And by rubbish, I mean the year 2008. It was a pretty unreal year. I’ve had to deal with impossible projects, difficult individuals and a reunion that I wish never happened! OK world, you’ve done your worst. I think I deserve some reprieve, and darn it, I’m going to GET it.

All the best for the next 365 days. All the best for 2009!

I like to think of myself as a decent person, but like anyone else, there are times where I really reach my limit. Times like when a venue (say, the Gladstone) chooses to launch an art exhibit in one room and carry on another loud event (say, Karaoke) in another. This is especially brutal when people sing terrible songs during said karaoke. That is just NOT RIGHT OK?!

Also not right: unisex bathrooms in a dark hallway located in same venue. Hearing pop music being further desecrated is terrifying enough. I really don’t need to be leave a washroom stall only to run into a boy pulling up his jeans. Apparently the universe disagrees, and off-key Britney Spears does not constitute enough human suffering for one night. While it was bizarre in parts, it was fun overall, and my main regret was not buying this crazy shirt. I think if I had to describe it according to genre, it would be surrealist postmodern hipster.

R. & I spotted this beautiful dress at the fair and when we found out it was 1500, he took 3 pictures of it and said he would sew it for me (I know! I have it pretty good). So we decided that instead of exchanging Christmas presents, we’d get a sewing machine and make projects. I’ve wanted to make a quilt for a while now, so that’s something to look forward to in the new year. Now if only I could put together computers like he does… I think we’d be even.

I still want to make a gingerbread house before we leave though… maybe not quite like last year’s… and hopefully it won’t meet the same demise. I’m leaning towards a gingerbread village. Tonight we watched The Number 23 followed by The Hot Chick and then half of Babe before stopping it because was getting too sad. The part where the puppies get taken away is KILLER. I know that this isn’t much of a post, but I figured I’d publish something akin to stream of consciousness… And considering I got 5 hours of sleep, I think this is pretty eloquent.