Librarian alert...

I’m here at the public library once again and you can only use the computers for an hour at a time. I went to talk to a librarian and I just found out that if you are “word processing” you can use the computer for two hours. I told her I was word processing so now I have an extra hour to apply for jobs etc. The only reason I am writing this is to cover my ass. You see, the librarians are constantly walking around to make sure people are not on the computers too long, and in my case, making sure that I am “word processing.” Because of my circumstances, what I write here will likely be sporadic and nonsensical.

Ok, my computer just crashed and I had some nice little rants wrote about movies, TV shows, and the UFC. I will rewrite these rants when I see a librarian coming my way.

There is an Asian girl next to me. She is hot. I’ve been told to stay away from Asians because there is always the possibility that you will get stabbed. Apparently Asian Mafia members are quite jealous. Or they listen to too much G-Unit.


Librarian alert!!! Television is awesome. Sitcoms are crap. Sitcom cartoons are the worst (besides South Park which is unmatched in being clever). Fast-paced dim-witted shows such as Futurama and The Family Guy are like a form of torture to me. It moves too fast and I just don’t get most of the humour. I probably would have enjoyed it when I was 12-14 but now I just feel too old and bitter for such stupid nonsense.

Why does everyone love the UFC? The fights are too short and way too barbaric for me personally. Boxing is much more of a gentleman’s game if I may say so. Elbows and knees to the face are things that I do not enjoy watching. But I also don’t like the fast pace of The Family Guy and I believe that this is the demographic the UFC is targeting. The average 25 year old just doesn’t have the patience to watch 12 rounds of boxing anymore. Poor pathetic souls.

What a bloody mess...

So I made it to Alberta. Been here for a little over a week now and I have my first job interview tomorrow. I think the pay is gonna be shit but its in the educational filed at least. Its a job at “Reading Town” teaching/tutoring English I think. If I get the job I’ll take it and quit when I find something better. I haven’t really sent out any resumes (well, I’ve sent out lots of resumes for teaching jobs not too many for “regular jobs”) so I’m doing all right I s’pose.

And now to the interesting part of this post...

It was Friday night and I was supposed to be at a Deftones concert but Carrie wasn’t feeling well. The company she works for has a box at the Saddledome so she had free tickets. I wouldn’t have had a way back to her place after the show so I didn’t go.

So I’m sitting home and everyone’s either not home or passed out. I’m still awake smoking hash oil (Yes! I can get oil up here!! And its real cheap!!!) and I hear a police car. It stops out in front of the house and I have a bad feeling about things. Earlier that day me and one of the girls who lives here, Janette, were talking about drinking and driving and I thought she was getting stopped right outside the house.

Then an ambulance shows up and another cop car. Now my hypothesis seems wrong so I watch out the window but there is a tree in my way and I can’t see a thing. I decided to go to bed so that I could come here (the public library) early the next morning.

When I get back from the library Brian (another roommate) asks me if I saw the blood. I didn’t.

We go outside and I look at the steps I just walked up and there are two big pools/splatters of blood. Brian says “That’s not all man, just follow the trail.”

I turn around and indeed there is a trail of blood, mostly just drops. I follow it all the way to the back entrance of the house and there is another big pool of blood on a step.

I’ll post some pics next time I’m on a “private” computer because I can’t do nothing on these public ones.

Turns out the downstairs neighbor “cut herself on a lamp.” Yeah right!? So you cut yourself and then decided to walk around outside the house and spill your blood everywhere. Maybe its how people in Calgary mark their territory or some shit?

Anyway, I got 22 minutes left on this computer and I guess I should look for some jobs. FUCK!!!

I’d rather just post bloody pics but I can’t.

And oh yeah, I saw the Rocky’s yesterday and went to Banff. It makes the Humber Valley seems like a small slope.

I’m out (pronounced boot with no "b")