My Mind Has 100000000+ Personalities at the Moment.
Schiztophrenic mood tonight. It's almost 11pm, and I'm putting on make-up because I figured out that if I light every light in my room (and a few of my 100+ candles), I have enouigh light to almost make my crappity-ass web cam work! I'm testing it now.
Steve's band Lunacy is playing at the Sunnyside later this month. That's just down the street from LSD's practise place (they use Sunnyside's back room sometimes too), so I run the risk of not only making an ass of myself in front of Steve, but also running into everyone's favorite drumming ninja Ted. I think I might just ask him and Jen if they want to go and meet me there, since I'll probably run into them anyways.
Brent's on one of his "God Stef, you ruined the family when you moved out and everyone hates you" sprees again. It's funny though, because he sends me messages on MSN from his and dad's accounts trying to egg me on so that I'll say something he can show to my parents so that they will get pissed at me.
Tara had Hubert here today. He seems nice.
Missed the Ashes of Soma/Social Code show last night. Watched some of the SuperBowl festivities that Windsor put on on tv last night. You would think that, after we paid for our mayor to go to the last SuperBowl in Jacksonville and put how much money into committees for this, we would have better than some no name children's performers. BeeBo wasn't even there, and he's huge in Windsor as far as kid's entertainment goes. Heard from a certain someone that "Mr. Chill" Kelly Hoppee (from Big Sugar) offered to play for free since he's the closest thing we have to a celelbrity here right now, and he was turned down. ARgh!
My job interview at the Chamber of Commerce went well. Hopefully I'll get that, and then I'll be paid to go to Sarnia (catch up with Ed and John), London (see who ended up there this year), and Toronto (there's a tonne of people there I have to meet up with). Got an interview tomorrow afternoon with an insurance company, and have a shot soon with the 911 dispatchers. I need something soon, so I can save up to get the hell outta here.
My room is a wreck. I've been all artsy lately, just pasting things together.
Anyone wants a good book to read, try "What's Not to Love? The Adventures of a Mildly Perverted Young Writer". Somewhat disturbing, especially when he talks about his first errection (he jumped in bed with his mum and started wankin it to show it to her. He was 16), but still pretty damn entertaining.
Steve's band Lunacy is playing at the Sunnyside later this month. That's just down the street from LSD's practise place (they use Sunnyside's back room sometimes too), so I run the risk of not only making an ass of myself in front of Steve, but also running into everyone's favorite drumming ninja Ted. I think I might just ask him and Jen if they want to go and meet me there, since I'll probably run into them anyways.
Brent's on one of his "God Stef, you ruined the family when you moved out and everyone hates you" sprees again. It's funny though, because he sends me messages on MSN from his and dad's accounts trying to egg me on so that I'll say something he can show to my parents so that they will get pissed at me.
Tara had Hubert here today. He seems nice.
Missed the Ashes of Soma/Social Code show last night. Watched some of the SuperBowl festivities that Windsor put on on tv last night. You would think that, after we paid for our mayor to go to the last SuperBowl in Jacksonville and put how much money into committees for this, we would have better than some no name children's performers. BeeBo wasn't even there, and he's huge in Windsor as far as kid's entertainment goes. Heard from a certain someone that "Mr. Chill" Kelly Hoppee (from Big Sugar) offered to play for free since he's the closest thing we have to a celelbrity here right now, and he was turned down. ARgh!
My job interview at the Chamber of Commerce went well. Hopefully I'll get that, and then I'll be paid to go to Sarnia (catch up with Ed and John), London (see who ended up there this year), and Toronto (there's a tonne of people there I have to meet up with). Got an interview tomorrow afternoon with an insurance company, and have a shot soon with the 911 dispatchers. I need something soon, so I can save up to get the hell outta here.
My room is a wreck. I've been all artsy lately, just pasting things together.
Anyone wants a good book to read, try "What's Not to Love? The Adventures of a Mildly Perverted Young Writer". Somewhat disturbing, especially when he talks about his first errection (he jumped in bed with his mum and started wankin it to show it to her. He was 16), but still pretty damn entertaining.