:: Friday, March 28, 2003 ::

The Queen of Putrescence

It's happening again...

My room smells like ass.

As I sit here writing this I'm sure that at least 75% of the smell is coming in my window - a combination of that springtime Vancouver stench and perhaps a little ganj-smokin' on the part of my downstairs neighbour. I can't seem to escape the smell. If I close the window there's no ventilation from the inside smell. If I open the window, I'm assulted by the outside smell. I'm just gonna keep my fingers crossed that by the time I'm done writing this the boys downstairs will be sufficiently ginsberged (ooh, Kaitlin, our verb!)... then the window might provide some salvation.

I went for a nice job interview today. Really, it was nice. It took an hour and a half to get there, seeing as UBC is in the middle of God damn nowhere, but it was worth it. I'm not sure how it went, I won't be shocked either way, but it would be nice to get it. I'd get to spend my days driving the "River Queen" around the harbour in Steveston, giving historical tours. I would also get free whale watching all summer. Not to mention, working for a nice small business as opposed to a big evil impersonal corporation. Like I said though, I'm not sure how it went, so the latter might turn out to be the case.

These entries are degenerating into play-by-plays of the game of my life. I haven't had any deep thoughts lately. I'm wandering around in a semi-comatose state. I think it is time for this term to be over. My brain needs a rest.

:: Katy 12:30 a.m. [+] :: ::