notable

so far this christmas break

1. my baba, who is 88, was giving my littlest sister tips on her dance dance revolution technique. "taylor, you stand too far forward your back foot doesn't reach" and "taylor, can't you look down when you play? look where you stand that's why you get all the boos."

2. i ate meat. i still don't think i could go to a restaurant and order a steak or anything like that, but it was christmas dinner and i had a little bit of turkey. it was delicious, that's a fact. but i don't think it's going to be a common theme in my life. i'm happy being a vegetarian. am i still a vegetarian? well, i don't know if i still want to lay claim to that title. it's either all or none, there's no middle ground. but all of a sudden after dinner last night it clicked again and i'm feeling good about the meat-free lifestyle. we'll see. i'm not making any rules or laying down any guidelines. i'm just gonna see how i feel.

3. victoria is home. i can't really explain how hard this has hit me over the past ten days. i guess homesickness is the appropriate phrase for how i've felt. last christmas or even at the end of this summer i would have said i was "going back to school" because that's all victoria meant. but in a week i'm going back to victoria. i'm going back home.

4. i vowed not to go skiing. snowboarding. and yet i've agreed to two days of it. gaby and i are going to attack the slopes in a beginner snowboarding class tomorrow, unless i can get out of it somehow. on saturday we're all trekking out to big white for a day of "fun." pete's super stoked on it and so is my little sister and i don't know why i agreed but if i play my cards right i can sneak away to the lodge and drink coffee all afternoon, make it out for one last run and pretend i've been ripping it up all day.

5. jeffrey. umm. best ever.

start with the end in mind

last exam celebrations. taryn style.

step 1.
have a nap.
(intersperse with pleasure reading, a highlight of life without school)
current read: oryx and crake by margaret atwood

step 2.
rent christmas movies.
picks: elf, christmas with the kranks, the santa clause 2

step 3.
get snacks.
picks: pepsi and salt & vinegar chips

step 4.
watch the santa clause 2 (on vhs!) and eat snacks at 4 in the afternoon.



yahoo.
but i am done like dinner.
half way through third year. half way through my degree.
(half way? halfway?)
to kelowna on the 16th and back to victoria on january 1st.
all i know is that i will be trying not to kill jeffrey (or let my mom kill him) who is coming with me, checking my marks compulsively, scoping out all the best toboggan hills in kelowna with my littlest sister who is the most enthusiastic person in my family and spending new years with pete. the rest of it is very up in the air and as long as i don't get conned into going to the ski hill it will be a very merry christmas.

hippo hero

my new favorite website:
christmas radio stations!

i feel like i have some serious christmas frenzy and no outlet for it so all i do is scan the radio for stations playing christmas music and come home and listen to more christmas music. pretty sweet, ja?

ps.
i want a hippopotamus for christmas
only a hippopotamus will do
no crocodile
no rhinoceroses
i only like hippopotamuses
and hippopotamuses like me too

i'm totally down with this song, man.
"mom says the hippo would eat me up, but then / teacher says hippo is a vegetarian"?
lyrics don't get better than that.

man, christmas is the best.

misinterpret

misinterpretations get me every time. life is good. brilliant. tiresome. fun. stressful. everything that it should be and sometimes more. sometimes, like with anything, there are moments when it gets to be a bit overwhelming. but there are many more moments when i can't believe it is actually this good. it was never my intention to give you the impression that i was unhappy, or more importantly that there was some sort pete & taryn drama. i don't really know how life could be better, even the exams aren't as much of a drag as they usually seem to be.

christmas is approaching and this afternoon i am going to watch the santa clause with tim allen and draw pictures and eat popcorn and i am very excited about it. not quite as excited as i am about the prospect of having a drawer full of clean socks and underwear, but that's a different story.

shitpants

last year.

this year:
uhh. wtf. piece of cake.

ps. seven years? med school? nursing? paramedic? social work? oh god, please don't make me talk about it.

whine

my dad poured me a glass of wine the other day. i almost enjoyed it and now my mom is happy because i might be on my way to becoming her new wine drinking buddy. so, i took it upstairs to dinner and when cassie, my favorite ten year old, offered to get me a glass of pepsi, i said no.

cassie: why not?
taryn: i'm okay having wine.
cassie: oh no. ohhh no.
taryn: what?
cassie (whispering): you're turning into an adult.

5 +1

a few things have happened recently. not many. but a few.

1. the lip ring is gone. it was a long debate to take it out during the summer and finally i decided in september that i'd had enough. no one really noticed and when they did notice they thought i had just taken it out the night before or something. i probably wouldn't have noticed either. so it's gone. sometimes i miss it. only when i see old pictures. but there are new changes coming. permanent ones, if you know what i mean.
2. i have learned how to be a good student. i think it has something to do with the current living situation and how crappy my computer has become. but i start assignments ahead of time (!!!) and still have plenty of time for six feet under. am i doing better? nah, not really. but i feel better and that's the point.
3. i don't really feel better, at least not in ways that aren't school related. but that's a whole different story and not a happening, which is the point of this list.
4. i reached the 4 year mark in terms of vegetarianism. my attitude towards vegetarianism has changed dramatically in the last year and i have a feeling that it may be close to the end of this era. i have changed a lot since november of grade 11 and there's no point in pretending that i still hold the same values i did back then. it's not fun anymore, i know that much.
5. pete and i passed the year and a half mark, which was almost forgotten then quietly celebrated. pete said "i don't think 18 months count as an official anniversary." i said "don't be a poor sport." any reason to celebrate, right? we're happy. well, i'm happy at least. he's sleeping now and the cat is too, back to back they are.
6. we'll have had the cat for one month tomorrow and he sure does think he owns the place. today he was calmer than usual and i'm learning how to deal with his tantrums. having a cat is strange when you're used to dogs and i really didn't expect him to be so needy but i'm not complaining. i just need to learn how to treat him like a cat and not like a dog.

i think that's all. maybe not. who cares? blogging is so passe. aha. just joking. i check them everyday.

jeffrey

his name is jeffrey.
he likes doors and yellow feathers.
he farts a lot. well, he gets the blame.
he is fourteen weeks old.
he watches everything.
his name was "slinky" at the spca. it suits him.

we adopted him from the spca in duncan on saturday and he's been just a barrel full of laughs ever since. he cries outside the bathroom door when you go inside, fights everything that moves, and when the time is right he crawls up into your arms and lets you cuddle him until he falls asleep or something moves that he must investigate. he watches a lot of tv. he uses his litterbox like a real champ. he doesn't claw the curtains. pete pretends he doesn't like him but i believe that secretly he does. jeffrey likes pete but he also knows that pete is the boss and therefore i excuse myself from most disciplining. sometimes i say awkward things like "it's like pete and i have a baby!" and pete scrunches up his nose but it kind of is like that.

he gets his name from a funny little story that goes something like this. one year, a few years ago, at my grandparents house, my gido was trying to get the attention of our dog, jessie. instead of calling her jessie he said "jeffrey, jeffrey!" katelyn and i thought it was the best thing ever and decided that when i lived on my own she would buy me a cat named jeffrey.

et voila.

mystery

september 30, 2006
7:15am - hungover taryn wakes up to the sound of pete's alarm clock and turns it off.
7:20am - taryn wonders why pete didn't turn the alarm off himself.
7:22am - taryn realizes that pete is not in the bed.
7:25am - pete is not in the bedroom, on the balcony, in the closet, in the kitchen, or in the bathroom. conclusion: pete is not in the apartment but all of his stuff his.
7:26am - his car is not in the parking lot. conclusion: of course it isn't, we left it at rachael's last night after the party.
7:27am - pete is found!
7:27am - pete is completely naked and asleep on the tiny, old loveseat in the apartment lobby. he is quite happy to be naked and in the lobby.
7:28am - taryn realizes that the laundry machines have been turned on. conclusion: he has been seen like this.
7:30am - taryn and pete return to the apartment and establish that pete did in fact get back to the apartment last night as his clothes and personal possessions are here.

ideas:
1. he peed himself and wanted to wash his clothes. possible as his boxers from the evening are missing in action.
2. we had a fight and i kicked him out.
3. ninjas.

as i remember nothing more of the evening than getting out of the cab and thinking "i wonder if anybody would notice if i puked beside that dumpster" i really can't offer much insight.

dreambaby

i've been having funny little dreams lately that i can't really distinguish from reality. like pete telling me that i should get an electric toothbrush because it will cut my brushing time in half. or seeing candice outside of the sub. i don't have dreams very often. well, now i do. but i never really used to. pete would say "what did you dream about?" and i would say "nothing." and there was no feeling that i did have a dream and forgot it, it was purely nothing. and now there's always something there. some dream that i promise to remember and then forget. or there's those little dreams. maybe parts of big dreams or maybe just random glimpses into my subconscious. is that where dreams come from? i took psychology in high school and got 100% (bragbragbrag) but all i remember is about pavlov's dog (i also learned about that in motor learning second year) and that 1 in 5 albertans suffers from depression. i also remember a woman that came to talk to us about schizophrenia and she convinced me that one day i would become schizophrenic because i always used to be scared to think things because i could never tell who could hear my thoughts. she did not actually convince me but she talked about how paranoia is a leading symptom. that is not a normal behaviour so i was thinking about how if i knew i was going to get schizophrenia then when i got it i would be able to say "no, taryn, those voices aren't real. ignore them. you are just schizophrenic." that's kind of unimportant now and i don't think like that anymore. anyway, i've been having dreams lately.

303

our apartment is small and oldfashioned and it smells like body odor if we don't leave the windows open. we have a tv now and a futon for guests. we're supposed to sleep on it until we get a bed but the air mattress is where we usually find ourselves. i don't mind. most nights we both end up rolling into the middle, not much more than an inch of air protecting us from the ground. he mumbles in his sleep and puts his arm around me and it makes all those days we spent apart worth it.

september, hello

this afternoon, as i sat in the focus, which sat on the ferry, which sat on the pacific ocean, i heard rj's voice for the first time since april and i can't wait to be back in victoria.

it's still august by eight minutes and we just got back from salt spring. my laundry is spinning away one floor below me and the most beautiful boy in the world is asleep on the couch. we're going to nelson tomorrow and then to victoria on tuesday. then i'll say a little goodbye to this summer and launch into school with guns ablazin'.

so here is to august and to my twentieth summer and to the feeling right before you launch off the cliff of the world's best rope swing.

08/24

i just didn't want to miss august.

interlude

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

-Rudyard Kipling, "If"

the summer sun knows me by name

sunday.

brie, rebecca & me.

lake okanagan.

so fun.

nothing suits this weather and current fun levels like a little bit of the brady bunch: i gotta get out get me some of those rays. you know how it is. i don't know how anyone can take life seriously when there is so much fun around. canada day is coming and we're gonna get silly.

my summer goals go a little like this:

• sit on my roof
• plan a holiday with loverboy
• watch nip/tuck
• dance
• fly kites
• watch sunrises
• read books (the list may or may not come)
• learn some constellations
• explore
• visit alberta
• build forts
• boulder
• drive the seadoo
• learn cool recipes
• cliffjump
• volunteer
• fix my tan
• wear sundresses & floppy hats
• have afternoon parties
• picnic
• kiss & hug
  

june21!

happy summer!

sunburns and tanlines are where it's at. strategically buying $6 superstore tanktops to fix our current wifebeater goodlooks is always a treat and you know it's summer when your flipflopped feet are covered in dirt. i'm amped about all the good books and beach afternoons that await. today my boss said that we're going to start working only from 7am-1pm when it starts getting to 38 degrees next week. then it's to the beach as fast as the focus will carry us. as if this is actually my life.

jenna, i miss you.

+++

here's how i've been. i've been thinking a lot about cross-stitching and about big round wicker chairs and about how different i always am. but always the same because nothing ever changes. i probably wiped that finger on someone.

neerg

green is the colour of the sparklin' corn
in the morning when we rise
in the morning when we rise
that's the time, that's the time
i love the best

saturday night dance i like the way you move

phase one.
bowling.

i play arcade games while i wait for them to show up. 75 cents later they appear and everyone looks nice and happy. we go bowling. we drink beer and the woman doesn't believe that my id is actually me. she lets me drink the beer anyway and we all dance to thunderstruck. i come in second last.

phase two.
prep.

brie and i are ready. we wait on the deck listening to the boy least likely to. i drink vex out of a glass. we have to be sneaky and quiet because there is a baby sleeping. i can't stop laughing. we wait in the parking lot at 7-11 and i draw pictures of us weeding. people tell funny stories and i'm already fairly drunk.

phase three.
strippers.

the stripper is fully naked and incredibly strong. people are talking to me all over the place. i sing along to nitty gritty dirt band with a guy from alberta. we talk about the prairie. drinks keep appearing in front of me. we make fun of the guys sitting along the stage. we're not much better. i want to dance but there's no room.

phase four.
gotcha.

we lie to boys about where we're going. we go to gotcha and get in for free. now we can dance. more drinks. free shots. lots of high fives. they dance, i jump around. they think i'm crazy. i dance with a boy who says that i am out of control. the girls laugh at me and i wish that we were going to mexico. people are pulling on me and then tanji grabs my hand and its off to the other dance floor. people are smoking and i am being a wild person. i'm hot and sweaty and i want to go swimming. they say we can go at 1:45.

phase five.
beach.

at 2:30 we finally organize to the beach. no one wants to go but i dance down there anyway. brie and i think we are lost but tanji answers her cell phone. i want to swim. no one believes me. then i'm in my underwear in the water. i am scared of the ogopogo and run out. i put my clothes back on and my wet underwear makes me soaked. it looks like i peed my pants and have huge pit stains. a boy shows up and lets us smoke a joint with him.

phase six.
denny's.

it is starting to get light out. we are hungry. we pile into gabie's car and drive to denny's. no, first we pick up regina mike's car. i get grilled cheese and a coke. we laugh a lot. i feel very young and immature. there is a flower necklace on my head and my hair is wet. my calves hurt. my eyes hurt. regina mike drives us home. i leave without paying. my parents are impressed at how sober/in control i am. i am a good faker.

phase seven.
morning.

i wake up. the first thought i have is "shit. i didn't pay." who does that? i feel very bad. i will pay for climbing tomorrow to make up for it. i'm not hungover. my cell phone keeps falling apart but at least it still works. i look at the pictures brie took. i look very happy in them. we are all smiles like we have been best friends forever. i will miss everyone when they leave.

sunnysunsun

last night i was thinking a lot about the prairie. a girl i work with just moved to calgary from edmonton but grew up in kelowna. we talked about how people always tend to go back to where they came from. not everyone, but most people. she can't imagine settling down anywhere other than kelowna and i know that eventually, probably when i'm a lot older and have forgotten how passionately i fought to get away when i was 18, i'll go back to alberta. i have a prairie voice and i still find a huge stretch of farmland and an endless horizon more beautiful than any ocean or mountain range. i don't know why i think about this. maybe because i miss all of that, everything i had last summer. boohoo, i don't need to be a baby. but i just want to be. the good news is that my buddies here are cool and i have one of the best tans i've ever had in my life. all that weeding is good for something. so what if i look like wrinklyleatherskin when i'm 35? at least i'll look hot now.

really, come visit me. this house is too big for just the five of us and i will take you for drives to the beach in the focus - we can roll the windows down and turn the music up. i might even dance for you.

glove tan

(only) ten things i like about my new job

1 the work (think: weeding, planting, pruning)
2 the people (think: nicest boss ever)
3 the hours (think: i make my own!)
4 the location (think: small, new vineyard in the okanagan valley)
5 the chickens/roosters (think: they roam free and cock-a-doodle-doo all day long)
6 the money (think: great pay for the work and for kelowna)
7 the sunshine (think: constant)
8 the after work showers (think: best feeling ever)
9 the drive (think: close to where i live)
10 the fridays (think: friday's pizza day, the best day of the week)

three things i don't like about my new job

1 glove tan
2 sock tan
3 t-shirt tan


hey gang. i'd like to tell you all the lovely things about kelowna but it would just be a long ramble about the awesomeness of my job. i get up early and work until 3 and then come home, shower and pass out on the couch because everything in my body aches. then i eat everything in my kitchen, hang out with my sisters and go to bed. taryn, you party animal you. but it's quite fun out here. the weather is fab, my sisters are brilliant buddies and my parents are ever accomodating to my vegetarian lifestyle. i even made one friend and we are going climbing on the weekend and to the beach! man, i am the best.

yes, life is good right now. the bf is coming out here, i've learned how to lessen the impact of the glove tan and the best frozen yogurt ever is only minutes from my house. don't worry, there will be updates on the hilarious awkwardness of having pete stay at my parent's house when they are out of town. i'm looking quite forward to any lectures or rules they may feel it necessary to make.

i realize that a lot of my sentences are like listing off things kinda. i'm sure there's a name for it but i'm not an english major so eff that. haha! just joking. well, i actually don't know the name of it. anyway. one time rj asked me if i could have three wishes what they would be and i think that one of them would be to view myself completely objectively. not like how great i look, because let's face it, we all know i look great (ha!), but mostly just how i write. it'd be interesting, at least.

time to go pass out in front of the tv. survivor, yeehaw. let's all root for cirie. she's the champ.

can't always be fight or flight

today alie and i made our last trip to tim horton's. we drove home and noticed the mountains for the first time. oh, this funny island of ours. you are too good to us. i felt a little stab in my heart because i've been taking all of this for granted. i have been so focused on where i'm going that i haven't really considered what i'm leaving.

it's hard to articulate how i feel about being here. i love it with every single particle of my being, no matter how miserable i may sometimes seem (be?). i love that when i drive over the hill i can see the ocean and that all of the bunnies are growing up into independent little creatures. i love that two of my best buddies are never much more than a holler away. i love being able to turn on the light in the shower on my first try. i love being in school. i love the protection that being in school offers. my only concerns are due dates and how to make my allowance last the rest of the month. let's not kid ourselves, i am spoiled. but i liiiike it. i want more of it.

aha! who am i kidding? i am going to move back in with my parents and my mom will cook me dinner and fold my laundry when i forget it in the dryer. my dad will slip us $20 to buy frozen yogurts or movie tickets without us even asking. i will jump on my sisters beds in the morning and sneak attack my puppies with all of the kisses i have. there are those things too. this afternoon i told my mom that i hope to get into kelowna fairly early on tuesday so that i can get some suntanning in.

really, who cares? kelowna will be great because i want it to be great. but it's important that i remember and appreciate being here. i have learned a lot, experienced a lot (!!!), played a lot, stressed out a lot, and been continually amazed at how my life is going.

it is going very, very well.

i will miss you. i hope you all have spectacular summers of love. suntans and slurpees and hands to hold. yes please.

dang

"only an undergraduate education" is the most disheartening phrase i've ever heard.

stoptalk

my life, lately.
but i've only won twice.

a prep course in cool

i call bullshit.
my english class was cancelled and i have no one to play frisbee with.

all of a sudden i have found myself with a block of time that is not meticulously scheduled.
blog time, okay.


jenna says that she reads my blog because she's hoping for some jenna&taryn stories.

so then i was reading back and i realized that i didn't really talk that much about the taryn&jenna phenomenon of the summer. and i think that has something to do with the fact that our summer wasn't a big blowout crazy madness shabang. it was subtle and unexpected and amazing.

mmk, righthip. this is how it went. i'm done work, i phone jenna. jenna is done school, she phones me. any moment of spare time? phone call. not even a text message, my friends. this is the real deal. then we would come up with a plan of action that would involve rollerblading or eating food or jumping on the trampoline or sitting around laughing. sometimes we would venture out beyond the regular comfort zone and go to rundle park or to myrnam or ikea or we would wander whyte ave aimlessly. yes, that's the general idea.

we even made a notebook to chronicle our adventures. few people are as cool as we are, that much is true. i try not to miss the summer too much because then it makes winter and school twice as hard, but this summer was amazing. basically, the weather was shitty the whole time and we were in sherwood park, but it's the people that make the place, no? basically, jenna made my summer. "the summer where all we have to think about is the right now. the summer that no one could have tried to plan any better."

oh and ps one time jenna punched me in the jaw and still doesn't believe me about it. we may have been too drunk to function as normal human beings (or we may not have been, i can't quite remember) but i know when i get hit in the jaw. and also, jenna was the one who dared me to smoke a cigarette. first and almost only. bad influence. and also, jenna was the one with a permanent address so she got a library card that i bummed off of her at every available opportunity. oh and also i do not get enough jenna time.

jenna is coming here soon and i wish it wasn't reading week so you guys could meet her instead of, you know, having lives of your own. although it probably wouldn't be too fun for you because it would just be us going "oh man! that was the awesomest time ever and we are so cool and we are friends and we are going to talk about all these people you don't know and places you've never been and make you feel left out!!!! we are so excited and having the best time ever and must overload on friendship and coolness!!"

but i am getting ahead of myself. pete is coming. he is on a plane right now. holy shit, he is on a plane right now.

Esse

Esse

I looked at that face, dumbfounded. The lights of Metro stations flew by; I
didn't notice them. What can be done, if our sight lacks absolute power to
devour objects ecstatically, in an instant, leaving nothing more than the void
of an ideal form, a sign like a hieroglyph simplified from the drawing of an
animal or bird. A slightly stub nose, a high brow with sleekly brushed-back
hair, the line of the chin - but why isn't the power of sight absolute? - and in
a whiteness tinged with pink two sculpted holes, containing a dark, lustrous
lava. To absorb that face but to have it simultaneously against the background
of all spring boughs, walls, waves, in its weeping, its laughter, moving it
back fifteen years, or ahead thirty. To have. It is not even a desire. Like a
butterfly, a fish, the stem of a plant, only more mysterious. And so it befell
me that after so many attempts at naming the world, I am able only to repeat,
harping on one string, the highest, the unique avowal beyond which no power can
attain: I am, she is. Shout, blow the trumpets, make thousands-strong
marches, leap, rend your clothing, repeating only: is!

She got out at Raspail. I was left behind with the immensity of
existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river,
suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.

-Czeslaw Milosz, 1954

be a fan, not a fanatic

hello february, my love.
you have returned from your eleven month sojourn and are back to grace my life with joy.

it's the oh six and we have gotten off to a decent start. my shot put testing was rained out, but then it stopped raining immediately after. and i only knocked down one hurdle during hurdles practice. yes. i judge my life based on two things.

1) track and field.
2) tim horton's.

a day that consists of no track and field is a good day. a day that consists of tim horton's is a good day. so by my calculations, today was a good day. not to mention that i bought nice vegetables and there was a flames game on tv. flames games are never on tv.

what else, what else. february. my active health prof gave us apples and carrots and grape tomatos and showed us cindy crawford aerobics. i got an a plus on some assignment in my physiology lab. i got a text message that said "i fall asleep every night thinking of you <3". i finished reading richard III. some money arrived in my bank account. every article of clothing i wore was clean. i didn't forget to take my vitamin (that actually only makes my dad happy).

i wonder when i stopped saying bio 30 and english 20 and stopped using alberta terms. it's become english 11 and bio 12. bc-isms. it doesn't seem important but when i think about losing those little parts of my albertahood it feels kind of sad. i wonder if that's how old people feel when they start using younger people slang for things, like they've lost some important part of themselves.

anyway. it's february, bitches.
rejoice.

and a big old ps. february 10. olympic opening ceremonies festivities. whether you are there or not, pete and i will be podunked and cheering for canada. can i get a what what. he doesn't know it yet, or maybe he does and just doesn't want to believe me. actually, he said something like "i guess it will be fun. i mean, we could clean your room and i'd be with you and that would make it fun." and holy fuck, where is your enthusiasm? it's the olympics, brotha. well, anyway. alie and i are enthuasiasts for it. what i should have said is whether you are there or not, alie and i will be podunked and cheering for canada. we have games lined up and we might riot in the streets, who knows. the rioting might come later, with some gold medals. fuck, it's not that hard to understand. olympics = start february 10 = rowdy.