I sincerely apologize for this page layout I like to call crap. I accidentally, well unknowingly erased the template I created for this blog and it defaulted back to what you are viewing now. Soooo....I have to put it all back together again, which might not happen for another day or so, cause, well I am lazy and don't want to deal with it. Oh, and did I mention that I am under the influence of those three evil letters that make up the acronym for PMS?

UUUGGGHHH!!!!!!!! Something happened to my fucking format for this blog! YIKES! Well, I do NOT have the motivation to sit right now and fix it, I am not in the best of moods. I took too long of a nap today, maybe because I got up at 6am to watch the Tour, which I am happy to say that Lance basically won for the 5th time, today. Naps make me grumpy. I can't go to the beach cause the stupid Molson Indy has re-routed all the streets between here and there, and I don't want to deal with that at all. On Friday I kinda sorta got into a yelling match (me and another bike) with a security guard for the Indy. Myself and the other bike wanted them to know how much we hate the Indy and how much we hate having to scale over three large walls with our bikes just to get home, or to school, or whatever. They have destroyed the bike route for everyone this weekend. Maybe I should watch some really dramatic reality tv so that I can remember that my life REALLY isn't so bad. WHY, oh WHY do we not get the Anna Nicole show in Canada? That would cure me. I need a drink.

I returned to vancouver two days ago, and I think that I have slept about 70% of the time passed. My goodness, my schedule and routines are so screwed up, how will I ever recover? Hopefully I will return to normal tomorrow, I actually have class tonight which SUCKS but also it really good and I am excited to finally get my brain functioning again. If you are living in the Vancouver area, try this Memphis Blues BBQ place. There is one on Broadway and another just opened right down the fekkin street here on the Drive. It some damned good BBQ. Big ass plates o'meat, completely smothered in BBQ sauce with a side of tasty pit beans. It is a little overpriced I think (in the south a plate o' meat is not a rare find, so you wouldn't pay 12-15 bucks for it, but here ya do, it is like novelty food or something, american food.) But if you really like meat, this place is for you-Elvis style meat eaters even have a special meat plate for them, it does cost 60 smackaroos however, but hey, maybe you will have a heart attack, in the style of the king.

Only one more day left on my vacation here in Oregon. I don't want to go back to my life filled with bill payments, deadlines, and instructions however I need to get a good dose of reality. I've started moving very slowly, almost too slow for comfort. Summer school starts, well for me since I missed a week, when I return and the big ugly history books will be where all my attention is paid. For now, I will direct my attention to another beer, a porch swing and a cool breeze high above the busy streets.

Still on vacation, resting after a long and wonderful fair. Spent plenty of time in the sun, drank special teas at night to light my way, and played voyeur to the thousands that flocked into the woods. I am already looking forward to next year, as I always do. Now, back to being a complete zombie.

I posted some great links that I found this morning, but I had to delete it because something was messed up and it wouldn't understand any of the closing tags. So I am trying again. Play a "kill the web designer with a chainsaw" game and explore a great design portal here. Look at pretty photos on a swell site, and for all you air travellers who are not puking in style, check out some hot new puke bag designs.

After a long day of travelling via road and rail, I finally made it to Portland. It is much hotter down here than in Vancouver, there are no ocean breezes to cool me off. So, quite miserabely I sit awaiting dusk and cooler air. It is wonderful seeing everyone that were once so commonly a part of my daily rituals and routines. This city also feels so much smaller now. I suppose it is, I am just so used to seeing the ugliness that is Vancouver architecture, rising from the pure beauty of its land and beaches.

Riding along the False Creek sea wall this morning, I passed two Segways! They are the first I have seen in person and I tell ya, I sure hope that they don't become too common there on the bike paths, because those two certainly did not seem to comfortable nor confident in their abilities to control those high tech gadgets.

Wow, it is a hot one out there. I took a nice, long bike ride to the beach and laid in the sand, watching this dumb ass guy try and pick up all the girls. He used all the really cheasy, poorly recited lines and did everything wrong. I heard him talking to his buddy about,.."accidentally hitting that girl with the frisbee so maybe she will come play with us..". um, what? At that moment I became very involved in my book and pretended I was deaf. Seals were out in full swing today, frolicking amongst the boats and looking for the perfect fish to gnaw on. They gave me an idea so I just had to stop at Fujiya for some tasty sushi and pocky for dessert to soothe my empty tummy. Now, my day has been fulfilled, and I shall return to my first ever sports event that I am interested in watching, le Tour de France (maybe because I fantasize about me being in that race, ah yes...staring at hard asses and legs all day while enjoying the french country side. Wait, but in my fantasy I am in the front, because I will win the race...damn) and make myself a nice, cold mojito.

This Fourth of July weekend (which means nothing here in Canada) saw me consuming many Mojitos, my new summer drink of choice. Our little garden is a wonderfully inviting place to sit and relax with said drink in hand, listening to the neighbor practice his saxomaphone and swatting at the bees that love to fly around my head. I should take my drink to the beach with me. I could probably pour it into club soda bottles or something. Well, now that just isn't safe, drinking and riding bicycles. I have already smashed my face into the cement once this year. I don't need that to happen again, even if it does mean relaxing in the sand, watching the sail boats drift through the choppy Canadian waters of the Pacific, listening to the seemingly millions of seagulls flying around screaming their stupid little heads off while I try to drink my Mojito in peace. Maybe I will stay in my garden today. Oh, and I discovered, once again, that I am not as smart as I look. Read my post from June 16 to find out why.

I had this nightmare of a dream last night. I was walking around the Bellagio in Las Vegas, getting ready to attend this grand, formal dinner with some important people. Unfortunately I only had one outfit, the one I was wearing and it was unbearably awful. Black, fluffy, feathery things..I don't know. But there was this salon that had all these new lines of hair color, really brilliant shades of orange and blue and yellow. So I decided it would be in my best interest to have my hair done, it was only 200 dollars and my gray was beginning to show. So she bleached my hair out and dyed it orange and black, and 10 minutes later the color faded and I was left naked in the middle of this fancy restaurant, with bleached out, disgusting crackhead hair, and the important people. In real life I am not this vain. I promise. I think.

The new G5 is out and my heart is racing. I was planning on an upgrade for my titanium, but maybe I will wait until they stuff it with a G5. *droool* I am taking a small vacation next week and I am so excited-I am not going far but all my close friends will be there awaiting my arrival. I also get to do my annual hippie thing at the Oregon Country Fair (think Burning Man, but in the woods). It has turned into a family event, my father and his gal attend/work there every year. I remember when I used to go hang out there when I was in high school, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone taking a toke of a joint, or watching in awe as the festivities rattled my brain and the naked people pranced around me like elves. Now, as an adult I get to experience the entire thing, from the inside. I have the opportunity to see and do the things the general public cannot. It is the one place that I have been where any person can be what they want. Imaginations can become reality and absolutely anything can happen. No one judges, there are no whispers, only people who love life and do as their heart desires. I actually have a campsite there with my dad and every year I look forward to the mind-blowing costumes and bohemian communities. The sounds of the drums thumping away through the night, dancing in the treetops and finding there way to the most hidden spots in the forest. As most avid fair goers, or "fair families" have said to me in the past, "...inbetween fairs there is no reality, only dreams...the fair is your only true reality...".

It is never fun having to shell out thousands of dollars for a measly english class and design history class that is only going to to last a couple of weeks, classes I should have taken long ago, but NOOOO, I had to keep putting it off. I thought I had paid my summer tuition in full, however I found out today that I only paid HALF(after paying a 200 dollar deposit for fall, plus the 6000 I will have to pay in the next couple of months), thanks in part to previously being wait-listed. 1000 dollars per class. I am shocked. Oh how I really hate not being able to work. (Legally I cannot work in Canada) I never thought I would say something like that, but it is true. It is very frustrating trying to live your life with no real income. I live off of money that I will have to pay back, starting November 2005. Oh my goodness, that is not too far away. Maybe I should just keep going to school. I shall be a student forever!