I'm a Vancouverite and as a Vancouverite you must love two things: outdoors & outdoor activity & the rain whilst doing said activities (that's three things, but stay with me on this one). Today I walked to the mall. Same mall made popular by Zac Ephron of HSM fame ("High School Musical" for those of you not in the know... ie. above the age of 12). Apparently he was in my 'hood and I didn't know. But guys (and girls) with brown side-swept bangs are pretty common so I don't think I would even notice. He should start singing on tables and THEN I would know it was him. I digress. Far too much thought put into that.

Where was I?

Ah yes. Vancouver. Anyway, I walk to this mall which takes about half an hour-ish. It's a lovely walk, actually. I dropped $100 over at Future Shop buying random dvds and cds because I felt it necessary and I felt moral guilt from over-downloading these days. I will always support awesome tv and music though. ALWAYS.

I walk out and it's sprinkling and I see how no one is using an umbrella and I take pride in that. We are Vancouverites and we don't give a shit. Now as I think this in my head, it starts to pick up and I'm all, yeah, I'm just wearing a t-shirt, this is how we roll in Vancouver! I walk further and am about 4 minutes from home and I think, "Whatever, I'm from Vancouver, we like to walk and we like the rain." So I take the long way home...

Then, once again I'm minutes from home in the pouring rain when i decide to detour and go to the grocery store to buy milk and as I do so, I hear massive thunder and realize, that this isn't Vancouver everyday rain.... so I pick up the pace

I'm mad that I wore my new Converse. shit.

I go pick up said products and thunder roars again and as I step out, I see it's POURING. Like, piss-pouring-bucket-loads-is-this-something-to-do-with-el-nino-or-al-gore pouring. It's wetter out there than a 90's pop music video. i contemplate doin' a little "Quit playing games with my heart" dance. I freeze. As if that'll stop it. I tread home soaking wet (don't sexualize that) and am happy I wore a scarf over my otherwise see-through t-shirt (ibid).

Thunder.

I am worrying about my underwire bra and am wondering if it'll be the death of me.

Thunder.

Or maybe the little metal rivets on my purse.

Thunder.

I'm hungry.

Thunder.

And still like the rain.

Thunder.

Shit. My milk is still in my purse.

feature, future, feets-hurt

My Publishing program has ended and I feel older, wiser and certifiedier. Now when I see ripped magazines, I know in my heart that I am certified to fix it. I mean, I now have the documentation to publish anything. AND I MEAN ANYTHING! including... oh yeah.... community newsletters (reow!)

Well, I'm not quite certified yet. I have a dreaded 2,000 word feature article to write by Friday and have barely touched it. I've been either far too busy or far too lazy (more the latter, honestly). I feel my brain is slowly melting away. My mother is right in saying being out of school kills your brain, I guess. I was recently enamored by the fact that this chick wrote "qualms" in her blog. It's not a particularly good word or even that interesting, but for whatever reason it made me feel self-conscious. Would I have used qualms? COULD I have used qualms? It's a qualm, really.

Anyway, so after Friday, my Summer will officially begin, I guess. well, I mean, technically it began a month ago, but now I won't have the guilt of that dreaded feature article looming about. I'm back to the same ol' job until Fall which is bothersome. I guess there's this unreal expectation that once you go through school that life will miraculously change thereafter. YOU TRICKED ME ASIAN ELDERS! YOU SAID CONTINUED STUDIES WOULD FULFILL ALL MY LIFE'S HAPPINESSES! However, I am going to be doing an internship at a publishing company in the Fall for nearly 2 months. That's kind of exciting.

Okay, resolution to keep blogging to keep the mind active. I am officially mid-twenties-ish, so while the hips are creaking and the fat is settling, my mind shall remain active.

Harry Potter night tonight. I'm a movie-fan, but not book-fan. Horrible, I know