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I'm long overdue for a new blog post but I honestly don't know what to write because, for a variety of reasons, I'm making an effort not to be so analytical and reflective on my own life, for the sake of my mental health. I don’t want to fuck up the process for the sake of my blog. So it looks like it’s going to be surfacey entries for the next while.

I got $58 GST rebate from the Canadian government today. Woot.

I watched A Scanner Darkly twice yesterday. It’s a good movie.

I could potentially be Vice President of the BCYL Club at Kwantlen, if the club actually manages to form. Isn’t that interesting? Don’t tell all your friends… some of them might shoot me.

As part of my Mass Media and Society course, we have a choice of either doing and in-class presentation or working on an out-of-class project with some form of media publication. My teacher has a connection with someone at Adbusters and I’m hoping to get on volunteering there. I think that could be really interesting.

I went to the Vancouver Sex Show with 5 female friends on Saturday night (none of whom was my girlfriend, unfortunately) and that was also quite interesting. I bought a book and have pictures up on my Flickr.

People are so angry all the time, it’s really pathetic. As you can see from the photos, it was super crowded in there and twice and only twice did I ever accidentally walk or bump into someone in a significant way. Both times I apologized right away and both times I got a “Damn right you’re sorry!” or something to that effect. Fucking jerks. They just wanted to make the ladies hanging on their arms think that they’re tough shit. “Wow, you’re hostile to total strangers, you’re so manly!” Look, I’m sorry your mother ran off with another man and your drunk father beat you as a kid, but don’t take your anger out on me. I didn’t raise you.

Here’s an interesting question. Do you “own” your “personal space”? Like in a “Hey, you can’t come any closer. This small space in front of me is mine and you’re trespassing on my property” kind of way? Or is ownership of it more of an understood, universal workspace that follows you around… in much the same way as if you were sharing a table with a stranger beside you. You both don’t decide on where your part of the table starts and where his begins, you just sort of know. Regardless, maybe in an exercise of assertiveness, I should walk around and yell at anyone in my “personal space” as a trespasser and carry around masking tape to mark off “my land” every time I’m sharing a table with someone in class. I could be awesome.

I have poetry class in a few hours and this worries me because I’ve been feeling terribly uncreative for the past few weeks. Hopefully that passes because this is a third year course and that means my competition is fierce. Hahaha.