Friday. Happy Birthday Neil! Water Cold Pool 62 degrees. Coffee's: 3. Longboard progress: the final strecth of graphix, seal spray next.
Last Week
The best-friend turned ex-boyfriend turned friend-with-privileges and I broke it off.
Tips
When your seeing your ex (again) and it's serious (again).
1. Don't tell your "ex" (again) how awesome the new member in your (in your ex's opinion, stoopid) noise band is.
2. Don't say "he/she is awesome because they remind me of you".
3. And especially don't tell your ex you'd like to pursue a relationship w/the new band member "musically". One person surveryed (see below) interperetated this as meaning "fuck musically".
The results of the "leave him, or let it slide" poll.
Most of the people surveyed unanimously agreed I should "Get rid of him!".
Ultimately it was the fact he was making me feel jealous, angry, sad, paranoid and GENERALLY not awesome that did it.
I actually realized (as I pressured him to answer questions) all the things he liked about this charming new member of the band (except for the filthy whore part) were things I used to like about myself. Things about myself which made me all that (and more) that I had forgotten since being involved with him.
The Universe works in many strange ways.
Two days after breaking it off with him I hung-out with this PHENOMENAL young man at work. He's into the public library, thinking, freaky stuff, being incredibly moved by the book "The Grapes of Wrath" and using sarcastic monotone humour. Plus, he's pretty much off limits so there's none of that weird pleasure, only some of that light-headed giggly schoolgirl headiness.
It was really good to be reminded so quickly (and efficiently!) that the world is full of (LOTS OF) wonderful people to get to know and love.
Incidentally, this phenomenal guy was listening to Fleetwood Mac "Rumours".
Music soothes the savage beast.
When something really crumby happens it's really nice to use music as a form of therapy. Not only do you get the satisfaction of knowing
1. Your not alone.
2. You also get the relief of having a tool to help you deal already there and waiting for you.
Fleetwood Mac "Rumours" has been on for days. I listen to it when I wake-up, before bed, in the shower, when I'm driving, when I'm riding my board, when I'm walking, on the bus, at work, and I also started playing along with it on the drums.
Rumours is, the Quintessential Break-up, Get over a broken heart, Learn to let go, Learn to love again album.
The first single weekend of my life (again).
I spent volunteering at the registration desk of the 12th Annual Beasley Park Skate Jamboree. I help out a good cause, support the Hamilton Skateboard Assembly, help kids and parents, and get points for school! Plus I get treated to some good skating and awesome eye candy.
Luckily, I've lived w/skaters and am one, so the illusion of "hotness" which would surround them is more like stink lines now. See: Sweatyness, stinky shoes, dirty kitchens, no food, etc...
Mark Pezzi is a Player.
The second day of the skate jam, this really hot-looking guy (tattoo's, nice body (read: shirtless), lands all the tricks he does) starts talking w/me about my longboard. Witty banter ensues and he starts saying "Your cute" right to my face, I tell him "I know" and more witty banter ensues. Off he goes, leaving a suprisingly tingly feeling all over me.
I watch him skate, and cheer for him a bit in the contests when I'm not working, he keeps riding over, smiling and flirting with me and then his (PREGNANT-LOOKING) girlfriend shows up.
What a jerk! I got sore about his jerkiness, and went to stand in line for a hamburger, behind who else? him.
A good way to look at someone's butt and seem thoughtful at the same time, is to let them stand in line in front of you.
Here's what happened in line:
Me: Is your first name player?
MP: No, it's my middle name.
Me: Jesus, are you always macking girls?
MP: Yes.
Me: How many girls have you macked today?
MP: (looks me over top to bottom) Just my girlfriend, I'm not macking you...
Me: Your not makcing me eh?
MP: ...I'm just talking to you, sweet talking. (stares at my tits)
Me: "Players only love you when their playing" eh.
MP: Oh you like fleetwood mac? I like fleetwood mac.
Me: Oh my god, turn the mack down! Do you ever stop?
MP: I go all night baby...
The banter continues like so until I start ignoring him. At one point one of his friends tells me "He's a good guy". I say yes, he probably is a good guy if your another guy, a skateboard, or a skatepark but probably not if your a girl.
MP: So will I see you later?
Me: You know what Mark? GUYS LIKE YOU ARE THE REASON I LOCK MYSELF IN MY ROOM, LISTEN TO FLEETWOOD MAC CONSTANTLY, AND DON'T WANT TO TALK TO BOYS EVER AGAIN!
I said all this to him in front of his fellow "peers" and he was so shaken at being shot down by a girl (and publicly humiliated) he couldn't land a trick for 10 MINUTES!
Score for team Shoot-down-players!
But don't worry, his upset was only momentary. It didn't take long before he was "how you doin'?" at girls with their boyfriends, and I didn't get a bigger ego, just a good laugh.
This week.
I've adjusted to single life. It's fun, educational and best of all non-stressful. I give good advice again, see with an open heart, keep my options open and I can actually focus on other people and other things. Which is good because I just got a job as a Special Needs Worker w/families with autistic, and developmentally challenged children.
When the worst happens.
Rent some movies, hangout with friends, listen to some music designed for it, and start volunteering somewhere!
I get paid to be a Special Needs Worker, but I volunteer at the Blind Institute as an art teacher once a week and it is the most rewarding hour I spend in my week (next to practicing drums).
Give to live.
Lots of nice things, best wishes, blessings, and sweet dreams to you and yours.
Mayo
"Loving you since 1982"
This week's POLL QUESTION is: Would you let a funny, hot-looking person who works a drive-thru pick you up? After your second visit to their store, and after they've informed you they were originally just going to climb in your vehicle (truck).
PREVIOUSLY...
What I've Seen
CITY OF GOD - This film does not exagerate when it says "One of the best films you'll ever see".
If you haven't seen it, maybe you should.
If you have seen it and you liked it, check out BALKAN CABERET an equally as enjoyable film set in Belgrade.
Double Bill
Check out CITY OF GOD and BRING ME THE HEAD OF ALFREDO GARCIA together in the same night. Both movies have sex, guns, drinking/drugs, and characters named Benny. It's an oldie, but it will make you say Sam Peckinpah is a Freak! in a good way.
What I've Heard
What I've heard this week was enough to make the paint peel, the walls collapse, and the foundation crawl.
Luckily, my building is a monument to good-old fashioned craftmanship, and it won't be knocked down.
FLEETWOOD MAC - RUMOURS
The Quintessential get over a broken heart, learn to love, learn to let go album.
If they done you wrong; send them a copy of all we need is understanding by Tina and ike Turner and don't talk to them for at least a month.
Then listen to Fleetwood Mac and get to work.
What I've read
What I've read has been between the lines,
and if you don't read between the lines you'll end up looking at the pictures of what could have been instead of what is.
Keep hope alive,
m.
Last Week
The best-friend turned ex-boyfriend turned friend-with-privileges and I broke it off.
Tips
When your seeing your ex (again) and it's serious (again).
1. Don't tell your "ex" (again) how awesome the new member in your (in your ex's opinion, stoopid) noise band is.
2. Don't say "he/she is awesome because they remind me of you".
3. And especially don't tell your ex you'd like to pursue a relationship w/the new band member "musically". One person surveryed (see below) interperetated this as meaning "fuck musically".
The results of the "leave him, or let it slide" poll.
Most of the people surveyed unanimously agreed I should "Get rid of him!".
Ultimately it was the fact he was making me feel jealous, angry, sad, paranoid and GENERALLY not awesome that did it.
I actually realized (as I pressured him to answer questions) all the things he liked about this charming new member of the band (except for the filthy whore part) were things I used to like about myself. Things about myself which made me all that (and more) that I had forgotten since being involved with him.
The Universe works in many strange ways.
Two days after breaking it off with him I hung-out with this PHENOMENAL young man at work. He's into the public library, thinking, freaky stuff, being incredibly moved by the book "The Grapes of Wrath" and using sarcastic monotone humour. Plus, he's pretty much off limits so there's none of that weird pleasure, only some of that light-headed giggly schoolgirl headiness.
It was really good to be reminded so quickly (and efficiently!) that the world is full of (LOTS OF) wonderful people to get to know and love.
Incidentally, this phenomenal guy was listening to Fleetwood Mac "Rumours".
Music soothes the savage beast.
When something really crumby happens it's really nice to use music as a form of therapy. Not only do you get the satisfaction of knowing
1. Your not alone.
2. You also get the relief of having a tool to help you deal already there and waiting for you.
Fleetwood Mac "Rumours" has been on for days. I listen to it when I wake-up, before bed, in the shower, when I'm driving, when I'm riding my board, when I'm walking, on the bus, at work, and I also started playing along with it on the drums.
Rumours is, the Quintessential Break-up, Get over a broken heart, Learn to let go, Learn to love again album.
The first single weekend of my life (again).
I spent volunteering at the registration desk of the 12th Annual Beasley Park Skate Jamboree. I help out a good cause, support the Hamilton Skateboard Assembly, help kids and parents, and get points for school! Plus I get treated to some good skating and awesome eye candy.
Luckily, I've lived w/skaters and am one, so the illusion of "hotness" which would surround them is more like stink lines now. See: Sweatyness, stinky shoes, dirty kitchens, no food, etc...
Mark Pezzi is a Player.
The second day of the skate jam, this really hot-looking guy (tattoo's, nice body (read: shirtless), lands all the tricks he does) starts talking w/me about my longboard. Witty banter ensues and he starts saying "Your cute" right to my face, I tell him "I know" and more witty banter ensues. Off he goes, leaving a suprisingly tingly feeling all over me.
I watch him skate, and cheer for him a bit in the contests when I'm not working, he keeps riding over, smiling and flirting with me and then his (PREGNANT-LOOKING) girlfriend shows up.
What a jerk! I got sore about his jerkiness, and went to stand in line for a hamburger, behind who else? him.
A good way to look at someone's butt and seem thoughtful at the same time, is to let them stand in line in front of you.
Here's what happened in line:
Me: Is your first name player?
MP: No, it's my middle name.
Me: Jesus, are you always macking girls?
MP: Yes.
Me: How many girls have you macked today?
MP: (looks me over top to bottom) Just my girlfriend, I'm not macking you...
Me: Your not makcing me eh?
MP: ...I'm just talking to you, sweet talking. (stares at my tits)
Me: "Players only love you when their playing" eh.
MP: Oh you like fleetwood mac? I like fleetwood mac.
Me: Oh my god, turn the mack down! Do you ever stop?
MP: I go all night baby...
The banter continues like so until I start ignoring him. At one point one of his friends tells me "He's a good guy". I say yes, he probably is a good guy if your another guy, a skateboard, or a skatepark but probably not if your a girl.
MP: So will I see you later?
Me: You know what Mark? GUYS LIKE YOU ARE THE REASON I LOCK MYSELF IN MY ROOM, LISTEN TO FLEETWOOD MAC CONSTANTLY, AND DON'T WANT TO TALK TO BOYS EVER AGAIN!
I said all this to him in front of his fellow "peers" and he was so shaken at being shot down by a girl (and publicly humiliated) he couldn't land a trick for 10 MINUTES!
Score for team Shoot-down-players!
But don't worry, his upset was only momentary. It didn't take long before he was "how you doin'?" at girls with their boyfriends, and I didn't get a bigger ego, just a good laugh.
This week.
I've adjusted to single life. It's fun, educational and best of all non-stressful. I give good advice again, see with an open heart, keep my options open and I can actually focus on other people and other things. Which is good because I just got a job as a Special Needs Worker w/families with autistic, and developmentally challenged children.
When the worst happens.
Rent some movies, hangout with friends, listen to some music designed for it, and start volunteering somewhere!
I get paid to be a Special Needs Worker, but I volunteer at the Blind Institute as an art teacher once a week and it is the most rewarding hour I spend in my week (next to practicing drums).
Give to live.
Lots of nice things, best wishes, blessings, and sweet dreams to you and yours.
Mayo
"Loving you since 1982"
This week's POLL QUESTION is: Would you let a funny, hot-looking person who works a drive-thru pick you up? After your second visit to their store, and after they've informed you they were originally just going to climb in your vehicle (truck).
PREVIOUSLY...
What I've Seen
CITY OF GOD - This film does not exagerate when it says "One of the best films you'll ever see".
If you haven't seen it, maybe you should.
If you have seen it and you liked it, check out BALKAN CABERET an equally as enjoyable film set in Belgrade.
Double Bill
Check out CITY OF GOD and BRING ME THE HEAD OF ALFREDO GARCIA together in the same night. Both movies have sex, guns, drinking/drugs, and characters named Benny. It's an oldie, but it will make you say Sam Peckinpah is a Freak! in a good way.
What I've Heard
What I've heard this week was enough to make the paint peel, the walls collapse, and the foundation crawl.
Luckily, my building is a monument to good-old fashioned craftmanship, and it won't be knocked down.
FLEETWOOD MAC - RUMOURS
The Quintessential get over a broken heart, learn to love, learn to let go album.
If they done you wrong; send them a copy of all we need is understanding by Tina and ike Turner and don't talk to them for at least a month.
Then listen to Fleetwood Mac and get to work.
What I've read
What I've read has been between the lines,
and if you don't read between the lines you'll end up looking at the pictures of what could have been instead of what is.
Keep hope alive,
m.
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and no the girl at taco bell can stay the hell out of my car