weekend: from good to bad

friday started with the end of my workweek...finally... a bad week that worsened from mon to fri. meeting up with a friend from drinks was a great idea (thanks daam). also, i bought a few gay cinema movies to add to my col.l and enjoy soon. plus, i bought the entire series of firefly. i've never seen it, but i like joss and space and sci-fi/fantasy somewhat... oh, and i bought some DVDRs or whatever they're called-the ones you can burn files onto from the comp and then watch on the DVD (had to film a skill sample for a busary). success, i am not completely computilliterate.

drinks were finally had, along with good farfalle and moules. mmm. jokes were made and laughs shared. good times. around 9 o'clock i said the goodbye and made my way over to another friends for more drinks and laughs et cetera. three of us complained about life, chatted about how the world should be and why it wasn't. then we headed over to the wreck room (good times) for a while where a few other of my friends were already dancing it up.

although we didn't close the bar, we did leave somewhat late, and i decided to take the bus instead of a cab (i'm poor again, remember). my buddy walked and waited with me for just about an hour for the 24-hr bus to finally pull up. got in chez moi around 4 a.m.. good times

saturday was a good day too. a nice sleep in, then hung out with with roomie eksje for a few hours. she had a soirée planned, so we went back home, and i veg'd for a bit. i had somewhat made plans with a friend to meet up that night...and took the 20/30 minutes to get downtown to meet him... only to be stood up. (note: this is where the weekend goes from good to bad). luckily i had run into a friend on the subway on my way down, and he was nice enough to wait with me... and to then [take pity on me and] invite me out with him and his group to the karaoke bar... no, i don't sing.

after midnight--so over an hour or so from the agreed-upon time, the initial friend whom i was to meet up with txted: "oops! you still there?" yeah, because i'm going to wait for you for two hours in a freaking coffeeshop. clearly you think i have no life. thanks. no i'm not effin' still there. grrr.

sunday was an alright start. i got to practise my kraft a bit before rushing to a meeting--where nought was discussed related to the topic at hand; rather we dished and gossiped about each other's love life. during all of this, txts were going back and forth between me and a certain someone (about whom i've blogged on numberous occasion) to meet up. their request.

okay, fine. let's meet up. i can to the masking thing and act as though i don't care. i mean, i don't. whatevs. fuck. now, need to kill time. saw the hangover with a friend (good movie. i laughed). and then made my way to meet the txter. literally as i was txting "i'm here", i get one from them "emergency thing came up. can't meet". (note: this is where the weekend goes from bad to hellaworse). cancelled on twice in two days. nice.

this blogger feels uber spec.

i wander back home in a hffmp and put in one of the gay cinema movies i bought. potential was there, but the cinematography was ass (and not in a good gay cinema way). did chat with tjaad though, which was good -- for both of us.

slept.
awoke this am.
got to work. and was given headache enducing data to read through.

yum.. a perfekt monday start...

good thing i always see half-full. yup. that's me. optimististician.

i eat sarcasm for breakfast.

hic extraneus sum.