Day 366 (for real)

Part 1:

So, I am sitting in my room right now because I got ditched. I am not gonna say I don't kind of deserve it because I have been bad-mouthing my "date" behind his back. But, I am going to say that I am shocked. And that I pretty much hate everything male and single. Especially the man from the nudie beach who just walked up to me and said, "Hey, are you okay?" I thought, 'He is just saying that because I have a low-cut shirt on and he is a skeez and wants to talk to the girl sitting on the curb, fucking dickwad.' It didn't even occur to me to think, 'He is asking that because Canadians aren't used to seeing my bitchface that I wear in the ghetto and I am sitting on the curb looking insane.'

I did have a fun day today. My friend and I (a non-single, non-asswipe guy) went to a flea market. For 75 cents I was admitted entrance into a wonderland. This place is where all of the magical people with lost waistlines and not perfect teeth and people who drive their dead grandma's Buicks basically this is the place where people I call kin hang out. This is the place where you buy half-empty bottles of used shampoo and statues of cats. This is the place where ugly advertising buttons go in their after life. This is the place that forces you to wonder where the fuck that DVD was stolen from, who stole it and how. This place reminded me of home. After I bought a bunny necklace, a Norwegian flag pin, a unicorn pin, a picture of an old couple and a picture of a pig that has, "Lucille" written in cursive by someone who is probably dead now we left the market. Even though we left it will stay with me every time I look at Lucille.

Before I went to the market I watched my brother eat stroganoff and light a 3 1/2 foot candle. I can't seem to tell if video chat has made my life better or worse. All I really know for certain is that that stroganoff made me hungry and that high-fiving my brother virtually is something ridiculous that I don't want to end.

As evidence that we never really change, I want to offer up popsicles. Today I went to the store to buy some grub. I walked out of the store with hummus and a huge, beautiful tri-layered popsicle. When I ate that popsicle and walked down the street I wondered if the people passing by saw me eating it and were extremely jealous of it.

Part 2:

After I had gotten ditched I went over to say goodbye to a friend of mine who leaves on a two month trip tomorrow. We hung out for a bit and drank tea. Then I remembered that I had not seen Back to the Future 3 and I texted my movie friend to bring it over. Sometime when we were listening to the characters exposition-laden dialogue (fucking annoying) my "date" had sent me a Facebook message stating that he had not heard back from the text he'd sent me and that he was going to bed. After the movie I read the message and wrote back that I had not gotten a text from him on my phone. I saw the time his Facebook message was sent and wrote back, "Holy Fraggle Rock you go to bed at 10?!" Wonder what he'll make of that.

The only vlog I watch is vlogbrothers. On that vlog one of the brothers gave a eulogy of sorts to a 16 year old friend of theirs who passed away from cancer this week. I realize that it might be cliche to reflect on life when someone has died but fuck it. The reason that there is death in life is to remember that life ends. She was 16 years old. And here I am a whiny 26 year old bitching about some stupid boy that I don't even like as though it really matters. It really doesn't. I know that.

R.I.P. Esther Earl. Thank you for making me realize that a lot of my problems and worries are all bullshit and instead of letting them weigh me down I need to start only doing stuff I care about. Even if the stuff that I care about is bitching about things in a blog. There is so much more that I care about. Thank you. I needed that.

Tip of the Day: Sometimes when you buy "Cheese Flavour" rice crackers they taste more like, "Rotten Beef Jerky Flavour" rice crackers.

-Canadian Castaway