Well, folks. I'm leaving on holiday tomorrow. Flight departs at 6:30 tomorrow morning, and I will be on it, snuggled into an uncomfortable chair, girlfriend next to me, earphones in my ears, and with any luck, mini-bottle of wine in hand.
It took me a while to actually start getting excited for this trip. It probably only hit me a couple of days ago. I'm nervous, this is the first extended period of time I'll be spending around my girlfriend' mother, and there will be alcohol involved. Hopefully I don't make too much of an ass of myself.
For the first time since buying it, I completely erased and began rebuilding my iTunes playlist for the trip. It now contains:
-Against Me! - entire discography
- Johnny Cash comp.
-Bob Marley comp.
-the Clash - London Calling/Sandinista!
-Tegan and Sara - Sainthood
-Future of the Left - Travels With Myself and Another
-various Ted Leo and the Pharmacists songs
Katie prescribed that I check out both the National and the Dead Weather. I haven't listened to much of either bands material, but I suppose a holiday is a good time to become acquainted with new bands.
I considered bringing my guitar with me on the trip, but have decided against it. It will cost extra to transport it, and I don't have a great quantity of cash. It's depressing though, I've had visions of sitting on the beach as the sun goes down, drinking wine and strumming out some tunes. Real inspiring stuff. I'm thoroughly tempted to bring my harmonica instead, but I'm afraid that it'll quickly get on my friends' nerves. Oh well, I guess we'll see.
Anyways, I don't really have much to say right now. We'll see if another post is forthcoming before takeoff tomorrow. If not, have a nice week.
Ta ta for now.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
the Eve of Christmas Eve!
aaaaaah, Christmas time! Snow on the ground! Rosy cheeks! Hockey games!
Speaking of which, monday evening found my lady and I inhabiting two seats at the ACC to watch the Leafs get hog-tied and humiliated at the hands of the Atlanta Thrashers. Much more exciting however, was the mischief committed by the young hooligan whom came forth to toss a carton of WAFFLES ON THE ICE. Isn't that just fucking excellent? It's a big thing too, Waffle Nation. It's all over the news. I think it just rules too fucking hard that all these guys have to do to get national attention is throw some breakfast foodstuffs onto the ice of a fucking terrible (and not to mention way over-priced) team.
This guy seriously made my night.
We're drawing awfully close to Christmas, folks. I am somewhat off the consumerist ball this year. Indeed, I required some assistance in order to complete all of my gift shopping before the assigned date.
CONTENT WARNING: MOOSHY FRIEND PRAISING AHEAD
So the other day, a good friend named Katie came from Ottawa (well, actually she came from Guelph) to visit me. Her and I and another friend went up to the pub for a few drinks. It was a grand ol' time, as it had been ages since I'd seen Katie, having communicated only through high tech gadgetry you simply could not understand. I get on with her very well, dare I say she's my 'best' friend? I suppose I do, as far as friends can really be 'best'. You know those few friends you can pretty much tell everything and anything to? Well yeah, that's Katie.
For those of you who don't know, yesterday was the anniversary of Joe Strummer's Death! December 22nd, 2002, Joe died of an undiagnosed heart condition after walking his dogs; the poor bloke. Imagine that, one of the greatest songwriter's in the world, still relatively young, and just dies after taking a stroll with your pooches? R.I.P. St. Joe Strummer, you will be sadly missed.
Well, that's really all I have to say for now. Have a happy holiday and all that jazz.
Speaking of which, monday evening found my lady and I inhabiting two seats at the ACC to watch the Leafs get hog-tied and humiliated at the hands of the Atlanta Thrashers. Much more exciting however, was the mischief committed by the young hooligan whom came forth to toss a carton of WAFFLES ON THE ICE. Isn't that just fucking excellent? It's a big thing too, Waffle Nation. It's all over the news. I think it just rules too fucking hard that all these guys have to do to get national attention is throw some breakfast foodstuffs onto the ice of a fucking terrible (and not to mention way over-priced) team.
This guy seriously made my night.
We're drawing awfully close to Christmas, folks. I am somewhat off the consumerist ball this year. Indeed, I required some assistance in order to complete all of my gift shopping before the assigned date.
CONTENT WARNING: MOOSHY FRIEND PRAISING AHEAD
So the other day, a good friend named Katie came from Ottawa (well, actually she came from Guelph) to visit me. Her and I and another friend went up to the pub for a few drinks. It was a grand ol' time, as it had been ages since I'd seen Katie, having communicated only through high tech gadgetry you simply could not understand. I get on with her very well, dare I say she's my 'best' friend? I suppose I do, as far as friends can really be 'best'. You know those few friends you can pretty much tell everything and anything to? Well yeah, that's Katie.
For those of you who don't know, yesterday was the anniversary of Joe Strummer's Death! December 22nd, 2002, Joe died of an undiagnosed heart condition after walking his dogs; the poor bloke. Imagine that, one of the greatest songwriter's in the world, still relatively young, and just dies after taking a stroll with your pooches? R.I.P. St. Joe Strummer, you will be sadly missed.
Well, that's really all I have to say for now. Have a happy holiday and all that jazz.
Friday, December 17, 2010
wiiiiiiiiinter.
It's been while since an entry was posted, and to all my avid readers, I offer up a heartfelt apology. However, my laziness has brought us all closer to Christmas!!! (or whichever holiday you celebrate around this time of year). Either way, good things! Yes indeed, good things approaching.
So my girlfriend's birthday party was a great success, much fun had by everyone in attendance (I think).
Last night, I went to visit my high school for the first time in a year and a half. Surprisingly enough, I didn't miss it at all. It's not like I'm super happy with what I'm doing now, but my high school was all in all a pretty lame place. I thought I would feel a lot more nostalgic (even though it hasn't been very long), but what I miss isn't the setting of the school, but the people I shared it with. I had some great friends, folks, and it sure would be nice to get together and see all of them again. I mean, I've kept in touch with majority of them, including my girlfriend (who I met in grade ten). But still, I'd like to get the entire group together, not just of great friends, but also minimal acquaintances whose friendly nod in the hallway just made shit go down a little easier.
Ah, to revisit the past.
So I recently finished a book called "Lost Boys" by Orson Scott Card. Don't tell me why I thought this, but when I picked up the book I thought it was what the movie "the Lost Boys" starring Keifer Sutherland (the one with the vampires!) was based on. I read almost the entire thing with one continuing thought: "when the fuck are the vampires going to appear?" And you know something? They NEVER did. Turns out there is ZERO relation between Orson Scott Card's 'Lost Boys', and the vampire film 'the Lost Boys'. But in the end, the novel had an excellent ending that made me feel a lot less like I had just thrown away two weeks of my time reading that stupid fucker.
How about an academic update then, folks? (since my monotonous life apparently isn't arousing enough for you)
So, I have currently written 4 out of the prospective 5 exams which must be completed before first semester is officially over. I have the 5th today at 2:30, and I am mucho stoked to get this shit over and done with. Then it's on to a few glorious days of winter solitude and getting gifts for Christmas (I'm not on of these pinko fucks that says he doesn't enjoy getting free shit, but don't get me wrong, I do enjoy giving gifts as well), and after that the hot, sweaty bliss of a Cuban beach. See that? I have good reason to be more stoked than a bro for nachos. More stoked than an English Lord's fireplace!!! Amirite? LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.
In other news, FTB has not had a band practice in over a month. What the fuck is this shit? Hopefully we don't quit, but if we do, I'm sure we'll reform in some form or another to bash out some tuneskis.
Well, that's it for now guys and dolls. See you around.
tata.
So my girlfriend's birthday party was a great success, much fun had by everyone in attendance (I think).
Last night, I went to visit my high school for the first time in a year and a half. Surprisingly enough, I didn't miss it at all. It's not like I'm super happy with what I'm doing now, but my high school was all in all a pretty lame place. I thought I would feel a lot more nostalgic (even though it hasn't been very long), but what I miss isn't the setting of the school, but the people I shared it with. I had some great friends, folks, and it sure would be nice to get together and see all of them again. I mean, I've kept in touch with majority of them, including my girlfriend (who I met in grade ten). But still, I'd like to get the entire group together, not just of great friends, but also minimal acquaintances whose friendly nod in the hallway just made shit go down a little easier.
Ah, to revisit the past.
So I recently finished a book called "Lost Boys" by Orson Scott Card. Don't tell me why I thought this, but when I picked up the book I thought it was what the movie "the Lost Boys" starring Keifer Sutherland (the one with the vampires!) was based on. I read almost the entire thing with one continuing thought: "when the fuck are the vampires going to appear?" And you know something? They NEVER did. Turns out there is ZERO relation between Orson Scott Card's 'Lost Boys', and the vampire film 'the Lost Boys'. But in the end, the novel had an excellent ending that made me feel a lot less like I had just thrown away two weeks of my time reading that stupid fucker.
How about an academic update then, folks? (since my monotonous life apparently isn't arousing enough for you)
So, I have currently written 4 out of the prospective 5 exams which must be completed before first semester is officially over. I have the 5th today at 2:30, and I am mucho stoked to get this shit over and done with. Then it's on to a few glorious days of winter solitude and getting gifts for Christmas (I'm not on of these pinko fucks that says he doesn't enjoy getting free shit, but don't get me wrong, I do enjoy giving gifts as well), and after that the hot, sweaty bliss of a Cuban beach. See that? I have good reason to be more stoked than a bro for nachos. More stoked than an English Lord's fireplace!!! Amirite? LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.
In other news, FTB has not had a band practice in over a month. What the fuck is this shit? Hopefully we don't quit, but if we do, I'm sure we'll reform in some form or another to bash out some tuneskis.
Well, that's it for now guys and dolls. See you around.
tata.
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