The national holiday if Canada fell on a Thursday this year. What does this mean for me? It means that I left work on Wednesday, knowing that I’d be back in on Friday after a day of sitting out in the sun and doing stuff.

Aurora Canada Day ParadeNewmarket Fireworks Celebration

Well it sucked, but at least the National Holiday, affectionately called Canada Day was a success. The weather was gorgeous, approx 20°C and clear skies all the time. I woke up early to get ready for a marching band performance, as pictured above. I spent the afternoon with Stephanie, Joshua, and Michael at a restaurant filling our bellies with food, and then with Michael’s family at a picnic prior to our pre-fireworks performance (again!)

The whole day was a success, and I even got to meet some nice people. One in particular is named Alex, whom lives in Unionville. It was a joy, truly. The painful part was getting up the next morning to go to work. But the upshot was that 90% of people took the day off, so it was a nice relaxing day!

Happy Birthday Adopted Country of Canada

Please also note that Queen Elizabeth II was present on Parlament Hill in Ottawa for Canada’s Birthday this year! YAY!

For those of whom don’t know me, I take part, since nearly a decade now, in the Newmarket Citizens Band, which is the oldest continuously running community band in the Canada (and possibly the world). I started playing oboe, and moved to flute and piccolo a few years later. In any case, each Canada Day, July 1st, we have a few performances. The morning is the Aurora Parade, which starts at Orchard Heights Dr., in Aurora and goes to Henderson Ave., just north of the train tracks. The evening concert is in George Richardson Park, on Bayview Parkway in Newmarket. The crowds are always poor for the evening concert, but it’s a concert regardless of anything.

Steph's Car Breaking DownThe Sky, George Richardson Park, Newmarket

The only problem was, that it rained so hard that we had to cancel it. That didn’t stop the excitement as Steph’s car battery / car phunked out and I couldn’t resist taking photos of this momentous moment. It was just too funny, and unfortunate of course. In any case, Happy Canada Day, you Canadians, eh!

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Jet legged like hell I couldn’t sleep and was terribly uncomfortable since I arrived home. It’s been weird timing, the massive distances between things, and the huge things when shopping that are throwing me for a whirl. Even the currency I don’t understand and find that it’s not familiar. I sort of resent it, but it’s Canada Day with the family so I figured it would be okay.

Since my father died, my mom and her sisters have been closer on both sides, so it was nice to have some family around not for me to waste away into nothing because that’s what I was feeling like. It turns out that being in Canada, and this horrid little suburb is the thing that’s driving me crazy and making me feel sick and horrible the last few years. I’ve gotten a horrible sinus infection like I got when I came to France, and I’m trying to get over it but I manage.

We had a band concert for Canada Day which I went to perform in so that I could surprise everyone of my arrival which was earlier than expected. The performance was just before the fireworks show, and Alison, her fiancé Brian, and Cameron (all my cousins but really my bros and sis’) came for the fireworks to see me and enjoy old moments together. It was great to be familiar with people but being in Canada was weird. It was freezing and oddly in the middle of nowhere Jason Villnef came over and started hugging me saying how much he missed me.

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We never were very good friends, but we went to the same high school; but the impression that he left was that everyone thought we would have been friends for years. Weird, but I guess it didn’t bother me. The fireworks came and Newmarket didn’t dissapoint this year; thank goodness – damn cheap city! And we went home and I struggled to sleep as usual; life back in Canada is going to blow…. (chunky chunks)

Nevertheless a lovely day to celebrate the country and it’s quasi-independance from Britian. Something like 145 years now; go team.

Because it’s sunburnt always no matter how much or little it is, I’ve got such fair skin that even the light from a stupid IKEA lamp is able to burn my skin. And what happens when one gets sun burn, the skin feels like it’s on fire all the time and the body temperature goes up. So going and doing a marching band today in a black outfit didn’t help, besides the fact that it’s a 5km walk home since busses are not working and everyone is on holiday by law, and my paren’ts can’t be ‘bothered’ to pick me up.

Other than that I’m just being a sloth as usual and laying around doing absolutely nothing of any importance to me or for the world, and since laying around just makes me overheated because of my skin, I have to put a fan directly on me to cool me off.. How pathetic is that? Geeshe

Fridays suck more than anything in human existance. Everyone is always out doing something or other, having lives, having fun, whatever nonsense normal people do. What does everyone do anyways? I wouldn’t know, being the hermit and all. Anyways, getting off topic.

In addition to this, the only people online are the ‘Away’ people who are out doing shit, or the Aussies bitching about having nothing to do on a Saturday afternoon. Speaking of which, I really don’t like / appreciate having a horrible lagg with my internet connection with 10 freaking lines showing up in 1 second. It’s not like what I say even is noticed anyways, it just gets lost in the gibbersish that the others are going on about.

Oh, another intersting fact. I got a nice little message from one of the ops talking to me for whatever reason and going on about appologising for being an ass or something like that. It would have been fine if he just left it that way, but nooo, he had to go on and on and go into detail about why he didn’t like me, and why others were aprehensive. Apparently not sharing a photo with people, automatically makes them a pedophile who is creepy and talks about weird things. When someone goes on about this basically disecting my actions/such, it doesn’t really bode well for me. Like, I already don’t feel comfortable in the situation before he say something, and then him telling me that all the opers have been talking about me, and other people have been spreading rumours and shit, how does one think that is going to make me feel? I already feel like crap, thinking that nobody there likes me, and just when I think that I might have been wrong, he goes and just confirms what I say. So it’s no wonder that nobody ever listens to what I have to say, as it get’s ignored anyways.

So on a happier note, today (as in July 1st) is the national holiday here celebrating some sort of independance from Britain or whatever. People will be walking around in red and white all the time, and honestly as much of an accepting person I am, I just hate national holidays.. My mom tells me to wear some red / white to show that I’m naturalise Canadian (yeah right) and I choose to tell her “I like to think of myself as more of a citizen of the world’ than any nationality. And of course she gones on some rant about why I shouldn’t be thinking that, and bitching about whey she left her home in Sweden to go marry a deadbeat of a father in Canada that she met in the UK. Whatever, is all that I can muster at this point.

Apart from all that, things are pretty peachy (at least on my very different scale of feelings) as people around are just frolicing and being all happy and lovey-dovey. I think one of these days I’m actually going to spontaniously combust from it all.

So about them Fridays… If only I could become a sloth and sleep for the entire 48 hours that encompus Thursday Evenings to Saturday afternoons and just avoid the whole goddamned day just to avoid thinking about it all. Oh and I’ve got a bank appointment with the lawyer next week to sign my papers for going abroad for school. He is no doubt going to ask if I’m working this summer, and I have a sneaky suspicion that I am going to lie and say that I’m doing odd jobs, which I’m clearly not because I lay around all day doing things of little importance in any scheme of anything. I’m too tired to do anything, so I sleep all day, and then people bitch at me for not doing anything. But honestly, I have no motivation to do anything.. And why is that? Well if I believed in God, then I’m sure (s)he could answer that.

Oh and another random outburst of the day, since I am clearly on a rant. I snapped at Gus today in a moment of pure insanity when he decides to message me looking for Steff “Is Steff online for you?” and at first I didn’t think anything of it and told him no she’s not for me, and then he says something like “okay, so then, whats up with you then?” and then it hit me (as if I haven’t been thinking of this before) that the only time that my best friend talks to me, is if he need some help with something, like finding Steff. And to think how a simple word like “then” could make me realize, because it’s got a strong implication of being one of those “oh since they aren’t around I guess I could talk to you.” God that hurts like a bitch, so I let him have it in the most sarcastic sentances I’ve probably ever said I’n my life, and even when I say it straight out that he only comes to me when he needs help with something (and yet I always seem to find no reason to say hello and ask him how his life is going every-once-and-awhile). All he can manage to muster is “Is that so?” and I just nearly punched a hole through my screen so I just closed the window and went back to sleep. Shame that there is no apprecation for such little things, because apparently he’s “too busy” to talk to me, but he has enough time on a daily basis to talk to Steff for hours. And here’s me staying up at crazy hours of the days, sometimes 48-72hrs straight, just to be around in UK timezone. Give me a fucking break, if I’m being outrageous in trying to prove a point, I don’t even want to hear it, because point has already been proven.

Before I go into a hissy fit..

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