese restaurant that I had been to once before and thought she might like. It’s sorta secret trendy and draws a young crowd. I was craving soup, and they serve the stuff to cure anything.
My mom ordered a noodle soup called in English “Noodle Soup with Duck Leg”. The large bowl arrives and she started trying to work with the chop sticks to eat the noodles.
“Where’s the duck?”, she asked. Suddenly she lifts the noodles and reveals the biggest duck leg you’ve ever seen.
She burst out laughing. I’m not sure what she was expecting. She got what she ordered. Literally, Noodle Soup with Duck Leg.
A night out with a friend who shares the same “fuck men” attitude as I had tonight, 4 pints of a damn good beer, good music at a packed pub, equals a really good time!
Fuck I’m drunk. I’m not a big beer drinker. I mean, I’ll have the occasional pint after volleyball with the team; but to have pint after pint is really not me.
They say if you like Stella, you’ll like this. Jupiler. They only carry it at their chain of pubs and The Beir Market. I’m in. I’m also sold! Highly recommended. Maybe I just have a thing for Belgium beers.
Fuck it. I needed it. It also felt good to have some guys sit down and buy my friend and I drinks and offer to go down on me. Seriously. He lives a block from me and asked us to come back to his condo and finish the 60 of rum with him and his hot friend with a Boston Red Socks hat and a tie.
I had a cigarette. It felt good. Came back to me like riding a bike. Damn.
So a night of good conversation, being hit on by hot university students, and well, getting trashed.
Amen. I’m going to bed.
Rounding out the worst year ever, I broke up with my boyfriend last week. For the last time. It will take a lot to change my mind this time.
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