boredom

I just spent an hour reading tattoo threads.
Fuck you locals, fuck you.

meetin'

I had a burger/poutine combo and sulked at dinner with Emily.
After being at work for 10 minutes I called my old manager and told her to get me out.
Its either they move me somewheres else or I quit.
Shame, I like that store, or well, I used to.
To perk up my mood and terrible work day, I got visits.
Mitch and Natalie came to visit during my supper.
New Wave showed up at the same time as mysterio guy from last week, who's name is Scott.
Scott has been extended an invitation to Bearly's.
Finally Stephen showed up towards the end of the night, he gave me a really tight much needed hug.
Why am I such a jealous cunt?
Its freaking me out and it makes me want to move to China to teach.
I'd like to get a job in Hawaii, could you imagine?
Even if it was just some shitty minimum wage job, I live cheap, I could just sit on the beach on my days off.
Swim, sit on the beach, eat fruit from the trees, screw some cabana boy, do you think I could get tranferred to a Hawaiin Subway?
You know what? I'd be really disapointed if they didn't have pineapple as one of their topping choices.
I'd be like 'guys, serious?'
I finished my painting that I started working on.
It looks okay I think.
I went down town for 12, had a 2 minute meeting for school.
To kill time before my staff meeting I went to see Transamerica.
The movie is pretty ridiculous, but I cried pretty much for the entire thing.
Something about being in a big dark room all by yourself.
I yelled and complained during the entire staff meeting.
I figure if I make a big an ass out of myself maybe they won't extend their invitation to me for the next one.
I went to the Wooden Monkey with Leah and Frank.
They had 25$ meals, mine came to 3.50$ for a side of 'Roasties'.
Saturday was awesome.
Stephen, Melissa, another girl (her name escapes me now), and myself went to a Chinese grocery and the bulk barn.
I got so many spices for cheap, flavour is in my future I can see it.
I visited Meghan at work and got more of a spring jacket.
Which looks exactly like my winter jacket, except with a hood and its shorter.
Leah met me down at Frenchy's and I made supper for the two of us.
Emily's party was fun.
She looked really surprised, she came home from work and we were all hiding in her room.
I went home and felt lame.
I want something new in a year.
Once I start disliking someone, even just one person it starts a process.
Hows the punk scene in Brasil? Mexico? China? Japan? Hawaii? Vancouver?
Anyone?

twice robbed.

The robot party was a riot.
I was pretty surprised by the number of people that went dressed as robots.
There had to be atleast 150 kids in that house at one point or another.
My favorite costume of the night had to be Alex's, he rocked the Megaman.
Our set went well enough, despite the fact I forgot a lyric sheet.
We got asked to play an encore, which is difficult considering we only have 4 songs.
Fireworks, mops on fire, garbage on fire, it was quite a fire-ery night.
I hid underneath the table for one reason or another by the end of the night.
I went home, yelled and passed out.
The next day we went to breakfast at Athen's.
We had the table by the out of place spaceships.
After breakfast, New Wave came over and I cleaned my room while we talked.
We went to Fries&Co with Alex and that gang.
Seeing their house the next day was shocking.
Completely trashed, tin foil as far as the eye could see.
Work was a pain in the ass as usual but I had someone to cover the last bit of my shift.
Stephen took me to a concert of sorts put on by a group called 'Classic Albums Live'.
My favorite band of all time is Pink Floyd and they were doing the entire Dark Side of the Moon.
I sat their with my mouth gapped open the entire time.
They had every note, every word, every scream, every sound-effect down.
It was amazing, the whole thing blew me away.
I can't Stephen enough for taking me, it was absolutely amazing.
He came with me to visit Leah, she had just arrived back from her grandmother's funeral.
She inherited 1200$!
Ed and I watched the first 3 episodes of 24 together until the wee hours of the night.
The next day, I went to class, bought a book for school, got Caisse Populaire online banking and voted.
I felt accomplished.
Emily and I went out for seafood at Phil's.
My clams were delicious, I wish I could afford more seafood.
We had a ridiculous plan to walk around all night drinking but it didnt materialize.
Instead, we went to Alex's and watched Moonwalker.
Please for me, rent Moonwalker, Micheal Jackson is fucked.
Infact, I would change my vote between who is weirder from GG Alin to Micheal.
Micheal, you are fucked.
Be Bad did their thing at Reflections and ended up winning a bag of perogies.
I found my double, a girl name Lindsay who sings in French.
Deadly.
I guess there is room for two.
Tobias walked me most of the way home and I ended up passing out ridiculously early.
The next day was my Culture Studies class.
I love that class, its interesting, lots of things to talk and your opinion can never be wrong.
I went to Leah's afterwards, we got high and played chess most of the night.
When I got home, I walked into an investigation.
I guess our house was robbed between the time my roommates left for school at 6 and me getting home from school at 730.
They didn't take any of my stuff but that is some messed up stuff.
I can't even wrap my head around it.
Me and Ed got togethr and watched the last episode of 24, I love when roommates get excited about the same things as me.
Today was 'charity' day at school, therefor no class.
I hung out with Mitch for a bit, he makes me laugh.
It was a more intimate potluck this Wednesday.
Me, Julia, Alfred and Mike D sat around the table and ate some delicious stuff.
More people showed up afterwards for some drinking.
Bearly's was fun.
I got to sing my song.
New Wave did Tainted Love for me.
I'm here by myself.
First Bearly's I've ever come home by myself.
That's that.
I feel like a foul for some of things I said.
I explained myself as best possible.
There's nothing else for me to do.
If my personality is so god damn magnetic, what else am I missing?

almost robots.

I hope I get this post over with in a haste.
Wednesday started with me skipping class.
Irresponsibility has to start somewhere.
I sat around all day doing shitty internet things.
The potluck was a bust, no one came.
I shouldn't say that, a few friends dropped by here and there throughout the night.
Reflections was alright, I heckled the bands as usual.
Also gave Dan a hug in the middle of his set, I didn't know it was his birthday!
Bearly's was a riot.
Lachie and Mark Black's 'Too Drunk To Fuck' caused Riley to break his foot.
Who breaks a bone at kareoke?
We managed to gather a group of 18 people out to breakfast.
APPLEBARREL INVASION.
Good ending to the night.
I went to Mitch's the next morning.
We headed down to the office supplies maze and to Junk&Foibles.
Work was alright, I hate how my new bosses re-arranged our store.
I also hate the way they comment on the previous state of the store.
Its like they're making fun of us, go fuck yourselves.
Some weird happened, this guy, he knew my name.
Now I know that doesn't sound weird, but there was no way for him to actually know my name.
It was kind of freaky.
When I was waiting for the bus to go home, he was there, we talked more but he refused to tell me how he knew my name.
And now he knows where I get off on the bus.
We practiced Friday, sober practice.
The Hold kept coming to pick up stuff for the show, I got embarrased.
Its one thing to do this shit drunk, but sober its brutal.
I think were getting better, as better as we'll get anyways.
Alfred and I headed down to the One World.
Be Bad really did it for me that night, I enjoyed their set a great deal.
There was fake fights, fireworks, and vomiting during the show.
I had a gross slice of pizza from Randy's and ended up at Emily's.
I liked the group I was surrounded by, it was an interesting get together.
I went to work early, did 3 shifts worth of prep and couldn't leave early.
I cried twice and wrote out 3 letters of resignation.
Bad day at work.
I got home and my roommate drank half of booze.
Whew, I'm pretty irrational when it comes to my vices, I yelled a lot.
I keep yawning.
I'll save Robots and Pink Floyd for tomorrow.
I love Stephen Cooke.

memories

Cryptic drunk posts are ridiculous here's what I meant to say.
Sometimes I think about certain things.
Nothing bad, nothing awful.
I want to forget these things because it drives me nuts.
I should forget these things or atleast try to.
It'd be better for me to forget them because it's over.

That makes more sense.
Sort of.
Privacy is for suckers.

le coque et les phoques

Saturday.
What the fuck happened Saturday.
I went over to Leah's for some hang out time.
We found these old year books from '93, people what the fuck is up with the teal?
So much god damn teal.
I played chess with Leah all night, and slaughtered her.
I owe her 5$, I have some major debt to care of.
100$ for the douchebag roommate.
50$ to CKDU which is getting paid before the stupid fucking roommate.
25$ to Adrian because I'm a dumbass who drinks too much.
Money ruins friendships.
I went to the HotShotRobot show after chess.
I think it was one of my first shows sober.
I really have to re-think my idea of good music.
Had I been drunk I probably would of enjoyed the last band, sober however, not so much.
Nathan, Mike, Josh and I headed down to breakfast.
When I woke up in the morning all my house guests were gone.
I had one of the most boring days at work to date.
It was super busy, but all the prep was done.
I got to leave early which always makes me happy.
I got the supplies needed to make my lyric sheets and once again tried to finish Lost In Translation.
It seems to me I pass out every time, at the exact same spot.
School was the same old boring.
I left early, I had an 'aurevoir' date to uphold.
My friend came over and we hugged goodbye and I said I'll see ya in a bit.
It better be true, I already miss this person quite a bit.
I can't wait to bite the top of their head again.
Alfred and Laura popped over around 5ish, we finished drinks and headed to the jam spot.
After many hours of working on shit, I think we were as ready as we could of been.
We took a cab down their, bristle board lyrics in hand.
I spent most of the night clinging drunkingly to friends.
Freaking out, I was TERRIFIED of performing.
Shitting myself scared.
But all their kind words worked wonders and I saw Stephen lurking in the shadows.
That definitely put a smile on my face.
When it was our turn to play I felt like someone was twisting my insides.
Then it came to me............. who cares?
Seriously?
I knew that no one but my friends would appreciate it.
But who needs more than their friends to appreciate anything?
I was fine after that, all our friends came within inches of the stage and kept screaming and cheering us on.
There's video of this floating around the internet.
As long as I don't end up on ebaums world I really don't mind.
I think it went well for what it was, I got to yell in French and sing about vaginas for fuck sakes.
Who could ask for more?
Finally came the time for the spinning of the wheel.
WE WON!
We won the fucking money.
Can you believe it? I sure the fuck couldn't.
I was on the phone with my dad all day begging for money and BAM, 67$ richer.
67$ for having a good time is a good deal to me.
Christ. Alex wants us to play the Robot party, hopefully we do.
Stephen drove me us all home after we got our money.
In the morning, Nathan, Riley, Stephen, Mike D, Amy and I all went to breakfast.
I ofcourse could not shut the fuck up about the night before.
I told my culture studies teacher all about it, she thinks I'm insane.
But she has this appreciation for 'punk' although I would never consider myself punk.
I don't consider myself anything really, but thats besides the point.
Point is she's borrowing this case study book about females living like punks called 'Pretty in Pink'.
It sounds really interesting and I'm excited to read it.
Oh cultural studies, I wish if I majored in you it would get me somewheres.
I went to Leah's last night to relax.
She made wicked vegetables and pasta.
We played more chess, she's definitely getting better.
I still won all the games but I scared during a few of them.
Leah is probably one of the only people I can get stoned around and not feel like a freak while doing it.

hole in my links!

What the fuck is that hole?
I know you see it, I KNOW YOU SEE IT.
Right underneath the Divorce link.
Could it be some kind of SIGN?!
THE DIVORCE SEPERATED US?!
I've been trying to get rid of that fucking hole forever.
I've tried everything, its there for the long haul, always underneath Divorce.

get into the groove

Everybody puts this crazy nonesense on their blogs, so I'll give it a shot.

'I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want and I will answer.Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.'

'1. name:
2. birthday:
3. place of residence:
4. what makes you happy:
5. what are you listening to now/have listened to last:
6. do you read my lj:
7. if you do, what is particularly good/bad about it:
8. an interesting fact about you:
9. are you in love/have a crush at the moment:
10. favorite place to be:
11. favorite lyric:
12. best time of the year:
13: what you would do with only 24 hours left to live:
RECOMMEND
1. a film:
2. a book:
3. a band, a song and an album:
PLUS
1. one thing you like about me:
2. two things you like about yourself:
3. put this in your lj so i can tell you what i think of you.'

kitchen

I did indeed make it to my second class.
I thought 'what the hell' and asked Riley to come too.
I figure he won't be on the attendence sheet but he can fake it and say he just signed up.
He did just that, and it was pretty ridiculous.
It's an 8 person class so it got pretty one on one-ish.
I'm really bad at lying so I was freakin' out 90% of the time.
When we got home, Amy came over and we headed to Ellie's.
Banana chocolate muffins and cookies for all, also one racy game of truth or dare jenga.
I got a new blog on the go, now to actually know what to put in it.
My culture studies class allows your final project to be a blog.
Ofcourse it must have to do with studying culture.
I'm worried about a friend of mine.
Worried enough to throw up.
What ifs scare me more than anything.
Be ok.
I love you.
Wednesday morning, the start of the madness.
I actually miraculously made it to both my classes.
We watched a ridiculous movie about the American Revolution.
I helped Ed clean the kitchen and waited for the potluck madness to begin.
Lots of people, lots of good food, lots of mess, lots of booze.
Who puts a faucet that just kind of comes out of the wall?
At one point I noticed this mystery faucet was flooding my kitchen.
MADNESS.
I supposedly am responsible for a 100$ dvd player that I got already broken.
What a night.
The Internet are amazing, I like noise, I like noise that I can sit there and stew with my thoughts.
The Internet definitely delivers on all of that.
When they wrapped up we all headed towards Bearly's.
I had some kind of break-down, it started for a bullshit reason and just exploded.
I got these feelings of being totally unappreciated.
Little things like, I call my friends, they don't call me.
I plan events and try to get everybody here and make sure people are having fun.
I go up to people at bars and talk, not the other way around.
Which sounds ridiculous, but I was drunk and I guess I've felt that way for a while.
After I exploded at Mimi for not appreciating me, I sat alone wondering if anyone would come talk.
No one did, so I cried, and ran to the bathroom.
I don't have very many moments of emotional mess, maybe I was just due.
Ellie came and talked to me, she made me better and gave me a flower.
Bad news bears all over the place.
The rest of the night turned out alright.
Dancing and singing and the usual nonesense, its not the same if Mike isn't there.
Although I did something ridiculous.
I got rid of 'ridiculous' in the morning, by pretending I was going to school.
I just felt like doing the normal and going to breakfast with the possee.
Riley, Nathan and I headed to Vienna, shortly after arrival we were joined by Julia and Meghan.
Hilarious stories were swapped, and a short book store visit too.
I went to school for my afternoon class and headed to work afterwards.
The night ended with White Zombie at Alex's house.
I tried to watch Lost In Translation again but ended up falling asleep.
This morning I woke up to a beautiful day.
Natalie and Amanda came to get me and we went to Leah's.
We all walked downtown together, and I grabbed another of those delicious Dio Mio smoothies.
Work went well.
We had 7 subs that we had to waste and my manager wanted to just throw them out.
I convinced her to let me go down Spring Garden and hand them out to the homeless.
It was like being Subway Santa or something.
I headed over to Stage 9 for the Tragedies show and went home afterwards.

the Rooster and the Seals.

First day back to school.
I got an exam back from last semester.
It really made me feel like quite the asshole.
I got really upset and said some nasty shit to my teacher.
Fuck you and your "I know you can do better" bullshit.
Stop having faith in me, its pointless.
I went to Julia's for supper, Alfred came along too.
We made shrimp stirfry madness.
Scrabble was a good time as usual, Stephen being victorious.
Laura Peek showed up and I managed to get her and Alfred out to Rocking4$$s.
We were all hanging out and somehow we started talking about French punk.
Five minutes into the conversation we have a band.
Its wicked, me, Laura, Alfred, this is going to be the most hilarious band ever.
Godwin came up with a wicked name, its 'the Rooster and the Seals' which translated into French says 'le Coque et les Phoques'.
Say that shit outloud, you'll get it.
We're going to cover Ride the Pink Tiger in French.
I'm going to sing dirty dirty French punk, about Pink Duckies and vaginas.
Isn't it funny how differently people will act when they're not trying to sleep with you.
Who needs these thoughts?
Matt bought me a shot of tequila at the bar, that shit was intense.
I danced quite a bit when the music changed over.
Robe was losing his shit, it was hilarious.
Godwin, Robe, Laura, Alfred, Matt, Jenna, Beardo and I all took off for the North End.
I don't know how it happened but somehow we were climbing the hill.
They ended up down in the castle while the first 4 of us just went home.
The power went out and when I woke up this morning I had missed my first class.
I was actually looking forward to go going to school, not wasting the day infront of the computer.

tears

Only two people have seen me cry.
Only four people have heard me cry.

If you're any of those people, you mean something to me and I trust you a lot.

I just had the above thought, I was thinking I should write it down, so I did.

I'm about to have a nervous breakdown

My head really hurts

If I don't find a way out of here

I'm gonna go berserk cause

I'm crazy and I'm hurt

Head on my shoulders

It's going... Berserk!

I hear the same old talk talk talk

The same old lines

Don't do me that today

Yeah if you know what's good for you, you'll get out of my way

Cause, I'm crazy and I'm hurt

Head on my shoulders

Going... Berserk!

I won't apologize

For acting outta line

You see the way I am

You leave any time you can cause

I'm crazy and I'm hurt

Head on my shoulders

Going... Berserk!

Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!

I don't care what you fuckin' do!

I don't care what you fuckin' say!

I'm so sick of everythingI just want to...

Die!

gay cowboys

I mustered all the courage I could and headed to work.
I got busted for my New Year lie.
I told work I'd be with family and couldn't work, my roommates told on me.
I'd like to believe not on purpose.
As punishment she wants me to work every Friday and Saturday for a bit.
I say fuck that, she needs me more than I need her.
When work ended I headed over to Gus' Pub for a Jeff Coll 5 show.
Matt was there, we hung out and hugged all night.
Matt Mongraw makes me smile like no other, he has this power.
He makes you feel like the only person in the world that matters.
If only for the few hours you spend with him.
Its nice to feel needed sometimes.
Anyways, we set around my porch and talked for hours.
We said goodbye atleast 4 times and would just start talking again.
I woke up super sick the next morning and in a terrible mood.
After the refusal to help clean from my roommates I ended up doing it all myself.
You know its cool that they come to the potluck, its cool that they eat the food, its even cool that they eat my favorite left-overs, but would it really hurt to help a girl clean when she is feeling ILL?
I was besides myself with rage the entire time I was cleaning.
We ended up with a few dishes less because of this anger, including a plate I smashed on the floor on purpose.
Thats a secret though.
Julia came to visit me at work, we girl talked.
When I finally left work I hung out at my house for the rest of the night.
I had to work Saturday at lunch time.
I went in and did all the work for 2 shifts within an hour.
By 3 30 there was absolutely nothing for me to do.
I convinced a co-worker to come out to the Switzer show.
I left one Subway to go get drunk at another one.
When Alex got off work, we went to her place and continued the drinking madness.
She drank 6 beer in 2 hours, is that even possible?
The show was fucking ridiculous.
Die Brucke and the Hold both played amazing sets.
Gilbert Switzer however stole the show.
They had a lot of time to fuck around with, they played upwards to 20 songs in an hour.
By the end of the set, Troy was in his underwear and was jumping off the stage.
Broken glass and one too many tumbles to the floor.
He hurt himself I think, but whats a little pain in name of punk rock?
I got kicked in the head twice and Jodi got some crotch to the face.
One of the best Switzer sets I've seen, the crowd was eating that shit up.
Meghan looked hot with her new guitar, it really suits her.
When the show ended it was decided that we were heading to my house.
Godwin, Nathan, Jodi, Stacy, Eben, Derrick, Mike D and Meghan watched punk dvds at my house until the wee hours of the morning.
I don't really remember people leaving, or basically the last hour before I finally crashed.
I woke up to Meghan and Mike D talking about breakfast.
At the end of the rallying the troops we were 7 of us being loud and obnoxious at the Greek House.
Flea Market, Dio Mio smoothies, GG Allin videos.
Had supper with Emily at Spartan.
Nothing gets the tears flowing like two gay cowboys.
I really enjoyed that movie, they looked so lost without each other.
I hate movies for putting this 'love' notion in my head.
They make me all gaga for about a day until I get back to reality.
I just told Jen my philosophy 'I want someone to touch my junk and tell me to shut up once and a while'.
Is that too much to ask for?
Natalie came over, we made potatoes and watched Jaws.
Here I am.
Thinking about gay cowboys and my lack of junk touching.

you kill me

I spent most of Tuesday hanging out with Jenna.
We smoked cigarettes and talked about travelling.
After debating over the merits of either food or drugs, we went with food.
The North End Dinner makes a mean hot turkey sannich.
Meghan was working at Frenchy's, I picked up a new cardigan, a skirt and mittens.
I walked home and spent about 2 seconds with myself before I called Leah.
We headed down to the grocery store and got the ingredients for a feast.
We spent most of the night eating, talking and smoking pot.
I miss hanging out with Leah.
I have to get her alone sometime, I miss that the most.
When I got home I put on 'As Good As It Gets' and passed out.
Wednesday.
Finally.
I cleaned my kitchen until it didn't even look like my home anymore.
It was spotless, which didn't last very long.
I showered and cleaned the clothes off my floor.
A very cleansing day, which was probably needed, I've developed a cold of sorts.
Ed got fired from the porn store.
We had a sad moment or two, but Ed's too awesome to stay upset.
Sooo... I made a banner that said 'ED GOT FIRED', and put it in the kitchen, you know for the potluck.
I bought him a faxe to make him feel better.
We both started cooking our meals as guests started to arrive.
Tons of people came, sometimes its just good to get everybody you love in the same room.
Meghan, Mike D, Cory, Josh, Alex, Craig, Emily, Amy, Stephen, Godwin, Alfred, Jen, Matt, Marc, Frank, Mitch.. and the list goes on.
Cory and Josh I don't see enough of, they make me smile.
Josh said he has a crush on my internet personality, but not my actual personality.
Wicked.
The potluck was a huge success, lots of left-over goodies.
Despite the great apple crumble heist played out by Meghan.
She's lucky she's so damn awesome.
The gang started heading towards Reflections.
I finally delivered that card.
Shirtless bearded door answering, damnit.
Yeah, you.
The Lampshades set was awesome, I screamed a lot.
Jen Porter said something to me along the lines of.
Lindsay you've done well in this city, lots of people love you.
Kind of made me step back and look at the past year.
I've made a lot of friendships, I hope they're long lasting.
I headed to Bearly's by myself, ran into Stephen who ended up giving me a drive.
He said it was packed, and boy was he right.
Tons of people.
Mike and Cory weren't around I had the following conversation with Mimi.
Me: Can I sing?
Mimi: No its full.
Me: Can Mike D sing?
Mimi: OFCOURSE
Me: Cory?
Mimi: You bitch *takes the paper wth Cory's name on it from my hands*
What the fuck? No White Rabbit this week.
I enjoy Cory and Mike D's singing, good trade of.
The rest of the night was a mess of booze and loudness.
Me getting pissed for no good reason and taking a cab home.
Which is crazy, my favorite part of Bearly's is the walk home.
Nathan, Ed, Emily and I all hung out in my room forever.
Jenna and Mike D arrived shortly after, we stayed up until 5 30 just being ridiculous.
This morning we headed to breakfast, oh hang over breakfast, how much I appreciate you.
Nathan and Emily took off the other way.
Me and Mike D started walking back to my house, but we ran into Leah.
Spent the afternoon with her talking about work.
Work.
I haven't been to work in two weeks, today is the first day back.
Yay.

minesweepers

Amy came over around 6 30.
We went to Alex's for a bit before they left to go set up gear.
Leah was next on the list of pre-drinking spots.
The One World was pretty packed, mostly with people sitting.
Whats with the sitting?
Jessica Poutney was hilariously drunk.
Amy puked all over herself by 10 30, it was quite the night.
Scribbler did their set in strapless evening dresses.
Its on videotape, maybe they could edit it in the Christmas special.
I spent a lot of time outside smoking and sitting by myself.
Something about going on nowadays, theres so much of my time spent alone even in a crowded room.
I'm the loudest person in the room, but the one who sits by herself to get a break.
When A/V started, I danced my ass off like you wouldn't believe.
I asked someone if they knew where Meghan was and they directed me to a party across the street.
I got there just in time to countdown with Meghan.
I ran back to A/V for more dance party madness.
I was put in charge of delivering Philip Clark to Meghan and Eben.
We wound up at that party again and I ran into Stephen.
We rallied the crowd and hearded them towards Julia's party.
I had a lot of fun on that balcony, taking pictures, striking up random conversation.
I got a little too wrecked, poored out my booze, and started getting paranoid/freaked out.
Meghan and I headed towards my place.
We made at 4 am trip to Needs for garlic fingers and got high with my roommate.
One too many drunken phonecalls later, we both passed out.
I woke up in the morning by a phonecall from Julia asking about hungover breakfast.
Right when I hung up the phone the door bell rang, it was Ala and Alex.
Meghan, Ala, Alex, Julia and I headed towards Quinpool, basicaly on a quest for anything that wuld be open.
We bumped into to Riley and Ed on the way.
China Classic is where the feast was had.
Most jokingly racist meal ever.
Whew.
On the way back home we stopped off at Derrick's for a good morning visit.
He was wrapped in a blanket in his underwear, ha.
Derrick was going to be throwing away his ex's old bed but since my roommate needed a bed I snatched it for him.
Myself and some roommates came to get it an hour later.
I'm glad Dave has a bed, he has made quite the groove in this city.
Established maybe is the word.
Ala, Craig and I went to the Hold show at Woozley farm.
The show was awesome, Craig was right, something about seeing a band in a livingroom or a basement.
Adds magic or something.
The Hold were amazing as usual, lackof gear and shitty drumset be damned.
Adrian followed us over to Craig's once the madness ended.
I passed out on their upstairs' couch for hours.
When I woke up I was so confused, I felt like an idiot.
Naps are good though, New Years took it out of me thats for sure.
We had a Street Fighter tournament and I got walked home.
I finally got around to watching "I Shot Andy Warhol", it was alright.
I made this resolution to spend more time with myself.
Making art, watching movies, reading, thinking, writing, cleaning, internet-ing, masterbating, collaging, crafting, puzzling, quizzing, homeworking, essaying, cooking, singing, music-ing... .. ... .... you know?
I spend so much time with people, too many different people.
So I was going to make a quiet meal at home but got excited and rounded up a possee.
Emily, Julia, Adrian all came down to the Greek House.
I had some 'exotic' Greek plate, which is pretty impressive for me.
We played cards most of the night and got shamammared for Rocking4$$$$s.
I got to see Nicole before she headed back to Vancouver.
That girl gives really good compliments, I like people like that.
The night was fun, I spent a lot of time in a crowded room by myself.
Trombones were busted out too by some Ontario band.
I stayed up all night playing minesweepers.
Seriously, until 7 in the morning.
Minesweepers.. ... ... its a fucking cult, I swear.

I do all my best thinking at 5 - 6 in the morning.
I stay up until my brain starts thinking the other way.
I lay there over-tired coming up with ideas and notions but by morning its gone.

I never feel as smart when I wake up.

Maybe its not brilliant and I just think it is.

blowjobs

My father had a lady over.
Obviously a friend, but still, I never see dad social interact.
It's kind of scary to be honest, different guy.
He was however listenning to Tina Turner and had a hot meal ready when I walked in.
Good old dad.
He drove me to the mall for shoes.
Determine that I would not leave New Brunswick without proper food wear.
So I have new shoes, now its time to decide how I can make them 'Lindsay'.
My brother and I had a family engagement to attend.
Dad hasn't really seen much of the family since my parents called it quits.
He told me to say hi to everybody but I told him to fuck off and come inside.
He looked happy to see everybody.
My mother is a saint and remembered to bring my booze.
Half a quart later I'm admitting to blowjobs with an uptight cousin.
The night couldn't of ended on a better note.
My entire family thinks I'm some crazy 20 year old weirdo.
Savannah stopped over once I made it back to my place.
We sat in her car smoking cigarettes most of the night.
I woke up in the morning knowing I'd be back in the city before supper.
What a great feeling.
Savannah and her brother came to get me at my house.
The drive was pleasant, it ain't a road trip without 50 cent and Eminem.
Amy came over, she wanted Fried Chicken.
I visited every neighborhood friend I had on the way back.
I was collecting Halifax hugs.
New shoes are deadly, they look so pretty but feel so awful.
We went to the One World show, I saw Julia.
We did the running down the street with the stoopid face grin hugging thing.
AV amazes me always, its too bad the One World is so well lit of I would of danced more.
Jenna walked in the door and we made immediate hang out plans.
When the show ended, new shoes and booze quest.
We ended up walking in hail and ice pellets for 20 minutes.
She showed me pictures and we laughed a lot.
Mash potatoes in the morning and the starts of a good New Year.
I spent the afternoon with my thoughts.
Actually.
I don't feel like doing this anymore.
New Year for the next time.