And I'm Officially Homeless ... kind of

And so, today is the last day of the month ... today was hell at work (someone called in sick and 15 orders were rung every minute for a whole lunchhour), and today was the last day to get all my stuff out of my old home.

As I pulled to the house, I could see the lights on inside. Personally I had hoped the old roommate was there packing his things (I never told him I was leaving, and he had left most of his furniture when he was bailing on me). It would have been sweet to see him try to explain things since my mom was with me and he owes her 5000 dollars. Sadly, I was disappointed and mildly uncomfortable when I realised it was the landlord. He got my letter, the letter that said I was moving out, the letter that said if he continued to harass me at work I would call the cops, the letter that said I would pay for half of what he's expecting (the old roommate SHOULD cover the rest).

I parked, headed on into the house, and found him already showing the place ... for an ass, he sure moves fast. Mom's bf helped me move what was left, and so did the landlord. And all I did was get what was mine, screw the mess .. I was leaving that for the poor sucker who had to clean it. I had hoped it would be the landlord, but got a little satisfaction when he mentioned the old roommate would do it (or at least pay someone else to do it).

Upon the last load, after small utterances were exchanged throughout the ordeal, he stared at me ... trying to read me as he said, "shit happened".

"It did," I replied.


The brightside to all of this ... I haven't called a good friend of mine in roughly a year. He's know storing my bed in his basement, and I'm meeting up with him tomorrow. I haven't seen my mom in months, and at moments notice she would drive for hours to come help out her son. And I now pay 300 rent at a friends instead of 1000 for my own. And the old roommate now has a debt to clear with money he doesn't have. (by the way, its been discovered that a deal of his hasn't developed, a deal that was crucial in his building his 'business' ... he now must deal with even more people wanting their money back)

I'm still in a situation that I didn't want, and I have no idea where its going to lead me. But I now know that I'm not alone in this.

Guess who? ... no, not really

PINK FLOYD is coming to calgary. I SOO WANNA GO ....

June 23rd ... here's to hoping.

I need some release from everything thats been happening ... and I think a concert is the best way to go.

Life keeps on ticking

And so .. I'm homeless.

So much crap has been happening, that honestly I'm surprised I haven't snapped yet. Er wait, I have already.

And so, one of my rent checks have bounced ... in November. The landlord called me yesterday to let me know. Three months later, he calls me to inform me. (I haven't been gettin my statements from my bank, so I didn't know) And as to how I never caught on with my bank card, I have no idea. But nevertheless ... the landlord wants his money. And I don't have it.

I had enough money for next months rent (the joys of living paycheck to paycheck), but nothin saved for emergencies.

You see, while I had a roommate I've been paying for everything. While he stayed under the same roof as me, he paid for nothing. He deemed it worthy for himself to call himself a businessman while he conned financial institutions and other people with money in order to start a business (I was his business partner for awhile, until I saw his 'business tactics' and realised he wanted majority ownership for an enterprise that he's contributed financially nothing to). He said he would pay me back and all ... until one day he said the 'business' owes me money. I snapped one day and let him have it .. what I felt, the realities of what he's doing, the legalities of it all; and since then he slowly moved out. He stayed a friends places (I presume) and grabbed his most immediate necessities while I was at work so that he wouldn't have to face me. He now owes me over 5000 dollars. He literally left, vanished, adios ... gone.

And now here I am, in an apartment I'm uncomfortable in because my mere presence here implies notions that I'm not ready to do. Me being here implies me taking steps towards something that I didn't want to step to (I'm at the bf's place). Being here implies a seriousness towards a relationship that I was seriously thinking about ending (and just being friends if it was possible).

But then I get that phone call .. a phone call I could have dealt with three months ago. A phone call that occured just minutes before the worst lunchrush I've ever had to work (because many a kitchen staff was sick and only one manager showed up for the whole restaurant).

One phone call lead to me packing all my things that I didn't want to lose, in one night. One phone call lead me to move to a residence that I didn't want to move to.

But at the same time, one call brought a lil bit of joy when I realised that according to the landlords copy of the lease, and the fact that its an implied lease ... I'm not on it. The roommate that decided to screw me over, his name is on it. He can pay for this shit ... I'm done.

My boss now knows that I may give my notice.

I still don't know what to do ... I feel like I lost my home. I feel like, like I've been feeling alot the past few months, like I'm forced to do things I don't want to do.

All this, and I'm trying to go back to school. Fuck sakes.





... ... ... I lost my home ... ... ...

back, again

Perhaps you haven't noticed the frequency of posts here, but I'm trying to get back into the habit of it. You see, I miss blogging ... whether it be a random piece of writing, or showing off my favorite pics (such as the following from flickr, yet again). I miss it, something to post and perhaps something simply to create for the sake of creation. There's just something about blogging I like (haven't perfected yet, but still like). And so, here I am again.

But the main purpose of blogging, as it will be from here on out, is to hone in on my web skills and to learn more tools of blogging and web design and whatnot. You see, I applied for a program in New Media Production and Design and have now to create a portfolio as is part of the prerequisites simply for consideration (let alone acceptance). And my plan is to create a portfolio on CD Rom or simply a website (since it is a polytechnic school I'm attempting to get into). However, that requires more planning and knowledge on my end, as well as (I feel) more artistic pieces originated from me. ORIGINALITY is key ... and I haven't created anything in a long LONG time. And so ... here it goes.

Wish me luck.

Shadows stared back at him as he lay in his bed staring at the ceiling; watching the smoke from his lit cigarette dance toward the ceiling, dance in and out of shadows from the downtown skyline. He inhaled, and painted more smoke dances on his airy canvas. He layed alone and stayed in his trance.

Not a single sound disturbed him in his darken room. Nothing caught his attention. Instead he lay in his underwear on his bed, smoking. Not a care in the world as he watched the world pass by.

He sat up, butted out his cigarette and walked toward the bathroom. He flicked the lightswitch, opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out some sleeping pills.

He layed back down in his bed and looked at the ceiling staring back at him. "Sleep" the ceiling told him. " .. sleep."

Monday blah ...

And so it is monday. Nothing much to say, so here's some pics. Hope ya like it.

And so it is friday ... YES! You have no idea how glad I am that I DON'T have to work tomorrow. In fact, just a few minutes ago I had just realised that in 20 days I only had 3 off. Add that with numerous 10+ hour days ... my level of 'gladness' is overwhelming, totally deserving and bittersweet.

Sad thing though, today I helped a friend move more boxes to his new apartment and tomorrow I'm helping move furniture. I'm always doing something for someone else, very rarely for me (mainly due to financial constraints). But oh well, I can relax now.

BTW, heart shaped pizzas .... SUCK. And thats all I have to say for Valentines day.

And now ... a few more of my faves from flickr.com ..... hope ya liked.

easy on the eyes

yo ....

haven't really been in a writing mood lately ... a lot of words floating around in my head, but no coherent enough to put down.

But, one bit of news .. I registered for school. I'm trying to get into the New Media Production and Design program at SAIT here in Calgary. Here's to hoping to I get in.

But for now ... here's a few favorite pics from my flickr contacts. Hope you enjoyed.

"I need to talk to you"

And so, after an exhausting week of work (closing the kitchen on night only to open it the next day), I was finally back on to my usual schedule of work; 9 to 5, monday to friday (very unusual for the restaurant industry).

Thirty more minutes on the clock and I could go to the lounge for staff priced drink ... until the kitchen manager came in.

"Make me some poutine," he says as he passes the dish pit, "oh .. and I need to talk to you."

Usually I think I'm in sh_t when I hear that .. so naturally, I start to get all anxious. I make his poutine, grab myself a cup of coffee, and he head to the be beer shed for a smoke (you try having a smoke while its snowing, I am in Alberta afterall).

"So.." he says while facing a direction away from me, "what do you want next weekend? Days or nights?"

... ... ... ...

He doesn't even ask if I want to work the weekend. A simple days or nights, and thats it.

I tell you, he is fuggin lucky he's cute.

I'm now working 14 days straight ... days on the weekends; cause lets face it, I may work the weekend but that doesn't mean I ain't going out.

Explanation #1

Holy f__k can so much happen in such a small span of time. I will try to explain everything that has been going on in a series of posts.

First off, I don't know if I like the new blogger. I can't do any of the new features that are supposedly ready to my avail. NADDA, first my whole template is screwy ... its going to take time to replace all that was lost (if I can remember how to do it that is). And the whole white background thing ... ergh. It all really just looks bad.

But it is the first step to what I want to achieve .. not everything happens at one, eh? So here's to goodluck in trying to design what I want.