*le sigh*
Totally lost my temper with someone on my friends list. I would kill for talent, to be smart, and it really has gotten to the point where I have less patience with people who either take their talent/brains for granted, or they continue to whine and insist they are stupid when absolutly everything points to the contrary. I had a major anthropology Professor tell me I'll never make a good anthropologist, I am not smart enough. Fuck you for getting critical acclaimations on your work (which is what you want) and then saying you are an ultimate failure.
Rant over.
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I had fun on Saturday. Stephanie was a bit late, but I entertained myself at the Blendz coffee shop by offering free tarot readings to the scary druglords there. Interesting people.
I felt bad because I just randomly pointed out a dive of a cafe where we could get dinner, forgetting she is a vegitarian! We ordered a side of fries to share so we didn't feel so guilty for taking up seating, and then walked up Commercial Drive to an incredibly cool vegitarian place called Cafe Del Sol. I want to go back! I am not a vegitarian myself, but I enjoy trying new healthy food. We had fun practising our ASL a bit (oh heavens am I rusty) and chatting about all kinds of things until we saw it was already 8pm, and headed down to Trout Lake for the festival.
I became all excited, hearing drums, and we wandered along seeing several drum circles and dancers. We stopped and sat down to enjoy some Phillepeno (sp?) dancers- handsome men who weilded long sticks and did intricate fighting dance moves to the drums. It was so cool! Stephanie and I giggled about how we are both klutzes, and would probably seriously hurting our partners and/or ourselves should we ever try it. There were so many pretty girls there, I felt really ugly and out of place. There were lots of amazing costumes, tons of faeries, next year I want to have my cellophane dragonfly wings done so I can wear them. I have a great tutorial for them, I just need to buy an embosser.
We were nearly run over by the parade (the route was very odd, and not marked out almost at all), and once we settled down in a safe place we watched the lanterns go by. I was going to do a reading, but my cards were for some reason attracting moisture and getting wet. I felt silly, but I was really worried they would get wrecked. We left at around 10pm to go back to the blendz cafe to finish her tarot reading, splitting a really yummy strawberry yogurt drink. I felt happy to see that my reading was pretty bang on, and there was little to no ambiguity (I hate it when that happens).
We said goodbye around 11:30, and my sister picked me up from King George Station after her work finished. Until she got there, I practised my poi a bit, now I have all the basic tricks down (forwards, back, alternating, butterfly, grand butterfly) I need to try to do the turns. A girl at the festival made it look so easy!
Anyways, essay due friday, must go work. I am going to be at the Pride Parade on Saturday, who else is going?
Rant over.
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I had fun on Saturday. Stephanie was a bit late, but I entertained myself at the Blendz coffee shop by offering free tarot readings to the scary druglords there. Interesting people.
I felt bad because I just randomly pointed out a dive of a cafe where we could get dinner, forgetting she is a vegitarian! We ordered a side of fries to share so we didn't feel so guilty for taking up seating, and then walked up Commercial Drive to an incredibly cool vegitarian place called Cafe Del Sol. I want to go back! I am not a vegitarian myself, but I enjoy trying new healthy food. We had fun practising our ASL a bit (oh heavens am I rusty) and chatting about all kinds of things until we saw it was already 8pm, and headed down to Trout Lake for the festival.
I became all excited, hearing drums, and we wandered along seeing several drum circles and dancers. We stopped and sat down to enjoy some Phillepeno (sp?) dancers- handsome men who weilded long sticks and did intricate fighting dance moves to the drums. It was so cool! Stephanie and I giggled about how we are both klutzes, and would probably seriously hurting our partners and/or ourselves should we ever try it. There were so many pretty girls there, I felt really ugly and out of place. There were lots of amazing costumes, tons of faeries, next year I want to have my cellophane dragonfly wings done so I can wear them. I have a great tutorial for them, I just need to buy an embosser.
We were nearly run over by the parade (the route was very odd, and not marked out almost at all), and once we settled down in a safe place we watched the lanterns go by. I was going to do a reading, but my cards were for some reason attracting moisture and getting wet. I felt silly, but I was really worried they would get wrecked. We left at around 10pm to go back to the blendz cafe to finish her tarot reading, splitting a really yummy strawberry yogurt drink. I felt happy to see that my reading was pretty bang on, and there was little to no ambiguity (I hate it when that happens).
We said goodbye around 11:30, and my sister picked me up from King George Station after her work finished. Until she got there, I practised my poi a bit, now I have all the basic tricks down (forwards, back, alternating, butterfly, grand butterfly) I need to try to do the turns. A girl at the festival made it look so easy!
Anyways, essay due friday, must go work. I am going to be at the Pride Parade on Saturday, who else is going?