let the shit storm begin.
What a night.
I don't even like drugs anymore.
But two nights of drinking was enough of a celebration.
I had to do something on Tuesday so pot party seemed appropriate.
My teacher bought me a lemon square for my birthday.
She likes my idea of a timeline for the punk scene of this city for the past 30 years.
Now, I need to actually get moving on it and find friends that are willing to be interviewed.
I have a few in mind.
I was thinking a person from 38 until 15, with a few years inbetween.
Anyways, Malcom and Megan made me a cake.
The whole time I was sitting in the livingroom and I never noticed the smell of cake coming from the kitchen.
They brought it down the stairs and it looked like a ball of fire.
They put 36 candles on it.
We ate it ghetto style with no forks and no plates.
I have awesome friends.
I wish Leah would of come.
I think we watched a movie, but if we did I don't remember.
We were all so baked the conversation was none-existant.
No more pot for me, it makes me regret my whole life.
Before I get into Wednesday there has been a few more interesting developments for the most progressive joke band ever.
Derrick wants us to cover a CKDU cart, the Zit Remedy one.
Troy wants us to be on his crazy compilation.
Alex wants us to join his collective.
Alfred and Laura have to focus on their real bands for a bit though.
I bought a pie before the potluck.
JP and Riley made Sheppard's Pie.
There was quite the event before the whole thing went down.
My dickhead of a roommate told DMC to get out of my house.
I was not having it.
In all fairness DMC shouldn't have been poking fun of them
But since when is a few harmless jokes warranted a 'get the hell out my house' approach?
Anyways, I lost it, and told him to stop being such a rude jackass to all my friends.
Emilie said it best I guess.
He isn't a very colourful character and maybe being around colourful people makes him nervous.
Whatever, it was totally uncalled and thats twice now thats he's been a dick to my friends.
It was pretty fucking embarassing.
I was shaking with rage, I had to leave the kitchen and smoke just to calm myself down.
This event aside the potluck went well.
Everybody had some delicious dishes with them.
Laura made me the most amazing chocolate cake.
Who knew vegan could taste so damn good.
We moved the party to my room, I just felt like being in my room.
Its safe from certains roommates and conflict as far as I'm concerned.
We walked down to Bearly's.
The usual bar staff had the night off so they got down with the drkning too.
They purchased all kinds of drinks for me.
There was definitely the right amount of people there and some fresh new faces.
Emilie gave me my present; booby oil.
Eben, Rob, Beardo, Alfred, Adrian, Mike D, Edd, Mary, Shawn, Emilie, Julia, Stephen, Godwin, DMC, Lipton, and who knows, I might be forgetting someone.
Birthday to remember, tons of songs dedicated to me and flowers for me.
Adrian dropped down to Union Jack boxers for this rendition of Hot For Teachers.
There are too many highlights to even mention.
I'm glad DMC came and got the whole thing on film.
Oh wait, did I forget to mention he was dressed liike a 1970's pimp, complete with crotch stuffing.
Breakfast was hilarious and loud.
Godwin ate more than me.
Godwin?! Hes like a quarter my size.
I spent the rest of the night talking in the dark with Dorton.
I've come to a conclusion.
I've lost my mind, the lines of why I'm mad don't even make sense to me anymore.
I liked the part of the conversation where I wasn't being a douchebag the best.
Talking is so much better than arguing.
Bon fucking Jovi woke me up, god damn drunk setting alarm clocks.
I finally got my hands on my student loan papers.
I FINALLY GOT THAT DAMN BITCHY FINANCIAL SERVICE LADY TO SMILE.
It was like a miracle, white light flooded her face, the corner of her mouth started to move upwards and BAM, SMILE.
Julia decided to make my birthday supper.
Spaghetti with homemade sauce and rocata (?) balls.
It was delicious, I was so full.
One of the best birthday presents I've gotten.
We watched Apocolypst Now after supper.
What an intense movie.
I liked it, its not something I could watch 20 times over, but it was good.
I woke up this morning sick.
I cried for no apparent reason.
Well, no reason doesn't seem fitting.
Maybe a gathering of lots of small reasons.
The internet makes checking up on people almost too easy.
I hate everything you do.
I don't hate it, I wish I was a part of it.
I don't even like drugs anymore.
But two nights of drinking was enough of a celebration.
I had to do something on Tuesday so pot party seemed appropriate.
My teacher bought me a lemon square for my birthday.
She likes my idea of a timeline for the punk scene of this city for the past 30 years.
Now, I need to actually get moving on it and find friends that are willing to be interviewed.
I have a few in mind.
I was thinking a person from 38 until 15, with a few years inbetween.
Anyways, Malcom and Megan made me a cake.
The whole time I was sitting in the livingroom and I never noticed the smell of cake coming from the kitchen.
They brought it down the stairs and it looked like a ball of fire.
They put 36 candles on it.
We ate it ghetto style with no forks and no plates.
I have awesome friends.
I wish Leah would of come.
I think we watched a movie, but if we did I don't remember.
We were all so baked the conversation was none-existant.
No more pot for me, it makes me regret my whole life.
Before I get into Wednesday there has been a few more interesting developments for the most progressive joke band ever.
Derrick wants us to cover a CKDU cart, the Zit Remedy one.
Troy wants us to be on his crazy compilation.
Alex wants us to join his collective.
Alfred and Laura have to focus on their real bands for a bit though.
I bought a pie before the potluck.
JP and Riley made Sheppard's Pie.
There was quite the event before the whole thing went down.
My dickhead of a roommate told DMC to get out of my house.
I was not having it.
In all fairness DMC shouldn't have been poking fun of them
But since when is a few harmless jokes warranted a 'get the hell out my house' approach?
Anyways, I lost it, and told him to stop being such a rude jackass to all my friends.
Emilie said it best I guess.
He isn't a very colourful character and maybe being around colourful people makes him nervous.
Whatever, it was totally uncalled and thats twice now thats he's been a dick to my friends.
It was pretty fucking embarassing.
I was shaking with rage, I had to leave the kitchen and smoke just to calm myself down.
This event aside the potluck went well.
Everybody had some delicious dishes with them.
Laura made me the most amazing chocolate cake.
Who knew vegan could taste so damn good.
We moved the party to my room, I just felt like being in my room.
Its safe from certains roommates and conflict as far as I'm concerned.
We walked down to Bearly's.
The usual bar staff had the night off so they got down with the drkning too.
They purchased all kinds of drinks for me.
There was definitely the right amount of people there and some fresh new faces.
Emilie gave me my present; booby oil.
Eben, Rob, Beardo, Alfred, Adrian, Mike D, Edd, Mary, Shawn, Emilie, Julia, Stephen, Godwin, DMC, Lipton, and who knows, I might be forgetting someone.
Birthday to remember, tons of songs dedicated to me and flowers for me.
Adrian dropped down to Union Jack boxers for this rendition of Hot For Teachers.
There are too many highlights to even mention.
I'm glad DMC came and got the whole thing on film.
Oh wait, did I forget to mention he was dressed liike a 1970's pimp, complete with crotch stuffing.
Breakfast was hilarious and loud.
Godwin ate more than me.
Godwin?! Hes like a quarter my size.
I spent the rest of the night talking in the dark with Dorton.
I've come to a conclusion.
I've lost my mind, the lines of why I'm mad don't even make sense to me anymore.
I liked the part of the conversation where I wasn't being a douchebag the best.
Talking is so much better than arguing.
Bon fucking Jovi woke me up, god damn drunk setting alarm clocks.
I finally got my hands on my student loan papers.
I FINALLY GOT THAT DAMN BITCHY FINANCIAL SERVICE LADY TO SMILE.
It was like a miracle, white light flooded her face, the corner of her mouth started to move upwards and BAM, SMILE.
Julia decided to make my birthday supper.
Spaghetti with homemade sauce and rocata (?) balls.
It was delicious, I was so full.
One of the best birthday presents I've gotten.
We watched Apocolypst Now after supper.
What an intense movie.
I liked it, its not something I could watch 20 times over, but it was good.
I woke up this morning sick.
I cried for no apparent reason.
Well, no reason doesn't seem fitting.
Maybe a gathering of lots of small reasons.
The internet makes checking up on people almost too easy.
I hate everything you do.
I don't hate it, I wish I was a part of it.
posted by Lindsay at 2/10/2006
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