Sleeping in a fridge

Seriously, that would be awesome right about now. The sun's nice and all, but it's just too hot to do anything. Even sitting at home makes me sweat like an elephant in menopause. Yeah, just like that.

The stuffiness makes everything so irritating. I find myself getting frustrated more easily, because suddenly the music's too loud, the jokes aren't funny, the computer's too slow, my dad's being too much of a mom, people are too annoying, everywhere I go is too chaotic and being the impatient person that I already am, nothing really helps me get through the heat. I'll only rage and get more irritated. My only way of escaping all of that is to sleep and it's even too hot to sleep because I'll just lie on my bed and end up swimming in my own pool of sweat. Fml. Now, I could fully appreciate the hardcore AC availability in China.

And yay, my driver's license came today. I look like a criminal in that photo. And my dad won't let me drive until he puts me through some classes with an instructor, I guess he doesn't want me learning all his reckless driving skills.

Eff... U-N!!

Fail Cranium party after 8 hours of art was pretty interesting. So much for staging a game and taping it for a video that's gonna be uploaded on Youtube for a contest to make money, we barely had enough time to get through two Cameos and one Sensosketch before we had to leave Amy's house since she has French class. And then another few rounds at Winona park.

I hope we actually have a real Cranium party some time, maybe one that JUSTIN would actually show up at. I swear Andrew's heart just broke when he realized Justin's not coming today. He was so sad that he was howling in the video footage for Justin's presence.

I hope you could sleep tonight, Justin.

Oh and here's the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GA1exSQfzOk

Oh, Hi there

Saturday

I woke up it was seven/ waited till eleven/ just to figure out that no one would come...

Was Dad home yesterday when I woke up? I seriously can't remember. He has a lot of things going on these days and naturally, I have no clue. But I do remember looking at the time and kicking myself for not waking up earlier to go to Metrotown to get my friends' birthday presents for the party today. Guess I'll have to owe them both material and emotional debts for now. And I ran through the things that I had to do/go to today quickly in my head: go to the art studio at 3:30pm, leave at 5:30pm and beast it to this downtown Korean restaurant, eat dinner, and get back to Kits Beach by 8:30/9pm and meet up with friends, just in time for the fireworks.

And I swear I wouldn't have gotten that Frap at Starbucks on my way to the studio if I knew it's gonna mark the start of my bad day.

It was hot, and Colin was right, 0% chance of rain and a high of 28C that'll feel like 36C. Life's good, until the frappacino started melting chocolate down my arm on the bus. And I might recall a few streaks of chocolate on my legs too as I walked into the studio. I would trade paint streaks for chocolate stains any day.

I've been working on the same abstract painting for so long that every time I see it again at the studio it's like...just worse than chocolate running down my arms and legs on the bus. But I'm sure it'll be worth it, if not, why would I be practically living in the studio? Seriously, from the beginning of summer till now, I've been spending hours in there every day. It's not like I mind it, I enjoy it of course, tons of sketching, painting, building and occasional chats with my instructor. She's definitely an interesting person. She's like a teacher, but not overpowering. When she wants to suggest something, it always sounds like what a suggestion should be like-you can if you want, but you don't have to- and not "do this because I say so". She treats me like a friend, like an artist, like someone that she would seek suggestions from And I love how it's always just me and her, and those few occasional individuals who are working on their own projects as well.

It's so chill, she even showed me her HappyFarm during lunch at the studio. Although we're like friends, still, out of respect I resisted my urge to facepalm.

5:30pm I was waiting for my bus to downtown. There was a lady who asked me if she could smoke at the bus stop. She said she's from Britain so she doesn't really know the "rules" here in Canada. I said go ahead, it's just a bus stop. As much as I hate smoking, saying "No, in fact you can't smoke anywhere in Canada, not even where the polar bears live. Actually, especially where the polar bears live. You won't want to melt our igloos, would you?" would make me look like I'm the polar bear smoking in a melting igloo. So I walked away after she started smoking.

And I missed the bus.

And waiting for the bus downtown was a pain too. I won't say I'm the most patient person in the world, but I have quite a large tolerance range. 3 full buses passed by me on Robson and I finally decided to walk to the korean place. And I took less time to get there than the next Robson bus would've taken me if I boarded the 4th one.

It was a nice place for a birthday dinner. Kinda awkward at first since I only know the two birthday boys and no one else, that's like 2 out of 17? Oh and Joseph. He ordered something called Pork on Fire. After he ate it, he's like pork on fire. Straight forward enough, I guess? That guy cracks me up.

My plan to go to the fireworks got mildly interrupted by a thunderstorm. Just mildly. The buses didn't run down their regular stops because of the fireworks and road block. So we had to walk about 10 blocks to the nearest skytrain station in the rain. I knew I should've brought my sweater but Colin's "0% chance of rain" was so reassuring, I didn't bother. Midway during that walk in the rain, I looked up and the sky was red as if it was judgment day.

I skytrained to Main and got off to take the Main bus home. There were cops everywhere, maybe because of the fireworks and the storm. Either reason, I felt reassured that there is security around at this hour, especially when I'm soaked. The Main bus stop at the skytrain station was always a sketchy place to be at. At least I always thought so. And by the time I got on the bus, I had images of people on the bus being held hostage and such. For once, I finally got to know why some people think Vancouver isn't that safe, to the point that I was scaring myself on a bus.

Cities are so interesting, it's not just the buildings or offices that make it a city, as my Geography teacher and those geography theories might suggest, it's more like the relationship between people and people, and of course, people in living spaces. It's something to think about, and I find myself as a horrible cliche at times thinking about these things. People who know me well knows what I want to be in the future. Most say that I'm lucky that I know what I want to do, in some ways I admit I am. But sometimes I could give myself options as well? It's like people think you're gonna be something, and you think you know what you're gonna be, and all of a sudden, you find yourself trying to be something you think you should be but you don't want to be. Confusing.

So I was laying awake in bed at 3:55am listening to the thunderstorm outside and wondering where my dad might be at this hour and other curious matters such as whether or not the barista at Starbucks today gave me a shot of Expresso in my frappacino instead of chocolate.

I realized how awake I could be at 3:55am. Either I have to stop messing with my bioclock and actually wake up at 8:30am instead of 12pm or I could blame the coffee. I've never had coffee before, of course if the barista did give me coffee instead of chocolate then technically I did. But I don't think I've ever had coffee willingly, not even during those nights staying up to write essays and lab reports. I don't think I'll like it anyways.

It's almost 4am and I started having this conversation with myself in my head. Perhaps something came up that finally got me to start blogging again but unfortunately I don't remember much of the conversation. Isn't it always like that? Something just sounds so right in my head and when I say it, it just doesn't translate into that exact thought. And because of this, those moments just seem the more awkward...or inappropriate, whichever way you prefer.

Anyways, I think it was something about defining yourself. Or I should say, myself, to stay on the safe side of things. But this is getting too long. I guess I should say something like, welcome back? :)