So last night I went to Diagon Alley to hang with friends and girlfriend in costume to celebrate the release of the final HP. Well, this was after the barbeque thing I had with family friends. Sitting around outside talking religion and Middle East and/or African politics. And it's weird, but it's almost like being in a different culture when I'm hanging out with a bunch of Christians. Sitting there hearing them call me my old name and feeling their expectations on me, and by the end of it sort of going, well maybe I could be who they want me to be. Maybe maybe. Until I remember that I really, really just can't. And not being comfortable until I can go home and change.
Anyway, Harry Potter. Haven't read it yet. Don't spoil unless I ask, plzkthnx. But there was a street festival last night and after I'd gotten home from the barbeque and changed, I caught a bus dispite the overwhelming unhelpfullness that is teleride/the CT website, and went downtown. I found Lacy and co. almost immediately. It was amazing, considering the amount of people that were there. The chances must have been a million to one or something. Found Caro eventually and we shoved our way through crowds, looking at people's costumes and going on a grand quest to find Tracy a washroom. woot. And there were acrobats and it was cool. We stayed till about midnight, when people started cheering and buying books and all that craziness. Then we left. I don't have a book, nor have I ordered one. I'm planning on getting one next week or so, after the insanity has died down slightly, or maybe just borrow it from someone. Not actually that much of a fan, so I don't really care. And everyone there used the right name and it was fabulous.

I should have been at work at six. Instead I went to Caro's dad's house and drank rum. If they aren't going to let me quit and not going to pay me, they should get used to me not working. I mean, seriously, send me my damn money. I bloody earned it.
Went to Heritage Park yesterday with Caro and Sade. Had to get up early in order to do so, but it was pretty worth it, anyway. We did the entire park, which means we went into all of the houses, went on all the rides, poked through all the stores. We were done, and very tired, by about three. It was such a beautiful day, though it got really hot after a while. Still, even in my binder I wasn't dying. I was never once introduced as Bert too, ha! xD
Then we went to Tessa's place for brownies and lime-aid. Did the time-warp, watched my last Fake Mustache performance and then played the question-answer game. Oh, the question-answer game. I'm wondering if I'll be able to look at Roy without giggling madly. More so than usual. >.>
squirrels...
Today Caro and I did basically nothing. We eventually got off our asses and went down to Marda Loop in order to discover that almost everything is closed on Sunday. I did manage to find a jasper worry-stone, which makes me happy. I was sort of looking for one. Then went to Caro's dad's place, drank rum, played the game of life and ate stuff. Caro says next time she'll paint one of the little people markers purple for me so I'm not stuck with the pink or blue conundrum when I play Life again. :)
Also, this Thursday is Fake Mustache, and part of it is the drag king contest for those who've been performing for less than six months. Basically me, and a bunch of people I don't know. Everyone in Calgary (more specifically Red, Tracy and Lacey) come to the Soda Thursday at seven-thirty or I'll hate you forever. You will not regret it.  buaha.

So I started my job yesterday. Had two appointments, the latter of which went so much better even though she didn't buy anything. It was so much fun, too. :D
One more tonight!
Also went to the Queernight part of the Herland film festival. Fun fun. I think I liked the farting one or the sucubus one best. xD
Cutest game ever.

It snowed the night before last. I love snow. It makes me feel so happy. Except it was kind of sleet at first, when I was walking home from work. So it was wet, and I was tired. Nonetheless, I twirled in the snow ala Edward Scissorhands.

Mmmm....Edward Scissorhands.

I love Johnny Depp. He is just so awesome. I can't believe it took me eighteen years to realize the wonderfulness that is Johnny Depp. Even though he's practically old enough to be my dad. Which...is kind of squicky...if you think about it. So I don't, and I'm not romantically interested anyway. More like fanatically obsessed. Slight difference. *cough*

But he's still so amazing. He's nice. He's modest. He's incredibly talented. And still sexy.Did I mention sexy? I mean, what other guy can wear eyeliner and still look completely awesome?

*coughs again*

I saw Rocky Horror the other night. I went with my friends to a midnight show dressed like a pirate. I wasn't the only random non-rocky character there, though. I did see some Trekkies. Anyway, the movie was great. Or just the general atmosphere and the fact that you could throw toast and toilet paper and no one would think you've cracked. I still have rice in my pockets. Lots of guys in drag, too. I like guys in drag. It's kind of amusing, actually.

I mentioned America's Next Top Model in my title, so I guess I'm going to have to talk about it. I like Kim. I hope she wins. Yay for queer people! And she's sexy, too. The episode I just watched was a filler episode, though. It was kind of disappointing, I ran to catch the bus in order to watch a stupid filler episode. My liking of this show has just gotten sadder.

My parents piss the crap out of me. Only sometimes, like right now when Mom's 'confessing,' which means she's saying biblical things like she's got lots of money and that she will always be victorious over 'satan'. And when they speak in tongues. Annoying annoying annoying. You'd think i'd be used to it by now. It's so crazy.

I feel kind of left out of my family sometimes, though. They're all like together and all understanding and shit, but me? I'm the black sheep of the family. The pagan in a perfectly christian home. There are things that they don't tell me, like all the conversations they had with Ben last year that I couldn't listen to cuz it was all preaching sometimes. But ben never emailed me, so I never got news from home. And times when they close the door on me, or told me to sit in my room until they finish praying. In Riyadh, it felt like I was trapped in that corner of the flat, like it was my own special prison because I couldn't belong. I try not to think about it, but it hurts. I understand their point of view, but they will never understand mine, because it's a totally different way of thinking. If they read some of my religious works, they'd just get all 'holier-than-thou' and think it was evil. I'm not even supposed to bring pagan books in the house. They think it will bring a curse upon the house or something.

Shit.

Caro's supposed to be gone all summer too. Well, she was, but she's back now cuz she got kicked in the face by a horse. Ouch. >.< But at least I get to see her tomorrow! Canada Day! We're going to a party, while my 'rents go and praise yahweh for six hours. mmm...maybe we'll talk about sex...

I'm busy looking for a job right now. It is unbelievably boring. Especially the 'online research' part. I'd rather walk around and hand my resume out. Except, of course, that that's not a very good way of getting a job, and then I wouldn't be able to get a job as a data entry person or anything, which would pay more than burger-flipping.

Mmmm...silence. It's so nice to be back in 'civilized country', where there isnt' the constant sound of traffic where we are. So nice, so relaxing. Meh, I can't type well today.

Oh! And they passed the same-sex marriage legislation! I'm so happy!!! xD My parents aren't, of course, but they can just suck. it. up. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Finally, the government did something good! Well, they could have done something good before, I just haven't been paying attention. Politics is usually boring. I can only read about people fighting over stupid stuff for so long.

must go, before dad comes over and reads this.

Stupid closet! It's so dark in here!

 

Have you ever wondered why people say "cafeful!" AFTER you trip? I mean, once you've fallen flat on your face, it's a little late for people to be telling you to be careful. I'm sure it's really nice they care about you enough to give you a little advice after you've broken something (most notably, your pride), but can't we all see how completely useless it is? It's like saying "the kettle is boiling" when you really mean that the water INSIDE the kettle is boiling.
I haven't been writing much because nothing I really want to remember has happened. Mostly it's just school and stuff, and this really embarrassing episode where I blanked out on an essay quiz and ended up writing nothing at all. On a plus side, it's a super-long weekend for us. Three and a half days off! I highly doubt I'll do much productively, although I have written another couple of pages in my novel.
I think I don't love my best friend as much as I did before. It just seems sort of weird. I mean, when I was with her it was nothing special. I was really really happy, sure, but I didn't feel like I was oozing with love. I'd only feel like that when I was away from her. God, it's the prayer call and it sounds like the guy's a dying cat! Or is it a dying cat? I have no idea, but it just stopped. Anyway, about my friend...I don't feel that I love her as much anymore. It's sort of sad, really. But I have no idea what's going on with me. I met this marine at the American Embassy and I got all awkward around him. Do I have a crush on him? Or do I just think that I should because he's a marine and all marines are hot? Just when I think I've got my sexuality sorted out, something like this happens. It's so annoying.
Ok, I think that makes up for all the times I didn't write anything. And besides, I'm having typing issues today and I really think I should stop.
Stop already!