FYI

For an update on my war against the fruit flies check out my livejournal (user name: jen_jane)...this was just so retarded and unbelievable I had to share it with a wider audience. Unfortunately now you are all going to think I am an incredibly bad housekeeper, but believe me I would not let this happen consciously...Hopefully it makes you laugh in disbelief.

A late update

So thanksgiving weekend...I figure I should post what actually ended up taking place, especially since I made my predictions online.

At least one of my fears was realized...that being Saturday night with the girls. Oh did that ever crash and burn. Apparently I have to reconfirm plan every hour with these people or they flake off and either get into their pajamas at 9:30 (!) or enter video contests online...Needless to say I was right pissed, and I made sure all of them knew it. Of course none of them think it was their fault...it never is. I don't get it though. If you are unsure of plans why don't you call and ask?? And if I tell you at 2pm that plans are still on and I'll call you when I finish dinner, why is 9:30 too freaking late?? What are you, 80?? So I told them all that I wasn't going to plan another evening like that because it always ends with people backing out at the last minute, leaving me angry, hurt and upset. Are your friends this unreliable?? Anyway, Kim (who appears to be my only real friend) took it upon herself to drag me out puffy faced and all. She convinced me to go out and I had a pretty good time. I hadn't been out in so long...and even though it was just the VooDoo, it was alright. I just wish it had ended better. My sister had told me that she could get me a ride home with her friend...however she had forgotten to clear this with her friend...typical Liz...typical end to the night...So I got pissed at her, said some things I should not have, left with Kim in tow, and eventually had to call the only other reliable person I know to get a ride home...boy did I feel like a shit.

Anyway, other than that, the weekend was pretty good. It was nice to be home with my family...and my cat. It feels like I'm refueling every time I visit. It's strange how a place can do that to you. I will be very sad when my parents sell that place. It's the only place I feel at home and completely comfortable...

A time to kill...

I've had it. I've put up with it for a week, and now I've had it....

I came back from visiting CR over the weekend and my apartment had been invaded. Invaded by the most irritating, useless, resilient thing ever...fruit flies. I swear to GOD I didn't leave anything out. Not a dish, not a speck of food. Nada! And yet these infuriating insects have found enough sustenance to spawn a swarm...These things can live and breed in air. There is no other explanation.

Today I decided that simply killing them off one at a time was not working. There were too many. It would never end. Drastic measures were needed. So, I walked to the closet and hauled out the ultimate weapon. My vacuum. Oh yes. No longer will those damn things torment me...Dragging this monster from room to room I sucked up every bug I found. It was the highlight of my day.

Weekender

This coming weekend feels like a loaded one. Not in any real negative way...it just feels like one where an infinite number of things can go wrong...

I am really looking forward to going home. To be in my house, with my family. It's relaxing, comforting. If I could just shut myself away within its walls, I would have absolutely no worries about this weekend. Maybe a brief lurch in the stomach that my mother and sister might engage in verbal warfare...but that's survivable.

Perhaps I feel hesitant to go to Campbell River, because I haven't been there in such a long while. So much has happened. So much has changed...I fear that some possible awkward moments are getting to me. One being the obvious, which I'm going to avoid addressing in any real way because it is just that...obvious. The second being the Saturday night I have planned with my four girlfriends in CR. I really am unsure why I bothered, because anything I try to plan either gets blown off, crashed by cling-on boyfriends, or destroyed by animosity. Now I'm sure you're wondering why I bothered. I guess I bothered because I rarely see these girls. And this weekend we are all in town and for the first time in forever everyone is getting along. So hopefully they can get over themselves and go out with me to the new stripper bar in town...(oh joy of joys. Actually, I really am dying to know what it looks like inside. You won't catch me near the stripper pole though...did you know that there can be up to 5 live STD's on a stripper pole at one time??...yuck. That was a fast fact from my sister, who up until recently worked at the VD...)

Anyway...this post is deteriorating rapidly. It's funny, even though I haven't really said anything, I feel better about this weekend. All I have to do is brace myself...Wish me luck!