Weekend in Current Events

My car made it to Brandon with no problem. You would have thought we were flying in a beat-up plane because my sister, Melissa, was a nervous wreck the entire time. It was very menacing. It didn’t have anything to do with my car, she is just like that. It was nice that she finally got to see Miranda, our pregnant sister. It’s Miranda’s first and she has wanted this forever. Melissa wishes she could be there for it. For all of it.

Miranda lives in the ghetto—the roughest street. Behind her building is where the homeless tent. I wanted to explore the city more but nobody was up for it. We did go for a walk to a couple of thrift stores in the area. I found a fedora that fits perfectly and is exactly what I was looking for minus the colour. It’s a deep forest green but that’s okay. I’ve been wearing the hell out of it.

Her boyfriend Justin seems to have really turned things around for himself. I’ve had some pretty harsh entries written about him. He is an addict and he has hurt my family and it has been absolutely menacing that Miranda stays with him. Now they’re having a baby girl together making him a part of our lives forever. He works at the centre he went to for his alcoholism. He gives speeches there where he tells his story to other members. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, I have never seen this side of him.

On that note, I asked Justin the time he was born because I’m that guy. I wanted to look at his astrological birth chart. I was looking for prominent placements in the 6th house and boy does he ever. It’s overflowing. There is also a lot of death and rebirth for him in his chart. I already knew that he was internally restless because he is a Virgo but now I can see how bad that is because he is a Gemini rising. He needs constant stimulation. I could tell that he liked it when I went over his chart. It always feels good to feel understood. I like that he is on a healing journey and that he is helping others heal as well.

Saturday I went to a pride party at Vicki’s with Alex and Bruce. Vicki and her friends wanted to hit up the club but we didn’t go. We are old people now. Vicki stated that she was on a mission to find me somebody there. I hate it when people try that. I’m so not interested in dating at this stage of my life… well, I’m more open to it than ever but everybody my age has died off. I assume. They always present me with some minger. Maybe they have a great personality but there character is on full display when they’re obviously disinterested in taking care of themselves and don’t care how they present themselves. People that laid back are for somebody else and not for me.

Honestly, most people my age are… fat and lazy. Toni, my roommate, is not fat. She is at her gym five days a week boxing. That’s all she does. She never wants to do anything. At least with me and I’m okay with that more than ever. Carly, she lost a lot of weight since she quit dairy. She’s been more active also. I could probably ask her to hang out more. Go for hikes, go to the beach, and find things to do in the province. Our other friends would feel left out but like, they can’t keep up. I was thinking of asking Kyle to go for hikes and things like that since we do long walks anyway but I am overthinking it and don’t want him to think that I am courting him. When Ange, Carly, Leanne and I go camping we don’t do much. They just want to lay around and eat. Maybe they will dip in the water at least once. I want to go explore. Long story short, nobody can keep up. I need to cultivate younger friends.

Yesterday we got together at a park for my grandmother’s birthday. My cousins were there and all of their kids. Nobody can keep up with their kid’s energy. It’s just a lot of screaming and yelling to get them under control. When I turned 30 I made the decision to quit smoking and I started adding healthy choices to my present so that I could have the energy to keep up with my nieces and nephews in the future. I looked around at everybody else my age and they couldn’t run, couldn’t shit, couldn’t catch their breaths. We are at that age where we start getting diagnosed with diseases which are not caught, they’re created. I was able to keep up with all of the kids yesterday. I’m the fun uncle. As soon as they see me it is play time. When my sister’s dog sees me he knows he is about to go for a run also. I wear that dog out so that he isn’t a menace for the rest of the visit.

I’m all over the place with this entry.

It’s Monday. I don’t have a shift which is weird. I can use that New Week New Me energy that I like so much and be productive about myself. I was thinking about making content for my socials but I just discovered that my roommate is home. She must have called in sick. I don’t hear her coughing so I dunno. I’m not that interested. I feel annoyed because I hate surprises. I also hate when we are home together because there is always tension. She will literally be in her room the entire day and only come out to eat. I’ll get another day all to myself here eventually. No big deal. So I won’t get my detxo bath and get to do my coffee enema. My mental health is what I want to build today. I need to restructure my diet as well. It’s not bad but it can be better. Every day dinner used to be a big production and now it’s just me heating things up that I shouldn’t be eating so frequently. I need more energy.

I saw a post yesterday about vegans which did apply to me. It listed a bunch of issues that we tend to get and the two that I experience are bloating and episodes of low energy. A list could be made for any diet and lifestyle so I’m not reading into it too much. I know how to correct both of them without eating meat and animal byproducts. I was thinking about it yesterday, what it would be like to eat meat again and I’m just so turned off. A piece of sausage was in my food once when I was out to eat. When I bit into it I felt the gasses fill my entire mouth. It tastes like something that had been dead for weeks but with some seasoning. I ran to the bathroom to dry heave. Dairy is something that is a big hell no for me. Never again. My cystic acne is what led me down this path, to begin with. Eggs, however. I do miss them. I don’t need them though. Whatever.

This is the week I assume I will be hearing back from the Aboriginal centre I interviewed for. They said it would be a minimum of two weeks. I mean, they will have to do all of those background checks. Call my references. I keep seeing 888 which is a sign for abundance but I have to meet it halfway and the anticrists, they call themselves Christians, Genocided all the Shamans, the Gurus, the real spiritual leaders so I got to try to interpret all the signs on my own. No big deal, it’s half of the fun.

It’s really bumming me out that I don’t have the day to myself now. Whatever. I’ll make do. I have been doing a marathon of Game of Thrones, I just started season 7 yesterday. It’s all downhill from here. Actually, season 6 is when it started to feel like it is going downhill. The writing is bad. The acting is worse. The stories are weak. I don’t even want to finish. I should read the books instead. Actually, that is not even my priority. I should be training to be a mathlete since I had to drop that physics class and want to try it again. This time next year I will be applying to get a bachelor of science at a university somewhere. Ok, cue the panic attack.

I really should throw my resume around today. The aboriginal centre is something that is impactful, that makes a difference. Applying to be a merchandiser somewhere feels so deflating now. I didn’t realize that I wanted something that felt more rewarding until I interviewed to become a mentor for Aboriginal youth. Blah.

Astrologically speaking, whatever choices and directions I take now I will be expanding into so I got to make them good ones. This rut I’m in is driving me crazy so I should be clawing my way out of it instead letting myself get crushed by its weight.

Anyway, on with my week I suppose.