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.