The clock is ticking as my internship winds down. June 11 will be my last day, and I can't wait for this year of hell to finally be over.

I will be interviewing with CBCL tomorrow morning. Hopefully I can work again at a place where I can come in 15 minutes early, leave with everybody else, and actually have fun. I am hoping that with the extra time I can continue writing for the community paper and finally do something about my extra chins.

Song of the moment: The Muse' "Time is Running Out." I picture an early 20s couple dancing evocatively on the dance floor, gyrating their bodies and swiveling their hips to the rhythmic thumping of the bass. It's a very sexy scene, where the eroticism of the contact leaves a circle of open mouths, and the crudeness of the acts border on fetishism at its most vulnerable state.

The female's hair is shoulder length, very straight, jet black, swinging around to settle on her bare glistening shoulders. She's wearing an off-shoulder pink shirt that hugs her figure, while the curves of her lower body shape her jeans.

The male is wearing black leather pants, with a red short-sleeve shirt, button down. He's wearing a black watch on his left wrist and a black leather bracelet with chains on his right.

"Bury it... I won't let you bury it.. I won't let you murder it... I won't let you smother it..."

What a beautiful song.

Craps. If only I knew this was how to act, I wouldn't have talked about the time I woke up to blood-soaked briefs the week after I got my piercing.

My bright moment of the day, from Felice:
"You haven't seen the third installment of LOTR? What is wrong with you, boyo? Well, I will catch you up on the story... Aragorn... defects from Middle Earth, taking Arwen and Eowyn with him and begins a Utopian polygamist colony; Gandalf gets fired as the white-Wizard and ends up working in a department store as Santa Claus; Frodo and Sam finally give in to their passions and fly to Hawaii to get married."

Hey, where do I get my ticket to ride to this Utopian polygamist colony???

Wells.

Due to a lack of funding (the advertising market is slow these days) my stories may not run. It didn't run last issue, and things don't look that good for the next one.

I'm not mad though... I've been in that position to cut stories out of a paper before. It ain't fun, asking someone to spend hours interviewing and writing and reading and re-reading and re-reading for a story that you end up leaving on the floor. Not cool.

Still, I'm writing again, which is why I called them up to begin with, so I'm happy. Plus, I learned that the brown spots in the middle of that big Riverdale Park hill (I'll get a pic up soon) is actually caused to erosion, while the trees just south of them are rooted in an underground waterbed.

Cool eh?

I was up past 1 a.m. today listening to a huge thunderstorm. It was so loud it shook the house... for about an hour all I could hear was KA BOOM!

I think storm clouds are brewing.

I spent part of my afternoon on a walking tour of the Don River Valley. It was pretty cool... I'm glad it didn't rain.

It's always nice to see citizens so dedicated to the cause of saving their environment, though it was a bit corny when that old catch phrase "think globally, act locally" came up.

My job IS worth it!

Hahaha... won a pair of cinema tickets. Not sure who I'll take... my circle of single female friends gets smaller with each Valentine's Day that passes, and any invite I put out could sprout wild rumours of deceit and treachery.

Anyways... now if only I could switch from Telus to take advantage of the Mobility deal...

The kitten's gone. My brother took it to the Humane Society this afternoon; we could not keep it as Puffy tried to bite her head off while the neighbour realized after one night just how much work a two-month-old really was.

This is my 10th consecutive smoke-free day, so tomorrow will be a new record for me. I plan to celebrate with a cigar.