Yes, it is. The first real snow fall of the year where I live! Exciting stuff. From where I sit in the big cold hall, I can see the flakes flying and swirling on wind currents. Whoa.
In other news, big weekend coming up! Plans are as follows (since you fuckers clearly need to know):
Friday(today, in the evening) - going to a pub; not sure which on yet, as one of our options may or may not be doing karaoke(beers will be drank)
Saturday - Working during the day, in the evening going over to the old lady's house for her birthday!(more beers will be drank)
Sunday - Still at old lady's house, going for dinner and a show(maybe a beer or two with dinner? We shall see)
Monday - going to another pub! (beers!!!)
Well then, now that you're all informed of my excellent (and beer filled) plans for the weekend, it's time to move onto other, more arousing things. I recently finished Stephen King's novel, Misery. This is not the first Stephen King book I've read, and I think he is well on his way to becoming my standby favourite author. The first book by him that I read was 'Salem's Lot, and that remains my favourite, and also one of the scariest books I've ever read. Thoroughly enjoyed.
Reading really is my favourite form of entertainment (besides music, but that's more than entertainment). I can read whenever I want, I'm not limited to whenever a television show is aired. I suppose I could watch a movie whenever I want too, but if someone's napping or something in or around the area where the television is in my house, that could seriously disrupt my film watching experience, and that's a damn tragedy, folks.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
music making!
I have been trying for time out of mind to start a celtic band. It's hard to find people that play the instruments. The following are needed:
- guitar (preferably two; electric and acoustic)
- mandolin
- banjo
- fiddle
- accordion
- flute
- drums
- bass
I think that's it. So far I've got myself on vocals and either mandolin or guitar, my friend maybe on bass, Kyle from FTB on drums, my girlfriend maybe on flute, and a friend that potentially lives far away on both fiddle and accordion. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Both Subway Girl and Stinky Cheese Guy have abandoned me for the chill drafty air of the hallway today. Now I know what misery feels like. Alone, cold, no Stinky Cheese Guy hovering uncomfortably close by your shoulder, no tubby Subway Girl sitting across the hall, wafting that sweet sweet odor of a toasted sandwich to cover up Stinky Cheese Guy's reek.
Ever have a bout of insomnia like I did?
It is the worst feeling. You lie in bed, exhausted, always on the brink of falling asleep. Your mind is alive with thoughts that are stupid and pointless, stuff like "I like turkey better than ham, the texture's better for sandwiches". Seriously stupid crap like that.
But every now and then you'll have one golden thought float on through, like a really good lyric, or a funny joke or something. Sometimes weird fluffs of information that make zero sense pop up and you feel the need to scribble them down. In your slighty deranged, lack-of-sleep state, you think they are ridiculously clever or intelligent. But when you read them the next morning, boy, let me tell you, they are fucked up folks
They are confusing and jumbled.
Glad I'm over that.
- guitar (preferably two; electric and acoustic)
- mandolin
- banjo
- fiddle
- accordion
- flute
- drums
- bass
I think that's it. So far I've got myself on vocals and either mandolin or guitar, my friend maybe on bass, Kyle from FTB on drums, my girlfriend maybe on flute, and a friend that potentially lives far away on both fiddle and accordion. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Both Subway Girl and Stinky Cheese Guy have abandoned me for the chill drafty air of the hallway today. Now I know what misery feels like. Alone, cold, no Stinky Cheese Guy hovering uncomfortably close by your shoulder, no tubby Subway Girl sitting across the hall, wafting that sweet sweet odor of a toasted sandwich to cover up Stinky Cheese Guy's reek.
Ever have a bout of insomnia like I did?
It is the worst feeling. You lie in bed, exhausted, always on the brink of falling asleep. Your mind is alive with thoughts that are stupid and pointless, stuff like "I like turkey better than ham, the texture's better for sandwiches". Seriously stupid crap like that.
But every now and then you'll have one golden thought float on through, like a really good lyric, or a funny joke or something. Sometimes weird fluffs of information that make zero sense pop up and you feel the need to scribble them down. In your slighty deranged, lack-of-sleep state, you think they are ridiculously clever or intelligent. But when you read them the next morning, boy, let me tell you, they are fucked up folks
They are confusing and jumbled.
Glad I'm over that.
Monday, November 15, 2010
A dagger through the sphincter of Toronto
Whoooooooooa, it's been a little while. To end the cliffhanger from last week (which I'm sure you have all been waiting on the edge of your not-so-easy chair for), I did not steal the remainder of Subway girl's half-eaten sub, although it was a sore struggle, folks.
In other news, I have finally recovered from a terrible bout of insomnia that I have been suffering from for a bout a few weeks now. Although last night's sleep was neither terribly long or refreshing, I fell into dreamland after only a half hour of pondering which sleeping position was comfiest. This sleep is important, as lack of sleep and overall exhaustion was leading to me becoming quite snappy with many people (including significant other!)
I stayed home sick for a long time over the past few days, I really needed. Sunday I had a sore throat, so I figured I'd stay home from work in order to heal up quickly and be ready for the week. Monday came and I felt great, and monday evening I was invited to the pub up the road to have a beer or two with a few friends. Well, a beer or two quickly became a beer or five, as these things are wont to happen, and the next morning I woke up feeling like someone had duct taped a pillow over my face. I literally could not breathe for all the mucus clogging my nostrils and phlegm squatting in my throat like it was a cheap hotel. Just an all around terrible feeling folks. So I spent the next two days lying on the couch, watching and consuming a delicious medley of chicken soup (obviously from a can) and M*A*S*H. And you know what? I'm feeling a whole helluva lot better now.
Splendid.
Moving right along, I am somewhat fucked in school right now. I am moderately certain that I failed to recent computer assignments, and a paper I'm handing in today is no where near as good as it could be. The paper thing is not completely my fault, as it was based entirely around reviews of articles, and the website from which I had to pull the articles decided that I was not a high priority on it's "I want this guy to pass" list.
More exciting news that you don't care about, I'm going on holiday!
Self payed and sexy, that's right folks, all the way to Cuba with my old lady and some friends. How excited am I? This is looking to be pretty damn radical friends. Seriously, a week spent getting fried (not high, sunburned!) on a beach. And drinking (yes, alcohol). For those of you who have not been to Cuba, they have a beer called Crystal which is just damn good. It's just cheap stuff, but let me tell you, lying on a beach and drinking either Cuban Crystal beer, or coconut milk? Nothing quite like it.
Anyway, I'm going to go because I can't think of anything else to waste your time with. Your period of time wasting by reading this blog is over for now. Go live a life.
Back to you, fuckers
In other news, I have finally recovered from a terrible bout of insomnia that I have been suffering from for a bout a few weeks now. Although last night's sleep was neither terribly long or refreshing, I fell into dreamland after only a half hour of pondering which sleeping position was comfiest. This sleep is important, as lack of sleep and overall exhaustion was leading to me becoming quite snappy with many people (including significant other!)
I stayed home sick for a long time over the past few days, I really needed. Sunday I had a sore throat, so I figured I'd stay home from work in order to heal up quickly and be ready for the week. Monday came and I felt great, and monday evening I was invited to the pub up the road to have a beer or two with a few friends. Well, a beer or two quickly became a beer or five, as these things are wont to happen, and the next morning I woke up feeling like someone had duct taped a pillow over my face. I literally could not breathe for all the mucus clogging my nostrils and phlegm squatting in my throat like it was a cheap hotel. Just an all around terrible feeling folks. So I spent the next two days lying on the couch, watching and consuming a delicious medley of chicken soup (obviously from a can) and M*A*S*H. And you know what? I'm feeling a whole helluva lot better now.
Splendid.
Moving right along, I am somewhat fucked in school right now. I am moderately certain that I failed to recent computer assignments, and a paper I'm handing in today is no where near as good as it could be. The paper thing is not completely my fault, as it was based entirely around reviews of articles, and the website from which I had to pull the articles decided that I was not a high priority on it's "I want this guy to pass" list.
More exciting news that you don't care about, I'm going on holiday!
Self payed and sexy, that's right folks, all the way to Cuba with my old lady and some friends. How excited am I? This is looking to be pretty damn radical friends. Seriously, a week spent getting fried (not high, sunburned!) on a beach. And drinking (yes, alcohol). For those of you who have not been to Cuba, they have a beer called Crystal which is just damn good. It's just cheap stuff, but let me tell you, lying on a beach and drinking either Cuban Crystal beer, or coconut milk? Nothing quite like it.
Anyway, I'm going to go because I can't think of anything else to waste your time with. Your period of time wasting by reading this blog is over for now. Go live a life.
Back to you, fuckers
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