Physical

It had been a shitty day. Life crumbling, blah blah blah. I needed a physical. After school and after practice I set out. Seeing that I have no doctor here I went to a walk in clinic. You walk in, pay thirty dollars, and they sign your piece of paper. I had driven the stick there which has no AC. 95 out + no AC+ stress+loud music= frazzled. Bizarre setup they have going here. Inside of a CVS they have this corner in the store that is a medical cubicle. The doctor (nurse practitioner or whatever) is about seventy. She is like any other seventy year old. Cute white shoes, lilac trousers and a lab coat. She introduces herself as Veronica. She goes through the paper and looks in my eyes and ears and what not. I wasn't being bitchy or short with her but I'm wasn't being very engaging either I suppose. Quiet and cooperative. I just wanted to sign my thing so I could go. 

She informs me my eye contact is horrid. Wow she is right, I have not actually looked the Veronica in the eyes once yet. "Look in my eyes." "Eye contact is very important in western society. It shows strength. (still staring into my face) You can loose jobs unless you improve your eye contact.... (getting a bit scared, I glance away). No you just looked away. SEE!" I sort of apologize and say I'm just having a shitty day. She asks about my life and why I'm so grumpy. I tell her. 

"Also I am not pleased with your sun exposure." 

"I'm a water polo player."

"Are you on the pill"

"Is that relevant?" 

"Yes it is. You ought to be (gives me a planned parenthood card)."

Anyhow, life went on until yesterday. Shock at the mail box!  A thank you card/CVS ad from Mrs. Veronica Severns. 

Alexandra, 

Again, Best wishes in all your near activities here. You have a beautiful smile. Keep showing it!

V

She certainly made her point. Thanks V!

Moke

1.	moke
	Anyone (Usually of Hawaiian ancestry) who actively participates in one or more of the following moke activities-  Surfing  Bodyboarding  Bodysurfing with McDonalds Tray  Hawaiian Canoe Paddling  Driving a Lifted Pickup  Owning a pitbull Listening to Reggae/Jawaiian Music  Playing an ukulele  Stealing shoes/slippahs  Smoking Weed  There is one mandatory qualification though... For one to be a full fledged "moke", one must be well versed if not fluent in pidgin english.

Moke: What 'chu faka? Like scrap? 

person: Do I know you? 

Moke: Faka, you teasing me? 

person: Who the hell are you? 

Moke: psh, faka you not worth it brah. *walks away* 

person: Jeeze, he's such a moke I swear. *shakes head* 

San Diego

You guessed it. I'm staying in San Diego this semester. Long story. Meet Miramar college. UBC agreed to give me credit for a semester down here. My life is weird. Lots of thirty year olds and in my classes. People seem super unmotivated. Gorgeous Marine Bio prof. I played water polo this summer for fun and then my coach saw all this crazy fucking potential in me and bugged me non stop me to play in the fall. I really respect serious athletes so much more now. Not only is it physically exhausting and time consuming but it feels like I have no time ever -all this swimming is not making me thin and gorgeous its making me manly. Anyways my question is... I cant help but notice that swimming does wonderful things for mens bodies but not womens? What the hell is this about?

Girls here are barbies. It's crowded. People drive like assholes. Traffic doubles time to get anywhere. I am constantly frazzled, this is unhealthy. I like the country. Taking time to appreciate life and the people in it.

I learned a valuable lesson this weekend. I need to stop fucking up my personal life. I'm digging Dallas Green (city and colour) right now. He just gets me right now. so magical.