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.
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2 comments:
gareth.
1) i'm sure the flames games are on tv all the time, but in calgary. we are in victoria and we get the canucks' games. i check every time the flames are scheduled to play.
2) podunk aka small town style? yeah, i got that. at first i wasn't open to the idea of using it as a drunk term, but now i find it fitting.
and hart.
fuckin' ralph klein. but yeah, you're probably right. and curling is going to be stellar.
i remember when i was in alberta i hated albertisms like "bio 30". and the fact that there were no cowboys in edmonton.
podunk?
not knowing what that word means makes me feel old.
i like how you have a clear set of guidelines for judging your life. i think i should find a similar set. it wont involve track and field or tim horton's since we have neither here. ok, there's probably track & field at the high school but that's really not my scene.
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