If I love you, what business is it of yours?
-- Johann van Goethe

roflcopter

I laughed at the message Tracy just sent our little group of galpals about Sunday plans:

"Hey Ladies! Mia came to work and scared the crap out of me yesterday, lol. So we realized that we are due for some Indian food."

Clearly I've got mad ninja skills.

Tracy's the best because for the past almost 10 years now, instead of being confused by my shenanigans, she's been amused by them. I only realized it'll be a decade of knowing each other as I wrote that. I should, like, buy her a star in the sky or something.

When someone else believes in me part 2

I should just make a journal of compliments I receive. Maybe it's vanity, but just feels like love to me.

Mia: Alas when it comes to music, I'm not instinctively good, lol... oh well, c'est la vie

temeriti: Sure you are. :)
You're Mia.
You're annoyingly good at everything.

Someone who believed in me when I didn't.

Mia: This isn't gonna end well...

Adrienne: How do you know you're going to lose before you start playing?
Kind of giving up before trying

Mia: I'm down by quite a few points, darling.

Adrienne: I don't know the score, but I'd bet my money on you.

Vore Diem, baby!

I took the Wen out to brunch for her birthday, which was awesome because Wendy is awesome and one of the absolute smartest people I know.

Only minutes after getting home I got Jess asking me to go to dinner, something I'd promised to do a while back but hadn't gotten around to scheduling.

Jessica says:
pft...you're just being uncooperative
Mia says:
I've been told I am that.
Jessica says:
when a pretty girl offers to buy you dinner shouldnt fight so damned much

Looks like I'm not getting anything done today. Marketing can suck it. And this band that Marc Dude introduced me to, '3', is absolutely fan-fucking-tastic on many levels, just like My Brother From Another Mother.

I'm trying to knock out the sun

What a fucking night.

I left band practice and ran to minimize my lateness as I met Berrt by the Chinatown gates. Without a plan other than to grab a bite, in order to satisfy my longstanding curiosity, we ended up going to the buffet that's located in the middle of the main road. It reminded me of the Chinese buffet my childhood friend Louka and I would go to as kids, no doubt annoying the hell out of the other patrons as we 'stealthed' around playing our spy games. Even the jello tasted the same, pure gelatinous sugar with a thick crust top.

When no more food would go in, I let Berrt know he'd have to take me out for a walk now. I nudged him in a particular direction for about fifteen minutes before he asked, "Where are we going?"
"To the Jacques-Cartier bridge. I've never actually walked on it." He acquiesed in that way that Berrt often does, and we made our way along de La Gauchetière and then up to the bridge's path, the scenery around de Lorimier reminding me of a time three years before when I passed by the area daily to go home to my apartment in the Plateau.

I was taken by surprise, the bridge was shaking under our feet at the passing of cars and trucks, giving the impression that the whole structure would collapse in the event of a big enough rumble. The view was beautiful, the whole glittering city, and we made it above the river. It was getting cold, freezing point, and I was under-dressed for the occasion, feeling this would come back to bite me later on.

We walked for 2 hours and eventually made it back to my car, I drove Berrt to Andrei's and went home. I put on an episode of True Blood and fell asleep around 3am, only to wake up at 7am, unable to fall back asleep, I was coughing and clogged, a cold was definitely upon me. I tossed and turned for an hour, then came online to talk to Ted, whom I knew would be around to sympathize. Around 9am I went back to bed and finally fell into a good sleep, but a sleep full of vivid, fucked up dreams. I dreamt I was sliding down a long peer on a boogieboard, only to find a 300 foot tall wave at the end, coming my way. I dreamt of being in a strange restaurant, serving stranger food. I dreamt that my parents and I were driving along a cliffside and went over the railing, plunging to our 1000 foot doom into the ocean.

I woke up, much later than I would have liked, but still feeling tired. The only good thing was I wasn't coughing anymore. My immune system had probably spent those hours fighting whatever was in me earlier.

Now, shit, I just feel like playing World of Warcraft and listening to Buck 65. I'm doing the latter but I gotta finish my programming assignment, put a nice shine on it so that I get an A. No plans for tonight so I might as well get as much done as I can, since I'm seeing Wendy tomorrow afternoon and Iza in the evening.

When you're Gone

I'm such a sentimental sap, I left this message from Nick open for the past 48 hours just to occasionally look at it:



Nine months have gone by since he left for the other end of the world, and I think of him often. Today, Shivaree's 'Goodnight Moon' comes on my playlist, the jazzy bass riff and the line 'And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone' make me think of him.




It's 2pm already and I have to pack my bags to head to my cottage. I like my parents' friends, so I'm going to go hang out with them for the weekend(well, with my parents too).

You know what? I'm in a Kill Bill kinda mood today.

Whatever that means ;)