Reading over diaries from 2000. A lot has changed since then. And regrettably so, I didn't write that much about the time when Joy and I started up. I think men are weird that way. They'd rather write about time out with the boys than the person they're falling in love with. Meh. I've grown, so has the tree. Big deal.
Canada Day today. I plan on seeing my brother, who lives a block away, but who I never see. He's Japanese, I'm English. Tough call. I'm also not single and in no need of the pretty fishies that he's involved with. As if I'd be their "friend." I prefer my friends to speak English. The novelty of foreign people wore off long ago, and now I just see them as travellers, slipping by, people who ask me how to get to Government Street. Also, I like discussion. English is the only language I can speak. So I may get inter-cred for speaking to a foreigner, but I'm bored, trying to sift through their bad grammar, on issues they have no clue about.
So today, on Canada day, I'll celebrate by getting drunk with my girl, then meeting the yellow horde down on the docks for an evening of explosions and a wild, tame crowd.
In September, when the student loan rolls in, I'll hopefully buy a digital camera and turn this place into a non-fiction blog. Writing about myself feels too indulgent, as if the people reading really care what I think. It's good for posterity though, and for fixing grammar errors in my poetry.
Posted by matty-b at July 1, 2004 11:51 AM