Taking the good with the bad
I catered to the “childhood” challenge which was about making a journal entry with a quote about my childhood. I thought of something positive for once… Sort of…

I mean, it’s actually kind of wistful if you think about it. “Remember when making friends meant simply asking?” I have few friends, but the ones I still have I’ve had for years and years. Jhez, I met you at your house because one of the other neighbour kids said “oh let’s meet the new people!”. As adults, we don’t do this. They do in small towns, but sometimes we end up calling it “weird”. This is how me and Linds became friends. First day at school she said “want to be my best friend?” and that was pretty much it.
I think that’s probably why I don’t make new friends because now it takes actual work. I hate small talk and feeling awkward so it generally goes the opposite of how I want it to be. I kind of wish it was just as easy now. Maybe it could be. We’re all so afraid of offending people that I don’t think adults have ever simply asked a stranger “want to be best friends?” Kids don’t care about offending people. Sounds ass-backwards, but maybe the world would move a lot smoother if we did the opposite of what we are trained to do.
And we played a lot of sailor moon.

I was feeling really awful that day so the “real” journal entry is hidden inside… I just took a photo because I think the page just looks nicer without the colour saturation of the cards.
So yesterday, between class-related sorrows, between anguishing over UPS and why anyone anywhere would ever ever ever want to send anything through them if the package isn’t going to a business, between stressing about work, stressing about upcoming family events, between getting overdue bills from a government that doesn’t seem to know what’s going on… we had a little fun!
I went on a date (I call it) at the PNE because John got a BOGO coupon for fair admission which is awesome because I really didn’t want to pay $40 just to get in. Call it strange, but I’d never really been to the PNE before. I mean, I think my mum took us to see the lumberjacks once, but that’s just what happens at fairs; we go in, look at one thing, and then leave. I don’t remember anything else.
I ate some seriously overpriced food, had those little donuts people keep gushing over and you know they were pretty darn good! I also had poutine for the first time in my life yesterday and I can’t believe I never tried it before! MY LIFE IS A WASTE… I could have eaten hundreds of poutines by now. :D
We opted to watch the talent show instead of the superdogs, just because it was closer. I pet a bunch of barn animals, watched pig races, and visited candy mountain where we got free Jelly Beans for risking our tongues to try flavours. We’d get a secret flavour and not know if it was going to be good or really bad. John had to taste one to find out if it was coconut or baby wipes. I got lucky, it was either berry or toothpaste. I don’t think toothpaste would have been so horrible. Luckily, it wasn’t skunk spray.
It was only a little sad watching people on rides because it’s just too expensive to go. But the truly sad part of yesterday was that, because of UPS lying to me and making me go straight home on tuesday for no reason, I didn’t buy any film for the camera I wanted to use at the park. The toy camera that takes wide angle photos and makes lovely colours. Would have been perfect. But no… thanks downtown vancouver for endless streets of junk stores, dried food stores, and antique furniture stores… none of which sell useful things. Like film. Or necessities. So I was denied that.
But it was fun anyway. It will give me something nice to think about while I puzzle over government financial threats (I’m already only earning like, $8000 this year… how poor do they want me to be??) and the likelihood of never getting a package I bought and paid for b/c people keep using UPS (it boggles the mind!).
It’ll work out in the end.













