Its even better then port alberni, but yeah.
We've volunteered at pow wows and now a drag race, which looks promising, except its really funny. I was talking to my dad last night, and he briefly mentioned i have family here, in this town of 1500 people, named alan p. and i asked a bunch a people yesterday about him, and they all went crazy and started saying "oh yes i know him", so thats that.

I bought danny deckchair for five dollars in marathon, a city about an hour and 20 minutes away.


And now i am just waiting for the shower.

no working out

So for some reason I thought it would be a great idea to show up two hours early at Sabo's place. I'm in victoria for two days and have so far spent the most of it sitting on doorsteps (or in this case patio area littered with cigarette butts and mountains of empty beer cans) waiting. I even brought her a tall double latte, which she loves and I really dont.
Anyway your town sounds vaguely like Port Alberni, but with beaches. Really can't believe you will be here in 3 weekish. Can we make the rule of not inviting Sabo's nasty acting friends over? It looks to me like all they do is smoke and drink beer, but I guess I haven't been in the house yet

Hey there,
i'm now living in a town of roughly 1600, and the town next to it is then roughly 800. The mill shut down ages ago, and now 60 percent of the town is unemployed. Its a weird place, never gets hotter then 25, intense fog, beautiful beaches called northshore, private beach, and pump something or another. Its crazy fog always, and i was working at a golf courses yesterday it the backdropped looked like fucking new zealand.

It took 24 hours to get here.
shit man.

Good job on the couch.
Ill talk to you soon!! calling or such.

Part II

and we met this guy named Nikita who kept going off about his ex-wife and their 2 1/2 year old daughter and how this one time he was really drunk and he thought it would be a great idea to make Sleeman's honey brown floats (as in with ice cream) but it was "atrocious." And we ran into these two other guys who invited us to a party at Blueberry lane, and after about an hour of stumbling around the face of the mountain in the pitch black we discovered didn't even exist. We saw the guy later and he remembered my name, which was nice I guess. Come to think of it, we met a lot of guys and only one or two girls. I guess everyone was drunk and horny and sticking to the opposite sex. Rachelle was a bit of an idiot and didn't actually bring a tent, and didn't tell me so I couldn't bring my own. We ended up building this fortress type thing out of a massive tarp, plywood we found in the forest, rope normally used in heavy-duty fishing situations and the doors of two matching Mazdas.

The next day I blew my nose and a dust bunny came flying out. I haven't been so dirty since the last time we went camping. Even if the Aussie staying at Tyson's place informed us that you couldn't get as dirty in any other part of the world than in the jungle of the Amazon. Fine.

He was actually pretty cool. They are couch surfing across North America. They are getting a ride sometime this week from a band that is driving to Toronto, and then to Montreal. Yesreday they hitch-hiked to Tofino.

I am thinking more and more about doing that kind of trip, like starting off somewhere and seeing where I end up. I have decided to wait until I am 22 though, by that time I will have my first degree and hopefully someone I trust who will go with me

Yes, I am keeping safe. Almost too safe since I can't seem to wake up until like 11 on the "weekends"

The day I was supposed to hit up Cat Empire I woke up and went to work as per the norm, and almost as soon as I got there I was reeling around in pain, trying to get work done before running into the bathroom for a quick up-chuck. So I called my boss and went home and had a hot bath and a short nap and ended up good as new. (thank you baby jesus)

Anyway the concert was mind exploding and Rachelle got molested by like 8 guys, which made her feel good.

Hey you... I agree, that piece of art should be framed.
Lately here, it's been going by really fast, my favorite job ever is comming to a end, though i am excited to go out for lunch with them in a bit this afternoon. My friend, kathryn, is leaving today to go back to ontario for her mutha's wedding, but then she is going to try and meet us on the grey hound going through thunduh bay, about two hours short of our final destination of our last katimavik rotation, three weeks there. And then poof! home sweet home.

But that's next week.
This week is just finishing up work, volunterring for set up of the yellowknife's folk on the rocks (helllllllllo grant lawrance and basia bulat!) and just, hopefully enjoying the good life.

Ive been climbing mountains, getting offers of fresh lettus from co-workers, meeting people from vancouver who want to open co-op coffee shops? and hes 19 like us? super? and seeing this shawn desman looka like on the streets, rollin' with the aboringinals.

You should see the backyard here, we deck it out with fairy lights and silver stars, and yesterday was dance day,mostly because this song:


started out the party.

Can't wait to see you, keep safe!!

Listening to some good loud African beats while my bro pretends he can play instruments. I got the card version of this painting and I think we should stick it on the wall at our house, possibly in a frame. I was just watching that episode of Friends where Joey and Chandler go to buy a new kitchen table and end up just getting a fooseball one. I can totally see us doing that, although I don't think Zoola would be for it. She likes order.

I think this artist is from Vic anyway

SHOUT OUT TO KATHRYN CALLAHAN!

Oh you know... I'm just here filling out two seperate writting notebooks with information for my life. Like you, (i don't know if you have a random notebook where you write everything in, kindof like a agenda, but it's more, but i have one of them PLUS, my date book, that i got from my host mom in montreal, showing pretty pictures of the area i lived in. I have to remember to write her a letter before katimavik ends. Or even after katimavik, that would be nice.)

As i talked to you last night, you know the major events happening in my life. Such as the brick throwing? Not so much anymore, but the thoughts are still there, considering shes a ________ and had to not approve out time off until the very last moment, and the cp sounds a bit like a ______ so, short story shorter, we havent been upper up to our learning outcomes lately, and didnt get time off. But we are trying for it this weekend.

I googled our victorian home. It looks beautiful on google maps. Street view.
I'm at the library right now, just finished watching a couple sean desman videos and laughing out loud.

I'm thinking im going to say fuck it to going to the pool for my free time, actuallly, i could prolly do both, do both posters im suppose to do, swimming, working on mapping out the regional areas, scripts and doing a shortlist of businesses that we could use. See, this katimavik keeps one busy.

I was reading a article on cbc today about one of the katimavik guys that i met in montreal getting quoted!! i was like hey!!!!

But yeah. Shit needs to get done.
Miss you so.

ps i laughed at your post
my mom called me last night, and the one favorite brother i wanted to talk to wasnt home :( he was zip linning.

I Listened Like A LIttle Child

Shark. I saw your brother Levi yesterday at the festivities wandering around in his stupid gumby suit with a two litre bottle of root beer and a sign that read "free hugs" We couldn't figure out who it was for a long time until he stood calling teeson's name and T was a little freaked out, so I went over and stretched out my arms and he goes "No, I want Tyson." Let me tell you, my feelings were a little bit hurt. Anyways I eventually got a hug so it was all good. Even though he had portable speakers in his suit playing "Sexy Bitch".

We also saw Dayne doing unspeakable things with his girlfriend, both of them wearing monkey hats from Coombaya.

All in all, it was the worst Canada Day of my life. It was freezing and raining and everyone was smoking something or other and at one point I was biking across town wearing an outfit assembled entirely from male friend's sweatsuits, the pants being designed to fit a twelve year old, or Brett.

How are you? Done throwing bricks? I was in the SOS today inspecting furniture and kitchen crap and I nearly purchased some fruit-shaped ice cube trays for $0.49 each, but I got distracted by this chest that looked like it had been dragged from the bottom of the sea. I think the biggest problem will be fitting my books somewheres.