I totally forgot to do a Marsha does Montreal Journal entry. This one wont be as detailed as it could be but I'll try to sum up the events in short.. then move on to the rest of my life.

I was sent on a trip to Montreal by my work to attend an awards ceremony called Show Canada. Me and my partner in crime Michelle won second place in our category and I unfairly got to go. I was stressed out about several things. First of all Michelle learning to slowly hate me (months later still pussyfooting around that becoming an issue), second going on a trip to a place I've never been all by myself WHERE THEY SPEAK FRENCH! And lastly, it's a big ass business event, who in their right mind thought I would ever be in a social drinking old men with suits setting?

I went through many stages of freaking out;

1) Oh my god let the sky crush me- This was me imagining fucking something up so badly at this super important event that I would get fired.

2) Please don't make Michelle hate me – she got really bitter whenever anyone talked about it around her, don't blame her, only real friend at work and at the only time the only person who gave a crap about me.

3) I can't even speak French – this was probably the most lame reason for me to panic, pretty much everyone spoke both English and French

4) Oh shit I have nothing to wear- Business attire, at the time I had zero zip none. Everyone at work thought I was crazy when I'd ask them what I should wear. Good thing I'm to paranoid and ignored them saying it wouldn't matter, no one there wore jeans and a T-shirt, all business causal. Of course, now all I have is business casual -_-;. The good thing is that once I got over Oh shit I have nothing to wear everything else became less scary.

Jay Stewart, the GM from my rival theatre Dartmouth Crossing, is not only far to attractive for a married man he's also incredibly fun to hang out with. He won third in a different category so he was booked to go at the same time as me. Seats together on the plane and junk. Different rooms of course, small panic attack when I saw my room had two beds :\ For anyone who doesn't know Montreal is a city made for shopping, and he is a SHOPAHOLIC, it's true. Good thing I am to, we probably skipped a few to many events/work related boring as fuck seminars (2). Not so bad since it turns out people who go to these things drink their faces off (all booze was free at all events) and go to absolutely nothing Show Canada related.

There's lots of cool stores in Montreal, Shoes, Clothes, Shoes, Comic stores (five on one street) oh.. and shoes

There was a lot of cool things, new movies, trailers and stuff I'm probably not supposed to talk about. Inside information and stuff lol but totally not. I'm excited for some stuff that's coming out and hyped to win next years competition... hopefully they'll let two people go so Michelle won't -actually- learn to hate me.

Show Canada Report -end-

All right so to make this an epic novel of a journal it's time to go on! Life in general, has it's suck times has it's up times. I spent most of April wondering how things were going to work out once the two year Truro friends returned. Had a few ideas of what would happen, none of which happened. I'm gonna need to re-write the main characters in the story of my life a bit, I've lost the ability to reach into the next chapter and puzzle it all out in advance. It's good cause existing as one entity never really did any of us any good, the break away was highly beneficial for all of us. Back together again with new goals and new skillz I'm sure we'll do great things

The boy I've been on and off with is officially off with and if I can keep my head on straight it'll stay that way. He had a bad habit of breaking up with me cause he was depressed about something, and I knew that was why he was breaking up with me so I kinda let it slide and we'd end up back together again without saying a word. Three times the charm and the third time I called no back-zee..s no taking it back! Shortly after he got enlisted in the army and is gone to Montreal for the next six months. A normal person would think that would be the end of it but not this guy, nope. Keeps texting me sweet half asleep messages about how he misses me, and I now know the difference between love and caring about someone a whole lot... love is much harder to let slip away. I'm gonna learn to stop responding before I fall back into his sad little world again.

Work is being stupid, they've put me on a team with super bitch who see's the me in team. The me being her, cause I'm officially her less qualified lacky. It's not going well and I'm not looking forward to having head office send her away to accept awards in our place which will happen. I'm viciously creating side projects to do while we work “together” so what when our big project comes out I've done other stuff without her to show how awesome I am. P.s. Cooperate world sucks, trying to be noticed when everyone keeps attempting to shadow you to make themselves look better.

Saw a few movies, Star Trek was awesome, Transformers was pretty great, The proposal was funny... and I should really be seeing more movies considering they're free. Bah. Spare time? What the ef is that? I'm to busy “Living the vision” for spare time.


Time to go to work! Better get my jet pack all warmed up, gonna need it a lot in eleven days when I go to SAN DIEGO COMIC CON! That's right bitches, it's coming!