Dilly-dally, shilly-shally!
Alright, bring on the weekend! ...is what I should have been saying Friday morning, and not Sunday night. But better late then never, right?
I actually had a great weekend. Let's see, the Canucks won on Friday in an OT clincher, the Canucks won on Saturday in an OT clincher, and... well nothing special happened today really but I got to eat alot of junkfood so I think I'm on a bit of a sugar high. The two consecuitive cans of coke didn't help either. And I must once again reiterate the fact that the Subway two footlong subs for $8 is by far the best deal on the planet. Cause not only can I buy a lunch, but have leftovers for dinner! If only they had this kind of a deal every day... well I wouldn't starve. Not that I starve, or if I do, for the lack of food. Just... motivation. Poor upbringing, I say. That's right, I said it! Mother, I love you to death, but when it came to arranging a marrage for me to a wonderful lady to cook and clean for me, you dropped the ball. However, I'm still young, and you can make up for lost time! What? Take responsibility for myself? Don't be rediculous.
Is it bad when you're carrying on a conversation with your mother in your head without her being there? Let's not talk about the voices in my head anymore. Do you ever wonder if there are voices in your head, or if you're the voice in someone else's head? I kid. But one thing I know for sure, I definitely don't have to worry about other voices, because if they were there, I'm so lazy I'd just let one of them behind the wheel.
You never know, it could be you. Imagine waking up one day and find yourself as me. How would you like that, Brian! Or you woke up and found yourself as Mike Holmes. Whoooooah, shouldn't have gone there!
But enough talk about the crazies. Do you know what's really great? For the last several weeks, I keep bugging my dad cause at church he kept walking past me without recognizing me cause I shaved my hair and I just looked so different, and then this morning on his way out of the sanctuary to go to A Whole New World he came over and gave me a hug. Aw, geez, here come the water works....... .... .... ok I'm fine now. Yeah, I'm sure it's no big deal to you, but it was huge. What can I say, I love my daddy. And my mommy. Even if they didn't arrange my marrage yet.
Moving on. Oh, Matt and Alley showed up this week! It was really bad, because I haven't seen them since the C&C event where we went to Panic Squad, so I didn't exactly recognize them (and they in turn didn't exactly recognize me) so I had to ask Pastor Jeff if it was in fact them and it was so I went over and said "hi" and it was a little awkward at first but it was cool afterwards. Hmm, the more I write the more lame I think I feel... good thing I can get away with this being my whole "personal journal" thing, not some article in a magazine or something. Unless in some forign country they're taking random people's blogs and publishing them without permission. That would be so cool... I've always wanted to be famous. Even if I didn't know I was famous but I was still famous, that would be pretty cool. Not that I would know, and that would defeat the whole purpous of it...
Last night was alot of fun. I got to hang out with a good friend of mine, and just cause I didn't want to look like a total slob (which I am) I decided to clean up and tidy my room. My brother was so impressed he said I should have her over more often. However you only get one cleaning and then you can get to know what I'm really like. Helps get through the dissapointment faster. But it sure is refreshing to have open floor space not being taken up by clothing I haven't decided if it's too dirty to wear or clean enough to wear, but too iffy to make the descision weather to wash or not. Yeah it's tough being me eh. Floor space is refreshing, but also confusing. Because now I look at it and think 'what in the world am I going to do with floor space' and then I just avoid looking at it and thinking about it because it's a lost cause. I can't just put something there, and I can't have a space not being utilized for some reason or another. So slowly it will gather all kinds of linins and be once more the comfertable and completely unseen space that I never have to worry about. Why get carpet? Never needs to be shown!
And now you think I'm a horrible and disgusting boy. You'll get over it. What was lame about the night was that we walked out in the freezing cold to get movies that we never watched and junk food that we never ate. We did get dinner that we brought back which was cold by the time we ate it. Yet in the end it was still a good night. I found out driving her home that not only do my new glasses make it really hard to walk and get off busses without looking like a total fool, but that I drift out of the lane because it warps my vision around the edge of the lenses. However, I can see any possible hazards on the road now. However, spotting possible hazards on the road when there's one behind the wheel may not inspire the most confidence in most passengers. But not always! I was driving my sister around the other day... why... why... let's see. Hmm I'm really drawing a blank here. I had mom's car, which means, oh that's right! It was family night, where we all get together to watch the pay per view hockey game and mom needed some onions. So I took little lizard-breath along with me for some chatty company, and what I was trying to say was that she was totally relaxed while I was driving. What was weird, cause even when I'm Brian who is an excellent driver, I'm a basket case half the time. I can drive a car with no breaks, worn out tires, slipping clutch, broken windshield wipers, and overheating engines without even breaking a sweat (even when it means the breaks fail and you go shooting through an intersection on the highway at 80kph on a red light because your breaks didn't engage... and that never, ever happened mom... ever...), I still feel more comfertable than when being a passenger. It's wierd. The worst driver I've ever driven with? A long time driver who even beat out first time drivers like Jenissa when she was still getting a feel for the road, was one of my bosses John. This portugeese guy with really bad skin problems on his hands that made them flake and stuff, really gross. Even more gross? He would scrape them on the steering wheel and pick at them while he was driving. He got it because he was allergic to the enamel products we worked with. That's like someone who has artheritus becoming a massuse.
Mmm peanut butter smarties. You know, I'm not so broken up that we didn't eat them last night after all... although I probably shouldn't be eating them this late. But it gives me something to blame the fact that I'm actually enjoying the first season of Gilmore Girls which I downloaded this week. It was always one of those shows that as a man I could never admit to liking so I wouldn't watch it, or make it seem like I was being such a graceous boyfriend by letting Jenissa watch it instead of Boston Legal which was on at the same time... but secretly... I liked it. I would never have admitted that before, and now I'm blaming it on the smarties. And the freezie I'm about to go get. How can future food affect present circumstances? It just can.
I actually had a great weekend. Let's see, the Canucks won on Friday in an OT clincher, the Canucks won on Saturday in an OT clincher, and... well nothing special happened today really but I got to eat alot of junkfood so I think I'm on a bit of a sugar high. The two consecuitive cans of coke didn't help either. And I must once again reiterate the fact that the Subway two footlong subs for $8 is by far the best deal on the planet. Cause not only can I buy a lunch, but have leftovers for dinner! If only they had this kind of a deal every day... well I wouldn't starve. Not that I starve, or if I do, for the lack of food. Just... motivation. Poor upbringing, I say. That's right, I said it! Mother, I love you to death, but when it came to arranging a marrage for me to a wonderful lady to cook and clean for me, you dropped the ball. However, I'm still young, and you can make up for lost time! What? Take responsibility for myself? Don't be rediculous.
Is it bad when you're carrying on a conversation with your mother in your head without her being there? Let's not talk about the voices in my head anymore. Do you ever wonder if there are voices in your head, or if you're the voice in someone else's head? I kid. But one thing I know for sure, I definitely don't have to worry about other voices, because if they were there, I'm so lazy I'd just let one of them behind the wheel.
You never know, it could be you. Imagine waking up one day and find yourself as me. How would you like that, Brian! Or you woke up and found yourself as Mike Holmes. Whoooooah, shouldn't have gone there!
But enough talk about the crazies. Do you know what's really great? For the last several weeks, I keep bugging my dad cause at church he kept walking past me without recognizing me cause I shaved my hair and I just looked so different, and then this morning on his way out of the sanctuary to go to A Whole New World he came over and gave me a hug. Aw, geez, here come the water works....... .... .... ok I'm fine now. Yeah, I'm sure it's no big deal to you, but it was huge. What can I say, I love my daddy. And my mommy. Even if they didn't arrange my marrage yet.
Moving on. Oh, Matt and Alley showed up this week! It was really bad, because I haven't seen them since the C&C event where we went to Panic Squad, so I didn't exactly recognize them (and they in turn didn't exactly recognize me) so I had to ask Pastor Jeff if it was in fact them and it was so I went over and said "hi" and it was a little awkward at first but it was cool afterwards. Hmm, the more I write the more lame I think I feel... good thing I can get away with this being my whole "personal journal" thing, not some article in a magazine or something. Unless in some forign country they're taking random people's blogs and publishing them without permission. That would be so cool... I've always wanted to be famous. Even if I didn't know I was famous but I was still famous, that would be pretty cool. Not that I would know, and that would defeat the whole purpous of it...
Last night was alot of fun. I got to hang out with a good friend of mine, and just cause I didn't want to look like a total slob (which I am) I decided to clean up and tidy my room. My brother was so impressed he said I should have her over more often. However you only get one cleaning and then you can get to know what I'm really like. Helps get through the dissapointment faster. But it sure is refreshing to have open floor space not being taken up by clothing I haven't decided if it's too dirty to wear or clean enough to wear, but too iffy to make the descision weather to wash or not. Yeah it's tough being me eh. Floor space is refreshing, but also confusing. Because now I look at it and think 'what in the world am I going to do with floor space' and then I just avoid looking at it and thinking about it because it's a lost cause. I can't just put something there, and I can't have a space not being utilized for some reason or another. So slowly it will gather all kinds of linins and be once more the comfertable and completely unseen space that I never have to worry about. Why get carpet? Never needs to be shown!
And now you think I'm a horrible and disgusting boy. You'll get over it. What was lame about the night was that we walked out in the freezing cold to get movies that we never watched and junk food that we never ate. We did get dinner that we brought back which was cold by the time we ate it. Yet in the end it was still a good night. I found out driving her home that not only do my new glasses make it really hard to walk and get off busses without looking like a total fool, but that I drift out of the lane because it warps my vision around the edge of the lenses. However, I can see any possible hazards on the road now. However, spotting possible hazards on the road when there's one behind the wheel may not inspire the most confidence in most passengers. But not always! I was driving my sister around the other day... why... why... let's see. Hmm I'm really drawing a blank here. I had mom's car, which means, oh that's right! It was family night, where we all get together to watch the pay per view hockey game and mom needed some onions. So I took little lizard-breath along with me for some chatty company, and what I was trying to say was that she was totally relaxed while I was driving. What was weird, cause even when I'm Brian who is an excellent driver, I'm a basket case half the time. I can drive a car with no breaks, worn out tires, slipping clutch, broken windshield wipers, and overheating engines without even breaking a sweat (even when it means the breaks fail and you go shooting through an intersection on the highway at 80kph on a red light because your breaks didn't engage... and that never, ever happened mom... ever...), I still feel more comfertable than when being a passenger. It's wierd. The worst driver I've ever driven with? A long time driver who even beat out first time drivers like Jenissa when she was still getting a feel for the road, was one of my bosses John. This portugeese guy with really bad skin problems on his hands that made them flake and stuff, really gross. Even more gross? He would scrape them on the steering wheel and pick at them while he was driving. He got it because he was allergic to the enamel products we worked with. That's like someone who has artheritus becoming a massuse.
Mmm peanut butter smarties. You know, I'm not so broken up that we didn't eat them last night after all... although I probably shouldn't be eating them this late. But it gives me something to blame the fact that I'm actually enjoying the first season of Gilmore Girls which I downloaded this week. It was always one of those shows that as a man I could never admit to liking so I wouldn't watch it, or make it seem like I was being such a graceous boyfriend by letting Jenissa watch it instead of Boston Legal which was on at the same time... but secretly... I liked it. I would never have admitted that before, and now I'm blaming it on the smarties. And the freezie I'm about to go get. How can future food affect present circumstances? It just can.