on curses and being hit by trains

i have no job.

this all began about two weeks ago. actually, it began about eight months ago, when i was changing jobs. my former employer had decided to close the shop i was working in, and therefore i was obviously not needed. luckily, i had aquired a second job (at the restaurant) shortly before this was announced, and was able to smoothly transition into only one job once again. and so it was. and it was all sunshine and rainbows (well, figuratively speaking, it was not sunshine and rainbows at all, but its all over now and i don't really want to talk about that), when suddenly, two weeks ago, BAM! i was hit by a train and i lost my job. well, figuratively speaking, of course. the bosses announced that they had decided to close the restaurant. so yesterday was my last day, which means that now, i have no job.

let's just backtrack a little bit here. in the past year, i have held two jobs. and i lost them both for the same reason. now, of course, i have begun to think that i may carry a curse of some sort. i'm sure it's just bad luck, but it is still a curse.

i'm very excited to see what happens next.

may 12. mark it on your calendar.

It's almost my birthday. I like birthdays. I guess.
I plan to do lots of things on my birthday. I'm pretty excited about the whole thing. Although I don't seem to have much to say about it.

restless feet

I am a very undecided person. Very undecided. Huh.

No, I'm not undecided, I just am restless. So I keep making plans. I think that's what it is. I like plans, I wish I could carry them out. Actually, the fact that none of my plans are being carried out is probably what is making me so restless that I have to make more plans. Vicious circle. Incredibly vicious. I am so upset.

On Ballet and Tina Turner

I'm better now.

So I have a plan. I'm going to Whistler. Actually, I've just decided to go get a job on a train, doing all that I love. So I'll be leaving in a few hours I think.

Well, it's been a while since I've been thinking clearly enough to add a post to my blog, so there's probably a bit to catch up on. This past week has been quite exciting for me. On Wednesday a ballet came to town. Yes, a real live ballet, complete with professional dancers and a pompous, yet friendly, director. And I went to it. It was amazing. And I sat in the front row. It was amazing. Then, on Friday, Tina Turner came to town. Alright, she wasn't the real Tina Turner. But she did an awfully good job pretending to be her. I know this because I was there. It was amazing. There was singing. There was dancing. In fact, there were six professional dancers, who were amazing, right there dancing for Tina. Alright, she wasn't the real Tina. But still. And I sat in the very back row. And I enjoyed it. Not quite as much as the ballet, of course. But it was very nice.

I bought some cheese this week too.