my boyfriend has a new flickr account and now i'm not sure i'm still his girlfriend.

and we're baaaack

my dearest friend natalie was just in town and it was a wonderful but short visit. short because the work nazis wouldn't let me leave. we only got one full day together and that was wasted in a little city called vancouver.

now i've heard good things about the city. everyone raves about how clean and fun it is, but i was extremely unimpressed. we didn't have a game plan, but josh went to gastown a few years back and said it was cool, so we checked it out.

gastown should be renamed to shittown. it was horrible. within 30 minutes 5 crazies attacked.
1. the panhandler. she approached us at my car and started talking to us, telling us all about the parking meters and her life. natalie quickly put her wallet away and josh asked her if she had change for a dollar. he's going to hell.
2.rehab woman. she was making a small scene in the little restaurant we were eating at. she was told by the owner to stand in line and not talk.
3. crazy camera man. he tried to steal the man next to me's camera. tried to grab it right off his wrist and asked, "can i have this?" the camera owner said no. crazy man asked again. and then walked off. 20 feet later he verbally assaults whitey mcwhiterson probably to the point of tears.
4. hit and run crazy. this man ran away after punching a little asian girl in the face. you know it's a good trip when you have to call 911.
5. crazy laugher. this one just kept laughing at himself. josh purposely blocked the crosswalk with my car to see what he'd do. he laughed.

we went to the market, but after our adventure in shittown, we weren't in the mood for anything but getting the out of the city.

snoop

i hate surprises. well, let me rephrase that: i hate surprises that i know are coming. "i have a surprise for you," are six words that should never be spoken in the same sentence. if you have a surprise for me and you tell me, it's not really a surprise anymore, is it? and now you have to endure my constant nagging to find out what it is. because let's be honest, once i know there is a surprise i'll do pretty much anything to find out what it is.

christmas is a perfect example. i know that surprises are coming. i used look for my presents every year (and still would if not for the fact that i'm with my mom when she shops for me). i wouldn't stop until i found them. once i found them, i'd keep snooping in other places just to make sure there weren't anymore. i'd usually check two or three times a week to see if anything had been added. i just like to be prepared. what if you hate a present, you need to know so you can fake the, "yea! i love it. thank you," face.

my birthday is friday and the presents from my parents came off my amazon wishlist. before they bought my present i looked over wishlist to make sure i knew what was on it and i looked at the total number of items. 77. this morning i checked to see what was missing and 3 things are gone, but i can't figure out what they are. ahhhhh. i know one thing, but the other two are a mystery to me. this will consume my mind all day.