Hoppy Hopster, a new friend!

I went to a party this past weekend at my friend Kyle's house. It was a splendid time, with Spinach Dip!! It was a nice chance to catch up with some old friends that I hadn't seen in a while. It was also a good chance to meet new friends.


This is my new friend. His name is Hoppy Hopster. We had a wonderful time, and hit it off to a great start to a wonderful friendship.




Unfortunately, he made a bad first impression on my other friend, Evan the not-so-hopster.
Perhaps one day they will get along, but I don't believe they started out on the right foot.





















Unfortunately some of my other friends such as Kyle, the host (left) and Jade (right) had more important things to do than make new long lasting friendships.

All in all, it was a splendid night.

Sadness overwhelms me

Well, it's seriously been like a whole half a day, and still noone has commented on my blog. I am wondering whether people even read this thing. I am doubting the value of this blog and therefore, my value as a human being. Can't we all just get along?!?
Today was a fairly bland day. I woke up to drive my mother to work, so that I would actually wake up and get myself to the Health Sciences Centre so as to get blood work done for my upcoming appointment. While my mothers resourcefulness makes sense, I feel used and slightly bitter, but alas, that is nothing new. The blood taking wench in the lab tried to be all cocky, but like all the others, she had troubles finding a suitable vein. Nevertheless, I bled for her and it left a nasty bruise too.
Im having the usual fear/uneasy sensation that I always get before my bi-annual diabetes appointment. I am always conviced that the doctor is going to tell me that my control is terrible and that my death will soon be upon me and my kidney will swell up and he'll chop off my leg... you know the usual. The last appointment aside, for the last 5 years, I was always surprised to hear that my control was steadily improving, so the worry was unwarranted... until last appointment where Doc told me that indeed my control was less than ideal. Now that fear and worry is completely warranted again.
Have I made any improvement since last time?
Probably not, It's getting worse...
Soon the long term complications of diabetes will kick in and my life will slowly end...
Anyway, as usual, I should be using this feeling of uneasiness to convince myself to improve my control, which I will to some degree, but I will just have to wait until next wednesday.
After I came home from the blood letting wench, I practiced piano for a couple hours. I have an emsemble audition in 2 days, so I need to spiff up my audition piece. I don't think that having it memorized is a feasable goal at this point, so they will just have to accept that.
Practicing and having woken up entirely too early made me sleepy, so I napped. Then I woke up and ate tacos and practiced some more.
Speaking of tacos, who the hell buys 894 grams of ground beef and tries to pass it off as almost exactly a pound......My Mother To validate her stance, she pointed to the price which was $4.57. So at least I can understand how she made this mistake, it doesn't justify this grave injustice, but ya. In the end, there is much extra taco meat left over in the fridge, and not enough shells. I suppose it will be taco omlettes and pudding with taco meat, ooh perhaps taco meat smoothies... for the next little while.
Question of the day: Does it make me a bad person to no longer have even empathy for my dog? For the past few years he does nothing but bark and sleep, sometimes together. The prednisone he is taking puts him in a constant hunt for food, so he steals food all the time, rips open my backpack, barks because he is hungry, barks because he is bored, and more than likely barks because he is in a state of discomfort all the time. The prednisone has cause his stomach muscles to become slack making it difficult to get up off hardwood floors, making stairs unmanageable without assistance. He has lumps and a bulbous growth on the base of his tail which probably gets in the way of bowel movements, and will occasionally bleed all over the place. I fail to see what enjoyment he gets out of his life, and have been presuring my parents to have him put down. I realize that dogs don't do much anyway, but am I being too cold in this situation and ignoring my mother's emotions, or is she the one latching on without taking into consideration his concerns?

And so it begins...

Well here we go...
This seems to be the latest craze in internetsville, so I'm gonna blog it up. I'm not sure what exactly I plan to use this blogger-ma-jiggy for, but I hope it's moderately entertaining... for me!
These are the things that are happening in my life now-ish.
1) I have cut back on the thong knitting, lately I've been making winter wear... it will be a warm winter.
6)I am dating Deena, and enjoying it. Work and conflicting schedules have made time together happen not as often as it should, but number 5 should fix that.
2) I have been having a bout of offensive brutal honesty lately... and not going away. I have offended people, and that doesn't seem to bother me as much as it should.
3) I have a blog, as you can see.
4) I want more Esperanto, I've been reinspired for the moment.
5) Back to school soon, Im getting excited, I haven't been productive enough lately, the structure will eventually make me happy.
7) I put number 6 up there because it deserves more prominance than 6th on the list, but my mind is kinda random, and I originally intended on this list not really saying anything of worth, but ya, it changed.
8)I plan on ranting about my job in a later post, when Im even more disassociated from it, my level of hate fluctuates.
9) I plan an independant study course in which I will compose music for a short choreographed dance, but Im having issues and some stress relating to getting a prof to be my advisor, I will keep up to date.

I hope that people are happy, and if that happens because of my blog, then all the better.