my pathetic self home alone on a saturday night

first off, who decided that it was mandatory to go out on weekends? why are people like myself who stay at home losers? that being said, i’m sick sick sickity sick…. my headache, stuffy nose and me, curled up on my chair and how do i decide to spend this time? reading or doing my paper? of course not! i’m going to whine and bitch about it! i’m also incredibly broke; i make those mortgage brokers in california look like billionaires. here are some random thoughts.

crazy landlords! i was actually job hunting at first on craigslist, what with christmas coming up and my dire money situation, i decided to look for maybe a seasonal gig that pays shit all but i can earn some extra cash. then of course, i get distracted by the APTS/HOUSING, ROOMS SHARED categories, as i like to look from time to time what rent prices are like and ideas for nice neighbourhoods once i’m graduated. i quickly became very discouraged by what i saw: astronomical rent ($1600 for a ONE BEDROOM is the norm in a good neighbourhood and even in SoMa which isn’t saying much) and what was worse… landlords these days are NUTS! these housing ads look like they belong on match.com or findyourfuturepartner.com, meaning they sound more like personal ads trying to find love rather than a housemate. i could not believe the restrictions people came up with, especially when they are charging ridiculous prices like $1000 a month for a ROOM. for instance, it is increasingly popular to request a vegetarian or vegan roommate. okay, i can respect your eating choices, but to impose them on others? especially when it’s not like we will be cooking together 24/7 and i sure as hell will not be offering you a piece of my delicious sheperd’s pie. no smoking, drugs, must be clean, no parties in the house….. these i can understand. after all, who wants a house that stinks like smoke or has some white residue on the counters that just won’t seem to come off? hello house depreciation. but what i REALLY don’t understand are the following: no people over, no overnight guests, no couples, no music, no TV. WHAT? did i read that right???? first of all, if i am paying ONE GRAND for a room, shouldn’t i be allowed to have a friend over? if we don’t use the shared area, and we are quiet in MY room, why is it a big deal? overnight guests…. well…. i’m slightly biased on this one, as my friends are known to crash at my place after a night out and i do enjoy sleepovers with the boy. i still don’t see the harm in having a guest overnight once in a while, but whatever. NO TV AND NO MUSIC…. okay we are not living in a fascist society here, what do you want me to do then? sit in my room without making a sound (maybe i should watch my snoring, just in case it’s too loud or something) or hang out outside of the house/apartment? then excuse me for asking, but what am i paying you rent for? my last annoyance, and perhaps i take this one a little personally… but no couples? okay fine no couples renting a room, as that can get awkward. but it is MY business if i have a significant other or not. if i am paying you MONEY you have absolutely NO RIGHT to comment on my personal life and who i spend my time with. if i cannot move in simply because i’m taken, fuck you, you are miserable! you should be happy for others and i hope you are alone for a LONG TIME. with all that ranting, i am incredibly grateful for having such relaxed housemates. you guys are great

anna karenina and rainy vancouver days. so i have to read tolstoy’s masterpiece for my russian lit class, and i must say it is very depressing. add a stupid cold that won’t go away, a rainy day and a recent disagreement with the boyfriend, i almost want to jump off my roof. nothing is more sad than reading about a dumb bitch (no offense, as anna is supposed to be the PROtagonist not the ANtagonist) that cheats on her husband with an equally dumb man, and hearing the pouring rain in the background; it makes for a deep hatred of the book. however, if i had been reading this on a sunny day outside, perhaps i could appreciate it for what it really is. those crazy russians, they make everything so complex and existential. i’ll read it next summer and get back to you.

significant other’s parents? i read a very intriguing article online about women who complained that their boyfriend’s parents/in laws HATED them. there was a hilarious list on what not to do (do not mention sex or how great sex is with their son, don’t gloat about obama’s recent victory if they are staunch republicans, don’t be hungover/drunk when meeting them for the first time) and i got to thinking… what would happen if i had this problem? luckily in my relationship, i think my boyfriend’s parents are great and my parents really like him too (my lovely mother even bought the reet a shirt from london, how cute) so there are no problems (touch wood, hopefully nothing embarrassing happens in the future:P) but wouldn’t it just be horrible? family dinners would be awkward as hell, the disapproval would be a burden on the relationship and ultimately even if you are madly in love, there would always be that unspoken block. maybe i’m wrong; maybe it could work…. but it would just SUCK.

the beatles and their magic. i love how the beatles have encapsulated every feeling i’ve ever had in their songs. i shall give you some examples
happy - “being for the benefit of mr. kite”, “here comes the sun”
giddy/”cute mood” – “when i’m sixty four”… just try to not feel all warm and fuzzy inside when you hear this song.
a fight with the boyfriend, and you are scared to lose them - “oh darling”
in love – basically half of their songs, most of the stuff they first came out with…. my personal favourites include “i want to hold your hand”, “something” and “i’ve just seen a face”
thoughtful – “across the universe”
excitable, and i want to dance around – “i saw her standing there”
sad – “while my guitar gently weeps”, “strawberry fields forever”
childlike, aka when colouring or running around like a kid – “octopus’ garden”
when thinking about sex – “why don’t we do it in the road”, “i want you (she’s so heavy)”
when thinking about how opposite me and the boy are – “hello goodbye”
a fight with the boy and it’s both our faults – “we can work it out”
when feeling really appreciative of friends – “i get by with a little help from my friends”
high, intoxicated, out of it – “i am the walrus” (duh, did you expect anything else)

the end, le fin, until next time.