it's been a very exciting week.
wednesday was my birthday, wasn't really all that exciting, just went out for drinks with a lot of random burlington friends that i could round up at the last minute. some knew eachother, some didnt. it was pretty good. i got rather buzzed but not drunk to the point of vomiting like on my 19th. i realised that i've never had sex on my birthday. decided not to break that tradition this year as the boy of my choice is currently in london (where i am not).
on thursday my ex boyfriend, who i had not been speaking to for about a week decided to call me up to inform me that he had been lying to me for the past 2 years or so. decided that since i was happy and moving on, that he should spill his guts before he leaves for taiwan on monday. apparently he cheated on me while we were together, slept with random girls after we broke up (while he was professing his love for me and me alone and trying to win me back). i told him i hope that he fucks a taiwanese prostitute, gets aids and dies.
sadly, i really don't wish that upon him. i'm seriously considering pawning the ring he gave me. i know it's worth at least 300$ which could buy me some new ink, but i've been told that i'll look at those tattoos for the rest of my life with regret, especially if he ever comes back into my life. i'm quite devastated to find out about the lies/betrayal/etc, and i'm being strong by not calling him today, when i still want to see him before he leaves tomorrow. it sucks.
friday i quit my painting job.
me and my partner pretty much walked off the site at noon, told our boss we were done and that we wanted postdated cheques. apparently that's unprofessional, but frankly i don't give a shit. i worked for the dude for less than 2 months. he can kiss my ass for all i care. i'm going to work for the next 2 weeks for my old college-pro manager from the beggining of the summer, i also still have 2 weeks left working at the bar, and i've already made enough money for me to pay rent/live off of. so the money i make over the next 2 weeks will just be spending money.
saturday (yesterday) was the barrie date of warped tour. it was pretty damn fantastic. aside from the fact that i had no idea that Gatsby's American Dream had dropped off warped completely, i got to see some amazing bands. seeing thursday again just made me want to get my thursday dove tattoos so damned badly. unfortunately, i want them on my shoulder blades which is difficult to hide from my parents when i'm home. on the bright side, as of september i plan on never returning home again to live (just to visit) but still, i take showers on visits, so it's tricky. i still plan on getting some piano keys this fall though. anyways, i bought some new tshirts, some new cds, it was the first time in 5 years that i didnt get a horrible sunburn/sunstroke. i think it's because i slathered on sunblock every 2 hours or so, i must be learning. i hear that happens when you get older.
countdown to the move back to london: 3 weeks minus a day.
i'm so fucking excited.
wednesday was my birthday, wasn't really all that exciting, just went out for drinks with a lot of random burlington friends that i could round up at the last minute. some knew eachother, some didnt. it was pretty good. i got rather buzzed but not drunk to the point of vomiting like on my 19th. i realised that i've never had sex on my birthday. decided not to break that tradition this year as the boy of my choice is currently in london (where i am not).
on thursday my ex boyfriend, who i had not been speaking to for about a week decided to call me up to inform me that he had been lying to me for the past 2 years or so. decided that since i was happy and moving on, that he should spill his guts before he leaves for taiwan on monday. apparently he cheated on me while we were together, slept with random girls after we broke up (while he was professing his love for me and me alone and trying to win me back). i told him i hope that he fucks a taiwanese prostitute, gets aids and dies.
sadly, i really don't wish that upon him. i'm seriously considering pawning the ring he gave me. i know it's worth at least 300$ which could buy me some new ink, but i've been told that i'll look at those tattoos for the rest of my life with regret, especially if he ever comes back into my life. i'm quite devastated to find out about the lies/betrayal/etc, and i'm being strong by not calling him today, when i still want to see him before he leaves tomorrow. it sucks.
friday i quit my painting job.
me and my partner pretty much walked off the site at noon, told our boss we were done and that we wanted postdated cheques. apparently that's unprofessional, but frankly i don't give a shit. i worked for the dude for less than 2 months. he can kiss my ass for all i care. i'm going to work for the next 2 weeks for my old college-pro manager from the beggining of the summer, i also still have 2 weeks left working at the bar, and i've already made enough money for me to pay rent/live off of. so the money i make over the next 2 weeks will just be spending money.
saturday (yesterday) was the barrie date of warped tour. it was pretty damn fantastic. aside from the fact that i had no idea that Gatsby's American Dream had dropped off warped completely, i got to see some amazing bands. seeing thursday again just made me want to get my thursday dove tattoos so damned badly. unfortunately, i want them on my shoulder blades which is difficult to hide from my parents when i'm home. on the bright side, as of september i plan on never returning home again to live (just to visit) but still, i take showers on visits, so it's tricky. i still plan on getting some piano keys this fall though. anyways, i bought some new tshirts, some new cds, it was the first time in 5 years that i didnt get a horrible sunburn/sunstroke. i think it's because i slathered on sunblock every 2 hours or so, i must be learning. i hear that happens when you get older.
countdown to the move back to london: 3 weeks minus a day.
i'm so fucking excited.
hypercrew:
Okay neighbors from the North. In one week I'm travelling to Dorset, specifically Lake Kawagama for days on end of mountain biking. What else is there to do? If nothing, I'll just keep pedaling.
hypercrew:
Evidently, huge, but a couple people knew, it seems pretty stuck in the middle of nowhere.