Life to you is a dashing bold adventure
It all piles up at once, doesn't it? I am looking at a busy couple of weeks in a ddition to the week that has just passed. Aside from a new semester dawming tomorrow, Trent is down with his wife and 1.5 children. My landlady has asked me to look after her cat, which she completely panics about. I have rehearsal tomorrow night and intend to see Bill Bruford's drum clinic at the Ridge Theatre on Wednesday. Must remember to bring my copy of Red for him to sign. And then there is a tonne of little things beside.
One ineteresting thing that always happens when I try to go back to church, and I have been trying, is that everyone suddenly seems to need me elsewhere or other things pop up at the same time. I don't go to church and things are kind of dead. I start attending and WHAMO! The worst of is when people tell me they need me to do something and then call me at the last momment to cancel. As i take transit this can really screw me over.
I am hoping that a job I am applying for will pan out. The job is $40,000- $48,000 a year looking after the security and parking issues surrounding a major campus in the Fraser Valley. If it does work out I will move to Langley and be able to get a car/motorcycle. I still intend to return to school, however and would just be using the job to further that end. Since my landlady is considering selling her place, I hope it does pan out.
The title of this post was from a fortune cookie at my table on Friday. Apparently it is pretty common, but I know the line best from the Faith No More song "Land of Sunshine" from Angel Dust. Mike Patton apparently culled the lyrics together from fortune cookies and from Scientology's personality test.
I had an old lady (70+ is my guess) from the Phillipines (she looked and sounded like a Filipina anyway) lecture me on the bus that I had to get married and have kids. I was reading one of my Ex Machina comics on the bus and she asked me if I had bought it for my kids. I just shook my hy head and she looked shocked. She looked at my left hand and asked me why I didn't have a wife. I just said that overweight, underpaid ,comic reading geeks who rely on transit and obsess over music don't get to have wives. As I was leaving the bus she tugged on my jacket sleave and admonished me to go get a wife.
Any volunteers? Didn't think so.