Well, I’ve been happily moved into my new apartment. I’ve been busy getting all hooked up, and spending a lot of time here. This is a place I will stay in for years and years. I hope. I think I’m done tromping around the country. And it’s a really nice apartment, there’s so much room! I’m still amazed at that. It really is a home. It’s way nicer than my old place. I’ve been running around unpacking and generally getting the place in order. Cleaning. Finally my dog has calmed down enough and is just napping on the chair. The animals have had a rough time settling in. Sometimes Schrodinger wanders around crying. Poor kitty cat!

I am really liking living here. So far I’ve had three visitors come see me. It’s a nice space for hanging out and feeling groovy. And creative. There’s nice energy in here. I got plants the other day, some ivy, some gerbera daisies, some thing called a Ponytail. It’s funky looking.

It’s kind of weird finally being here because I’m probably going to stay here for a very long time. I can’t envision losing this place, it’s so cheap for what I get. 530 a month for a decently sized apartment!

I’d never get this kind of place if I lived in Vancouver. I’d never be able to afford this place either if it wasn’t a co-op.

Co-op living!

In 45 minutes my mom is picking me up to have dinner with the grandparents. I think I’ll bring Mister. He’s looking depressed, sitting on the chair.
There, I just took him for a walk. He’s perked up. Poor little dude.

So the mover fucked up his back and they couldn’t move me today. Tomorrow at 10 they’ll finally load up all my stuff and take it to the new place. Of course the bed is taken apart and so I have to sleep at Mum’s.

I went and saw the new apartment, it’s very cute and exciting! There’s a small kitchen and a dining room and a big living room and a largish bedroom. And a storage room, which is really a ROOM. I think the animals will be very happy there. In the storage room. No, they get the run of the whole apartment. Schrodinger will be an apartment cat again, he’ll be so grumpy. And it’s not too far to get Mister out and onto some grass to have a poop.

We’re going out to get him some new squeaky toys and stuff to say Hello to the new apartment with.

I met my neighbor already, which was nice. They only do things like that on Wisteria Lane!

Yesterday I got myself a housewarming present of an elephant teapot with an elephant sugar bowl. Today mum picked me up a kit-cat clock. It’s really cute! It’s eyes go back and forth along with it’s tail. And they’re pricey! I think. Oh anyway, it’s really funny.

It goes nicely with my lime green dachshund lamp.

I’m so excited about my new house, it’s hard to sleep thinking about tomorrow and how I will finally be in my new place. With my animals! I went crazy at Petsmart buying them toys. I got Mister a new seatbelt, since he outgrew his old one and I think he’s coming traveling with us this summer, so he’ll need one. Without a seatbelt he just gets wiggly all over the car and it’s not good. I also got them a new water bowl. Schrodinger got some new toys too, and some catnip.

Soon I will be living with a dog and cat to look after all by myself! It’s kind of a lot of responsibility. I hope I’m a good mother. And Mister will need to go outside a lot. I’m glad they have each other, they won’t get lonely. No only child problem here! Anyway, I have to get up early to get a mcmuffin and move my stuff, finally finally! So goodbye!

Today I’ve done so much already and I have MORE TO DO! I’m packing up all my belongings to move into the new place, and it’s a pain in the arse. at least now I have all of my camera together. My mother was helping me a lot, which was really nice of her because she has far better organizational skills than I. Maybe I am saying goodbye to my computer before it’s gone for good. Oh so sad! Little computer! Not gone for good, gone for 18 hours. So long! No internet for me.

The good news is I am getting cable! No more facebook stalking for me! Now I can watch Britney Spears news! I wonder what meds she’s on. I like the ones I’m on actually. Anyway, yes, cable television. I’m thirty and I’m finally getting cable. Now I can watch whatever is on television these days.

Desperate Housewives!

I can rekindle my crush on Marcia Cross and watch agog every week. She is pretty hot, and I think I still have pictures of her in her underwear somewhere around here.

Well, it’s officially time to take apart my computer desk and eee, so wobbly it is! I bought myself a housewarming present, it’s a white elephant teapot, with an elephant sugar bowl. I hope it works well, teapots can be tempemental.

Anyway, that’s the end, until my move is finished.

Do you remember the Nothing in the Neverending Story? That was so scary. I feel like that sometimes when I’m depressed, like there’s a great big NOTHING gobbling up all the joy.

I’m relatively happy today. I had a good time with my mom at her house after she helped me clean and pack. Then it was nice and warm and sunny and I spent time with the dogs on my mum’s porch. And I read about the pregnant man, which was interesting, I know someone with the same situation though. And I’ve heard of other transmen being pregnant, I wonder why this one hit the mainstream media.

It was a beautiful day. I think when all my moving is done I should help mom clean her porch so we can eat out there. I have four weed seeds sitting on my desk. I wonder if mom saw them.

Last summer, a marijuana plant grew uninvited in her back garden. One day she said to me “What, is THIS!?” and waved around a small smelly green weed. Well, it really was weed. And how it got there nobody knows. Although it probably fell out when someone was rolling a joint.

Pot has been around forever. So have tattoos.

So I took the bus all the way to my mom’s house only to find she locked me out! So no making phone calls. I should have just brought those numbers home with me, to be perfectly sensible. But I’m NOT sensible!

So then I took the bus home. And now I’ve smoked a joint and am thinking about cleaning. Thinking, mind you. The cleaning part probably wouldn’t be so much work if I would just get to it instead of wasting time thinking about doing it and what needs to be done. Blah to cleaning!

So I won’t think about it, I will write here instead.

I’m listening to Bjork’s Hyperballad. It’s so sweet. Reminds me of being a teenager.

A confused horny teenager.

I kind of miss how horny I used to be. But maybe that was really my manic side. Oh man! I can recall mildly manic episodes in high school, but I guess I just thought it was hormones. Either way, being manic can bring on the hornies. Look at Britney Spears, when she couldn’t find Adnan, she took home some other paparazzi! She’s in bed with the paparazzi, that’s like, the lowest you can go! All because of manic hornies.

I feel ridiculously LEVEL. Just totally even. I haven’t felt like this in maybe ever. I guess the medication really does work.

I had this friend in high school who used to constantly tell me “It’s not LOGICAL!” I just spent ten minutes reading the definition of an non sequitur and my head is spinning. Logic is funny. It’s like, just be sensible man! But I am NOT sensible.

Are UFO’s logical? I kind of think so. Space is so big and people somewhere probably came up with a way of traversing the universe. We’ve only had a space program for a relatively few years in the grand scheme of things. Plus I’ve seen them, with my naked eyeballs! Not more than a mile away!

I can’t remember what we argued about when she told me to be more logical. That was so long ago, I only remember the admonition.

I wish mania was more logical. I mean, it’s all based in signs and symbols and synchronicities. it doesn’t make any sense at all, and it just jumps around from thing to thing.

Blah to Mania!

It seems I am selling work to the National Gallery in Ottawa. Pretty cool! I hope if they screen a bunch of it I get to go out there, I could hang with my friend Ariel. I don’t really know anyone else who lives in Ottawa. I know people who go there a lot.

Today I accidentally stood up a friend by forgetting to meet her. I was so confused. I ought to start writing these things down. Is it the medication or the bipolar? Who knows?

I drank three beers tonight. That’s like, my limit. and I’ve been invited out again. i should stay in. I don’t know. I ran into a cute person again today, which was kind of nice because we actually met this time. If I go out again, she still might be traversing that way. But I feel sleepy, and it’s nearly 11 o’clock.

Had a nerdy conversation about the differences in using HD in regards to the file size on computers.

Being a prairie girl, I found the idea of trains terribly romantic. I used to watch them with my cousins on the sound barrier behind our grandparent’s place. Once my cousin Luke jumped on one and held on for a few feet. Only now do I realize he could have had a terrible accident, but I remember it so clearly. It was a crazy boy thing to do.

They make a great noise. I used to like listening to them in the distance in the house I was a small child in. It was so haunting, a sound that seemed to belong only to the night.

I was 21 when I first rode a train, in Germany going overnight to Paris. The reality of riding a train kicked in, the damn thing kept stopping the whole time, jarring me out of my sleep. Plus it was freezing in the car, we didn’t find the heater until the next morning. Ugh!

I don’t know why I wanted to talk about trains. They just fascinate me. Once an ex was going to go train hopping for a vacation, I was so shocked. She shocked me a lot.

I have spare Risperdal coming out of my ears. I don’t know what to do about it. There were two weeks when I could find any and thus didn’t take any (bad me), but I did find them eventually. But anyway, now I have boxes of the stuff I don’t need. I don’t know what to do with it. I should probably take it back to the pharmacy, but how embarrassing.

My tattoo is healing nicely. I’m down in Regina today visiting my cousin Deanna. She’s got a really nice apartment.

I don’t feel like such a victim of the psychiatric establishment anymore. My last psych trip was quite nice really, except I hated sharing a room, oh man. You can’t masturbate! Some people can masturbate in the shower, but I need more time than that. It’s such a chore sometimes really.

Today I am off to see the Warhol exhibit at the art gallery. Then maybe to WOT to get a weird t-shirt or something.

Except there is no phone here. Oh man! That sucks! I’ll have to walk somewhere and call a cab. Poop.

Well, I had better be off!

My arm is currently really really sore, but I just smoked a joint so maybe that will take the soreness away. I went in and got most of the work done on my dragon tattoo. Now we’re just working on the colouring, which looks really cool. But holy hell, the line work on it was so onerous. Just scale after scale oozing blood. I managed 3 and a half hours before I gave up. I was like, wincing the last five minutes or so. It’s so fucking intense. Being tattooed. Then we had to do touch ups on two other tattoos. Oh man, it hurt! I felt like a baby.

Oh man, but when I came home I laughed so hard because the front guy for Nickelback sucked himself off in exchange for a case of beer when he was 14. What a gooney reason! I hope it tasted decent. The beer I mean.

Last night I ordered a pizza and 2 litres of Pepsi and they sent it in this big fountain drink containers. How useless is that?

What do you call an Indian without lips? Pointless.

OMG, someone on Skype, back when I was having those troubles, asked me if I was a “red Indian.” I’m actually more like a taupe colour, or light pink. Not red or brown even.

It’s a really nice piece of art. It’s got stripes like a snake, a corn snake. The dragon I mean. Not Skype, or even the frontmans penis.

I will take a photo of it when the bandage comes off tomorrow.

I used to really admire people with tats because it was such a commitment. This is the most visible tattoo I have, well, the one on my neck is pretty visible too. When I was growing up I never imagined I’d get as into body mods as I am. I think body mods are sexy, unbelievably so, because it’s all about owning your own body.

I’m finally getting used to my newest piercing, my labret. I’ve played with the damn thing all the time, and it’s still healing normally.

Striptease for me baby . . .