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So.

Last night at work was another interesting one. I'm not sure what it is about Thursday nights. It's like all the crazies come out after like 9, and they feel like coming into my store and annoying me.

Everyone remember a few weeks ago (on a Thursday night mind you) that we had some pee-ers on the roof? Well guess what? Around 10 or so we had these two drunk kids come in through our back door and disappear up our back staircase (which is for staff only). We got them, and kicked them out. A few hours later they tried again. Again kicked out to the curb. Then as we were closing we could hear these fuckers running around on our roof. They also peed off it again. The difference this time, the police were waiting for them when they came down again.

Supposedly they had stored their beer on our roof. To do so they had broken a pad lock on the building beside ours staircase. The reason they kept coming into our store, was they were too drunk to realize the difference between a book store and a restaurant/bar, and kept thinking they could get to the roof from our store. Morons.

I'm just glad they got caught. They stank up my store and spilled a bag of doritos in the stairwell. And seriously? Peeing off the roof? Are they disgusting or stupid or both?

So yay to the Edmonton Police Force for a quick response.

Hey kids, I'm back!

Not that I've been really gone for a long time or anything. Unlike some people.... (not so subtle hint for others to update their blogs already.)

Anyway, life, she's been crazy of late. But things are looking to be settling down. At least on the school front. I've made myself a promise to not touch anything school related (other than attending classes) until Monday. Giving myself the next four days free! Sadly I need to work tonight and tomorrow night, but weekend look out! It'll be crazy.

Of course work is one of my favourite places right now, because we recently acquired one of the most beautiful set of books I've ever seen. There are a little over a hundred of them. They are leather bound, with little intricate designs in gold on the covers. They are classics of literature. There's some Hemingway, some Whitman, Alcott, Homer, Virgil, etc. Oh and they've never been opened. They are so amazing I want to cry. I go to work and pet them, and gaze at them, and time just disappears. It's love y'all.

AND the best part of all is that about 20 of them are signed. Anyone want some Arthur Miller plays, signed by the man himself? How about Tennessee Williams? The Second Sex signed by Simone De Bouvoir (my personal favourite)? Catch-22 signed by Joseph Heller? How about some Sartre? John Updike? Slaughterhouse Five with Kurt Vonnegut's autograph?

Do you understand the love? Do you!?

I can't wait to go. And if anyone wants to lend me $200 for the Simone de Bouvoir, I'd love them forever.

This was posted over at this is not over. It gives one, such as myself, a little bit of perspective on things here in Canuck-ville.

I do have lots of things to write about, including the most beautiful books I've ever seen, but it will have to wait. I have an essay to write and I feel way too guilty about even posting this.

Later my dears!

Last night I headed over to the Sugarbowl for my first ever Stitch n' Bitch. I've been working on my clock for ages and I really needed the motivation to keep at it. And this provided it. What could be more fun than sitting in a charming coffee shop with lovely people, knitting.

I was one of the more advanced knitters there. Which suited me just fine. I helped one knitter cast off, and showed another my beloved wrap pattern. It was great to be able to share all the knowledge I've acquired.

The companionship provided also felt awesome. Back in Van-city my cousin and I used to knit together, and I missed the feeling that gave me. I missed the pressure to finish a project and the bond of a common interest. The people at the group were my kind of people. I'm definitely going to be going back next month. And hopefully by then I'll be done with my clock and on to another project to show off.

So if there are any knitters, or wanna-be knitters, in the Edmonton area come on out next month. There's going to be a website soon for our little group, and as soon as it's up and running I'll link it here. It'll have all the details you require, as well as pictures of all the fun we knitters have. I promise you a good time if you come on out.

Last night three men (boys?) peed off the roof of my store on to the slightly busy Whyte Ave.

Also last night, a group of high and/or drunk teenagers spilled beer they had snuck into the store all over themselves and a few books.

I'm questioning humanity today.

So I'm sitting in a big room of computers here on campus, 'cause really why would I get started on the mountain of readings I have to do, if I can surf the net instead.

Today I discovered that not all sayings are complete bullshit. I got on a bike early today for the first time in 12 years. And not only did I only wobble for a second, but I had no problem whatsoever staying upright. So it's true. You really never do forget.

Also I need help. Can anyone tell me where I can find a pair of boots that are:

1) Warm enough to withstand Edmonton winters, so I can keep all my toes,
2) Have little to no heel, so I can walk great distances in them (ex. My house to school, which is approximately a 45 minute walk),
3) Not ugly.

I don't even care about the price anymore. I will take out a loan if necessary. I'm just getting worried, because my ratty old sneakers aren't going to cut it for too much longer and the weather is getting colder. We're bound to have snow soon.

Can anyone help me?

Anyone?



Sigh.

Wow. 200. I feel like I should be celebrating or something. At least doing a dance of some sort. Sadly my feet are still hurting from my weekend of running, walking, standing around and dancing in heels, so perhaps I shall just stay in my chair.

This weekend I headed to one of the flatter provinces to see two friends commit to love one another 'til death do they part. It was a lovely affair through and through I must say. The bride was absolutely gorgeous, and the groom was visibly smitten with her. I got to wear a pretty dress and get the movie star treatment of having my hair and makeup done.

The trip out was a fun ride, and a reunion of my second year roommates. At the actual wedding I was able to catch up with some friends I hadn't seen in over a year and bonded with some new ones. I also had one of the most beautiful bouquets I'd ever seen. The food at the reception was pretty tasty and the band wasn't half bad. I favourite moment was when they played 'Cadillac Ranch' and everyone who had been through the Alberta elementary and Junior High curriculum did the line dance we had learned in school. With many of the Saskachewan kids looking on in amazement, that was wickedly fun. Of course next time I'll try to not be wearing a ball gown and three inch heels, it makes a few of the steps a little tricky.

The drive back was incredibly relaxing and once getting home I had a lovely 2 hour nap on the couch. And now I'm just counting the minutes until it's an appropriate time for me to go to bed for real. For as lovely a time I had, sleep was not a major accomplishment of the weekend.

All in all, seeing two people who love each other as much as these two do, and to announce it to a church full of their nearest and dearest was the best way I could have spent the long weekend. And I hope everyone (in Canada)is having a great Thanksgiving!

I very much enjoyed myself this evening. We headed over to The Mall to the worst venue in the history of venues to take in Bell Orchestra, Wolf Parade and The Arcade Fire.

Wolf Parade stole my heart a few weeks ago when Yamers started downloading them, and they did not disappoint in any way, shape or form. I'm even thinking of forgoing food for a few days so I can buy their CD...I'll keep ya'll posted on that development.

The Arcade Fire were amazing showmen/show-women. They can all play each others instruments and were continually switching. The percussionists were beautifully weird and enchanting, playing with motorcycle helmets, flag sticks, and tambourine piled on fellow bandmembers heads. And their sheer love of music just shined through amazingly. To end the show they paraded through the crowd and then out the door.

All in all a nice break from the craziness of school.