Back from the Dead. Why is that not a movie title? Oh wait, i was in 1957. Balls.
I've been really fucking busy/elusive. On the 30th I went to a work-related birthday party where we had a backstreet boys sing-a-long, we gushed about tron and some new video games, and drank a bunch. One of my Adam's got pretty drunk early in so I made sure he was all watered up and asleep before I made a terrible decision to walk home from Sherbourne all high, drunk, and tired. Never again.
New Years was spent with Matt, Alex, Aaron and Cass. I frowned at their game of munchkin, but happily jumped in for several rounds of Jenga. We ate delicious lasagna and passed out at a terrible hour. We were supposed to go watch a UFC match on New Years Day but our usual bar was closed and the fight card wasn't that inviting anyway. Instead we checked out Black Swan, a creepy independent film about going crazy and ballet. Sexy and epic, it was a good time. Alex and Matt also randomly gave me a used xbox 360. I have yet to hook it up, but I am DAMN happy about it. I need to give it a name... like Bill Murray.
I took off for Niagara-on-the-Lake on the 4th wit Adam and his parents. We met up with some of his local friends and we all went out for sushi in St. Catherines. The next day we were supposed to go on crazy free Niagara Falls adventures with our free work passes, but Adam left his damn pay stub at home so we couldn't do it. We both also ended up getting sick and our theory is that our two different illnesses merged since we hung out so much together and became an even more horrible thing. We played a bunch of board games including the epic Boulderdash where I discovered a whole treasure trove of terrible horror movies of our pasts. Remind me later to look up The Tingler, The Devil Bat, and Crazy Fat Ethel II. I ended up missing the final bus of the evening last night so I came home today, still sick and very congested.
I'm cat sitting for Adam since he's staying in Niagara until the 12th. His cats are the same type of tabby as Priscilla, so it's like looking at larger clones. Their names are Emma and Monty, I'll try to take a photo of them the next time I'm up here. I think they are pissed at being left alone, they are not as snuggly as they usually are.
Saturday I'm having a girls night in Port Credit, not that we're doing anything at all girly. I think we're going to be playing games, painting, and drinking. SO damn girly. If anyone wants to do stuff this month, let me know. I can do some touristy fun things with my work pass, and at this point I am only working on the 11th and the 20th.
This year I have no resolutions. In general I'd like to start the year by putting less garbage in my body, but making that a resolution would cheaper the whole idea. I need to buy more veggies, even though they are expensive. And for the love of good, more fruit too. Less carbs, good proteins, no pop. *shrugs* I'll do my best. 2010 was a complicated year with multiple jobs, my worst birthday yet (let's never do 25 ever again), a promotion, new wonderful friends, and a big fucking goodbye to fucked up cunts with their heads in the sand. I think it's going to be a good year, even with all the impending shit-hitting-the-fan we KNOW is going to happen.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go eat Adam's food. And terrorize his cats. Meow meow meow.
Ha. That "Back From The Dead" 1957 film that I didn't think existed.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0050157/
New Years was spent with Matt, Alex, Aaron and Cass. I frowned at their game of munchkin, but happily jumped in for several rounds of Jenga. We ate delicious lasagna and passed out at a terrible hour. We were supposed to go watch a UFC match on New Years Day but our usual bar was closed and the fight card wasn't that inviting anyway. Instead we checked out Black Swan, a creepy independent film about going crazy and ballet. Sexy and epic, it was a good time. Alex and Matt also randomly gave me a used xbox 360. I have yet to hook it up, but I am DAMN happy about it. I need to give it a name... like Bill Murray.
I took off for Niagara-on-the-Lake on the 4th wit Adam and his parents. We met up with some of his local friends and we all went out for sushi in St. Catherines. The next day we were supposed to go on crazy free Niagara Falls adventures with our free work passes, but Adam left his damn pay stub at home so we couldn't do it. We both also ended up getting sick and our theory is that our two different illnesses merged since we hung out so much together and became an even more horrible thing. We played a bunch of board games including the epic Boulderdash where I discovered a whole treasure trove of terrible horror movies of our pasts. Remind me later to look up The Tingler, The Devil Bat, and Crazy Fat Ethel II. I ended up missing the final bus of the evening last night so I came home today, still sick and very congested.
I'm cat sitting for Adam since he's staying in Niagara until the 12th. His cats are the same type of tabby as Priscilla, so it's like looking at larger clones. Their names are Emma and Monty, I'll try to take a photo of them the next time I'm up here. I think they are pissed at being left alone, they are not as snuggly as they usually are.
Saturday I'm having a girls night in Port Credit, not that we're doing anything at all girly. I think we're going to be playing games, painting, and drinking. SO damn girly. If anyone wants to do stuff this month, let me know. I can do some touristy fun things with my work pass, and at this point I am only working on the 11th and the 20th.
This year I have no resolutions. In general I'd like to start the year by putting less garbage in my body, but making that a resolution would cheaper the whole idea. I need to buy more veggies, even though they are expensive. And for the love of good, more fruit too. Less carbs, good proteins, no pop. *shrugs* I'll do my best. 2010 was a complicated year with multiple jobs, my worst birthday yet (let's never do 25 ever again), a promotion, new wonderful friends, and a big fucking goodbye to fucked up cunts with their heads in the sand. I think it's going to be a good year, even with all the impending shit-hitting-the-fan we KNOW is going to happen.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go eat Adam's food. And terrorize his cats. Meow meow meow.
Ha. That "Back From The Dead" 1957 film that I didn't think existed.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0050157/