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I am so mature. And yesterday, I celebrated my newfound maturity by getting on my bike at 1am and going home... granted I was a bit tipsy, and my bike has bad brakes and no lights, but hey, at least I didn't get disgustingly drunk, tell everyone what was wrong with the world, proceed to completely embarrass myself, and then pass out in an alcoholic haze on my friend's couch.
Here's to small victories. posted by Alleen at 11:20:21 AM
Thursday, November 27, 2003
Well... nothing to report really.
I'm reasonably content, nothing is stressing me out, I feel like I'm achieving things, nothing weird or creepy on the love horizon... things are, in general, okay.
My brother sent me an e-mail which for some reason, I found really amusing. So here you go.
So they tell me you want to go to the Golden State over the winter holidays.
Well here's three tips:
1) LA is utterly impossible to get around without a car - even with a car it's a real chore. Basically there is no functioning public transportation, the cabs are rare and stick to only certain areas, nothing is close to anything else and everywhere cool is only four blocks at most from an area that is hazardous to your health. This of course leads to the next tip.
2) Go to LA with the parents - this is about as much fun as urethretis (which from past and current experience I can tell you is a royal pain in the ass - except it would be better if it was in the ass because no one needs to crap eleven times a day). That said there is the unavoidable fact that you have to be in Orange County come December 27 and you probably want to see some of LA having come all that distance.
3) Here's my winning idea - San Fran is paradise for the carless - cheap public transit, everything within walking distance, subways galore (and these are the kind without that annoying pissant Jared) and as safe as any US city gets. But how does one get from San Fran to the South - well I'm glad I asked - you can either fly (and if you fly into John Wayne Airport, which is close to the wedding) you can get a really cheap fare - I mean European fly to Paris for the cost of two dozen crullers cheap. Or you can take the train - which takes about 8 hours and drops you off in South Central LA - but I hear is a fantastic trip.
So my itinerary would be Amsterdam to Toronto until Christmas - believe me Christmas sucks if you're alone - there's sweet f.a. open (even in the make a buck US) and a hotel on Christmas is about the saddest place on earth (Home Alone 2 is the biggest pack of lies since the Warren Commission report and remained so until Colin Powell's testimony to Security Council). Then fly into LA with Mam, stay in LA for two days - i.e. leave the morning after the wedding - hop a plane or the Amtrack north to San Fran spend 3 days there (I can give you the name of a cheap, happening hostel). Get your ass back to L.A. - watch the Rose parade on New Year's Day (Mam will still be in town). Fly back to Toronto with Mam and then off to Amsterdam.
This way - your friends see you in TO from 20 - 26th; you fly with parents (which means they cover the cost of the trip); you see the wedding; you escape the parents and spend New Years in party central SF; you make it back to TO on Jan 2nd and spend one or two days reminiscing with pals and then off to the grind.
Your plan means Christmas alone, 9 days trapped in LA (where by the way there are no decent hostels or affordable hotels and believe me I looked) and then New Years in TO - which is cold and sucky as compared to SF which is rainy (so you feel at home) and has no last call (added bonus - no smoking so the bars are actually clean enough to breathe in).
"Scientists report that penguins began squawking in anxiety as they lost sight of the sun."
I love you, BBC.
This is the kind of Monday morning that makes me deliriously happy... I woke up early, but hung out in bed until 11:30am, finally got up to an empty house, then drank my morning juice over happy emails and BBC News.
All made possible by work being cancelled for the day.
That's it. I've absolutely had it with being a walking disaster for the past few months.
New resolutions:
I will drink less. I will worry about stupid things less. I will try to actually finish a project I start. I will figure out where I'm going next and how I'm going to get there. I will have good reasons for the things I do. I will let go of stupid grudges, pointless anger, and obsessions that irritate even me. I will stop mocking hippies, poets, and people who are grossed out by Jackass. I will stop watching decorating shows on BBC. Fuck DIY. I will learn from my mistakes.
