my favorite part of last night:

when we were waiting at the bus stop and I had to pretty much run around it to throw up in the grass
and suddenly, there were lots of cars going by
I don't remember how many times that happened
too many


but I pretty much really liked all day yesterday
((I'm surprised we got anything painted at all))
and last night, too

I can't wait till I move my bed into my new house, then I can actually spend the night there
and not have to nap on the "couch"
((because it's just a couple couch cushions thrown on the floor))

yeah.........
next weekend is going to be the same deal, I bet
let's just try to keep the vomitting to a minimum

VTEA on Shaw
wed jul 9
6:00 - 8:00 - 10:00


ie: tonight

a thing about the place I work will be on tv
I don't know if I'll be in this one
because it's supposed to be about the volunteers
and I am actual staff
but they did follow me around with the camera for a bit
so we'll just have to see

Alright, okay, this is one of those times when
"I AM GOING TO FUCKING BLOG ABOUT THIS!!!!!!"
is actually happening.

THE NEXT PERSON TO SAY ANY FUCKING THING AT ALL ABOUT FUTURE SETS FROM ME IS GOING TO DIE A SLOW PAINFUL DEATH I SWEAR.

Yeah, it's nice that you liked Garden Party, thanks for the feedback.
But I really can't take anymore of this constant harassment.

I HAVE SHOT THREE SETS, THEY ARE ON MY COMPUTER, I DON'T WANT TO USE THEM SO I AM LOOKING FOR A BETTER PHOTOGRAPHER.

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UNLESS YOU ARE GOING TO COME HERE AND SHOOT FOR ME

I have no idea how many times I've had to explain this.
So now I've posted a fucking blog entry.
And that is THE END of it.

Don't say ANYTHING about it ever again.

And please, don't apologize, if you are one of the people that's been after me.


I hope everyone knows, I've been purposely holding off on doing anything with the sets I have because so many people were bugging me. I didn't want to give in. I'm not going to.







I don't know if it's the booze, the lack of drugs, or the fuckin metal, but I am sooooo done with this.


Don't say anything.

It's a song lyric.

"You can't live your life by lyrics."

That was Stevo, right?
The one from SLC Punk.

But the point is........
"the Serene Chick" became semi-vegetarian because Kurt Cobain said "It's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings."
and everyone said that was bullshit

if I had followed that one line, the one that became such a big awkward surprising deal

I'd be dead

so let's not do that

Hey, hey guys.
I just got back from Loverboy.
All that crazy Canada Day bullshit.

I was chillin with these guys and they all totally freaked out when they found out I was an SG.
Then there was this crowd of people and some girls came and posed with me while everyone took pictures.
It was so crazy.
I don't think I have ever had so many camera phones pointed at me at once.



when we first got there I tried to call my buddy to see if he was there but he wasn't answering his phone and then like seconds after I hung up I saw him sitting on the grass with the rest of the Crew
and a bunch of cops

they made them pour out all their booze
and two of my friends got arrested and driven home by the piggies
watching that was pretty fuckin intense
everyone looked like shit
totally bummed out
I could have easily been involved in that

but instead I got to mosh and blaze and have my picture taken a million times


possibly one of the craziest nights I have ever had

trashing the motel room last night was pretty crazy too
heh heh heh

okay, I've been partying a lot and I'm fucking tired
so goodnight kids

I was reading some web comics.
And every time I do that I'm like "Fuck, this is so boring."
What kind of person is constantly reading web comics and knows the whole plot and everything about all the characters and all that shit?
Okay, one of my old housemates.
And I think I'm being an asshole and going a bit to far with this because my sister and my best friend and I are always making jokes about circles and vases and shit like that.
Because we all read Married to the Sea.

Shit, I have to blog about this.

Wait..............




Fuck, this is so boring.

Good show last night guys?

hahaha



for a couple minutes there, on my screen, the entire chat was whispers


oh yeah, and I had that singing shark thing already, thanks though
because they're a set
collect all two!!!!!!!

did you see, last night when I said "Boobs are like Nintendo, if you have your own you get bored after a while but it's still fun to go over and play with your friends'."
that was funny


good times

I'm always like "Shoop-de-loop I'm Kurt Cobain. Suck my dick I'm Kurt Cobain!!!!"
and I don't think people get it

I probably shouldn't yell that at work




hey, wait a minute.....

Want to hear a really horrible story?!



Today is my birthday.

And it's kind of a big deal because now I'm legal drinking age ((really, all that means is I can buy my own booze and get into clubs and shit)).

I've been pretty excited and talking to my "friends" about it since last month.

And we were all supposed to go to the Monk last night to see a band and celebrate.

So yesterday I was at work and one of my "friends" stops by with her boyfriend. I was all "It's my birthday tomorrow!!! Yay!!! Are you excited for tonight?!" and they were confused "What's going on tonight?"

I tried to salvage some excitement and told them about going to see the band and they had nothing else planned so they agreed to come with me.
But we had to drive around and check out some of the other riding schools in the area first.
Then go home and get ready.

While I was getting ready, I called a few people to see if they were going to be there too.

"It's my birthday tomorrow!!!!"
"Oh. Well.... happy birthday then."
"Are you coming to the thing tonight?"
"Um.... I dunno.... maybe.... I have to see what else is going on."

Then one girl called me and wished me happy birthday right after I said "Hello?"

So I invited her to come with the rest of us and she had nothing planned so we all met up at my house and drove out to the Monk together.

There were like five people there and we didn't know them at all.
I just recognized two from last saturday.

Then a guy that we did know showed up.

We hugged and I asked "So did you come here for my birthday thing?" and he looked all confused "Uh... actually I just came to see the band.... but happy birthday!!!"

So the five of us sat around and ate nachos and drank coffee and laughed about the time the guy that "just came for the band" got stuck on a mountain in Greece.
((I was there, it was hilarious!!!))

Then we all left.

And there was a "pickup".

And spent a good party of the evening journalling about how I'm going to get completely fucked up today and have a chemical-induced happiness that will let me forget about all this shit.



This birthday was supposed to make up for last years because it was brutal.

Previous ones were, too.

I think I cried the last five years or so because my birthdays were similarly ruined by shitty people and I was left alone.



This year has been the second shitties birthday I've ever had.

Last year was the worst.

I had to write an exam in the morning.

The whole time I was doing that, my sister was helping one of our "friends" because she was detoxing really bad.

I met up with my sister after and we were both bummed out, so we walked down to this guy's place 'cause he had planned a party for me.

Nothing was going on yet so my sister and I decided to sample all the booze in the house to see what would be good for drinking later.

We were both good and shitfaced before noon.

Then we all walked to the park and blazed.

When we got back, my sister spent the afternoon throwing up.

I spend the afternoon drinking.

Then one other guy showed up and he's this really straightedge guy that freaks the fuck out of you even mention alcohol or drugs.

So we all spent the late afternoon trying to act sober.

Then my sister and I went home and I walked down the street to my bestest buddy's place.

He was sitting on an overturned recycling box in the driveway and had just thrown up seconds before I arrived.

So I spent the rest of the evening looking after him.

And drinking.

And I think maybe that was the night I had wicked alcohol poisoning and his mom had to drive me home.

But probably, that's actually the ending to a different story.



Anyway, this year is better.

Because I'm on my way to a good night's sleep.

And I'm alone so no one can fuck anything up.



Happy birthday to me.