Random Channel Surfing

The act of existing is both confusing and amazing. Personally, I sometimes find it hard to believe that I exist. I have thoughts and I have feelings and I interact with other individuals. It's all very weird to me. And if you were to remove me, or anyone else for that matter, there would be a great shift in other peoples' lives. We're all connected and that's... bizarre to me. I've been thinking about Jamal today. I know that he and I drifted apart, but, even now, whenever I meet with anyone from the theatre, our conversations gravitate to him. This was a man who not only existed, but was an integral part of our lives for so many years. Most of us had a relationship with him outside of the theatre. Most of us saw him every day. For years. And now he's gone. Gosh, I miss him.

I didn't end up wearing the heels 'cause, first of all, ouch, and second, uncomfortable, but I did meet up with my friends for the inaugural pop-up restaurant din-din and my friends' hot, awesome, nice, smart, and crush-worthy friend was there. We chatted a bit, too, which was lovely and... drum-roll, please: he invited me to his house party on Saturday! I'm legit freaking out a bit because I get horribly awkward around him, to the point I mostly just smile and nod when he's talking to me and 'cause I like living in the fantasy I've built about him and me wherein he's into me, and I'm into him and we slowly gravitate towards each other and eventually succumb to our desires and bang. Kidding. But really, I'm just afraid that the more time he spends with me, the less he's going to like me and it's going to suck big hairy testicles if he doesn't like me back. (Pathetic sentiment, I know.) Look, I'm ready to date, but I don...

I spent the evening with Janis yesterday. She picked me up from work, drove me to her parent's so we could have dinner, and we went to a free comedy show at Yuk-Yuk's. It was a great evening between friends wherein I shared my desire for a romantic partner and bemoaned my inability to like the guys who like me as much as they like me. I'll admit that it was disheartening to hear from Janis that, oftentimes, guys like us more than we like them. (Like, what the hell,  universe?!) Anyway, what brought on this conversation was her father. I haven't seen Mr. and Mrs. B in a long time, so I got the usual grilling that concerned and sweet parents do when they see their child's longtime friend after a long time. And, of course, the dreaded "boys" question came up. "Don't you want a boy in your life? Trust me, you'll want one soon." Yeah. I know, Mr. B. I get. I'm living it. I do want a boy. Nay, I want a man . Maturity, confidence, se...

It's kinda scary that Albertans have two conservative parties to choose from. Isn't one enough? Especially when you consider that one of them is closer to fascism than conservatism. When you consider that the leader for one party has been likened to Rick Santorum. What sickens me most about these upcoming elections is how popular  the Wild Rose party has become. There's a house just outside of my neighbourhood that has always put up PC Conservative placards and propaganda. Every election year, it was the same thing. My family anticipated seeing it and yet this year, the occupants of the house seem to have switched teams and are now supporting the Wild Rose party. *shudders* This is a woman who thinks: The wall [between church and state] should be torn down. This is a woman who thinks: “It is perfectly reasonable (to) expect [university] students to refrain from practices that are biblically condemned, and sign a pledge not to get drunk, swear, harass, lie, cheat...