The Best Days Of Our Lives

I don't know how some drivers can be so bold. If you make a directional mistake you should find a safe and appropriate place to correct yourself. Don't get me wrong, I've made a U-turn or two in my day, but only when I felt the roads were open enough and it was safe. Turning onto Vaughan from Oakwood there is a lane going straight and a lane going left with an advanced green. I was in the left lane and while our light was red the guy beside me did a U-turn in front of me to head back North up Oakwood. 4 seconds later it was green for me and I had an advanced light. If he had been mid-illegal-jerk-move I could have hit him, and that pisses me off.

3 people today at work got fired. It's possible that one quit, but it doesn't make me feel good about where I'm working. Not good at all. Once again I have something thinking to do. Some soul searching perhaps.

I took the collectors home today because I have come to distrust the hwy alert signs. Whenever it says both Express and Collectors are very slow I take Collectors. Turns out they lied (big surprise) and Express was WIDE open, while Collectors crawled at a speed slower than a car that is not accelerating. Just as I was thinking, "Sure would be nice to hop that hwy divider" a 4x4 did just that. At an opening between cement fences he took life by the balls and merged into the fast lane. I was jealous. It was slow because the 427S was closed for diplomats. I actually got a little peak at a motorcade being escorted by police. I'm not anti-G20, but if you've seen the fences they have built downtown it's scary and creepy. Total police state.

Also...
Pirate Radio: One hundred opposable thumbs up.
Men Who Stare At Goats: One giant WTF

SHUT IT DOWN

I'm wearing an old faded custom tank top right now. When it gets really hot in here there's no choice but to wear as little as possible and wait for the air to cool. My mother has offered to purchase an AC but I refuse, for now. I made an exception for the space heater that only gets used 3 months out of the year, but an AC would be much larger and more wasteful. Today the heat wasn't as bad as the end of May. I did get a little bit reflective and thought that it's sad when all that you have left of someone are some ancient memories, a faded tank, and some sour grapes. But that's life.

It was such a beautiful and amazing weekend. Not counting the fact that I once again locked myself out of my house everything just seemed to come together. I got to see a lot of family, I went to Frank's housewarming and saw Tamara down at the Skydome for 10 minutes between her buying tickets and entering the stadium. I sat off to the side in the shade and read for a while. Guernsey is getting really good.

Sunday night I went to Adam's on the way home. After a failed attempt at a harbourfront coffee, we went down to Cherry beach and skipped stones in the dark. Knowing your after hour coffee locations that are parking accessible is key. Unfortunately we failed and had to rely on good old reliable Casa Loma Timmy's.

It was a really enjoyable weekend. Perhaps the funniest part was picking up my keys at Sim's place. After about a 15 minute chat Sim goes, "So how are you planning on getting back into your place??" I paused for a second as my brain ran triple checks for sarcasm. "...Ummm, I'm going to get my spare keys from you?" I also had to remind her where she had stashed them, which I found very amusing. With the allergy medicine in an envelope marked "Julie's keys".

Now, to find the solution to neck acne and life will be perfect.

Peee-aaaccch

I got a nice surprise today on the way to work as my Check Engine light suddenly flicked on. Yaaaay. I spent the rest of the trip in cursing my car and my soon to be non-existent bank account. Through out the day my mind wandered away from the engine problems until 6pm when I was once again confronted with the glowing light of doom. It wasn't until about half way home that I remembered there was a higher than likely chance it was only because my gas lid wasn't screwed on properly. I was fairly certain that would be the reason for the unwanted orange thing on my dash, but I have become so accustomed to chagrin I was preparing for the worst. Luck be a lady, it was my gas cap. Now tomorrow I get to see if the light goes back to normal and I can move on with my life. Ironically, I'm about 50km short of my scheduled oil change and I might not have noticed had the lid not been loose. Who knows.

I just got rejected for another job. At this point I'd just like to get an offer to feel better about myself. I'm not too upset, it's just the principle.

I almost got an opportunity to work in a performance for the Fringe Festival. Turns out the director got someone else and my services were not required. I'm ok either way, but it would have been fun to challenge myself with something new like that.

I'm going back to Newmarket this weekend to see my awesome Great Aunt. Then I think there's something father related happening on Sunday. Stuff stuff stuff.

I've moved onto The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Anne Barrows. I've heard good things, so we shall see.