Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The last of the Septembers

Emmmmaaaaa. I don't want to jump right back into school, man, and I really can't afford it at the moment. I'm going to lurk through the classifieds for a bit and see what is out there. Athabasca has an online Cultural Heritage Management diploma, so there's always that option.

I am not too upset about having to spend 4 months living broke in Vancouver, but the all-or-nothing context of that discussion has put me on edge. I'm claustrophobic and upset all the time; it feels as if there's a storm brewing at some point on the horizon. But life goes on, and who knows how things will turn out. Not me.

I hear the opening band last night was a pleasant surprise. Frances went from drinking a melancholy beer on our kitchen floor to being all smiles this morning. When am I going to be re-introduced to the new love interest? He sounds like a dote. Anyone who is into pine beetle larvae is a friend of mine.

Jessie is doing this race, it's official. The 430-mile division:   http://www.arcticultra.de/en/

Here's some Helen Hardin to nicely round off this discussion.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Disguised As The Sea

Aw damn Laura that really sucks. I mean good for you for catching a kitten heart but you must be able to find a compromise here. I guess I'm more glad that you'll be in vancouver than if you were going somewhere farther but I know it's really not your city. Dang.

On the boy drama blog thing. I guess I'm sort of in a relationship again. Who saw that coming so soon. I'm sort of avoiding telling people because of how recently the last one ended but I can't see this one dissolving too suddenly. He says he can't sleep when I am next to him.
Besides the goopy romance he is more or less exactly what I need right now.

And I have been having weekly drinks with some girls that I went to school with. Which is really helpful as it's got me thinking about the future and about grad school, things might be moving forward more quickly with that in the next month.

Laura if I you want my opinion you should be applying to school in or around Vancouver. You are going to need to be specialized in something eventually. Even if it's just a French class on the side.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

You may now Instagram the bride

I don't want to make this the 'relationship angst' blog, but a Big Talk went on in this house last night. And the results, shall we say, are not in my favor. Rather than spending the next four months busting a gut hauling water to a pack of screaming dogs, I will be sweating over resumes geared towards finding a job in Vancouver. The conversation went kind of like this:
Me: Well, I have wanted to go work for a racer since I finished high school. This is the perfect time to do it.
BF: I don't want you to leave, I don't think I could finish this program without you.
Me: But I hate Vancouver. And I have no money. And there are very, very limited jobs available for me there.
BF: Well, if you are leaving, then I'm going to quit school and come with you.
ME: That's incredibly stupid.
BF: Well, it's how I feel.
Me: ...
How did this happen? I am honestly quite shocked. It's as if Someone Up There watched the sweat and struggle of an undergrad and thought, 'Hahaaaa, Laura THINKS that at the end of these years she will be free to do as she pleases, but I'm going to attach her to a man with an attractive beard and the heart of a kitten and see how this goes."
I don't really know who is in the right here, but I feel exhausted. And very, very sad.

Also, yesterday I made a baked breakfast pancake with a mound of eggs. It came out all fluffy and golden, but fell almost immediately, Yorkshire-pudding style. So bad times all around.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

A bushel and a peck

Holy moly, is it ever hot here. I am lounging around in my underwear and drinking lemonade, so it feels as though the sunshine is losing this round.

Forgot how much I feel awkward in dorm rooms. This building is filled with guys all doing impressive degrees, but they seem so young in other ways ex. there is a cooking temperature chart taped to the fridge. We appear to trust these men with engineering our buildings and roadways, but not with stir-frying chicken. This morning there were four scuzzy-eyed people huddled around the living room table, picking at reheated pasta and watching Australian boarder agents confiscate mangoes on the television.

5 days until the referendum on Scottish independence. Och aye.

Monday, September 1, 2014

The gap-toothed rapper is back

Welp. Forgot that everyone was going camping for the Labour Day long weekend, and now things are all topsy-turvey. Not only do I not have the keys for my new place, I also do not have an address or any way of contacting Fran. Nor do I know if it's even ok for me to move in, given that the bathroom is being frantically renovated. Shoulda probably planned this one out with a little more foresight.

The last few days have been a blur of eating in tired-looking restaurants and driving over endless miles of highway. We picked the most bear-infested stretch of road to camp out overnight, near a heli-skiing resort on the Stuart Cassiar. Oddly, though, we never had a problem with any nocturnal visitors of the ursine variety. Instead, mice decided to invade, creeping up to the tent fly, worrying away at the zippers, and sitting nonchalantly in our shoes. After breaking camp, we spotted two more bears within a kilometer, so I guess mice weren't the worst problem to have.

Oh yeah. I also spent a day in The Fort, so MAN OH MAN DO I EVER HAVE HONEY. There is a glistening cardboard box in the back of my car, and of course, Joanne threw in a jar for her favorite redhead. So if I end up having to crash at your place for a few days, Ritch, I can pay you in sweet sugar. If that's cool.

Not to keep harping on the relationship stuff, but is it too early to tell you that I thought Myles was kind of lame? All of his Facebook posts were either ironic pop-culture rants or about Star Wars. If it is too early, then oh my god look at this hilarious little cartoon about horrible dogs!


Thursday, August 28, 2014

Chapped chaps

Thanks for the sympathy. I guess maybe pms doesn't help the situation but it's not like I didn't know it had to end sometime. We talked yesterday and he says he just can't see this goig on forever. But I never could so maybe that's where we're at odds. I was happy to enjoy it while it lasted and he was looking at out future.
Do people actually go into relationships assuming that they are going to last forever though? Like 8 months is a long time to be with someone as is. Maybe I'm not old enough or something.

Anyhow everyone is trying to ply me with liquor. Basically I just wanna drink eight beers and doze in the sun on a beach the whole day after. Good thing camping exists.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Men are Dogs

Shiiiit, that sucks. Ritch. All of it, from the blister to the boy. I will ply you with wine in a few short days and we can talk about everything but relationships, if you want. And if you continue to feel super shitty, a doctor's appointment might be a good thing to spring for...

Heading down to the island in the next few days and not looking forward to the drive. Should be in Dease Lake tomorrow, followed by the Fort and then further points unknown. An enthusiastic Newfie will be taking our place, which is good to know. Got my car fixed in Whitehorse in preparation for the drive and provided everyone at the Honda dealership with conformation that I am a clueless mechanical moron. Ate at a baller Mexican restaurant, got assaulted by wind in the Walmart parking lot. Will be sad to leave this area, where there are rivers and lakes and people that wave at you with two fingers when they drive by on the road.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Radio Silence

So I guess I've written on this thing about twice in the past eight months. Just realized I haven't even really checked it since last post.
It's nice to hear your adventures Laura. You sound happy.

I got dumped today, which was a bit unexpected. I've had this really nauseous head ache for about a week and it has been making it hard for me to concentrate or interact properly with other humans (met a very nice bull dog named Stella on Wednesday. We got along). Anyway I guess Myles thought I was mad at him or ignoring him out of spite and came over to end it this morning. I was sort of angry to begin with because despite the fact that I had been telling him all week that I was feeling ill it didn't really seem to register with him.
I'm just writing this down because I know I'm going to be asked why we broke up and I'm still not really sure myself. I thought we were working on communicating but I guess not.

Anyway. Going to a party tonight. Probably not a good idea since I haven't eaten much today but I'm hoping I'll be able to talk about other things to strangers.

Also spent about an hour organizing the poster wall at Open Space which earned me a blistered thumb and too much time to be alone and think

Maybe it's time to think about grad school

Friday, August 22, 2014

Because science

If by some weird quirk of fate you are ever offered undercooked black bear meat and told not to worry about it, trichinosis only affects grizzly bears,
I am serious, people. A woman just came in today and told me that she has been eating rare bear steaks for a year because she believed this snippet of advice from a community elder (she doesn't live here.) Which is startling and worrying. Yes, traditional knowledge has a lot to offer, but don't accept a pronouncement lock, stock and barrel when acting on it can put your life at risk. People are people, and people make mistakes. If you don't believe me, read this guy's story:

Thursday, August 14, 2014

All the good stuff at the very very end

Opened the door to a dark corridor today to find my manager, maniacal grin on his face and vacuum attachment brandished menacingly. But we all know that I deal with sudden surprises in a manner that is cool, calm and collected.

The word on the street is that I got a small scholarship for writing an essay that was utterly off topic and some research work for a nice professor. So things are looking up, but also very busy. There are all these things I feel that I should be accomplishing, but they will not happen without hard work and the time and motivation is not there, man. For example, apparently Jon is a killer filmmaker. And web designer. And carpenter. And photographer and researcher and historian and cook. All of these things I have learned through pure coincidence, so who knows what other talents are yet to be discovered. I have four years to develop some type of competency in life. This is one of his completed projects: http://avenuehistory.org/.

A group from Washington came through the museum yesterday. One of them, a wildlife biologist, was quite put out that he wasn't able to find a book of Mammals of BC and and/or buy the wolverine skull we have on display. Actually, I was kind of taken aback by the book thing as well. Anyway, turns out that both of the guys had worked for the Smithsonian for years. After working in a tiny museum, I'm not sure how well I would function working in a larger institution, where there are rules and people have assigned roles. One of the charms of this place is that you can move from exhibit design right into squirrel trapping and no one bats an eyelash.

I miss you girls. It is my hope that the mental vibes I have been sending the two of you will pay off some day and I'll awake to a flood of posts and adventure updates. 

Why is it raining so much, all the time?