Everything in 3's

This is about one of the worst days of my life. This day was not today it was in fact on Thursday, I delayed in writing to give myself a breathing rooms moment of pause so I may write it out more clearly then with anger and frustration clouding my judgment and writing capabilities. Now to be clear I am still frustrated and angry , just not to the extremist point I was last week.

    It all started at approximately 10:24 am. I had received my check in the bank and so I logged onto epost to check bills. This is normally not an overly shocking event they are normally relatively all around the same amount every month. This month was an exception to the rule, I was in shock and in hysterics withing seconds for before my eyes laid a gas and electric bill for 772$. A phone call and staring at the bill a few minutes later it turns out that although I have been paying my bills they have not billed me for gas since mid November for some unapparent reason and decided to throw it all on one bill. They also did not include the electric on this bill so next bill I will be charged for 2 months of electric. Is this even allowed? is this even legal?

      That was event number one. Onto event number two.

   At approximately10:52 am I received a phone call from my neurologists office saying they finally got the urgent fax from the medicentre. A week later. My neurologist is really worried about my left arm and to get to the nearest emergency room asap. The good news is that I can start a special diet for my epilepsy it is a modified atkins diet that allows a little more carbs then the standard ketogenic diet that they have used for epilepsy control since the 1920's. That was the only good news.

   Event number three.

   On the way out the door to the emergency room at noon I got the rejection letter from AISH. I do not need to go into why this is bad as I believe it is self explanatory.

So all three events combined left me in a state of melancholy, despair, anger, frustration, it was either break many many things whilst screaming at the top of my lungs uttering many obscenities or cry. As I was about to board the bus and go into public cry I did.

     Eight hours, a neck ex-ray and blood work later they determined I had nerve damage in my left arm and gave me a sling. They also sent off a letter to my neurologist about there findings.

     I have my specialist appointment this week. I cannot wait. The diet is going to be a challenge but on the upside I still get to eat bacon and cheese!

    I wrote these events as unattached as possible had I of written them a few days ago there would have been many foul words upon this page.

  More updates will be added as life continues flowing its ever ebbing path through space and time.

My life in clothes,

Clothes. They are all around us, on us, begging us to purchase them , to make them our own. Clothes, due to the fact that they are everywhere are being taken for granted. Clothes; the one thing we can use to add to our identity. Clothes; it is how people of the world sweep their eyes over  you and in one moment make a preconceived notion of who you are and what you like because of what you are wearing. Clothes; something simple has now become something completely complex in the miasma of culture.

For those of you who do not know me I am a highly complex creature ( I say creature as that is all humans are. pathetic, brilliant, genius, destructive, intelligent, amazing creatures). I love playing around with clothes, ripping them apart, adding studs, making eyelets, making them my own. I wear many different genres of clothing, punk,goth,prep,gypsy,hippie,granny,etc. It is do to this that some people have the audacity to call me a poseur.

    Vocabulary lesson! A poseur is someone pretending to be something they are not.

 I for instance would be a poseur if I was untrue to my eclectic clothing and music taste and stuck to only one genre, one facet of existence and behaviour schematic for the rest of my life. Thus I am not a poseur, I am an eccentric creature true to my nature.

  Why people judge others by what they are wearing is beyond me. If it makes them happy and they are not hurting anyone ( such as those people who wear tights with nothing over top which is what tights were intended for and nothing underneath which makes us want to rip our eyes out of our sockets from seeing far too much for our comfort zone as you saunter on by us unexpectedly subjegating us to your physique when we want a relaxing java day outing of peace and tranquility) then leave them alone because they have more balls then you do for wearing what they like outside of the "norm".

  Also what if that person who you think looks unfashionable and stupid for wandering around in loose comfy clothing, perhaps they are just having a comfy day, you in your pointed toe stiletto heels, pencil skirt, waist clincher et al  are just jealous that you are not that comfy.

So this is the end of the pointless rant about clothes for now it is morning , I have yet to have my tea and as such am pretty much writing this half awake. Perhaps I shall add more at a later date.

Cheers to all you reading this  :P  .....p.s if you want to go clothes shopping the stores in west ed are still having amazing sales on!  yay for 80% off hoodies and a new sweater for a mere 2.50$..... oh come on don't look at me like that ...I am the sale finder, I am only spreading the good news so everyone who realizes the clothes they bought last year no longer fit....do the world and yourself a favour...buy some new ones .....now ....and for really cheap!

Haiku

This is a haiku I wrote for English class. I don't even know if the teacher liked it to give me the 1% bonus mark for it due to me having to leave for the moment but hey I still like it :P

Spring

The sun is shining,

My knowledge is expanding,

Life is blooming 

Here is something I wrote when Anita and I were playing with different writing styles .

The Air was cold upon the sombre skin of the innocent.

Side note: for anyone who thinks it should be spelled somber, that is the American spelling I used the Canadian one as that is the right one so there !  : p 

Pondering over a pumpkin chai latte

  I am sitting in a Starbucks less than a block away from the school I just had to drop out of; 
contemplating what this means for me and my precious dreams. 

   Some egotistical self absorbed male decided it was a good idea to hold me down during
a grand mal, that is what has lead me to this point. A pumpkin spice latte in a downtown
Starbucks.

   I am oddly enough smiling through the alluring medley of cinnamon and whipped cream,
the subtle burst of pumpkin shining through  like a beacon of hope, a beautiful reminder
that humanity in all their ignorance and pride may have turned on me, but nature and her
fruits will always be here to comfort me, bring me to a place of strength and self awareness.

  Perhaps it is my path to get back to a long lost love, writing. I somehow forgot in the
oscillating structure of life what a soothing companion she makes amongst a world full
of cruel mistresses, games and entertainment that may distract you for a moment, but
never help you to heal your soul.

  I am not sure if it is the pumpkin/cinnamon combination, the short lived feeling as
though all my dreams had crashed; or the somber sounds of the Smiths playing in the
background.

Whatever it was that reawakened my need to write, I thank you from the depths
of my being for helping me turn a nightmare into a dream.