Well, for all the dislike I get from Ian (and possibly Peggy), I know that at least half the bosses still appear to like me. But then again, I cannot recall how Stephen treated Tim in his last days. I don't recall him being friendly to Tim all that often. And I did get rehired. I do have a feeling Ian has got it out for me; I think it is rather (what's the word? I'm thinking porr judgement; bad managerial skills; inexperience in staff-based workplaces) counter-productive to go around asking other staff members what I am up to. He's either scared of me or being cheap and actually got it out for me.

I've got some career things to think about. I found an opening that I am really suited for at a really great workplace. I'll need to apply within two weeks. But in those two weeks I also have to sort out the finances of school and such. The job is full time (but it's at a school), and I can apply there, but not while I am in school. I cannot just pay $400 for a couple of courses to drop them for a job, can I? See, if I decide that I am done for the summer (last half of the semester I barely scraped out with a B average), then I can apply for the job. If I get it, then I am out of day school (I can still take evening classes without much trouble) for a while, while I work for another school. If I don't get it, I just go back in the fall--nothing gained, nothing lossed. The job is really cool sounding and I am definitely qualified, but do I want to take up full-time work? It will help out the finances for when Grae goes back to school, for certain. Kind of torn. Practically, both options are sound, and both will make me equally pleased (maybe being in school a bit more, but its costs definitely take it down a bit).

Ah, so I finished Harry Potter 5. I think my favourite one is still the Goblet of Fire. So, Grae's next; then Erin wants to read it; and Rachael said she'd take them on for it. Grae's a quick reader, as is Rachael, so I may just bump Erin to the end of the line to make sure everyone gets a chance to read it (this year... although, admittedly I'm not sure what kind of reader Erin is).

Lots of things on my mind and falling asleep has never* been harder as of late. So tired and yet I can't put myself to sleep before 3am. School, work, relationships, Harry Potter (I think that is what I like about the books is that you genuinely feel like Harry's problems are sincere and should be fretted over), money, and everything* in between.

I NEED A NEW BOOK. I think I might pick up one of the many that I have started and lost heart with soon after getting past the half-way mark. Or I could finally do my course readings from last session.

* I lie.

Drinking around town on Monday night.

We're going to be meeting up with some friends at around 9pm at the Granville Room and the invitation is to be extended to everyone. If you're available for a night on the town (Tuesday is a holiday, just to remind you) drop me an email (or call or run into me around town).

I say meet up time is 7:30pm at the Clubhouse before heading down.

Friday Audio Day
Idlewild's Roseability.

Looks like I am going to get canned. Anyone know where is hiring?

It'll be a good change for me, I think. I am kind of tired of desk jobs where as soon as there is a lull in paperwork (or they hire one too many people and spread the responsibility thin) and I just end up doing nothing until I am canned.

I got the warning from Peggy today saying she had "told on me" to Ian about my "daydreaming." Oh well, I was just complaining about the segregation levels of my office from the real world. I hated the location. The only thing that was decent about it was the pay (and as of late I have been getting ripped off with a standard check, even though my hours have been varied; working more hours than are credited, but I am too lazy to do the count and confront Ian about it).

But then the finance thing comes up again. I can't apply for a student loan until I do my taxes (I'm three years behind) and I've never done joint taxes before. So I'm going to have to pay an accountant to do it for me. This massive sucks.

I still have my job for one more paycheque (maybe two).

Aside from the telephones that ring and the hum of the fans from a billion CPUs, I feel like I am working in a Chinese rice field. Justin is singing some Chinese song that reminds me of labourers toiling for hours in the hot sun with those hi-hat cymbal shaped hats amongst fields and fields of wet marshy rice lands.

And I realize how quiet and segregated my work is from all other life forms. Have I mentioned that my boss's laugh is reminds me of Woody Woodpecker with a mega-phone and a few octaves lower. And he flicks his head back when he laughs. And you can hear him laugh clearly some three rooms away. I check my email every five minutes on days like this. I filed all of the green folders. I wonder if it is worth it to write down on a timesheet the fact that I wrote up a letter for someone (took me less than a minute; I'm not exaggerating).

I got a new discman yesterday. It's a Sony. I prefer Panasonic, that is for sure, but the Sony has some super cool features like display on the remote (although that is the only display), and rechargeable batteries that look like a couple sticks of Juicy Fruit gum.

I love Punch-Drunk Love (still), and I love that my neighbourhood feels like a neighbourhood. Karen invited me to a dinner thing on Saturday, and I am seriously considering it. I am trying to do a Summer Concert Series in which I attend a bunch of concerts just because I know someone who is going. Although, I am finding money to be getting tighter and tighter. Not certain if I am going to be able to take the second half of the summer semester (I have a week to figure out my finances). So it'll probably be dinner unless Grae wants to pay my way to the show.

Thursday Link Day

I will change the link day to a day more accessible to me. Not that I had any real excuse yesterday.

Gluemeat:
It's comic link week, and I found a few to stick in here.

Todd and Penguin:
I like penguins.

The Chopping Block:
I love the artwork in this one. Reminds me of the now deceased (or at last notice) The Parking Lot is Full.

Jeremy:
I love the little character in this one.

My Comics Page:
Classic comics including Calvin & Hobbes.

Spookyland:
Roman Dirge's site. I haven't had a good look at it because this computer doesn't have macromedia flash (go figure). And now it is out of order Sorry guys.

TV Sitcom Character or Dictator?:
I guessed Nell Carter and it got it. Smooooooth.

9:30pm showing of Punch-Drunk Love at the Clubhouse tomorrow (Thursday) night.

I'm getting to the point of my life where I am tempted to open spam mail because I am lacking outside contact. Maybe it is more the point of my day than life. Either way. I have three hours left of work and it is just slugging by.

I have to reiterate how cool neighbours are. Last night the newly founded Commercial Crew? League? Club? got together and the seven of us watched a movie (I'm counting Bob because, chances are, he spends a lot of time in the Commercial area) at the Clubhouse. This is definitely encouraging me to tidy up the place and keep it clean from now on. Plus I still need to arrange the whole Aidan's birthday thing soon. I don't know who should be invited, though.

Yesterday I realized that I need to do some more walking and less sitting on my ass. Rachael and I attempted the Seawall. We didn't make it very far before I was tired of walking. It's odd, I love hanging out with Rachael, but I can find little to say to her. I am comfortable in silence with her, but at times I wonder if that is a good use of time with her. We haven't spent a lot of time together since we both quit, and we've both been busy with school. I should hope that living in the same neighbourhood should help things along nicely.

This weekend has a couple things on the Saturday. On one hand, I wouldn't mind seeing Strain, on the other, I've been invited to a potluck dinner at Karen's. I have to say that potluck dinners are ingenious. I used to think of them as a place to get rid of your aging Rie Krispies, but now I realize that it's perfect for people who are tired of making meals for one, but live too far away from family to get the whole meal deal without a lot of things going to waste.

I'm back at work today, but I have a feeling my computer use is being monitored, so I think I shall cut this short.

Hello all!

So, I have to say that this is the worst allergy season I have experienced in 25 years on this pollen filled rock. I have been awake since 4am because my allergies would not let me sleep. As I have to work until after 10pm tonight, I am a not-very happy camper.

So last night, I'm browsing through photos from a gothic/fetish fashion show, and suddenly come upon one that several of you may get quite a kick out of...



Hope to actually make it out to see eveybody soon...glad you all had fun at the prom...

Eva

Day of gatherings.

It started off with a simple plan to go to see the Hulk movie (overly advertised and whored out beyond anything I've seen before). Erin and Aidan agreed to go last night. On the way there we ran into Rachael and brought her a long. WE then found Eric only steps later and brought him along for the ride (but because of the late start of the movie, he had to leave the movie early). We ended up as six all in all. Cheap movies are the best.

Having neighbours is the coolest thing in the world. Rachael, Aidan, Karen and Erin all live within walking distance from the rock that is the Clubhouse. I'll have been here for four years in a week's time. The cheap rent sucked me in, the neighbourhood keeps me here.

I started reading Harry Potter 5 (thanks soooo much again, Grae). I finished Ella Minnow Pea (that's an awesome book). I attended a LAN (which drove me crazy; I wanted to play but my mindframe was smashed into tiny bits). I think it is time that I buy BF:1942 and get some practice in. I can play online with Grae if everyone else fails.

We're (and by we, I mean Erin, Grae and I) trying to convince Aidan to have a birthday party July 4, 2003 (that's a friday) at his new place, with crashing space only three blocks away at the Clubhouse. If nothing else, I'll get Erin to make sure Aidan's home that night and we amass here and walk over to "surprise him". Any takers?

I've got to admit, I've been horrible to most everyone and letting people down left right and center. And for that I am sorry. Since the beginning of summer (early May), my world got mentally smashed around a bit (nothing serious at all) and my obligations have been kept in the wind. I've done what I've wanted to and only that; my GPA took a bit of a dive; I got a B+ and a B- in my last two classes lowering it a good .3. On the work scale of things, I've missed 20 hours so far this semester (12 I intend to make up this week with double shifts). Socially, I know I could have done so much more with people, but I've developed one of those weird "they can call me" attitudes that is ever-so unfashionable nowadays. And then when I finally do decide to be social, I go for the last person who did contact me (or whoever Grae's got a hold of). I've had stories to tell (stories that could never grace Last Time), but rarely the person or time to tell it. I should really stop rambling, it's not helping me much.

I had loads to say, but my fingers aren't carrying it to the screen, so this is what you end up with.

[insert teenage goth poerty, reference Kurt Cobain, and the word candle appears no less than twelve times]

I'm going to in the headzone for Radiohead and odds are you are not (unless you are Grae, Alex, or able to convince either of them to give you a ticket).

Many thanks go out to Alex!

I'm going to go lie down some more.

Friday Audio Day
Moxy Fruvous's King of Spain.

Happy song. Sick me.

Saturday July 19th, 2003. 9pm start. Drinking to commence immediately.

This stems from Grae's desire to get a group of drinkers together and crack out the drinking songs. Getting ill is expected and encouraged. And who am I to argue (but I refuse to partake in the vomiting, sorry)?

There are rules and regulations.

1. No driving, no exceptions. If you drive there, you are not driving home until 12 hours after passing out.
2. No sobriety, no exceptions. You must bring alcohol and you must drink to excess.
3. Seriously. NO DRIVING. I will take any car keys and return them the next day to you.

If you have no intent to drink, if you have any concerns or hesitations please do not attend. This is why there are the rules from hell for this night.

Bring what you think you might want to use when passing out for the night (pillows, blankets, jammies, contact solutions, anti-histamines, insulin, teddy bears, etc.).

Thursday Link Day

Snopes:
I post this because not enough people use this resource. The world is a misleading place and Snopes will straighten you out (HINT: Bill Gates will not send you money).

You Must Choose:
Everyday you are faced with decisions. Should you walk or take the bus? Cross the street at Second or cross the street at First? Should you make pie or cake? Should you check your email or your voice mail? Here’s a site that gives you more flavours of choice than you’ll ever need.

Internet Archive: Did someone take down that website you really wanted? Are you getting a 403 Forbidden page and it angers you? Try this out.


http://www.whorepresents.com/, http://www.cumstore.co.uk/, http://www.nice-tits.org/, http://www.gotahoe.com/ and http://www.fag.com/ are all cleaner than an unopened bandage. But the domain names are grossly misleading.

Whhhhhheeeeeeeee! I'm as impatient as they want me. I'm a little bitter that almost half the shows are in Canada and they call it the US tour. Feh. Oh well.

We are now having to do timesheets for the company now. Luckily, I don't think I'll need to write down time spent "filing" if you know what I mean. But then I guess I should file periodically to make it look like I am filing.

Oh and Grae's claim about Krispy Kreme doughnuts being a day old, the box of them didn't last the 24 hours, so he doesn't really know what he is talking about. I am certainly filled up with my share of doughnuts for the next little while, while Grae continues to crave the Krispy Kremers.

I do want to go back to Seattle this summer, so if anyone wants to facilitate a trip down, I'm definitely there, and we will go to Capitol Hill no matter what.

And here: have some pictures, courtesy of Owen's camera:

Mariko & BJ in the living room. You don't realize how blue that room has become until you see pictures. Man, old pictures of the living room look so dark and dingy.
Mariko wore a stunning fuschia (Magenta? Pink?) dress with her $5 tiara from Wonderbucks. That thing was awesome. BJ is wearing a snappy new shirt. BJ started the serious outdoor antics at the Safeway near the bottom of Robson by (I'm not too sure about the details) losing a fight with a soda vending machine and rolling across the sidewalk. I think that encouraged Grae.

Grae doing a quirky face. I seriously think we should have got some boutineers and corsages. Next time. Ha! Grae was possibly the most drunk of the lot. I think he needed that. He suggested that we have a liver destruction party for the second week of July. I'm all for that. I'll be sure to whip up an email about that. Perhaps a tip jar for carpet cleaning might be in order, or make it an outdoor party. In which lawn chairs may be requested. Actually, it would be col if we turned a weekend camping trip into a Fubar camping trip. That'd be cool. Wal-Mart must have cheap chairs...

Rae, I posted this on the TMoL channel and it was asked yet again if you were single. The other comment was that there were a lot of bears. You really did match the room. Sure, the dress has more red in it, but it's almost a camoflauge dress for the living room.

Karin with a menu. On her head. Really. It's on her head. And I swear that it isn't photoshopped. Karin was a blast on Saturday night. Everytime there was an addition to the group (whether it be the bartender/waiter or Tommy & Lindsey--see below) she made it a true adventure. She must truly come out with us more often. And I need to get the cajones she's got. I can't tell if she's just crazy or incredibly confident.

HI BOB! IT'S YOU! Making a quirky face, too! All quirky and stuff! And yet so professional looking.

Grae on a leash. To those at the Prom you understand. To those in absentia, I don't know what to tell you other than there were three collars making their rounds. I think that leash kept Grae from serious harm, as when it was taken off he managed to scratch himself up really badly on a downtown side street shrub.


Yeah. Leashes. Not too sure what to say.


The shirt to the left of this picture is Tommy's. Grae creeped Tommy out by recognizing him. Tommy and Lindsey were lost and we adopted them for about five minutes. And then they ran. And the Karin ran after them. It was funny. But the actually image here is our lady-friend, BJ with his Pina Colada sitting on Owen's lap.

My Turn.


Corinne is totally right about those Krispy Kreme Donuts, they are almost unholy in thier goodness, even over a day later. Their coffee is shit though.


Good Alkaline trio show, depsite the boot to the head and the excessive sweating. I have now determined that I am officially both too tall and too old to go down into 'the pit' for a show like that and still enjoy myself. Matt's voice is starting to go (apparently acid reflex from excessive drinking) and there was some rockstar style posturing, but still, a good show.

Had fun, made some new friends (shout outs to Jym, Andrea, Bryan, Trish, and Cheryl!) got a new Jawbreaker shirt. Not bad for a Monday.

Krispy Kreme doughnuts are the shit. Holy moly, it's all true.

Seattle was a great trip, if a little short and it was good times with Jym and his car load (US Customs & criminal checks, Krispy Kreme drive-thru antics, etc.). The joys of Walkie Talkies were finally realized (and I have a grave fear that I am more conservative than I thought, and not to mention that my group is aging fast).

Things tried and acquired include (but not limited to): Tropical Sprite REMIX (tastes like gummy bears), Pink gummy bears (tastes like bubble gum), Krispy Kreme doughnuts (I may have one to share tonight if anyone wants to come and try one... they were picked up this morning on the way back into Canada--this is provided Grae has not eaten 9 of them today), Wired (tastes like Red Bull only more cough syrup like), Guacamole (I think I am spelling that ALL wrong) chips and Doritos, US Subway, and American Coke (I am convinced it is a different formula in the US, less syrupy).

Sophie: We have got the Zima for you.
Owen: Grae picked something up for you on the way into Seattle (although you may want to share it).
Everyone else: I am not sharing my covetted Cherry Coke. Forget it. Not even you, Grae. Not even you.

Prom was fun. Grae is scarred. Sorry it ended so early, but that's the transit curfew for you. Hope everyone got in all right.

Ikea is still an awesome store.

Paper no. 1 finished.

Ghost World = Good.

Seattle = Tomorrow.

Thanks to Jym for my posters. I'm framing them.

Mariko writes:

hi corinne,

because you asked, the fox and firkin do not have a cover charge, but do serve a large selection of tastee (if not that cheap) pub foods, although food is not required to purchase liquor. however, because of the way they are set up it might be a little cramped for larger groups. parking in the area is generally shitty, especially on weekends. what parking there is to be found is usually paid for through the nose.

see ya at the clubhouse.

~meeko

To avoid high cover charges for mock prom and to allot time for getting drunk on the beach, we're going to a pub in lieu of a club (although, this is up for dispute, because I have no idea what the rest of you are interested in doing).

Fox & Firkin.

I found this one to be nearby a beach and within the city with no (that I can tell) cover charge. If there is a cover, I doubt it will be more than $5 (but I couldn't find any information).

Also named were the Purple Onion, Atlantis, Urban Well (~$10 cover), Lamplighter (~$5 cover) or a restaurant that serves alcohol (they'll make us buy food, where as at a pub they'll make us buy beer).

No matter the destination, the agenda looks like this:

Between 7pm and 8pm (try to get there within the hour or just before) we'll start the cheaper drinking at the Clubhouse.

Around 8pm (probably 8:30pm because someone will no doubtedly be looking for their mascara--I'm looking at you, Duke) we'll head downtown. I haven't asked about transport for the lot of you because I assume you're a responsible bunch, but I think most of us will be taking transit. If you are interested in driving (aka not drinking) drop me a quick email to say how many seats are REMAINING in your vehicle. Don't say four when your date and you're in half of them. I am sure there will be people who are not wanting to take transit AT ALL COSTS that would appreciate the ride. I admit I don't know parking in that area THAT well, but Davie has a lot of side streets to park on.


Questions, COMMENTS (please), email me.

Friday Audio Day
Alkaline Trio's This Could be Love.

This is the prime example of what Alkaline Trio are all about. The car is filling up (two or three more seats are still available in the minivan) for Monday, which will include a trip to the Magical Jack in the Box, Pike Place Market, Singles Going Steady and everyone's favourite Capitol Hill!

Thursday Link Day

Crap. Seriously, why the hell did I pick Thursday to do this?

Satellite View:
Views from heaven?

Ill Will Press:
It looks all Jhonenesque, no?

Portal of Evil:
Because, quite frankly my online linking skills are lame.

Hexxagon:
A game I haven't figured out yet.

Shoes!:
Holy Adidas, Batman!

CBC Concerts:
Archive of live shows.

Exploding Dog:
Because I love Exploding Dog

German Bruce Lee:
It's a toy. But it's a gem of a toy.

Flash Games:
That are cuter than a bundle of kittens.

Mice Mod:
A mod for your mouse.

RADIOHEAD ARE COMING!

There are so many things I haven't written about. There are so many humorous on goings that I haven't found time to write about. There are so many things I need to do. There are so many things I want to do.

"I took her to a supermarket. I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there."

This weekend flew right by me. The weather was gorgeous, the friends were plentiful and the movie was awesome. Friday night was Eddie's grad party thingy. It's so weird that I went to elementary school with that Nick guy. Anyway, that was really cool and I got to see how domesticated Eddie has become (tee hee). It was awesome to watch her fret over a punch bowl. Had a bunch of great discussions with a bunch of people from way back. One guy was from Finland (actually there were two of them there from her pipe band, but I met one guy waaaaaay long ago) that I met at her birthday last year and we had a good chat about stuff. Talked for a long time with Michelle and Eddie and Karen around the kitchen table before the party picked up. Man, that was the most "I'm such a girl" set of discussions I have had ever; and I used to go to pajama parties in high school. Admittedly, it did have me longing for like minded females in my life (something I have long since given up finding). I wish I had a scanner and that picture of Eddie playing the drums at her convocation. Everyone was in their kilts and dress and she was in her graduation gown and cap. It's an awesome picture. She apparently had to call up the pipe band's leader to get the drummers to drum (as opposed to just the pipers playing) so she could drum at her graduation. That is just too cool for words.

On Saturday I slept in like I used to back in the cat-days of yore. Boring shit: I got up around two PM, went onto that wacky chat channel I tend to leave running for about half an hour, got a Dutch birthday greeting from this guy in Holland (he's really funny and makes jokes about him and goats as a child) and a .exe file that was a powerpoint kind of birthday greeting from this kid back east. Swanky stuff. I also heard from my corset-sending friend from back east as well, he's doing all right (I hadn't heard from him in a over a month) and I was pleased to hear that his adoration for a 17 year old server has waned into mutual online steamy talk with a woman his age in Texas. I'm sure you all care, but I write to entertain me! ME DAMMIT! But you have to highlight it to read it, making it somehow more entertaining than it truly is. I then went to Grae's work and picked him up to go to Mike and Angela's (Yay! They've decided to stay there! If you guys need help painting I LOVE PAINTING). Grae bought me a birthday slurpee and we went swimming almost as soon as we go there. Gareth was there already. Karen, Bob, Rachael, Christine, and Cameron all made it out after swimming. It was nice. Mike let me watch The Happiness of the Katakuris which is a musical, occasionally claymated, murder, horror, wacky movie that had similar tones to Shangri-La. The musical scenes were just downright bizarre. As were the claymation bits. As were the scenes where the narrator was present. The narrator is a five year old Japanese girl. The idea is that she is recalling the summer where she realized what makes a family happy while all these people around her are dying at her parents' bed and breakfast in Buttfuck Prefecture, Japan. It was hilarious! After the movie we just sat around and chewed the fat. Mmmm fat until Sean gave Grae and I a ride back to Vancouver and Mike gave Rachael, Bob and Gareth a lift to the Skytrain. It was an early night, and very subdued but I didn't want anything out there as I would rather hold off for next weekend.

Sunday found me over at my parents' house eating lobster for dinner. They were so much fun to play with before dinner when they were alive. I didn't get a chance to bond with them, but it was still entertaining. My mother insisted* on dying my hair with a temporary hair colour to conceal my dramatic "metal-head's girlfriend" roots (according to Grae). It is a lot more red than I would have wanted, but maybe I'll look into getting the medium blonde hair dye next time. The stuff isn't all that harsh to my head and it does take the brutal roots down a notch. The top of my head was really red and the first thing I did when I got home was soak my hair in shampoo. And lots of it. Either way I toned it down enough that no one has mentioned anything (either that or it looks so bad no one wants to say anything, which is quite possible and reasonable). For my dinner, however, my brother's girlfriend invited two of her cousins to my birthday dinner (what the hell!?). I am not adverse to these people I have never met in my life, will never meet again nor even spoke to the enter time (again, an exaggeration). One was a ten year old boy and the other was obviously close with Amber as a friend, but if I wasn't inviting any friends to my family dinner why should my brother's girlfriend? Seriously, Steve and Amber, what were you guys thinking?! I still don't know why they came. I would have rather Steve, Amber and the cousins just not show up if they had already made plans for that night. Lobster dinner is expensive enough as is without having leeches vying for a share. I did get enough, but it wasn't all that fair to my parents (or me, it's my birthday family dinner with strangers) to add extra dishes and mouths for whatever the hell their reasoning was (my mother didn't even know). Watched a lot of TV, which I tend to do over there. Got moolah and movie passes for my birthday (money went to many "pitch in" group dinners and a frying pan).

Monday was all about the sleeping in. Went over to Gareth and Sophie's to watch the predictable ending to the Stanley Cup final game. Hung out with Aidan and Erin there, too. Ordered some Chinese food (I looooove peppery salt tofu) and watched that IQ show. My problem was second guessing myself after the question was taken down. Some of the questions went by too fast and it was hard with Aidan yelling a fit at the TV to concentrate. It was lame. I got a 125 or so (Grae knows and marked mine). My IQ is slipping according to Fox television. By the way, Erin, Aidan: I want those two hours back of my life.

Tuesday was education time again. In my first class we discussed pornography and censorship as a moral issue. I was the only person arguing that porn does not depict women as subservient. I am certain there is porn that does do that, but there is tons of porn that show men as subservient. Sex is often mutually desired in reality (or esle it is coerced or just flat out rape), but it doesn't make for good porn. Girl wants guy, guy wants girl, WHAT WILL HAPPEN IN A PORN!? Whereas if the porn has a reluctant party it creates a tension or, dare I say, "plot" of sorts that is simple enough for a person with all their blood away from their brain to comprehend and follow. And I'll admit that porn is an art form. I say this because those that appreciate art (whether of the painting variety or the musical variety or whatever) often identify with art that stirs emotions, reactions, thought and questions. Who is to say that porn does not do the same? Just because it has become almost formulaic doesn't mean it loses its status as art. In my opinion. I also view porn as something that stirs reactions, emotions, occasionally thought and the industry itself raises questions socially.

After my way too long day at school, I went to go and pick up Hail to the Thief and I like it. Also went to 2 Fast 2 Furious with Owen, Grae, Kat and Chris. It was almost to the level of Vertical Limit in absurdity. And now I'm at work, "slaving away".

Things of note: Wow, you made it to the end of this thing! Amazing. Anyway, Mike emailed me asking about what is going on for Saturday. The Purple Onion seems to be the least offensive of the lot, but as far as I can tell all clubs (including the Purple Onion) are about $7-$10 cover (Fetish Night rings in at $9) and that seems far too expensive to sit in a room for. I mean, we can drink at my place until dawn with no cover, no charge for drinks. I do think that we should go out for a few hours into downtown and act like a bunch of drunken ruckusing teenagers that were are no longer remotely like. Bars are often without cover (although the Blarney Stone is still $7 a person) if anyone wants to go that route, or we can roam the town like a pack of crazy kids for a couple hours and then head back to the clubhouse to change & conclude the night there. I'll have to admit: I have no idea what I am doing; I'm just running with a suggestion and I don't know what you guys visualize (although images of toilet paper and eggs dance in my head). I can't (easily) justify that kind of cash, and neither can 50% of the social group that are broke students, recently unemployed or both. Especially when drinks are on top of that $7 charge. Any thoughts?


*Okay, I'll admit it, I okayed the process, but it was only because she seemed so excited about it.

Mock Prom Info:

Saturday June 14, 2003

7pm, Clubhouse meeting up.
8pm, Clubhouse departure (probably... unlikely)

8:30pm we'll be downtown getting up to various troubles.

Hail to the Thief is mine. All mine.

2 Fast 2 Furious far 2 funny for its own good. Laughed harder than I have ever in my life*. When Tyrese takes off his shirt (not too long into the movie) I erupted into a fit of screaming laughter echoing in the packed theatre. If you ever go to that movie remember that it is a story about two young men’s homosexual adventures and you’ll be set.

I have 6 more classes this semester and then onto the second session. Three papers, two finals and a bunch of homework still left. It’s the equivalent of three weeks left.

*exaggeration.

Clubhouse Cinema Presents:
A double bill of:
Donnie Darko
&
Ghost World
Sunday June 15, 2003
6:30pm

In case you haven't noticed, I've figured out how to make this site more useful to people who just want to know what is going on and get the hell out of here (and avoid reading all the mundane and bizarre ongoings of my life). There is now an event listings section! If you have any upcoming events or things you would like known (and remember if it is posted. chances are you are invited if you know where you're going--if you don't know where you are going you can email me for directions, instructions or contact info for the person actually holding it) just post them on here and give me a day or two to update the side bar. If you have an event and are not a registered writer here you can either email me to request an account, or click on the most recent "Voice in my head" and add there. This is also a calendar for me to not forget events, so if something is missing from my schedule: LET ME KNOW.

Saturday-Monday Movie Day

Out of all the choices, Grae probably wants to see Wrong Turn, as he's been trying to see it for a few weeks now. It's at 1:10pm and I figure we can meet there around 12:30pm. If you show up late there is never much worry about reserving seats. Show up anytime.

It's my birthday. Shhhhhhhh.

Radiohead at Famous Players.

We're seated in an orderly fashion at around 9:15pm. All is on the up and up of all things theatrical. They show a couple of commercials (including the severely overplayed Civic Nation represent ad) on their newest commercialization toy, the digital projector. I'm not caring too greatly about it all because ads are typical for these kinds of things, but recalling from my memory how much Radiohead are against advertisements (thus their last North American tour was limited to places that did not have stadium advertisements) and the theatre blared Radiohead songs over them. Instead Alex and I end up chatting, leaving poor Bob to go to the washroom and then? uh, I don't know exactly what Bob did while Alex and I were talking. THEN THEY PLAYED SOME VIDEOS. Starting off with the unedited version of Paranoid Android, followed by my personal favourite video Street Spirit (Fade Out) followed by There There. As soon as the video started, one of those Famous thing kids turns off the sound to talk about how we should act during the concert. Piss FUCKER. I hadn't seen the video yet and everyone was getting super antsy about her yammering on while this video was silently rocking on in front of us. Sucked. And even when she was done the techies were slow on the audio switching. But then it did come up. Rachael: the video has bunnies. Very much reminded me of Bjork's Human Nature video.

And on with the show. Maybe. Audio is going. Visual is not. Visual is going. Visual is not going. Visual is going. Visual is not going. Visual is going. A couple black outs started the show and seeing as how on the west coast they would have had three different time zones before us to figure it out, but they obviously didn't. Anyway, once that annoyance was done with we watched the show.

I really need to remember that I am a writer and as such should consider bringing a lighted pen and paper. I would have written the set list had I thought of any of these things in advance. I must say that it was good stuff no matter what songs they played. It was definitely a happier Radiohead than I have seen in the past. Admittedly bands get tired on tour and this was an early show in the grand scheme of things, but the band seemed genuinely light-hearted and happy. Musical highlights for me include the third encore's solo song of True Love Waits (I love that song) and a quick half cover of After the Goldrush. That was super cool. It's a song from my childhood that I used to think was the prettiest song ever. I got a mp3 of it a while back, as well as Four Strong Winds, further evidence that my parents actually had an influence on my musical tastes.

Seeing as it is now the end of my work day (they got me cake and a Pooh Balloon? so cute), I am going to call it a day. I'll post tomorrow about Monday Matinee movies.

On Wednesday, my online stalker/friend/confused soul emailed me. Perhaps this is too personal to post, but it's not like I am identified as the person who he was sending this to, nor is he identifiable in any way. I now know his real name, as do a couple of you who read the same forum as I. I'm a little weirded out by all of this, and I don't know how to respond to any of it. I appreciate he's "backed off", but it's still a little disconcerting.

Well, i'm drunk again. go figure ;)

hmm. seems like you're idle on irc. i was thinking about yesterday. i'm not a weak man, nor am i to approach you. i just really like you. i think it's because you're a very kind soul. the kind of soul that makes me weep from my heart. yeah, i watched a movie all by my lonesome. it was a sad movie. i will not confess any sort of love or such for you, because i do not know you, i do not know your touch; i can only imagine how gentle and loving it would be. the loud music and my hard heart also tells me that you'd be someone very lovable to me. you could be dear, but we both know how such things would turn out. i seriously think of you a lot, and since we can't be lovers, i was thinking about me and my friend michele. i want to be close friends to you. perhaps you could help me and my lonely heart. i've been a very evil person. i've known evil for a long time. i've also tasted the fruits of such. i am wanting to redeem my soul these days. your soul is so beautiful. i know i'm not worthy of any such thing, and ... ... well
i feel like saying "i love you", but i know better. i... feel this bond with you, however.
i feel we have had similar encounters, and i feel we have a lot in common. that's why i think of you so often. you may have felt a little in the irc chat room, but i believe you to be a soul with qualities of beauty. do not think that i'm coming on to you. the only thing i'd want out of sex is to see your face in pure extacy, but i know i cannot provide that. i'm very open hearted as well though, and i wish to provide you the feeling of comfort. i understand a lot of pain; i have had much of it in my own life. i wish to make others feel comfortable and loved, and that's what i feel you are somewhat doing. so...


..
..
i reiterate on how beautiful you are. don't discount me because i'm drunk. no... that's a poor man's excuse. these are my truest feelings, and i kinda have to be drunk to tell you this bluntly. this is my own defense mechanism. when i am sober, i have many filters and interpretations. this is me in a much raw-er form. the only way you can go pure feelings is if i was truly drunk, and as you know, us Asians* hide ourselves under a complexity of understanding and love. or at least, you and i. i will not try to make you love me, but you have already granted me with feelings of understanding. i wish to return these feelings, but i'm not exactly sure how, except say "me too". therefore. you understand through your research and personal experience. that's why i associate with suzuki david so much. hopefully you'll understand a little more about me. please don't laugh,... well.... i know you won't you're the kind of beauty that tries to feel the empathy of everything, i know that feeling. drink with me and feel good. that is my goal. to make you feel good. lying won't make you feel good, and lying will be found out. so, please trust me as i trust you. don't try and love me like a lover; we've had this discussion yesterday. you are a beautiful person, [Corinne's screen name goes here]. I... was just thinking that if I could tell you that, then maybe you'd feel that about yourself too. believe in yourself, cause i do.

your semi-forced friend, [Sender's screen name]. ;P

And he sends me another.

i read what i have wrote, and i sing the same song over and over. well. i just want you to think of me as someone different. i think... that is what i wanted you to feel me as. i think you have, too. you have opened yourself pretty wide to me. i could stab you in delecate places, places which i have assumed to be so. i'm not like that anymore. but you realize how strongly i feel about people in general? i... trust you. that is what i think i'm trying to say. i could never be gay because i don't trust another man, and i don't blame you if you have the same philosophy. in fact, you could indeed be another man. but i think you are the compassionate feminine side which i lack so greatly. i... see...
i really want to complete myself. i've had my manly aspects, and for a while, i've been introduced to the feminine aspects. i'm not using you per se. i just want to understand the feminine side of me. i want to be complete, and non-sexual. do you understand my reluctance for sex now? i just want to know how to complete myself in such a way where i can understand you both? it's a little annoying, yes, but i don't care about trivialities. i wish to complete myself, and understand my whole. that' is my goal for being complete. it's a little crazy, yes, but you understand? =P

Any takers as to what I should say to this guy, because right now silence is my best friend.

Friday Audio Day
Moral Straightjacket by Farside. It's more upbeat.

Grae made me a mixed tape many many years ago with this as one of the tracks on it. I thought it was supercool. The opening lines were "It's getting late. I know that you're in your bed/And as much as I would like to join you/I'll be staying home instead." which at the time made me all blushy and stuff at 17 years old (guh... that was a long time ago). The tape became overplayed, and with cassette tapes that get over played, the sound broke down to almost an underwater quality, and admittedly it was worse for my favourite songs that I would rewind to hear again if I had gotten distracted (which I often mentally am). Fast forward five or so years. Situations blazing left right and centre in my life, problems here, activities there, adventures all over the place, and this song shed a lot of light on another's possible perceptions of one of the many situations. It actually fell back in my lap in the other's presence at a time when it was most needed, least expected.

I'm sorry for the vagueness, but those that know, will hear the song, know the time and know its entirety.

Fast forward two years, this song now holds so many intense emotions for me many of them "first" feelings, and has a great feeling of resistance of temptations--something our youth commands of us that our age denies us.

CONFESSIONS OF A RUM-ADDLED MIND, Issue 6b
(summer rants, rev. 2)

1. Whoever wrote this blog script is an incompetent hack and if you're reading this, try taking a few CMPT courses at an accredited college. I lost another post that was "successfully published", issue 6. As such I will post a fast, sloppy abridged version now.

2. Hotter outside than in, thank god for mazda a/c, mercy on my apartment.

3. Chinatown nightmarket opened on May 30th...fri/sat/sun 6:00pm-midn. Pender between main and gore.

4. Richmond nightmarket opens tonight. fri/sat/sun 6:00pm-midn. New venue: bridgepoint mall at the northmost point of no. 3 road. I think it's 8811 River rd, new site of the GC Casino (behind the construction). Limited parking...shuttle leaves garden city + cambie.

5. Don't care about numbers on Saturday...want to know how to arrange seating...tore apart apartment...earlybirds bring bathing suit maybe towel...I have 4 tennis rackets (2 pro, 2 kiddie).

6. Movies by Takashi are; (fast, fast summaries)
a) Audition: man seek young wife, find evil dominatrix
b) Dead or alive: two guys try kill each other elaborately
c) Fudoh: school kids avenge death by kill yakuza assassin family
d) Happiness of katakuri: family run bed and breakfast, guy commits suicide, sumo dies making love, bodies buried
e) Visitor Q: guy make documentary about violence and sex among youth using dysfunctional family

DONE! (80s flat!)

Even the bees are romancing me

Getting up really early after staying up really late to do homework isn't easy. I woke up either which way and as soon as I stepped outside I found something I've been missing for about 8 months. No, no, no--it's not my sanity. I found SUMMER! Very pleasant at 7am in my schoolgirl outfit. I have to catch my school bus on Powell, aka protitution row, which is generally empty at that time of the day so it rarely phases me. Anyway, every other trucker eyed the schoolgirl at the bus stop (kind of traumatic, actually), but what traumatized me the most was that a bee fell in love with my vanilla scent and red sweater vest. I realize that I am not afraid of bees, per se, but I will admit that I am not comfortable around them, nor am I comfortable swatting them. Childhood trauma of stepping on 7 bees in one day. You would think that would make me immune to the bee sting trama, but no, it seems to only have gotten worse over the years.

Then came the school part. Damn, school is boring in the summer. And terrible. I got my mid-term that I didn't really study for back. I got 65% (after the entire class got a bump with an extra mark, so really it was more like 62%) on something I genuinely expected to fail. All the questions were from the text book (which is painful to read at the best of times) and a few were loosely tied to the lectures. It kind of pissed me off that I was wasting 8 hours in a room a week listening to this pansy of an instructor talk about things that I could easily read at home in a third of the time. And probably make better sense and notes. And not have to deal with the two people who really like hearing their voices (ohhh the one girl was bad today). And spend more time in the sunshine. I hate intro anything now. I feel like I could infer most of these thing sfrom a higher level class rather than taking an intro and having two hours spent on the ecplaination that the House of Commons is elected and the Senate is appointed. For fuck's sake. Sorry about the language, I'm just frustrated with how he told us to study and then made all the lectures absolutely useless. The class is all about memorizing the text book and reguritating it back rather than learning about the sublect and relaying in back in our own words.

And philosophy is so not my thing. Or at least the regurgitation of Kant's catagorical imperative (blah blah blah).

After class I fell really sick on the bus. Over heated from this cruel summer we got hit with this afternoon (I admit it, it's a double-edged sword, I love it, I hate it) and ended up at work to rinse myself off with water and fill a bottle full of water. A bit of a detour, but necessary. I hadn't felt that sick in so long (instantly... I've been sicker recently).

I went to see Finding Nemo last night. Although one should not compare two "unlike" movies when reviewing, but Monsters Inc. was so much better, so much darker, so much more appealing. Finding Nemo definitely had its moments, and I really enjoyed it, but Monsters Inc. was so much more. There were no characters that irritated me in Monsters Inc., and as hard as I tried, I could not transpose the idoicy of Dorie (Dory?) under an image of G.I.R. like I was able to for Cowboy Bebop. Ellen Degeneres is evident as Ellen Degeneres. I think animation studios are better off getting no-namers to do character voices rather than big-named stars (I'm looking at you Disney's Sinbad).

Also to be included in my movie review section (really great reviews, huh?) is Identity. SPOILERS: You cheeky little curious bastard! You're going to ruin the movie! I am serious, if I said anything (including saying nothing or saying that I should say nothing or saying that I said nothing about saying anything) the movie would be spoiled. I guess I could theoretically comment on the acting. The big fat guy did a great job at looking crazy. And "I LIEK KAVINE SPASSEYY!11!111" A strong cast with some shitty dialogue once in a while. There were some strong plot twists and some seriously weak ones. Admittedly, I do like the thriller-thinking movies as of the past few years. In one way they have a reviewability, but that reviewability only lasts two extra views at most. You so want to read that, don't you? [laughing maniacly!]

So far for my birthday I got the Animatrix DVD and $50. I like munny. It's been a decent birthday so far, and I still have a frying pan to look forward to from my parents. I don't know if they'll get it for me, but it was my only request because I'm weird like that.

I had other stuff to say, but I need a shower a nap and travel time to watch the Radiohead concert at the movie theatre (that's weird, it really is). I'll post the Friday MP3 when I get in and will try to write a review about the Radiohead thingy tomorrow. But whenever I say I'm going to do something it fails miserably. Like that Ozzy review? Let's just say "he's old" and say I'm squared up for the review I promised.

Edit: Quite frankly, the ads on this thing are starting to make me feel uncomfortable. What the hell is up with the "Hotel near Cap College" ad? Did I mention Cap anywhere on this page?!

Thursday Link Day

Crap. I nearly forgot about this. Why the hell did I pick Thursday to do this?

Happy Puppy:
Happy Puppy! What the hell do you think it is? Okay, I'll tell you: it's a games site.

Flash Chess:
Staying with the games theme...

Bob the Angry Flower:
Another comic available online.

Daily Show Clips:
Honestly, what would you expect from something I described as "Daily Show Clips?" Click it if you like the Daily Show.

Free Email!:
I'm not tired or short of links this week. Nooooooo....

Not at All:
Don't look at me like that.

Associated Press's The Wire:
News. Serious news. And lots of it.

Newspapers!:
Local papers, to be sure.

Wednesday Math Day

One Oh Nine (109):
My extension at work.

Three (3):
How many different extensions I've had here. Also acceptable is the number of days until my birthday.

Twenty-four (24):
How old I'll be.

Eighteen (18):
The youngest age guessed for how old I'll be turning (so far).

Five (5):
The number of Takashi movies to pick from for Saturday night.

Okay, I'm bored with this.

As I said, Saturday June 7th would be a quiet movie night; Mike has offered his extensive library and home theatre to the occasion. So it's been moved to Coquitlam at Mike's place. I know a lot of you are unavailable or out of town or otherwise busy, but that should work out perfectly because Mike was muttering something about keeping the numbers down. Ideally, I would love to do a Takashi Miike-a-thon movie run, but Mike has so many movies that we'll probably do a couple Takashis and see from there. I was thinking 7:30pm we can all meet up there. I'll try to be early. If you are thinking you may come drop me a line so I can get back to Mike about the interest levels.

Mock prom still looks like it's going ahead as planned on the 14th.

The Night Market has started and a few of us were thinking of going down on Friday June 13th (FRIDAY THE 13th!) grabbing dinner at the No. 9 and some bubble tea afterwards. Gimme a heads up if you're interested.

Other events this coming June involve going to 2 Fast 2 Furious on June 10th (to pay cheaper prices, same movie), still in Burnaby.

I haven't heard back from any of you about going to Seattle for the day on June 16th (Monday) and seeing Alkaline Trio in the evening. Tickets are still available online.

Starting this month will also be Monday Matinee Madness, as a lot of us seem to have fallen into having Mondays (or more) off of work or school. Tinseltown shows first run (and sometimes really obscure awesome) movies for $4.75 for the first show of the day on Mondays. I'll try to update on Saturdays what movie we will watch that Monday.

Wednesday nights is the SFU film society's screening of free movies. I'm going to try to make the 7pm shows more often, and occasionally the 4:30pm showings (as the early show limits my opportunities to have lunch with my brother). The film society's website has all the details, in case you haven't been harassed by them already.

I think that is all I can think of and I hope that covers all the events for the next month. I'll keep you posted on other events, sure enough.

Edit: the film society has had to discontinue their practice; if you are interested in any attending movies for free email me.

This Saturday, for the remaining in-towners, not-busiers, nothing-better-to-dos, the birthday movie plans are in Coquitlam at Mike's sometime around 7pm for a Miike Takashi marathon. I want to start with Visitor Q and deteriorate from there.

Numbers are limited, so email me if you're interested. In fact, I'll email you and if you don't get an email it means I hate you and I don't want you to come. Or I forgot to email you. Or something.

Or I know you are not available.

Hi, I am terribly sorry for only writing once, but I have a good excuse, wanna hear it? Okay, well, at home I only have ancient dial-up internet which is so slow that I never use it. So, I check my mail at work, but I'm not really supposed to so I just do it really quickly. We only have one computer with access to internet and the salespeople need it for work-related stuff. So, anypoo, that's my big excuse for never writing. But I have taken some time out of my lunch to update you on what's happening in my usually never interesting life.

Tomorrow I graduate from SFU! It's about flipping time. I can't wait, but it's been a bit of a stress leading up. I recently found out that drummers were not going to be included in the pipe band, (for no apparent reason, except to piss me off), so I contacted the pipe sergeant and got mad and then I begged, saying I have been dreaming of playing the drum in my regalia since forever, and you can't do this to me!! So he said, if i want to invite drummers, i could. so i did and everything's ok. sorry, i'm losing my capitalization ability.

Next, my band just completed recording an album. It was such hard work!! Definitely a one time deal, that i would not really want to go through again. but it was fun, and the final product should be pretty cool. (Everyone, join in and support your local pipe band by purchasing our cd!!) haha.

So i'm missing pitt meadows day for the umpteenth year in a row because of bellingham highland games, our first competition of the year. unfortunately this means i will also be missing beanie's birthday party!! pooey.

corinne, i'm in on the camping this year! by the way, sorry to hear about the waking up bleeding thing, that's not cool. i hope everthing's ok. and for popcorn sakes, tame down the drinking!!!! my goodness...

so other than all that, nothing else is new. still with nick, that's all super duper. work is fine. spirit's getting old.

all right, i'll leave it there, BYE!! eddie

Oh heaven help us all, I think this must be a sign of the apocalypse :

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The knowledge of this trend was brought to you by the good folks at "Something Positive" :

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Have a nice day!

Eva

Now that I am healed from Saturday night I'll post this.

Here's the lead up: I am on an online forum, which has an irc channel (or did). I generally leave that running in the background, because there is often some really funny stuff that goes on there, and it's fairly exclusive. It's mostly regulars on the forum that feel comfortable going to chat, so it tends to be a lot more relaxed. More personal than the forum, where personal life stuff tends to get ridiculed. Anyway, about five months or so ago this guy joined the forum and was a little off. Not much more off than other who have joined since and or before him. Like most people there, I am neither attached nor detached. A couple times he's posted weird posts like I <3 [Corinne's screen name goes here] and then rants about how everyone is a fool for not loving me or something to that effect. Strange stuff. Anyway periodically on chat he'd go into this briefly while I would be on, and I just said that while I appreciate the sentiments, I just don't see where this affection is warranted. Very forward about his affections for me. (as a note: I do keep my relationships by and large of the internet if you haven't noticed). I just told him I had no response to give him about any of it. It was a tad intimidating. I've never seen him before in any shape or form, but feel secure knowing he lives back east and has not transportation.

So I left on this irc channel thing while at work, and eventually at Kev's place. I didn't get a chance to see anything until about noon on Sunday, but there were two windows of private messages from him.

[18:22] -Sender- hey you
[18:22] -Sender- i love the way you speak
[18:22] -Sender- and how you act
[18:22] -Sender- so.
[18:22] -Sender- understand me a little (which i'm sure you do)
[18:23] -Sender- <3 u is pretty true! ;)
[18:38] -Sender- hey, you! come on me! i want to taste love!!!!
[18:38] -Sender- =D
[21:58] -Sender- yeah. don't listen to them. you're goddamned beautiful. if you feel good cumming, then i'd be most honored to make you so ;)
[21:58] -Sender- uh, you're loving too.
[21:58] -Sender- amazing
[21:58] -Sender- i wish i could make you cum all the time ;)
[21:59] -Sender- but i'm a bit of a selfish man ;)
[22:06] -Sender- [Corinne's screen name goes here]
[22:06] -Sender- ...
[22:06] -Sender- i'm sure i've told you before
[22:06] -Sender- but, just to reiterate ;)
[22:06] -Sender- 1.) you're beautiful.
[22:06] -Sender- 2.) i want to fuck your brains out ;)
[22:07] -Sender- 3.) i want to fuck your brains out. oh... into my head. =D
[22:07] -Sender- i really wish i could make you come =\
[22:07] -Sender- *nod* i know i cant. it'll be like a meteor shower, though? something beautiful to watch? ;) ;)
[22:08] -Sender- cuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!
[22:08] -Sender- cumcumcum
[22:08] -Sender- if i have a car, i'll lick you off. more than off, maybe.
[22:08] -Sender- cumcumcum =)
[22:13] -Sender- also. don't ever discount your beautiful self ;)
[22:14] -Sender- if anyone is to be able to hate themselves, it its me ;) shhh!!!
[22:14] -Sender- aka. love you. don't hate me =)
[22:17] -Sender- hey you
[22:19] -Sender- if you don't come, at least come once for me. i can only imagine your twisted face full of pleasure and pain. i can only imagine tasting you. i can imagine only what you are full of like, loving and caring.
[22:19] -Sender- i know your words aren't for me
[22:25] -Sender- i bet your look humble in the splendor of an orgasm ;)
[22:27] -Sender- i.. wish i could taste what your come is like
[22:27] -Sender- i'm sure it is as sweet as nectar in an orchard.
[22:28] -Sender- it is a shame that i cannot taste you as such a mature and beautiful fruit.
[22:28] -Sender- everyone wants you as a prize, huh
[22:28] -Sender- oh well.
[22:28] -Sender- i just want your taste, once.
[22:28] -Sender- ...
[22:28] -Sender- you know how i feel about you
[22:29] -Sender- i hope you can make some beautiful masturbation scenes
[22:29] -Sender- since i cant be there and all
[22:29] -Sender- but ... i just wanted you know know my feelings towards you, huh? ;)
[22:29] -Sender- take care, and feel good. i wish for your taste.
[22:29] -Sender- [Sender's screen name goes here]
[22:35] -Sender- rofl
[22:35] -Sender- cum!
[22:35] -Sender- cum!
[22:35] -Sender- cum!
[22:35] -Sender- cum!
[22:36] -Sender- let me taste you!
[22:36] -Sender- cum!
[22:36] -Sender- cum!
[22:36] -Sender- cum!
[22:36] -Sender- cum!

Thought you guys would like a taste of the internet.

There must be a keyword search for ads. What an amazing program.

It reads: Stop Drinking Now. – www.bottlehopper.com
Skid row bum to millionaire. Recovered alcoholic tells story.

Crazy.

I’ll post my Ozzy review (again... it got deleted) later when I am not doing a lot of homework.

And this afternoon blogger hasn't been working all too well.

The Weekend in Review:


Friday:

I worked late Friday and sold little. It was very slow at work. I also found out that since my computer department is fusing with the Personal Electornics department, that I will be losing a huge chunk of my base salary, relying on the higher profitablilty of P.E. to make up the difference. However I did calculations and found that if I were to have had the exact same month as I did this month under the new salary structure, I would make nearly $300 less, and Tim would make over $300 less than he otherwise would have. Also, even if we were to have been paid entirely in P.E.
and none in computers we still would have made less. Fuckers.

After work I was supposed to go to a movie with a friend who will remain unnamed. Once again, I got the shaft and it was cancelled last minute. "Her boyfriend wasn't into seeing a movie." Honestly, I have no idea why I try sometimes. Henceforth only minimal effort will be put into that relationship, since it is obvious that no effort I give will be reciprocated.

Saturday:

Worked during the day, and found out that Conan's going away party was at the same time as my friend's Keg Party: That very night. Work sucked.

Got a lift from my man Nate, in his kick-ass truck of doom, to the party.

It was a wicked kegger, I got right drunk. And then the bong was passed around a bit. Yikes. So I was talking to a group of people when Bob approaches me and says that my presence was needed.. I follow him to the washroom were I find Corinne passed out in Rachael's arms on the bathroom floor. It was a little too much for my current state I must say, and Rachael gave me the most disapproving motherly look. Eventually we get Corinne upstairs, but thats when she started puking (well more like spitting and foaming as she hadn't eaten in a whole day). I watch her making sure she doesn't fall back onto her back and choke to death, but eventually start puking as well. (I probably wouldn't have if it weren't for a 1/2 hour of watching Corinne do it, an exerting much effort in getting her up to the bucket.) We almost took her to the hospital (much props to Gareth and Mike for your help) but at the last minute she showed positive signs (as you can read in her post).

Good Times.

Sunday.

Slept in and answered many calls concerning Corinne's well-being. As Andrew called in sick Corinne and I went to Ozzy Osbourne. Definately the most metal show I have ever been too. Voivod was awful, except the epic last song. Finger Eleven was great, lots of stage energy (their guitarist jumped more than any guitarist I have ever seen...), pretty good songs, but the crowd were there to see Ozzy. And Ozzy, well he's old. He shuffled across the stage like an old geezer, and yelled "I can't fucking hear you" over and over again. He was backed by some awseome musicians (including former Metallica, and current Voivod bassist Jason Newstead) and played alot of recognizable tracks. There were a few Black Sabbath tracks played which really was all I was was there for. (He played Paranoid as the last song of the encore). It was fun, what with the box seats, the free food, free beer and all.

I am alive.

And despite possible rumours that I was shipped to the hospital last night, they were just plans that I managed to protest at the 11th hour. The clincher was apparently when Gareth said that the hospital will "only" pump my stomach and give me an IV. An IV. I remembered that Duke's car was really warm and that made me feel better. I remember a few things from last night, and for those that heard me state I was scared, it was for a couple reasons. The second one was that I have never felt so close to death before. That was just brutal feeling. I really just wanted to vomit laying on my back to get rid of the feeling and be done with it (I was drunk, this is my mentality while drunk). The first one was situational outside of the alcohol that I shouldn't have mentioned at all because it was obviously just paranoia.

Let's see. Thanks to Kev for hosting the shindig, despite my appearences by the end of the night I had fun. Thanks to Mike for remaining sober and helping with the carrying duties which he shared with... And thanks to Gareth, the goading guy he is, for packing my incapacitated ass around and keeping an eye out on me with Grae. Although Grae was quite incapacitated as well. He told me that when Rachael (who found me in the bathroom) went to get him for help with me he just stared blankly at her. He said she gave him a look to the effect of "what a useless child." We made quite the pair.

This is going to be gross, so it's a mouse-highlighting section: I woke up at 8am this morning and realized I had vomit in my hair that made it crusty at the ends. That was the down side. The upside was that it was only beer and maybe a little stomach acid. And beer is good for your hair.

The first thing I had in my stomach since last night was 7up which I burped for about 30 seconds straight gasping for air inbetween trying to tell Grae that the 7up was a bad idea. I looked like I was going to be sick again. But I've put a couple things in my stomach and it's all better.

So I've taken a vow of cutting back my drinking for a while. I may switch to something else for a while, but I can't keep destroying myself with alcohol much more. I used to be an annual kind of blitz-drinker, and I've hit three so far this year. And June just started. With one more party that is scheduled, I think I'll play sober hostess for the rest of the year. Start rebuilding my brain cells.