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Sunday, June 22, 2003
:: Classic Times ::
"So, she was hitting back with both rockets eh?" - My dad, after Jeremy and me tried to describe this girl we both knew who was, shall we say, well endowed. My dad rules.
"I'm in the nine year program and I might take the next year off." - Chris, talking about his approach to school.
We had quite the shaker last night at my place. What started out as me, Ian, Sean and Jeremy drinking in my backyard soon turned into a medium sized gathering with people I'd never met (Nathan Pink), people I hadn't seen in a long time (Katie) and people I see far too much of (Ian, Chris, Jeremy). It was a fun night and I wish I could remember half of the wickid quotes that were flying around, but I just can't. Sorry. But I do remember hitting Ian right in the face with a cell phone. It was fuckin' sweet.
Probably the highlight of the night.
"So, she was hitting back with both rockets eh?" - My dad, after Jeremy and me tried to describe this girl we both knew who was, shall we say, well endowed. My dad rules.
"I'm in the nine year program and I might take the next year off." - Chris, talking about his approach to school.
We had quite the shaker last night at my place. What started out as me, Ian, Sean and Jeremy drinking in my backyard soon turned into a medium sized gathering with people I'd never met (Nathan Pink), people I hadn't seen in a long time (Katie) and people I see far too much of (Ian, Chris, Jeremy). It was a fun night and I wish I could remember half of the wickid quotes that were flying around, but I just can't. Sorry. But I do remember hitting Ian right in the face with a cell phone. It was fuckin' sweet.
Probably the highlight of the night.
Thursday, June 19, 2003
I've created another new blog, this one about JobHunt 2003 that just never seems to end.
Job Hunt 2003
Also, I'm copying an idea from some random blog I read and have added a feature called "99 Things about Me". The link is on the left. Check it out.
Job Hunt 2003
Also, I'm copying an idea from some random blog I read and have added a feature called "99 Things about Me". The link is on the left. Check it out.
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
Well, it may be a few days late but Ian and I decided that some of his antics from the weekend should be preserved in blog-form. So here goes...
So on Saturday night we went out drinking. Having been 19 for less than a week, it was Ian's first trip to Roosters. The night was good, but unfortunately Chris couldn't come with us because he's not 19 yet, and we all felt bad he couldn't come. Around midnight, after many beers, Ian mumbles and slurs this to me as he looks around at the (many) hot girls at the bar.
"You know what? There might be a lot of boobs here, but I'd still rather hang out with Chris. That might make me sound queer, but it's the truth."
Then later on, a waitress picked up a condom (in the package still) that someone had dropped on the floor. She tossed it on the table in front of Ian, laughed, and said "You must've dropped this." Ian, looked at it for a second, waved it in front of the waitress and, pulling this gem of a pick-up line from his arsenal, propositioned the waitress:
Ian: So, you wanna join me?
Waitress: Only if my husband can come too.
Ian: Sure, why not. He can come!
Smooth Ian. Real smooth.
Then on the drive home Ian continued his drunken rambling. We were going to quickly meet up with Chris, Sean and Pat, just to say hi, and for some reason, Ian couldn't have been more excited. He kept talking about "classic times" we'd had with our crew of friends. And he wasn't only talking about good times from the past, he was excited about the "future classic times" that apparently have yet to come.
From the time I met Ian when he was about 6 until the time he was 17 he was the quietest, shyest kid I knew. But get a little booze in him and he's a changed man. And without him, our drunken-escapades wouldn't be nearly as amusing.
We're laughing with you Ian, not at you. Honest.*
*We actually are laughing at you.
So on Saturday night we went out drinking. Having been 19 for less than a week, it was Ian's first trip to Roosters. The night was good, but unfortunately Chris couldn't come with us because he's not 19 yet, and we all felt bad he couldn't come. Around midnight, after many beers, Ian mumbles and slurs this to me as he looks around at the (many) hot girls at the bar.
Then later on, a waitress picked up a condom (in the package still) that someone had dropped on the floor. She tossed it on the table in front of Ian, laughed, and said "You must've dropped this." Ian, looked at it for a second, waved it in front of the waitress and, pulling this gem of a pick-up line from his arsenal, propositioned the waitress:
Ian: So, you wanna join me?
Waitress: Only if my husband can come too.
Ian: Sure, why not. He can come!
Smooth Ian. Real smooth.
Then on the drive home Ian continued his drunken rambling. We were going to quickly meet up with Chris, Sean and Pat, just to say hi, and for some reason, Ian couldn't have been more excited. He kept talking about "classic times" we'd had with our crew of friends. And he wasn't only talking about good times from the past, he was excited about the "future classic times" that apparently have yet to come.
From the time I met Ian when he was about 6 until the time he was 17 he was the quietest, shyest kid I knew. But get a little booze in him and he's a changed man. And without him, our drunken-escapades wouldn't be nearly as amusing.
We're laughing with you Ian, not at you. Honest.*
*We actually are laughing at you.
Sunday, June 15, 2003
"We have Bachelor degree's, you'd think we could put ourselves in alphabetical order." - Leigh Ford, as we got ready to walk out into Sport Mart Place for the grad ceremony.
"This is just like sitting through one of Maxine's classes." - Leigh Ford again, about halfway through the three hour ceremony.
"This is just like sitting through one of Maxine's classes." - Leigh Ford again, about halfway through the three hour ceremony.
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Well people, if you didn't know it before then let it be said now: Ian Forbes can drink. A lot. Really, it's fucking impressive. We started off the night with Ian saying something like "I'll get kind of drunk, but not can't-walk-on-my-own drunk because I have to work tomorrow morning. We'll save that for the weekend." Well, Ian's original drinking plan went right out the fuckin' window, because as I write this, Ian is more drunk than I've seen him in a long time - and even though he's only been 19 for a day, he's handling it like a veteran.
Tonight me, Chris, Ian, Sean, Jeremy, Mike, Danny, Amanda, Pat and Ivan went to Shark's Club to drink, and since it was his birthday and all, we felt it was our obligation to get Ian trashed. It's about midnight right now, and I've been gone from the bar for about 20 minutes. Ian is still there, drinking. When I left he'd had close to 20 shots - mostly tequila or 151, not to mention a whole lot of beer. And he's still standing, although he lost his ability to talk coherently about an hour ago. Case in point, the following conversation after Pat bought some cheesy bread so Ian could get some food in his stomach to go along with the booze:
Pat: Hey Ian, did you get some of that cheesy bread?
Ian: Oh yeah? When's that coming?
Pat: It's already been here dude. It's gone now.
Ian: Oh, shit. What was on it?
Pat: I don't know, cheese and garlic and stuff.
Ian: So it was good cheescake?
I'm supposed to pick Ian up for work tomorrow morning at 7:30. If he is there I will be impressed.
Tonight me, Chris, Ian, Sean, Jeremy, Mike, Danny, Amanda, Pat and Ivan went to Shark's Club to drink, and since it was his birthday and all, we felt it was our obligation to get Ian trashed. It's about midnight right now, and I've been gone from the bar for about 20 minutes. Ian is still there, drinking. When I left he'd had close to 20 shots - mostly tequila or 151, not to mention a whole lot of beer. And he's still standing, although he lost his ability to talk coherently about an hour ago. Case in point, the following conversation after Pat bought some cheesy bread so Ian could get some food in his stomach to go along with the booze:
Pat: Hey Ian, did you get some of that cheesy bread?
Ian: Oh yeah? When's that coming?
Pat: It's already been here dude. It's gone now.
Ian: Oh, shit. What was on it?
Pat: I don't know, cheese and garlic and stuff.
Ian: So it was good cheescake?
I'm supposed to pick Ian up for work tomorrow morning at 7:30. If he is there I will be impressed.
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Monday, June 09, 2003
:: Work ::
"Just sit there in your car and watch them. Listen to music or something." - Mohammed, telling me my job description for the week.
Watching other people work is harder than you'd think. Not that it's physically tough, but it is painstakingly boring to just sit all day doing nothing. Here's what went down on my first day doing office work for Landtec Ground Experts:
I show up around 10:00, learn a couple of basic things about the invoicing system etc etc, and then start actually making a few invoices. All I was supposed to do today was invoice the Township of Langley - my Dad - for $24,000 worth of work that Mohammed hadn't billled them for yet. So I did all that by 11:30, and with Mohammed gone by this point there was nothing else I could do. So I wasted some time checking my email, looking at some baseball scores, and talking to Mike on MSN (which was conveniently already installed on the computer). Then Mohammed called me and asked me to go to the Annacis Island job site, where I had previously worked 2 days as a weed monkey a month ago. Now, he doesn't want me to work - just supervise the crew that's already there. The problem was that none of the crew is certified to work there because they hadn't went to this mandatory safety seminar - I had. And without a certified person, they aren't allowed to work on the site.
So there I sat, in my car, from 1:30 to 4:30 listening to music and trying to stay awake. So it was a real tough day.
Maybe not as tough as Ian's day though. Instead of mowing grass like he normally does, his job today consisted of laying in an Aldergrove parking lot "guarding" hanging baskets. While two other guys went around Aldergrove for an hour at a time hanging the baskets, Ian's job was to watch the remaining ones to make sure they weren't stolen (which happens quite often, as pathetic as that is). And Ian wasn't just being a lazy ass either, he was actually told to guard the flowers by Mohammed.
"Hey Ian, I'm not paying you 10 bucks an hour to just stand around. Lie down and take a nap."
Yep, the very guy who signs his paycheck told him to lie around for hours at a time. I swear to God.
And they're actually paying us for this.
"Just sit there in your car and watch them. Listen to music or something." - Mohammed, telling me my job description for the week.
Watching other people work is harder than you'd think. Not that it's physically tough, but it is painstakingly boring to just sit all day doing nothing. Here's what went down on my first day doing office work for Landtec Ground Experts:
I show up around 10:00, learn a couple of basic things about the invoicing system etc etc, and then start actually making a few invoices. All I was supposed to do today was invoice the Township of Langley - my Dad - for $24,000 worth of work that Mohammed hadn't billled them for yet. So I did all that by 11:30, and with Mohammed gone by this point there was nothing else I could do. So I wasted some time checking my email, looking at some baseball scores, and talking to Mike on MSN (which was conveniently already installed on the computer). Then Mohammed called me and asked me to go to the Annacis Island job site, where I had previously worked 2 days as a weed monkey a month ago. Now, he doesn't want me to work - just supervise the crew that's already there. The problem was that none of the crew is certified to work there because they hadn't went to this mandatory safety seminar - I had. And without a certified person, they aren't allowed to work on the site.
So there I sat, in my car, from 1:30 to 4:30 listening to music and trying to stay awake. So it was a real tough day.
Maybe not as tough as Ian's day though. Instead of mowing grass like he normally does, his job today consisted of laying in an Aldergrove parking lot "guarding" hanging baskets. While two other guys went around Aldergrove for an hour at a time hanging the baskets, Ian's job was to watch the remaining ones to make sure they weren't stolen (which happens quite often, as pathetic as that is). And Ian wasn't just being a lazy ass either, he was actually told to guard the flowers by Mohammed.
Yep, the very guy who signs his paycheck told him to lie around for hours at a time. I swear to God.
And they're actually paying us for this.
Sunday, June 08, 2003
Mike Bourke (drunk): Ah, good, at least I'm not a schizophenic.
Pat Bourke: No, but your fly is down.
This weekend was a pretty good one. The weather was wicked, and because of that we spent a lot of time sitting outside drinking beer. A lot of beer. And in Jeremy's case, that also meant puking it right back up again. Two nights in a row. Nice goin' Jerm. Then tonight me, Chris and Sean went to the cheap theatre and saw Old School, which kicks some serious ass. It's so funny. Somewhere in this weekend I also fit in a trip to the driving range with my dad, where I absolutely killed the ball. I was like the Tiger Woods of the Redwoods Golf Course Driving Range. Okay, maybe not, but I still hit the ball further than usual, although now I have a huge blister on each one of my thumbs. Oh well, that's the price you pay to be great I suppose.
And tomorrow I start yet another temporary job to earn me some more drinking money, coincendentally with the same company I quit just about a month ago. But this time it's not manual labour, it's an office job, and from what I hear, its going to be Slack. Why am I doing this you may ask? Well, you can't spell slacker without 'lack' and what I lack is money.
On a completely un-related topic, Go Ducks!!!
Pat Bourke: No, but your fly is down.
This weekend was a pretty good one. The weather was wicked, and because of that we spent a lot of time sitting outside drinking beer. A lot of beer. And in Jeremy's case, that also meant puking it right back up again. Two nights in a row. Nice goin' Jerm. Then tonight me, Chris and Sean went to the cheap theatre and saw Old School, which kicks some serious ass. It's so funny. Somewhere in this weekend I also fit in a trip to the driving range with my dad, where I absolutely killed the ball. I was like the Tiger Woods of the Redwoods Golf Course Driving Range. Okay, maybe not, but I still hit the ball further than usual, although now I have a huge blister on each one of my thumbs. Oh well, that's the price you pay to be great I suppose.
And tomorrow I start yet another temporary job to earn me some more drinking money, coincendentally with the same company I quit just about a month ago. But this time it's not manual labour, it's an office job, and from what I hear, its going to be Slack. Why am I doing this you may ask? Well, you can't spell slacker without 'lack' and what I lack is money.
On a completely un-related topic, Go Ducks!!!
Friday, June 06, 2003
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
Cheer up, folks!
I've been reading everyone else blogs lately, and I've also been talking to various people on MSN, as I usually do. And from the blogs I've read and the conversations I've had I've noticed that a lot of people seem to be sad/bummed/depressed/mad or just generally unhappy. And it sort of made me sad. Now, I'm not saying people should be happy all the time, but I did notice that most people seem to be sad about generally the same thing. If you don't know what that thing is, check out everyone's recent posts.
You know what? I'm in a similar position but I don't worry about it. I just let things happen. I've stopped worrying so much and now I usually just say "Fuck it." You might think that's stupid but it works, I'm not stressed or depressed (sorry, that was an unfortunate rhyme) and I'm generally in a good state of mind. And I think I'd have good reason to be depressed if I felt like it - I'm single, unemployed, and I'm slowly running out of money. Sad? Hell yes. Does it bother me? Nope.
So in a meagre attempt to make everyone feel better, because that's just the kind of nice guy that I am, here goes:
1)It could always be worse. For example: You could go out for dinner and come back to see your house engulfed in 40 foot high flames because you accidently left a lit cigarette on top of a magazine. Or maybe your brother or sister took a blowtorch to the kitchen table. So what if you're unemployed with no hope for the future, at least you aren't on fire.
2) God is not punishing you. He's punishing everybody. Don't take it personally. You might be alone, but take your head out of the oven and look at everyone else. We are too. It's not that bad.
3) . Good things will happen eventually. Why will they? Because in my experience, they always do. You just gotta trust me on that one.
4) We all like you. Despite the fact that many of us are all in different towns, we're still your friends. (Except for Mike, he hates you.) And as long as you got friends I don't think things can be too terrible. You might think they can be at times, but that just ain't the way it is.
So, in closing, enjoy your summer. Enjoy whatever town it is you are in. And try not to worry so much. Basically, be more like me. Just jokin'.
I've been reading everyone else blogs lately, and I've also been talking to various people on MSN, as I usually do. And from the blogs I've read and the conversations I've had I've noticed that a lot of people seem to be sad/bummed/depressed/mad or just generally unhappy. And it sort of made me sad. Now, I'm not saying people should be happy all the time, but I did notice that most people seem to be sad about generally the same thing. If you don't know what that thing is, check out everyone's recent posts.
You know what? I'm in a similar position but I don't worry about it. I just let things happen. I've stopped worrying so much and now I usually just say "Fuck it." You might think that's stupid but it works, I'm not stressed or depressed (sorry, that was an unfortunate rhyme) and I'm generally in a good state of mind. And I think I'd have good reason to be depressed if I felt like it - I'm single, unemployed, and I'm slowly running out of money. Sad? Hell yes. Does it bother me? Nope.
So in a meagre attempt to make everyone feel better, because that's just the kind of nice guy that I am, here goes:
1)It could always be worse. For example: You could go out for dinner and come back to see your house engulfed in 40 foot high flames because you accidently left a lit cigarette on top of a magazine. Or maybe your brother or sister took a blowtorch to the kitchen table. So what if you're unemployed with no hope for the future, at least you aren't on fire.
2) God is not punishing you. He's punishing everybody. Don't take it personally. You might be alone, but take your head out of the oven and look at everyone else. We are too. It's not that bad.
3) . Good things will happen eventually. Why will they? Because in my experience, they always do. You just gotta trust me on that one.
4) We all like you. Despite the fact that many of us are all in different towns, we're still your friends. (Except for Mike, he hates you.) And as long as you got friends I don't think things can be too terrible. You might think they can be at times, but that just ain't the way it is.
So, in closing, enjoy your summer. Enjoy whatever town it is you are in. And try not to worry so much. Basically, be more like me. Just jokin'.
Saturday, May 31, 2003
:: PEARL JAM ::
I am currently listening to the ringing in my ears that just won't stop. Why are my ears ringing you ask? Well, tonight was the night that Chris, Sean and I had been waiting many months for - Pearl Jam at G.M Place.
Is this just another day? This god forgotten place.
First comes love and then comes pain. Let the games begin.
Questions rise and answers fall insurmountable.
I've been to a fair number of good concerts in my life but this one ranks at or near the top. It was amazing. It was obvious right from the get-go that everyone there was in for an amazing night when the first act to take the stage wasn't show openers Idlewild, but Eddie Vedder and an acoustic guitar. He sort of snuck up onstage in the dark, said a quick "Hello" then sat on his stool long enough for people to start to whisper things like, "Hey, that's Eddie." or more realistically, "Holy Fuck, what's Eddie Vedder doing up there already?" What he was doing up there already was a version of "You've got to hide your love away." It was a beautiful rendition of the Beatle's classic, and sent the audience scrambling to their seats to listen.
Love boat captain take the reigns and steer us towards the clear. Here.
It's already been sung but it can't be said enough.
All you need is love.
45 minutes and one opening-band later, PJ took to the stage for real. And they rocked. Hard. Some of the highlights included: A 10 minute version of Even Flow, a loud full-of-energy version of Do the Evolution, and Better Man - which temporarily turned GM Place into the world's largest karoake bar as 18,000 people sang along and drowned out Vedder's voice, so he just stopped and let the crowd sing most of the song while he played guitar.
Is this just another phase? Earthquakes making waves.
Trying to shake the cancer off. Stupid human beings.
Once you hold the hand of love it's all surmountable.
But I think on of the highlights for me was the first slow-tempo song they did - Thumbing my Way. The stage lights dimmed right down, and the entire arena was instantly lit up with thousands of lighters. It was like being in a sea of tiny stars while the whole solar system revolved around 5 guys from Seattle.
Hold me and make it the truth.
That when all is lost there will be you.
Cause to the universe I don't mean a thing.
And there's just one word I still believe.
And it's love.
It was an amazing experience, and I didn't know I could get so much out of it. After all, It was just a bunch of music right? Wrong.
G.M Place was exactly where I was supposed to be at that moment.
It's an art to live with pain. Mix the light into grey.
Lost nine friends we'll never know. Two years ago today.
And if our lives became too long would it add to our regret?
*lyrics "Love Boat Captain"
I am currently listening to the ringing in my ears that just won't stop. Why are my ears ringing you ask? Well, tonight was the night that Chris, Sean and I had been waiting many months for - Pearl Jam at G.M Place.
First comes love and then comes pain. Let the games begin.
Questions rise and answers fall insurmountable.
I've been to a fair number of good concerts in my life but this one ranks at or near the top. It was amazing. It was obvious right from the get-go that everyone there was in for an amazing night when the first act to take the stage wasn't show openers Idlewild, but Eddie Vedder and an acoustic guitar. He sort of snuck up onstage in the dark, said a quick "Hello" then sat on his stool long enough for people to start to whisper things like, "Hey, that's Eddie." or more realistically, "Holy Fuck, what's Eddie Vedder doing up there already?" What he was doing up there already was a version of "You've got to hide your love away." It was a beautiful rendition of the Beatle's classic, and sent the audience scrambling to their seats to listen.
It's already been sung but it can't be said enough.
All you need is love.
45 minutes and one opening-band later, PJ took to the stage for real. And they rocked. Hard. Some of the highlights included: A 10 minute version of Even Flow, a loud full-of-energy version of Do the Evolution, and Better Man - which temporarily turned GM Place into the world's largest karoake bar as 18,000 people sang along and drowned out Vedder's voice, so he just stopped and let the crowd sing most of the song while he played guitar.
Trying to shake the cancer off. Stupid human beings.
Once you hold the hand of love it's all surmountable.
But I think on of the highlights for me was the first slow-tempo song they did - Thumbing my Way. The stage lights dimmed right down, and the entire arena was instantly lit up with thousands of lighters. It was like being in a sea of tiny stars while the whole solar system revolved around 5 guys from Seattle.
That when all is lost there will be you.
Cause to the universe I don't mean a thing.
And there's just one word I still believe.
And it's love.
It was an amazing experience, and I didn't know I could get so much out of it. After all, It was just a bunch of music right? Wrong.
G.M Place was exactly where I was supposed to be at that moment.
Lost nine friends we'll never know. Two years ago today.
And if our lives became too long would it add to our regret?
*lyrics "Love Boat Captain"
Monday, May 26, 2003
"Why do we have ribs? I mean, what is their point?" - Mike
Mike is here visiting me for a few days, and then we're driving to Kamloops where I'm staying until Thursday or Friday. It's been a fun couple of days so far - been playing A LOT of NHL 2003 - Sasumu Serizawa is a monster out there for the Japanese National Team, and Daily Deco photographer/NHL superstar Frank Papp is the difference-maker in almost every game he plays.
In other news, plans for a new edition of the Daily Deco are being made, as well as improvements to the infamous Matcat Attacks!
Mike is here visiting me for a few days, and then we're driving to Kamloops where I'm staying until Thursday or Friday. It's been a fun couple of days so far - been playing A LOT of NHL 2003 - Sasumu Serizawa is a monster out there for the Japanese National Team, and Daily Deco photographer/NHL superstar Frank Papp is the difference-maker in almost every game he plays.
In other news, plans for a new edition of the Daily Deco are being made, as well as improvements to the infamous Matcat Attacks!
Saturday, May 24, 2003
Nick: Why did I just pay that chick five bucks?
Jeremy: Because she's hot.
Nick: Okay then.
Being hammered rocks. After a few weekends of not really doing anything, me and Jeremy and Jen went to T-Barz and just got smashed. T-Barz is a wicked strip club, none of us had ever been there before, but Scram won a free lap dance in some sort of raffle draw that I apparently paid 5 bucks for but don't remember. And tomorrow me and Jeremy are getting smashed all over again. It's gonna be sweet.
Jeremy: Because she's hot.
Nick: Okay then.
Being hammered rocks. After a few weekends of not really doing anything, me and Jeremy and Jen went to T-Barz and just got smashed. T-Barz is a wicked strip club, none of us had ever been there before, but Scram won a free lap dance in some sort of raffle draw that I apparently paid 5 bucks for but don't remember. And tomorrow me and Jeremy are getting smashed all over again. It's gonna be sweet.
Thursday, May 22, 2003
:: Insomnia Pt II ::
In what is being hailed by some as the greatest combination since peanut butter and jam; Lennon and McCartney; or TimeWarner; Mike, Shaun and I have teamed up on a blog...
Matcat Attacks!
In what is being hailed by some as the greatest combination since peanut butter and jam; Lennon and McCartney; or TimeWarner; Mike, Shaun and I have teamed up on a blog...
Matcat Attacks!
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
:: Insomnia ::
It's 3:11 AM right now. I'd like to be sleeping. But I'm not. The evil monster that is insomnia has returned. My past three nights have all gone the same: Go to bed around 1:00. Lie awake until 3:00. Get up and waste time on my computer until 4:00. I eventually nod off around 5 or 5:30, the same time a lot of people are waking up to go to work. It's absolutely killing me. I've just got too many things running through my mind at night. As soon as my head hits the pillow it's like the floodgates open and out pours every conceivable thought, idea, memory, dream and joke you could possibly imagine.
Tonight, for example, the following things ran through my head: How much longer can I stand to be unemployed? When, if ever, is a really good job going to come along? I wonder how Mike, Meghan and Melissa are doing? Why don't I ever have anything interesting to talk about on MSN besides the weather? What's wrong with that? If I was rich, what kind of car would I buy? What would I do if i woke up and saw a shadowy figure on the ledge outside my window? Where is my baseball bat? It's in the garage, but I should really bring it into my room should I ever have an encounter with the shadowy figure on the ledge. If I moved far far away, maybe to...I don't know, North Dakota, how good of friends would I still be with certain people. Why do I sometimes feel like everyone else knows something that I don't? I wonder what life would be like if I was a professional baseball player. If I was, I'd like to play for the Red Sox.....
To use a word most people outside of Walnut Grove probably have never heard; it's a real shitfucker.
It's 3:11 AM right now. I'd like to be sleeping. But I'm not. The evil monster that is insomnia has returned. My past three nights have all gone the same: Go to bed around 1:00. Lie awake until 3:00. Get up and waste time on my computer until 4:00. I eventually nod off around 5 or 5:30, the same time a lot of people are waking up to go to work. It's absolutely killing me. I've just got too many things running through my mind at night. As soon as my head hits the pillow it's like the floodgates open and out pours every conceivable thought, idea, memory, dream and joke you could possibly imagine.
Tonight, for example, the following things ran through my head: How much longer can I stand to be unemployed? When, if ever, is a really good job going to come along? I wonder how Mike, Meghan and Melissa are doing? Why don't I ever have anything interesting to talk about on MSN besides the weather? What's wrong with that? If I was rich, what kind of car would I buy? What would I do if i woke up and saw a shadowy figure on the ledge outside my window? Where is my baseball bat? It's in the garage, but I should really bring it into my room should I ever have an encounter with the shadowy figure on the ledge. If I moved far far away, maybe to...I don't know, North Dakota, how good of friends would I still be with certain people. Why do I sometimes feel like everyone else knows something that I don't? I wonder what life would be like if I was a professional baseball player. If I was, I'd like to play for the Red Sox.....
To use a word most people outside of Walnut Grove probably have never heard; it's a real shitfucker.
Sunday, May 18, 2003
"It was like Hallowe'en for old people." - Chris
I'm never one to judge people prematurely, especially people I don't know. But, that being said, I'm pretty sure that this guy right here is the biggest loser on the planet. (although I do give him credit for trying)
And you thought you had it bad...
I'm never one to judge people prematurely, especially people I don't know. But, that being said, I'm pretty sure that this guy right here is the biggest loser on the planet. (although I do give him credit for trying)
And you thought you had it bad...
Friday, May 16, 2003
Worry not friends, my allegiance to the Vancouver Canucks, while shaken for awhile, is back at full strength. Confused? I'll explain...
I've written in previous posts about how I have been a long-suffering Canucks fan, but every year they break my heart. This year, with the road paved for them, I said that they owed me a win. But they blew it.
And I'll be the first to admit, I was very upset at their loss. Very Upset. My plan was to pick a new bottom-feeding team and stick with them until they, like the Canucks, made their way up near the top. And I figured that maybe this new team would actually win once they got there. My new team was going to be the Atlanta Thrashers I like Dany Heatley, and I already own a Thrashers jersey, so I figured that would be the way to go. Yes, I'll admit, I almost jumped off the bandwagon. Almost. After I told my plan to people, like Jeremy and Chris, I was ridiculed to an ridiculous extent. Fair-weather fan. Bandwagon Jumper. Asshole. Yep, heard 'em all.
But in the end, I knew I couldn't do it. Tonight, one of the TSN announcers, during the Ducks-Wild game, talked about the Canucks playoff run in '94 and said something like "you gotta wonder if they'll ever get that close again."
"Kiss my ass, of course they'll get that close again," was the thought that ran through my head. I realized that if I still get mad when someone takes a cheap-shot at the Canucks then I guess they're still my team.
It was touch-and-go for awhile, but I'm still on the Canuck's bandwagon. Always was, always will be. I guess I'm just a glutton for punishment: No matter how many times I get my heart broken, I keep coming back for more.
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
"A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune's inequality exhibits under this sun." - Thomas Carlyle
and so JobHunt 2003 continues....
The sad, often frustrating, world of unemployment may (hopefully) be coming to an end for me. I've applied to a lot of places the last few days - Pointstreak, the Langley Hornets, the Powell River Paper Kings, and now The Abbotsford/Mission Times, where they're looking for a reporter and a sports co-ordinator. I get the feeling that one of my job applications is going to work out. I don't know why I get that feeling, but I just do. I guess now all there is to do is sit back and wait for the phone to ring.
Fingers crossed.
and so JobHunt 2003 continues....
The sad, often frustrating, world of unemployment may (hopefully) be coming to an end for me. I've applied to a lot of places the last few days - Pointstreak, the Langley Hornets, the Powell River Paper Kings, and now The Abbotsford/Mission Times, where they're looking for a reporter and a sports co-ordinator. I get the feeling that one of my job applications is going to work out. I don't know why I get that feeling, but I just do. I guess now all there is to do is sit back and wait for the phone to ring.
Fingers crossed.