Obligatory Update...pt. 1
It's time for the obligatory update, and sees how I haven't updated in a while, it twas time. Anywhoo, it's been a fucking strange semester, that's for sure. I've learned a lot about people, but most of all, I've learned a lot about myself. I've always felt a contradiction within myself - to be that way, to be this way, finally settling on "fuck it, I'll deal with it another time."
But thanks to music, thinking, and friends, I've learned to be one way...
I just realized this isn't making sense, but hopefully you'll understand that in the last year or so, I've made some poor, poor decisions, as highlighted by my stupidity and inward rage. But I figure it's time to shut the fuck up and let things ride. Most of all though, I've learned to deal with other people, and their emotions, and their sometimes aggressive personalities. As Al Swearengen would say on "Deadwood," "In life you have to do a lot of things you don't fucking want to do. Many times, that's what the fuck life is... one vile fucking task after another." BTW, if you haven't seen that show, rent it sooner or later. Damn good show.
That being said, went to Montreal this past weekend with Chad, Chris and Mark. Had a helluva time. And it just about cemented ideas about what I want to do after I graduate - live in a city...man, that place is so fucking alive. Point in case - eating Lebanese food at 3 in the morning.
Friday, we got up there around 4pm, grabbed some forties, drank 'em, and went to a Mexican restaurant. Nice people, good food, good margaritas, decent prices, sweet atmosphere (except for the placement of tables practically next to each other, could barely squeeze through after a plate of chicken nachos). After that, hit up some clubs, where the staff was um...very accommodating.
Now, the only thing wrong with Montreal (besides some occasional young French pricks) is the abundance of homeless people. There was one guy, laying down on the sidewalk, shirtless, missing an arm...I felt fucking terrible for the guy, and then, there others sleeping in the banks, the park...I cringed everytime.
One homeless guy was a little fucking annoying though. He comes up to me, states "I'm an alcoholic," and puts his hand out. Now, I'm sorry, but I regretted giving this guy any change. He wasn't missing any limbs, wasn't mentally retarded...can you get a job, please?
I suppose I'm a little harsh though...I haven't lived the life, so I can't really speculate on what the guy went through. It's a shame though.
Saturday, got up around 11, hit up Macdonalds, then shopped around. Mark found a nice piece, and the chick working at this place (accurately called "High Times") was pretty fucking cute. I was debating buying something, but gladly decided to save my money until that night. For din-din, got some good take-out. (BTW, if the lady who worked there that night on April 2, 2005 is by chance reading this, "WHERE WAS MY FUCKING WONTON SOUP?????").
We hit another club that night, and it was awesome. I swear, the waitresses there were supermodels. Danced our asses off until 3am (2am actually, but thanks to Benjamin Franklin, it twas 3am). Drinks there were about $8, but no one really cared (except for Chad, who got dehydrated dancing...and paid $6.50 or something for bottled water - that's a ripoff, if ever I've seen one).
In totality, I spent about $160 American there, which leaves me approximately $6 for the bar tonight. Ah well, it was a good time. Aight, got to go, Chris and I want to eat dinner, but another "Deadwood" quote before I go, this one coming from Calamity Jane, the hard-swearing alcoholic:
"I'm drunk, correct. What the fuck is it to you?"
But thanks to music, thinking, and friends, I've learned to be one way...
I just realized this isn't making sense, but hopefully you'll understand that in the last year or so, I've made some poor, poor decisions, as highlighted by my stupidity and inward rage. But I figure it's time to shut the fuck up and let things ride. Most of all though, I've learned to deal with other people, and their emotions, and their sometimes aggressive personalities. As Al Swearengen would say on "Deadwood," "In life you have to do a lot of things you don't fucking want to do. Many times, that's what the fuck life is... one vile fucking task after another." BTW, if you haven't seen that show, rent it sooner or later. Damn good show.
That being said, went to Montreal this past weekend with Chad, Chris and Mark. Had a helluva time. And it just about cemented ideas about what I want to do after I graduate - live in a city...man, that place is so fucking alive. Point in case - eating Lebanese food at 3 in the morning.
Friday, we got up there around 4pm, grabbed some forties, drank 'em, and went to a Mexican restaurant. Nice people, good food, good margaritas, decent prices, sweet atmosphere (except for the placement of tables practically next to each other, could barely squeeze through after a plate of chicken nachos). After that, hit up some clubs, where the staff was um...very accommodating.
Now, the only thing wrong with Montreal (besides some occasional young French pricks) is the abundance of homeless people. There was one guy, laying down on the sidewalk, shirtless, missing an arm...I felt fucking terrible for the guy, and then, there others sleeping in the banks, the park...I cringed everytime.
One homeless guy was a little fucking annoying though. He comes up to me, states "I'm an alcoholic," and puts his hand out. Now, I'm sorry, but I regretted giving this guy any change. He wasn't missing any limbs, wasn't mentally retarded...can you get a job, please?
I suppose I'm a little harsh though...I haven't lived the life, so I can't really speculate on what the guy went through. It's a shame though.
Saturday, got up around 11, hit up Macdonalds, then shopped around. Mark found a nice piece, and the chick working at this place (accurately called "High Times") was pretty fucking cute. I was debating buying something, but gladly decided to save my money until that night. For din-din, got some good take-out. (BTW, if the lady who worked there that night on April 2, 2005 is by chance reading this, "WHERE WAS MY FUCKING WONTON SOUP?????").
We hit another club that night, and it was awesome. I swear, the waitresses there were supermodels. Danced our asses off until 3am (2am actually, but thanks to Benjamin Franklin, it twas 3am). Drinks there were about $8, but no one really cared (except for Chad, who got dehydrated dancing...and paid $6.50 or something for bottled water - that's a ripoff, if ever I've seen one).
In totality, I spent about $160 American there, which leaves me approximately $6 for the bar tonight. Ah well, it was a good time. Aight, got to go, Chris and I want to eat dinner, but another "Deadwood" quote before I go, this one coming from Calamity Jane, the hard-swearing alcoholic:
"I'm drunk, correct. What the fuck is it to you?"