it's novel tyme kiddies!
prelude:
yeah well it just ended up being this long. i also write to remember mr. aaron! (how was tha show?)
hmmm well my weekend was good till about, oh, 45 mins ago when my grading plan blinked out on me. there was freezing, then the lil' box that so coldly tells me i'm fucked in so many other words... and the cold sinking feeling in my stomach... deep breathing prevents me from punching out tha monitor, but i do vocally reafirm my hatred for this thing others call a computer, i call the devils OTHER tool (after interac)... whatever, what's it worth? no more than 20% of my final grade? fuck. meh. i'm going to that place where i don't care anymore. sigh. but as or the rest of my weekend...
friday: went and watched sin city in poco with heather, angelika, big kim and patrick. FUCKIN AWESOME. i love this movie, so much. it's really like the comic book is alive. u can see the panels of a comic book, but they MOVE. rocking of the socks totally happened. then the placing of ppl in there respective habitations for tha evening. went by mickeys. he was just falling alseep with a band-aid on his forhead. i played with bushwick for a short bit, hes getting all grown up like a teenager kitty should be. so soft, the Iams must be working! mickey comes conscience agian, i poke a bit of fun at him, then we go to timmy hos for coffee... it's an addiction, my brother has fallen under the spell of that creamy cream goodness too. we go back to my place, hang out a short bit and go to sleep cuz his tired is contagious.
saturday: get woken up the proper, saturday morning way and spend the first half of the day in bed gettin' nothing i needed to get done that day but me. then we go to the icbc salvage yard under the queensborough bridge to get my speakers and other such things i need a guy to help me with from my car. the siad they were open till 5. they lied. they aren't even open on saturdays. it becomes so clear sumtymes just how much icbc is not there for the people. if u want to deal with them, u are forced to take tyme off work. either way, we both offer up our respective fuck yous to the closed little building locked down like a fortress and head to guildford to fix mickeys phone. i saw beautiful shoes. the phone was fixed. the pantry has good coffee and ceasar salad. i wish i'd gotten tha ceasar!
then to shilos to drop off a card and forget to drop off plants. only one rolled around in the trunk of the '04 rental impala... dirt never hurt anybody. then i say "i wanna get drunk, what do you feel like doin'?" he says "i dunno..." (as it is when both ppl involved are oh so laid back) "wanna rent a movie, WAIT! lets go to the movies, wanna see sin city". so we go pick up a bottle of smirnoff watermelon twist (first tyme either have had it... tastes like jolly rancher!) then grab sum empty bottles and head to the theater. i've never gotten drunk in tha movie theater before. good stuff, glad i watched the movie already, cuz i had to go pee so bad at the last 20 mins. he loved the movie as much as me.
came home, hung out in the greenhouse/ 'smoking lounge'. smoked, drank, engaged in the typical awesome conversations this combo always results in. i made an attempt at killing the monkey so firmly attactched to his back. i only managed to break 3 smokes... then i stole one and smoked it. yes, well... and he didn't even get mad i'd wasted him what, 3 bucks! lol im so glad i dont smoke. then inside. i procrastinate, which is why i still haven't finished making easter eggs. they're dyed, blown, but not decorated. he decorated one. i was about to and i dont know what happened next but there was make out goodness
sunday: and i woke up the next 630 morning to go to the bathroom and drink a lot of water and ask myself "did i get some?" slowly remember some stuff... say fuck it and fall back asleep (i hate not being able to remeber good tymes!). he fills me in in the morning and i laugh at his back cuz it took a beating... and then a shower and to timmy hos for coffee (my bro asks me to pick him one up) and everything bagels w/ creamcheese. he goes home. i go lookin' for a new car.
3 later, i find one. '92 chevy cavalier. a pretty good car for 2500. im going to give money tomorrow. then dinner at grandmas and gas from aldergrove cuz the rental has to go back tomorrow w/ a full tank and i will not pay for gas with a 9 as the first number...
and here i am now. sign, gonna be a busy week. at least i got a raise. yay me. and skool is done in 2 weeks. so happy. i can fall into a regular rotine for awhile. calm down a bit. get some money and have some fun. oh! i haven't read my book all weekend, im gonna go clean up my room (why does he always cause it to explode?) climb into sum pjs, cozy up to my bears and read ma book! good stuff
yeah well it just ended up being this long. i also write to remember mr. aaron! (how was tha show?)
hmmm well my weekend was good till about, oh, 45 mins ago when my grading plan blinked out on me. there was freezing, then the lil' box that so coldly tells me i'm fucked in so many other words... and the cold sinking feeling in my stomach... deep breathing prevents me from punching out tha monitor, but i do vocally reafirm my hatred for this thing others call a computer, i call the devils OTHER tool (after interac)... whatever, what's it worth? no more than 20% of my final grade? fuck. meh. i'm going to that place where i don't care anymore. sigh. but as or the rest of my weekend...
friday: went and watched sin city in poco with heather, angelika, big kim and patrick. FUCKIN AWESOME. i love this movie, so much. it's really like the comic book is alive. u can see the panels of a comic book, but they MOVE. rocking of the socks totally happened. then the placing of ppl in there respective habitations for tha evening. went by mickeys. he was just falling alseep with a band-aid on his forhead. i played with bushwick for a short bit, hes getting all grown up like a teenager kitty should be. so soft, the Iams must be working! mickey comes conscience agian, i poke a bit of fun at him, then we go to timmy hos for coffee... it's an addiction, my brother has fallen under the spell of that creamy cream goodness too. we go back to my place, hang out a short bit and go to sleep cuz his tired is contagious.
saturday: get woken up the proper, saturday morning way and spend the first half of the day in bed gettin' nothing i needed to get done that day but me. then we go to the icbc salvage yard under the queensborough bridge to get my speakers and other such things i need a guy to help me with from my car. the siad they were open till 5. they lied. they aren't even open on saturdays. it becomes so clear sumtymes just how much icbc is not there for the people. if u want to deal with them, u are forced to take tyme off work. either way, we both offer up our respective fuck yous to the closed little building locked down like a fortress and head to guildford to fix mickeys phone. i saw beautiful shoes. the phone was fixed. the pantry has good coffee and ceasar salad. i wish i'd gotten tha ceasar!
then to shilos to drop off a card and forget to drop off plants. only one rolled around in the trunk of the '04 rental impala... dirt never hurt anybody. then i say "i wanna get drunk, what do you feel like doin'?" he says "i dunno..." (as it is when both ppl involved are oh so laid back) "wanna rent a movie, WAIT! lets go to the movies, wanna see sin city". so we go pick up a bottle of smirnoff watermelon twist (first tyme either have had it... tastes like jolly rancher!) then grab sum empty bottles and head to the theater. i've never gotten drunk in tha movie theater before. good stuff, glad i watched the movie already, cuz i had to go pee so bad at the last 20 mins. he loved the movie as much as me.
came home, hung out in the greenhouse/ 'smoking lounge'. smoked, drank, engaged in the typical awesome conversations this combo always results in. i made an attempt at killing the monkey so firmly attactched to his back. i only managed to break 3 smokes... then i stole one and smoked it. yes, well... and he didn't even get mad i'd wasted him what, 3 bucks! lol im so glad i dont smoke. then inside. i procrastinate, which is why i still haven't finished making easter eggs. they're dyed, blown, but not decorated. he decorated one. i was about to and i dont know what happened next but there was make out goodness
sunday: and i woke up the next 630 morning to go to the bathroom and drink a lot of water and ask myself "did i get some?" slowly remember some stuff... say fuck it and fall back asleep (i hate not being able to remeber good tymes!). he fills me in in the morning and i laugh at his back cuz it took a beating... and then a shower and to timmy hos for coffee (my bro asks me to pick him one up) and everything bagels w/ creamcheese. he goes home. i go lookin' for a new car.
3 later, i find one. '92 chevy cavalier. a pretty good car for 2500. im going to give money tomorrow. then dinner at grandmas and gas from aldergrove cuz the rental has to go back tomorrow w/ a full tank and i will not pay for gas with a 9 as the first number...
and here i am now. sign, gonna be a busy week. at least i got a raise. yay me. and skool is done in 2 weeks. so happy. i can fall into a regular rotine for awhile. calm down a bit. get some money and have some fun. oh! i haven't read my book all weekend, im gonna go clean up my room (why does he always cause it to explode?) climb into sum pjs, cozy up to my bears and read ma book! good stuff