cardboard and scizzors
I am happy in my environment. I like Vancouver. Maybe that's why I seem to keep making reasons to stay a little longer.
I finally figured out what creeps me out about the people who work at the gym - it's not that I think they're bad people, or that they're weird, or anything like that; it's that you can never tell if they're being sincere. It's their job to be interested in you, to ask you weird little questions that make it seem as though they're really interested in your life. And heck, they might be, but you can count on the fact that the next person that they talk to will get the same treatment. They're nice and attentive across the board - it's a strange type of courtesy that always makes me uncomfortable. Particularly in men...somehow I feel like I can tell if a woman is being genuine or not, even with the gym attitude I feel like they're easier to read. Damn opposite gender being all different and stuff. Pah.
I couldn't help wondering what the ratio of women who try to pick up the male personal trainers is compared to the number of men who try with the women trainers. Or what the reverse situation is like. I wonder if there's a policy surrounding it. (I'm a fairly terrible person)
There must, I think, be a formal event sometime in the near future. I am going to lazily look into possible venues around vancouver (I'm in the mood for a ball).
I must also arrange some music post haste, mustn't I? (...dude, cbc is playing startrek-like symphonic horn music!) Anyone who reads this and has my contact info and wants to play at a random person's birthday loudly and offensively should let me know. (payment in food)
circuit training has broken me today. Tonight I go climbing...fitness really is addictive. (oh, it's V. Williams, that makes sense)
I am, again, in the position of being unable to convince myself to worry excessively over the things that I haven't started yet that are due fairly soon. I figure it's an end of school symptom. I'm almost done...just one more essay, an art project comprized of cardboard, and a final and I'm done. And a lecture and a purple scarf. yes.