Blogging on a Monday evening seems appropriate. I'm just out of that weekend frame of mind where, comparatively, I don't care about the internet. It's also the evening where the noise machine (ie: Iain's band) blares above my head unrepentantly and makes doing many things in my home much less feasible. If you haven't been in my house on a Monday evening, you really don't understand. The house SHAKES. They play with earplugs, which are often required for me too. It's not as if I don't want people to express themselves, it's just that occasionally I'd like them to express themselves somewhere else.

Fortunately, it's been nice out lately, so taking a walk doesn't mean enduring the cold and dark. Quite the contrary: the cherry blossoms are blooming and the entire neighborhood smells loverly.

I finally watched the Borat movie this weekend and I have to say it was the most hilarious thing I've seen in a long time. How a man can stay in character for so long and not crack up or be utterly embarrassed with himself is beyond me. The fake anthem of Kazakhstan from the end of the film is now stuck in my head.

Next time someone tells you how easy it is to make friends, do me a favor: backhand them, spit in their face, and yell "LIAR!!" at them. It's easy to make acquaintances and such, but real friends are hard to make. It almost seems that they can only happen serendipitously. There are a few people around me right now who I'd like to be closer to. But the problem with the real interesting, smart, diverse people is they've already got so much on the go that it's difficult to get them to chat or do stuff that builds a friendship. Then again, it could be that some people just find me to be obnoxiously annoying and make excuses. Their loss. But I can probably count on my hand the number of times people have really come to me in an effort to make friends. What gives?

Hey there's someone trying to make friends now. TD Canada Trust just phoned me from their glorious calling centre. This even though I cancelled my account TWO MONTHS AGO specifically citing that I didn't want to receive any more marketing phonecalls. TD: What the fuck is your problem? Seriously, you're the corporate equivalent of the creepy stalker ex-girlfriend which I fortunately have never had. It's OVER. Stop calling me.

Contrast with my real life girlfriend who is NOT creepy and in fact awesome. Things have been rather stressful lately though. Angela has a lot (a metric shitload) of schoolwork to get through including term papers and final exams. This in conjunction with a bunch of other smaller, stress-inducing issues have left things a little ragged. She could use more support but seems to be having a little trouble finding it. I've had to be the ultra-positive, supportive boyfriend and put some of my own problems on the side-burner. At the end of the day, though, I wouldn't have it any other way, because Angela is my girl and I love her with all my heart.

And that's how I end on a positive note. :-)