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I actually haven’t slept since Friday. Well, I “passed out” for about three hours on Saturday night, but that doesn’t really count because I was still drunk when I woke up. For some reason, I always find myself incredibly anxious and unable to relax when Sunday rolls around. There’s no reason for this whatsoever. I literally lay in bed last night for seven hours watching the minutes tick by on my alarm clock. I didn’t fall asleep once.

 

It was a good weekend overall. On Friday I went to a random party with the boys, in hopes of meeting more boys that weren’t skeetbags or homeless. No such luck. This is how my ever-so-tactful roommate introduced me to Chef’s friend from Iran:

“This is Candice. She’s what we call in Canada a whore.  If you’re lucky, you’ll be balls deep in ‘er by the end of the night.”

 

Thus on the way to the Martini Bar he tried to hold my hand and then continued to mack on me for the evening. Fortunately, I conjured up all the charm I could muster and spent the evening dancing with my old college friend. He’s a cutie, and a talented musician. I’m not really interested though as I seem to only have crushes on assholes.

 

Saturday night I went to Ani’s place with the writer folks for some beerz. I drank a bottle of homemade wine by 9, then demanded that Lottie pick me up a six pack on her way over. Um, drunk much? We went to a show at the Rockhouse but I don’t remember if it was good or not. I do remember falling down and I do remember trying unsuccessfully to make Ani’s cute friend dance with me. Ow, my life.

 

Oh yah, I went shopping on Saturday too. Check it out.

 

 

I haven’t worn a skirt since New Year’s Eve 2005. I figured this was a good “office clothes” investment as well as something that can be skanked up for downtown by adding the black tights and low-neck shirt. It worked well.

 

 

ALSO, HUGE investment was made yesterday in a brand new friggen BED. A pillowtop one from Sears. OMGGG!!! I can finally upgrade from my fucking college decor (i.e. a single bed with a sleeping-bag style comforter). It cost me a fortune but I’m super happy about it.

 

 

I also went the extra mile and bought this incredible set:

 

 

 

MMM, I’m so old. ALSO, isn’t this the cutest thing you’ve ever seen in your life?

 

At Guides tonight, the head leader announced that we will be having our sleepover on the 21st of March. My immediate reaction was to mentally run down through my list of planned social activities for the next month while frantically thinking up an excuse not to be there. Unfortunately, the 21st seems to be the only night I DON’T have anything planned, at all. On other days, there’s a friend’s Birthday, Let’s Rock Poverty fundraising, possible Heavenly Creatures fundraising, Beerfest, moving day, etc. Thus my Saturday will be dedicated to adolescent girls whom all dislike me which may or may not have something to do with me still not knowing most of their names.

 

I brought the wrong lunch to work today. I hauled the tupperware container out of my purse and noticed that the contents inside were indeed not the shape of a peanut-butter-banana sandwich. I opened it to find a bunch of rotten pineapple chunks instead. You’d think I’d notice the weight difference, eh?

 

I worked out SO HARD at the gym yesterday that I effectively sweated off my mascara. Now before you get your dr’ars in a knot, I don’t typically wear make-up to the gym. I always scrub my face beforehand and I don’t care how much I sweat, but I absolutely REFUSE to go out in public without mascara. I have become so attached to this type of make-up that it’s really just a part of my face now. Trust me, you do NOT want to witness a redhead not wearing mascara. My hair blends in with my face and I look so washed-out that it’s like I’ve been injecting heroin into my veins for the past five years.

 

I finished reading Greg Mortenson’s Three Cups of Tea today and it was probably one of the most incredible, inspiring stories I have ever read. Mortenson is a man of miracles for sure, and his work is nothing short of epic. I’d like to think I’m always open-minded about other cultures, but this book offered me a whole new perspective on the Muslim world in the Middle East. Mortenson’s philosophy, in my opinion, is the only right philosophy: education can save the world and prevent terrorism, not warfare. I’m sharing this book with everyone, because I think this idea needs to be spread.

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