*SIGH*

Snow makes me so very happy. I don't really know what purpose it serves in the city (other than for aesthetic value and smashing up your car) but as long as the Elk Valley is getting dumped on (which it is) my heart is full of joy. It's going to be a very merry christmas this year.

I just watched the latest Warren Miller film. I am now fully inspired to go out and attempt to duplicate that which I have seen...

J.

back to the land of sorels and giant snowplows

You know you're getting old when you find Christmas a source of stress. For the first time...ever, I am anticipating christmas shopping to be holiday hell. The moment I step foot in a shopping center I feel clausterphobic and tense. I fear that if I stop for one second I will become roadkill for the masses of cell-phone toting maniacs and offspring. Mass consumerism has once again sucked all the joy and goodwill out of the season, leaving a pile of spoiled, materialistic gnomes in it's wake. I don't think it was ever meant to be like this.

the city is exhausting.

On a happier note, I am very excited to be retreating to small town BC where I can escape the general public and hide away in my parents cozy home on our quiet street. The place where I see the stars at night from my driveway and fear being attacked by the aggressive deer living in our backyard. I miss simple things like that. Sometimes I even miss the people - the ones who wear their snowmobiling suits and sorels to the grocery store to get milk (why drive a boring old car when you can rip through the streets of town on something called "The Snowmeister 3000"?). I miss the delinquent youth smoking pot behind the dumpsters while trying to light the mall on fire. I even miss the hicks. There is something very endearing about it all.

I think the first thing I'm going to do when I get home is build a snow fort. Kevan? Matthew? Daniel? Leah? You guys in?

J.

beautiful Italian Man

So I worked a job for my Temp agency today asking travellers going between Edmonton and Calgary some questions. This survey will be used as research for the upcoming high-speed train that the Government is hoping to build. (next summer they are hoping to put together a proposal.) (sure they will). The man that was my boss for the day was a good-looking Italian man from Toronto. He had an Italian accent. We spent part of the day in a coffee shop listening to live music and drinking coffee in between buses leaving for Calgary. When the day was over he asked me out for supper. Beautiful man with italian accent invited me to join him for a late supper. I declined, but i really wanted to say yes. Sometimes being a christian sucks. just in case this was not such an innocent invitation from a lonely man that spends most of his time travelling between major cities in Canada, I said no.

It could have been romantic. He could have told me more stories about growing up in Italy, I would not have minded.

Alas, this is was my day. I blogged about it because it may never happen again that a rich, beautiful mathematic Italian man will want to go out for supper with me. Maybe I better find him before he leaves and marry him. He is probably very rich, I can quit school, move to Toronto. visit Troy.


A. Wilgus