I've had my fill of chasing my shadow 10:14 p.m. & 01 July 2003
Toujours fatigue, I am. Happy Canada Day to my fellow Canucks, I hope it finds everyone well.
I've started making woven baskets out of reeds at work. They're pretty neat--deceptively simple yet still cool-looking enough to inspire requests to purchase from visitors. I like being productive, it provides me with an effective solution to the general feelings of uselessness I've been feeling as of late.
I think the problem mostly stems from the fact that a friend of mine from work has been going through a pretty roughtime as of late, and I'm totally at a loss as to how to react to this. Whatever day it was where god handed out the 'social skills and diplomacy' genes I must have quiteliterally been out to lunch. I don't know how to comfort people. I never know how to tell people that I'm sorry for what they are going through; I never know whether it's appropriate to remain silent, to ask for more details and offer my shoulder to cry on, or to blather about other things that are unrelated to the subjects at hand.
It really frustrates me that I'm constantly this awkward, that I can't find a way out of it. I never how much I can push. How much is too much or not enough.
I saw the Drayton production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat on Saturday night and I must say that I really enjoyed it. It's one of my favourite musicals and the staging was impressive for such a small theatre (it's a converted 19th century boathouse).
And finally something I've stolen from Tones. Basically, everything below is directed towards someone on my buddy list, all of whom remain anonymous. Good luck in finding yourself.
1) You seem so much older than me sometimes, even though I've known you since the dawn of forever. I know we'll probably never be as close as we once were, and I'm mostly okay with that. I wouldn't be who I am today without you. I still have the cat you bought me in Ecuador on my dresser.
2) I find strength in the quietness of your assertion of your confidence. We don't always agree, I know, but you have been a worthy colleague and comrade since we met, and our conversations are always fulfilling, at least on my end. I admire your dedication in making your dreams come true.
3) You never cease to make me smile. Your stories are always well told; your taste in music is fantastic and even just knowing you online has really opened me to new perspectives--as cheesy as that sounds, you're one of the strongest people I know. For the love of rock.
4) My adopted mom--I couldn't leave you out of this! Another strong, crazy, proud, beautiful woman I'm happy to call a friend. I only hope we can meet each other again soon. A big help these last few years.
5) I know we never talk anymore, and I'm glad the boything has finally worked out for you. I still think about you lots and I read you religiously, you're still one of my favourite internet people.
6) You're one of my favourite Americans. You always think your entries are long but I always read them until the end. I hope you get the job. The Donnas are a cool band, and you are a cool person.