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March 3, 2004:
Weeeee. Hasn't it been such a long time since I updated? Didja miss me? Anywho. Not much is new. I've been busy with work and stuff. Winter here seems to be turning into spring. I've had a great winter, all-in-all. I know that sounds like happy pap, but it's true. I've been skating and snowboarding to my hearts content. Well, not the snowboarding. You can never have too much of that. Anyways, a lot has happened for me to review everything that's gone on in the past month. I updated My Writing and have started a live journal. Yes, folks, you heard it here first. I thought I would never go that road, but here it is, Live Journal extrordinaire:

It's the Sam Show.

January 2004:

Icicle - Day 2:
Well, it seems that we will be getting the heaters fixed. Yay!!! Considering it's like absolute zero outside, this is a very good thing. Every time someone comes in through the front door, a blast of icy cold air hits me. It's not as refreshing as Excel or Dentine Ice would have us believe. I have appropriated a small, portable heater which is now sitting comfortable beside my desk. This, however, has caused one side to melt, while the other is still solidly frozen, leaving an even more disformed chunk of ice. Also, upstairs there is carpet being installed, though it sounds more like a herd of elephants. Beginning to get rather concerned that one will soon come crashing through the ceiling to land quite painfully in my lap. So, to summarize: Arctic down here, Tropical upstairs. Quite the biodome going here. :)

I am an icicle. No, this is not a zen chant or anything. I literally feel like a large, misshaped icicle. My office could be a comfortable home to penguins and polar bears. Damn broken heaters. Well, now that my morning complaining is over, I can update everyone on the news in my life:

• My roommate Laura is getting married. *and the peasants rejoice* Not only is this super cool for her, it has also spawned an idea for me. I think that my current room would make a great studio space where I could teach and also do my own work. Now this brings the dilemma. Will anyone agree to share a room with me? I do have an artist friend who could be available to move in, which would be great for her as well, because then we could both have studio space. Anyways. May be just an idle thought but it does have some merit. I'll have to stew on in for a while.
• I'm trying to be more health-conscious. I'm juice fasting right now to purge all of the crazy holiday-fat I've accumulated. *makes beached whale motion*
• Went to see Return of the King. Was totally awesome. Go see it, you slackers.
• Work. Well, at my work, nothing is really new. I think that in June I will still have my current position, or one similar to it at FND. This suits me fine for the moment, but I will be asking for a raise come summer-time. The highlight of my day was changing the copier toner. yay. Well, I've had worse jobs. Like waitressing. *gag* If I ever mention even thinking about going back into waitressing, please hit me. Hard.
• Fairchild is still in the land of the living, but she needs a ratty companion. Have put it off too long. Hmmmmm. What to call the new one I wonder? BTW, I will be posting a pic of the rattus norvegicus very soon. :)

P-U-N-K spells Punk

Just added a link to my friend Adrian's page. Oh, and whad'ya know, here's a pic of him. He's from Romania. Very cool. There're pics on his webpage of his hometown. Freakin' gorgeous. Go check them out. Go. Now.

Today is the darkest day of the year. I'd like to follow that with something deep and psychological, but really the only thing I can say is that I can't wait to see some light again when i wake up. It's a secret desire of mine to live in the Arctic at least one year of my life. I think that living in the land of the midnight sun would really be eerie and inspiring. Messing with all my circadian rhythms would end up really stirring some creativity. That, or I would end up living with a pack of wolves in the wild and going crazy like Emily Carr.

November 2003:

Well, it's funny how you can meet someone who makes you totally at ease and makes you feel like the best version of yourself while others can make you throw up a safety bubble. It's odd that a total stranger can become so close to you in a matter of minutes. And there's just some chemistry that you can't explain or describe. But you see it in a smile and a look and you feel a commonality that should be impossible with someone you just met. Twice this weekend I've had this feeling. Rick and Mr. Zoo York, it was unexpected and magical.
**UPDATE** I take it back. You would think that zoo york would have the common decency to call me. But no, men are scum. *sigh*

(November 13th) Just updated the My Writing section.

Ah, November already. Getting cold. Leaves are almost all gone. Feeling lonely. Damn fall.

As promised, I'm posting some details of my trip. Hmmm... where to start? On the plane, I guess. Actually, nothing eventful about my plane trip. Was almost eventful for being uneventful. I mean, there were no rude stewardesses, excuse me, flight attendants, my baggage all arrived in one piece and was not lost or rerouted, the flights were on time. Pretty good, all in all. I read the newspaper on the plane both ways. Have realized that I know little of what is going on in the world. Not a big suprise, really, but I was shocked to hear about things going on in the world. Also read the latest ADBusters. It's filled my head with anti-propaganda propaganda. Makes me toy with the idea of publishing my own zine. Well, I've toyed with that idea for a long time. Anyways, I went out sightseeing with my folks and my new step-folks at Trinity and Bonavista. We found an amazing beach with high cliffs, crashing waves, light sea-green water, and grassy-mossy fields. Took my breath away. I could live there in total serindipitous isolation. It made me feel really old, but not in a tired, aging way. I felt connected to my own natural history and inviograted with the thought that I was in a place totally untouched except for the wind and the waves and the sun on the grassy knolls. Ask me, and I'll take you there. Well, this is really turning into a small chronicle. As for my night-time activities in C-ville, I'm too distrurbed by the lingerie shower for Bev to even go into detail. It involved matching thongs. 'Nuff said. Got caught up with Bungay, Corey and Matthew P. while I was home. Good to see familiar friends. And there was one familiar friend who I did not get to see. (You know who you are.) Unfortunately through a lack of communication, we never got together. My one regret of the trip. I'll be looking forward to next time. I hope there is a next time. Really. The rain was an absolute deluge during my trip, but on Saturday, it cleared up for the wedding. It was chilly, but sunny. It was pretty fun buzzing around on the day of the wedding. I bombed around town all day in my red truck wearing Jones New York. Bev wore a short-sleeved ivory dress. I'm pretty sure I saw Dad get a bit misty when Bev was walking down the aisle. The ceremony was at the Kingdom Hall in Shoal Harbour (well, Milton, really) and it went flawlessly. We had cold plates at the Legion and after MANY pictures (Bev has a large family) there was a dance until about 12. Well, to sum it all up, it was great to see two very special people get the chance at a fresh start.

On a related note, I had my pictures developed at Japan Camera. NOT IMPRESSED. They totally screwed them up. But the negs are fine, so I'm returning them and getting them printed somewhere else. Well, back to the grindstone for me. (And if you made it through all that, you get a big pat on the back for surviving all of my lengthy droning.)

October 2003:

Well, I have returned from the Rock. I missed it more than I wanted to admit. Dad's wedding was beautiful!! Beautiful, I tell you. I will be posting pics and updating the site very soon (like tomorrow, probably). I've had some recent epiphanies to publish, so stay tuned folks. Until then, keep reaching for the stars. **cue music**

September 2003:

Muah ha ha...
Guess who's getting a raise??? Har har, yours truly!! YAYAYA!!! whew, I'm so happy! It's effective the 3rd of October, so my first "BIG" paycheck will be on the 17th. Party!! Yummy. (I don't think ever ever put so many non-sensical phrases in one paragraph before...) lalala. *Sam is very happy* *happy* ok, I'm done. Sorry, 'bout that. meh meh. later.

Missed the Hawksley Workman show. :o( Very upset. Ah, well, next time. Seeing The White Stripes in November will cheer me up! ack. stupid mailman is here. (I hate work) Well, good, no snide remarks today. BTW, I'm coming home on October 25th. For anyone who doesn't know yet, my dad is getting married!! Married!! Yeah, so, I hope some of you guys will be in C-ville in October. Won't have time to jet to S-ville, unfortunately.

Books I am reading now (or will shortly start reading):

• The Unbearable Lightness of Being
• Beyond the Blue Event Horizon
• Neuromancer
• Books 1 and 2 of the Wheel of Time
• The Client (again)
• The Picture of Dorian Gray (again)
• The Bible (ongoing)
• The Man in the High Castle

Johnny Cash died today (Sept. 12). I just read a great article about him last week. You should check it out: Johnny Cash: Original Gangsta. He was an amazing person and totally influenced music as we know it today. We'll miss him.

My job is sucking my will to live. I am becoming dumber by the minute.

Quote of the month:

"Keeping a substantial nose is a little like flying a fighter jet or inheriting a country: It demands a certain bearing, a consistency of purpose that may be hard to fulfill."
-Juliet Buck (Vogue, Sept. 2003)

Well, I enrolled at Carleton for two classes. PSYC 1001 and ECON 1000. Feels good to be going back to school (even though it's only part time). I've decided that high school was great. No, not for all the idiots that went to my high school or all the stupid high school politics, but because we didn't have to make any decisions. Well, not life-altering ones, anyway. I'm feeling very indecisive about what I want to do with my life. I'm 20 and still have no clue. I got an icky sense of nostalgia when I went on-campus to get my student card. A) It made me miss college. B) It made me feel like I want to be a full-time student again. Making new friends, going to parties, living in residence. My life is SO domestic right now. I'm longing to be a poor student, not a poor working-class shmuck. C) It made me question my decision in going to CONA. Not that I didn't enjoy myself, but there are a hundred things that I wish I could have done.

I'll let you know how it goes. Hope everyone else is happy to be back to school right now.

August 2003:

I'm on a big surfing kick right now. I posted a link to a learn to surf site from BC. And what spawned this sudden interest, you may ask. Well, to tell the truth, it was Blue Crush. Pretty good flick. Much better than expected. Hopefully taking a trip down south this winter. Maybe I can put my research into practice. Until then I'll be practicing pop-ups in my living room. Surf's up, dude.

Am going camping for the long weekend. Was going to Bonachere Park until I was told the story of my conception there. Am now going somewhere else. Will post after the weekend a let you know how it went.

Some recent experiences have led me to compile a list of things for me not to do to attract a guy. The list is as follows, though they are not neccessarily in order of importance or in chronoloical order.

1. Breaking out my funky dance moves. (attracting old men doesn't count)

2. Stretching nonchalantly on my hammock only to be flipped over and dumped promtly onto the deck. ouch. **Bonus points for being smooth**

3. Showing off my phat ride (Red OC Transpo Metrobus).

4. Talking about sexy skater ex-boyfriend.

5. Wearing my mid-90's this-makes-my-ass-look-fat* clothing. (*say that 10 times fast)

b. My stylish haven't-had-time-to-brush-my-hair hair.

6. Regaling him with stories of my exciting life. This includes stories from work like "how I got a papercut..." and "I fixed a paper jam today..."

7. Like totally impressing him with my valley-girl giggle.

8. Showing off my extensive knowledge of *Star Trek*. (*insert Sailor Moon, Neopets, or Utopia Genesis here). This is not true for all guys, just sexy, Italian ones.