Who says you can't make up your own drama?

Backstory: As a new years resolution for 2010, I've decided to expand my social circle. The plan -2 phone numbers a week! As it's easier for me to flirt/befriend males rather than females, I now have a few "prospects" in my phone.

Wings: All I wanted to do last night was to go out for some wings at my neighbourhood pub. I txt'd my roommates, with no positive response... Txt'd C-Dawg, and got a "maybe". And therefore, I started txt'ing my "new friends". I sent a shout to the snowboarder I picked up the day before St. Paddy's, and to Superfly, whom I had met working over the weekend. I also txt'd ArmyGuy and HomesliceWButta'... But inevitably I ended up at the bar alone waiting for C-Dawg, and expecting only him.

**sidenote: snowboarder story: I had been in hanging with Girlie wandering around shops and getting our hair did in a kind of "girls day". I walked into a snowboarding shop thinking I should buy the overdue boots/binding for the board I got, so I could be a step closer to trying to learn hot to "shread". After flirting to get a good deal, and that not happening, I decided I'd be more likely to spend $300 on booze than a snowboard. And therefore I looked at the guy in the store saying "what time you drinking at tomorrow?" and after getting a response, closing the deal with "awesome, I'm down, what's your name and number?"**

The story: After a walk and a traveller, I sit down at the bar and shoot the shit with the barkeep who tells me I'm not officially a "loner" if I'm meeting someone. (Apparently I have to get stood up to get that nice title). Then a guy walks up to me, says hello as if he knows me, and taking off his jacket sits down beside me. I make small talk with him for 5mins before I realize it's "snowboarder guy". And after another 5mins of converstation, he says "I don't even know your name!" Who does that? Meets up with randoms whos name is not even common knowledge?

C-Dawg walked into the bar soon after, sitting down on the other side of me, converses a bit with my new friend, and orders a water. (Damn my friends are lame!) I'm on my 2nd drink by now and laughing to myself as the boys talk to me, and try to befriend eachother, apparently having skateboarded together before. As I'm fishing for things to talk about with the boy to my left (snowboarder) and sharing promo-work drama with C-Dawg to my right, I'm also txt'ing a guyfriend of mine.

The guyfriend, swings by the bar to say hello, seeing me with 2 guys he's never met on either side of me. I'm laughing even harder on the inside at my situation, and am now only paying attention to him, ignoring the boys to my sides. And as I decide to walk him out, stopping to makingout with him in the "hallway", Superfly and his friend walk in!

Haha, snowboarder and C-Dawg are now friends, me having left them alone for a bit, and Superfly and his friend are trying to establish themselves at the bar, walking over to talk to me periodically. I'm cramping up from laughing at the inside, and drinks and shots continue. The bartender starts to mention the multitude of boys sitting around me, and asking me who I'm going home with. Everyone puts their money on C-Dawg apparently ignoring the boy I was makingout with, but leave with C-Dawg I eventually do.

And after walking him to his place, I decide to find my own way home. No deal. After wanderings, I come to a dead end and decide that I'm not going to backtrack. There's a fence with a hole in the middle, and a huge field/hill on the other side. Sketchy to the normal person at 2am, but not I. I climb the "hill of death" (Prince of Wales reference) which leads to a bench overlooking the city, where I sit for a few minutes. Damn, I wish I had another traveller. After catching a wind and running down the other side of the hill, I followed the lights towards SAIT and found my way home, still laughing to myself about the night of drama that none of my female friends got to witness.

Lost in Anger and Frustration

Have you ever gotten yourself lost in someone elses drama? Ever woken up feeling beyond angry, and not knowing why? And then when you assess what the source of the frustration is, you realize that it has NOTHING to do with you? That's how I've been feeling the past couple days. Unable to control things that frustrate me, unable to make other people see my viewpoint on situations, and unable to make my friends happy.

Me, I don't like to lose. I don't like to feel out of control, and I hate feeling helpless. But there's only so much you could do before you do feel like you can't fix things, and that feeling drowns you inside. When I get to that point, I ALWAYS walk away. Although being unable to help kills me, sooner or later you have to cut your losses, acknowledge that things are out of your control, and walk away.

I thought about stuff that has to do with me the other day. I have no drama. Absolutely nothing. Not that has to do 100% with me anyway. And I think about myself a lot, so if there was anything drama-esque, I feel like I would've found it.
I tried to make some drama up. Pretend that there was a web of lies within my friends and that I was the naive stupid girl. Shit, maybe I'll be surprised and it'll turn out to be true. But then I was told "we'll cross that bridge when we get to it" and so I wait for "my drama" to unfold. I wait to find out about the wife/kids/dog that would blow my mind, and shock me.

I just wish I could pass along some of my boring contentment to others... without taking on their bullshit drama and heartache.
And those are my afternoon thoughts for today.

The Hierarchy of Friends.

*prefix* Whether you've ever met me/hung out with me/heard about me/or know me really, really well... you have to accept one thing about me, before any kind of relationship can develop. (well, you don't really have to, but if you don't, you will VERY quickly become frustrated and walk away. So why even bother?). I think I'm always right. Always. I love to argue and am willing to listen to/debate/be converted to your way of thinking, but since I am always right, chances of that happening is slim.

Because I can be overly-harsh with people, some assume that I don't think before I speak. Or that I don't consider the consequences of my actions. But I do. Always. And 99% of the time, I would not change those spoken words, or those committed actions... because they happened for a reason!

*the backstory* Let's rewind a couple of months to back when Not-N2 and I were still friends. Our most frequent argument was about the fact that "I treat different people different ways" and that "I would go out of my way to hurt some people more than others". I agreed with the first but disagreed with the second. I believe I could read personalities fairly well and since I like to test people, I always want to know how much of my "shit" people could handle, that's why I come across as mean. (Inevitably, I am who I am and can't stop everyone from crying about the things I say, but I'm okay with that)
The "treating people differently" I admit to doing. Everyone does it. Not-N2's argument was that it was "unfair", as if I should treat everyone exactly the same. Please tell me that you'd talk to your mother the same way you'd talk to your drinking buddy. Or to my boss the same way you'd talk to a 10year old bully. If you ever tell me that you treat your best friend the same way that you treat an acquaintance, or that you treat your boyfriend the same way you treat Joe down the street, I should introduce you to Not-N2, because I think that's a load of shit!

And now for a story of how another one of my friendships came to an 'end' because I didn't control my actions, or... just do what I was told! (The "happy couple" involved, will be referred to as 'her' and 'him')

*the story* Back in the city from a stressful work-weekend away, I'm in the car with 'her'. We're going to pick up 'him'. Everyone is exhausted and needing a "time out". Attitudes, like punches in a boxing rink are swinging at one another, and I've just decided that I've had enough of 'the happy couple's' shit for the weekend. If anything I don't agree with is spoken, I'm no longer "playing along", I'm no longer holding my tongue or being nice. I'm done!

So as we're driving to get 'him', my friend sitting in the driver seat, and me in the passenger, I'm the bitch that says "I hope he likes sitting in the back" while buckling my seatbelt. (some would say: "a mean thing to say" but (as my roommates pointed out) totally justifiable, since he's a boy, and I'm in the front seat to begin with). Asking me to get out and move to the back would be ridiculous, right? Apparently not. And therefore, I lose my shit! My anger is twofold:
1. When on the phone with 'him' my friend felt the need to give him a "heads up" about me sitting in the front (if that's not a girl screaming "please don't hit me!" on the inside, I don't know what is). Simultaneously, it's a slap in my face as she's just broken the friendship code. I had told her I wasn't moving no longer than 30secs prior. Note to self-she tells him EVERYTHING!
2. As we continue driving to pick the prick up, she looks at me with that doe-eyed look and says "can you please get in the back? I don't want to fight with him". (My response to this comes from a weekend of anger because of their fuked up relationship) Being a bitch, I ask in a "are you fuken-kidding-me" kinda yell: "Oh yeah? would you rather fight with me?" Then, I start up a screaming match of "mock" arguments between her and I, from her perspective (the girl he's gonna make cry at the end of the night) and mine (the frustrated friend that wants her to realize how far backwards she's bending over for the douchebag). I scream for 3minutes in a deafening manner with no response from her, hoping she'll get the picture and realize that I'm right. She asks me to switch seats. I ask her to pull over. The end.

*suffix* The Hierarchy of Friends works in different ways. Boyfriends can be more important than friends. But is the boyfriend #1? Would he sit in the front seat if your mother or grandmother was in the car? Don't get me wrong, people like the front seat, that's why "shotgun" was invented, after all. But we hit a whole new dynamic when you ask a person to GET OUT of the vehicle and SWITCH SPOTS on a car ride that will take less than 10mins, for no other reason then 'your bf will pick a fight with you'!!!
This blog is not about a seat in a car, it's actually about me being stubborn, and correct. (Haha, no.) I have my bullshit limit, the same way Not-N2 had hers. I could've kept my mouth shut on that ride home, done what my friend asked, and we'd still be on good terms. But I CANNOT justify being treated like shit, so that she could be nice to a boy that treats her like shit. Fine. From her perspective, the boyfriend is more important then herfriends, alright. But now she's gone and disrespected me, and I THINK that's not okay!
At the end of the day everyone chooses their battles. My friend chose not to fight with 'him' but rather me instead. Well, BRING IT! Because I don't regret my actions, and I do think I'm right.

Shoes?

prefix: I've had a few drinks last night, then hot tubed and gambled and drank and hot tubed, and then, well, eventually passed out. This morning wasn't a disaster or anything, but it was funny.

The conversation: Girlie & The Magician stopped by the my room early in the am. I opened the door (after putting pants on) and came out, wearing pants/tank top/barefoot.
Girlie (wearing socks): "Shoes?"
Me: No.
Girlie: "But, shoes!"
Me (looking down at her in socks and me barefoot): "No!"
Girlie (looking confused): "Will they let us into the restaurant without shoes?"
Me (shrugs): "I dunno"
Magician (frustrated): "Really Girlie, just used your words!, can Girlie get some shoes?"
Me (dumbfounded): "Oh, YOU want shoes".

This is how the conversation went in my head:
Girlie: hey, are you gonna wear any shoes?
Me: No!
Girlie: really, you're not gonna wear any shoes?
Me: You're not wearing any, neither am I.
Girlie: do you think we'll get in trouble?
Me: That's a risk I'm willing to take
Magician: For fuk sakes, give my gf some fuken shoes
Me: oh shit, YOU wanted shoes. Who knew.

the thought process in the morning was way too much to take.

The Makings of a Good Weekend.

I'm supposed to be working a Speedstick sampling promo in Calgary right now. Instead, I'm hanging out in Native-land, at a casino, where, at 1am, no one is gambling, but instead, everyone is sleeping. The O-town, S-Club7, B4-4 and Good Charlotte videos amused me for a while, but gimme a break, something has to be going on around here.

As BabyMama gets some money for covering my ass under the table for this weekend, I will be giving out food with the Magician, who's already gotten me to run errans for him, and Girlie, who thought it was a good idea to wear heals to the ski hill... amongst others.

The hot tub chill sessions are rather amusing, and I guess the waterslide doesn't hurt, but overall the day's been uneventful and therefore I'm trying to start up some drama for none-other than my amusement.

Beefs:
-who the fuk wears high heels to a ski hill?!? For a girl who doesn't appreciate being called "Girlie" on my blog, or at least denies (for the most part) being one, this is fuking ridiculous. I might as well have worn sandles out here and then looked shocked when people made fun of me! -Mr. Cool, if you can't afford the bad habit, fuken quit! No one tells you to smoke, and having someone else buy your cigarettes for you is gheyness. As the roomie just bitched about that to your gf, I find it hillarious that less than 48hrs later, you asked for the cigarettes. At least Boss-man humoured you. That was nice of him.
-The fact that someone calls me at 8am and requests that I work that weekend frustrates me to the equivalent of a boy calling at 3am to get some ass. I said yes, I always do, but I am aware of my stupidity.
-And the room situation ended up giving me a choice. Like a 'which is worse' statement going through it over and over in my head, is what that was. I chose the one I could argue with, without it resulting in tears. We'll see if drama follows. (to be continued...)

-At least Jack's cool. (Yah the one everyone's thinking of, though he shows up sporatically) but the other one as well. I found out that we have common-opinions, and therefore am amused.
-And the green dye still on my hand from the night before still puts a smile on my face. But at the end of the day, I can't complain for being in the mountains and getting paid for it!

Excitement.

I am so excited for a month from now. A Toronto-based friend might actually come to visit! Drinking, partying, and roadtrips? Roomie, Blogger, you're invited!

Creativity.

One of the reasons I'm obsessed with acoustic guitar - is because I can't do it. I mean, there's a lot of things I don't know how to do: fix cars, cook, be nice... but musicians impress me just because they're using their creativity and so many other people have access to it. Even if I were to ever write lyrics for a song, I'd need someone with an acoustic to add a melody for me.

So with a flashback to my Energy Radio days, in part created by a boy that was in town this last week for the autoshow, I remembered about my parodies. My song lyrics written to other artists melodies. And here are my masterpieces, for your entertainment.

"Leaving in my Green Jeep" -Written to Leaving on a Jet Plane, John Denver
Well my bags are packed and I'm ready to leave,
I'm in my Jeep and waiting for Steve,
I hate to stay in town when we should drive.
But the clock is ticking, we're running behind
I'm getting restless, wish time could rewind,
If I don't fall asleep we might survive.

So don't bug me or frustrate me
Tell me that you'll drive for me
Don't play me mellow music, cuz it's slow

Cuz we're leaving in my Green Jeep
that's prolly where we're gonna sleep
Dude, our roadtrips are fuuuuuuuuuk'd

There's so many times you've pissed me off
and so many times I've had enough,
but we get through that fine and be on our way...

Cuz we're leaving... in my Green Jeep....
this song was written about my friend Stevo and I who used to go on many roadtrips to see punk rock shows together... but personality clashes and his lack of standard-vehicle-driving-ability, smoking habits, and hungriness, always lead to arguements

"Hurt Like Hell" -Gives you Hell by All American Rejects
struttin down the street bet they hurt like hell, bet they hurt like hell
cute, but your poor feet bet the hurt like hell, bet they hurt like hell

when you find a pair that doesn't kill, better treat them well
the best of luck, nice shoes all suck,bet they hurt like hell

you go out in the evening,with excitement in your eyes
but deep down you know it's lies
and you keep always wondering,if it's weakness this implies
wonder if it ends in cries...

but honestly you don't care...
but actually you're lying...

struttin down the street,bet they hurt like hell, bet they hurt like hell....
I'm not a tomboy, and I do like pretty girl shoes, but inevitably, my opinion lies in the "if you can't jump a fence in them, I don't want to be wearing them" mentality, so this song is about the pretty shoes girls wear

"My Life, Your Joke" -to RothKungFu by the Salads
Got me a coke in my hand,
been here longer than planned
and I can't figure out how to phone a friend.
busy airport, is really just kickin my ass
got some JD with me, but some ice would be nice.

Now the warning announcements annoy me,
and the crying of kids, it destroys me
the cold metal seats don't console me,
but the rules of my travels control me!

Fuk off, and let me sit here, sing my tune
Fuk off, shoulda been in Athens 1/2 past noon
Fuk off, let me sit here drink my coke
don't piss me off, I'll make you choke,
It's my life, but it's your JOKE!
written while stuck at an airport in one of my European travels and being miserable about it. Drinking helped though.

"The Diddy" -I Touch Myself by the Divinyls
and this, is my latest creative entry.
You love yourself, you want me to love you
when I'm feeling down, it's cuz I'm around you
I hide myself, don't want you to find me
Note sure why I'm with you, why don't you remind me?

I'd rather have, anybody else,
Cuz when I think about you I CUT myself.
I'd rather be with, anybody else.. woe......

You're the one, that makes me leave running
You're nagging me, all the time
When you're around, we're always fighting
Wish I could change your kind.

I leave your side, the phonecall is from you,
Think you woulddie, if I were to ignore you,
Anyone could tell, that you're desperate for me
Get down on your knees and clean my house for me...

I'd rather have, anybody else, cuz when I think about you I CUT myself...

I encourage everybody to youtube all these videos to listen to the original songs, otherwise my creative play on words isn't nearly as amusing!

Investigated for Fraud.

Sigh. I'm semi-tired... wrapping my head around having the next few days off again, which is hard after a busy few days of work. I can't just switch my motivation switch on/off like that. But at least I'm conditioning my body to lie next to someone elses while I sleep. It'll take a few more weeks, but 1/2 sleep is better than no sleep.

And as I was having a good morning, I got the most disturbing phonecall of life, almost. It ranks up there with the "family issues" phonecalls I get from my mother, and the time I was calling Sophie to bail me out of a bad situation in Europe, only to discover the car had been crashed into. I got a phonecall from the president of one of my favorite promo companies, letting me know that I had cashed a re-issued cheque twice and was now going to be investigated for fraud.

I could be investigated for a lot of things. How genuine I am or if I truly have a heart of stone. Whether I don't mean anything I say... but fraud is absurd. I guess people who are close to me might know that, but the president of some big company doesn't give a shit.
And while being brought to tears on the phone getting reemed out for it, I still couldn't wrap my head around cashing two I identical cheques. I was mistaken... it did happen. Whoops.

I guess I do have to leave the house to fix these money issues this afternoon... and tell the company once again that it was a mistake and I am really really sorry, though I still don't recall doing it. Fuck! and I was having such a good day!

Random thought.

Today after my 12hr shift at work, I went to bartend a house party with girlie. At set party, a girl commented: "I wish lemons didn't have seeds in them. They're so awesome, but then the seeds ruin everything!"

Now, if you know me at all. I eat lemons and lime whole, as if it's nobodys business. That's my thing, it's what I do, and I love it. But it got me thinking... if we could get seedless watermelons and seedless grapes and seedless mandarin oranges... why the fuk can't we get some seedless lemons.

I think I have a new beef with this. That's my random 4am thought. Tomorrow at work is gonna suck balls!

Running around.

It makes me so tired when I give everything to do a really good job at a promo. On my feet all day, talking non-stop, exceeding number expectations... and when I stop, the adrenaline kicks in and I can't stop. I ran to the grocery store after my 11hr day today. Then ran home, and kicked it Ashley styles... tostito party by myself (jalepenos included) with a JD and coke, while sitting at the computer answering work emails.

I ran in the kitchen from the fridge to stove to unpacking groceries to making myself a drink and feeding the cat.
And once I start working, I don't know how to say no to work (ask those closest to me for details. And therefore I am entered in for a 16hr day tomorrow, and another long day on Monday.

Woe is me... until payday comes.
Time to chug my drink, shower, and head'er to bed.

how?

can you ever be upset if you just found a new favorite song that's been on repeat for the last hour and will prolly continue to be for the next 2 months?

you cant!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiRmd0dgRwc

Buzz'd Ramblings

I think one of my favorite things in life is how the little things in your day could make it amazing.

Hearing from a boy you haven't spoken to in a while, and him making the initiative to talk to you.
Mocking a boy from back-in-the-day at how much of a loser he used to be.
Making a friend uncomfortable by beating them at their own game.
Hearing a new song that's gonna make the rest of your month, let alone night.
Being promised a favour that you've been keeping your fingers crossed for.
Anticipating impromptu hangouts.
Having a drink in your hand while being on detox, and therefore feeling like a rebel.

I though my day at work made today gheyness to the extreme, just being unaccustomed to it, but after 10pm, the luck of the night could definitely change.

Hardcore.

I was more hardcore when I was 19.

For those of you who don't know me very well, I liked to think I was a rebellious teenager. (Not really) I had a great relationship with my parents, was a spoiled daddys girl (and still am) and got to do whatever I wanted. My grades were fine and I always had a job to support my concert-going activities, but I never had to explain things to anyone. I wanted to be 19 forever... and was from the ages of 18 (ever since I got various fake id's to see more concerts) to 22. I never thought the whole 21 year old thing was important, because most of the shows I was in the US weren't in bars anyway. This is the way I liked it.

I'd stay up till all hours of the night, ending up anywhere and everywhere my friends would agree to come with me, but the nights weren't overly drunken... just good buzzed times. I would leave the house on a Friday night and end up in Montreal and Detroit in the same weekend. Sleeping in my jeep and partying on the roof of it.

I had recently quit the army reserves, which in my mind made me 'hardcore' and I didn't take shit from anyone, but also didn't get into any fights. And as I got older, continuing to drink my way through college, I decided that freedom was at my fingertips and Alberta was just 4 provinces away.
*Sidenote* My friend Bradley told me once "You know how they call really fat guys 'slim' and bald guys 'hairy'? Well, I'm gonna call you HARDCORE... cuz you ain't!" I adore that quote.

I could've continued with the party lifestyle having bummed from summer resort to ski resort doing random hospitality jobs, but inevitably, after scaring myself with an impromptu trip to Europe, I settled in Calgary, where I've lost my buzz. The night life isn't what I remember it being, and there's not enough cities in the vicinity for me to drive to overnight and find the party. Plus, finding people that have nothing going on in their own lives to follow me around is becoming increasingly more difficult as I, and in tern the people I hang out with, get older and "mature".

Instead of weekend trips to Montreal for a punk rock show, I find myself planning in advance to fly back to Europe for a month long drinking session. And although I don't loathe this city, it seems that it takes more alcohol than it used to, to have a decent time. That may also be due to my increased alcohol tolerance. I guess that would eventually happen.

So with hopes that after the next 2 months of "work", I'll have some stories to tell, I'm going to encourage everyone to break into a swimming pool/hot tub. To put some duck tape on a train cart (real vandalism is mean), or hop a fence and go sledding down the waterslides. But if not, come May, I'm gonna think us up some hardcore adventures! (and stay tuned for pics)

Just another Sunday.

It's 5pm and I find myself sitting on a cement barrier, downtown on 17th Ave with my roomies. There's a flast of JD in my inside jacket pocket and spiked bottles of pepsi in our hands. We are waiting for nothing, just sitting there observing the happenings around us, and laughing our heads off.

The pub to the left of us (the Ship & Anchor, one of my favorites) is overflowing with people. It's a sea of red and looks like they've crammed everyone they could onto the patios, like squishing double the amount of people onto the set of bleachers. And it's so loud. Everyone is yelling nonesence and cheersing or high-fiving each other. And this continues for hours. We started our drinking a bit late, probably a half hour before sitting in set location, and we cannot be as rowdy as the general public, most of whom have been going hard since 1pm - after all, it is a Sunday. And with a straight line of thought, we can't justify waiting in line to get onto a patio, and waiting 2 hours for a beverage, when we could drink for free right next to it.

After a couple minutes, a line up of police officers line the streets, all taking their job somewhat too seriously, not letting people run into traffic to high 5 eachother. Such party poopers, it's not like the traffic was moving anywhere. We're amused by the drunkards that think they could walk by the officers and cheers them, or encourage them to high-five; and then there's those crowds of friends who just jump onto the street and get someone else to snap a picture. But the cops are not amused, standing there stone faced, not answering any questions, as if they're guarding the royal palace.

And when the bagpipe guy full out dressed in a kilt and started playing music, not only did a few "jigs" break out with everyone thinking they knew how to dance, but we got a very well-sung drunken rendition of "Oh Canada" on top of it. The party continued everytime new people walked by and heard the music. At one point in time, I thought the marching band of Calgary was heading out way, but it was just some guys with one of them old drums, dancing down the streets.

And in Canadian-Sunday-night tradition, our riots were always tame. We saw one guy that looked like he got arrested, but having made friends with him a few minutes later, found out that the cops must've been bored when they ran after him after he jumped OUT OF the Ship&Anchor patio after trying to sneak in. They gave him some bullshit ticket for disturbance or something, but he was happy with that, having had weed on him and being let off on that charge. The deal was that he go home instead of continuing to party on the streets, but everyone knows that was not going to happen.
That was the closest we saw to a fight. Everything was pretty friendly. Everyone was high-fiving everyone. When someone bumped into me, the words exchanged were "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that", "No, it was my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going" then some more high-fives and a continued walk down the street.

It took almost an hour to walk from one side of 17th to the other, pubs full of people and cops lining the streets. It's like the color red threw up in all of Calgary, but the roomies and I, having been rebels, weren't participating (so LAME, we should've thought ahead). Among other sights, Army guy saw a female officer, holding a beer in her hand, yelling for some chick to flash the crowd, Canadian KISS made an appearance, and my kindred spirit saw how many times he could walk by the police with a bottle of Jack in a white bag, eventually failing.

But my favorite memory of the night was when a crackhead walked up to the guy standing beside us, and asked if she could bum a smoke. The guy smiled looking at her, saying "no, but you could have this beer" taking it out of his pocket and giving it to the woman. That caused laughter for a good few minutes from us.

Canada won gold. And though I had no-voice, having been sick. And didn't get overly intoxicated, having had to work earlier that day, it was definately a sight to see, and I will remeniss of our Sunday-17th-hangouts for a while.

Screwed up Times.

Go figure. Yesterday at this time I was just waking up to go out on the town for some adventuring. Today I'm just getting home. Apparently Avatar is still a popular movie choice, though the prices are ridiculous and the popcorn sucks... not to mention the line ups. But hey, I went and saw this talked about movie, wore the 3d glasses and everything, and wasn't super lame on a Saturday night... though we could all agree that there's better things I could've done.

And as I stay in bed until 4pm and then stay out till 2. Or go to bed at 10, and then wake up at 2, only God knows how next week will be dealt with, when I'm expected to be places at certain times for this thing the regular folks call "work".

I thought once that the whole world should just wake up and hang out at night and sleep during the day. This was a brilliant idea it seemed like to me, until someone pointed out that before the times of electricity, it was just more convenient to be awake when it was light out. Later on in life I learned that the sun is indeed your friend, in times when you're hitchhiking through Europe and don't necessarily wanna deal with the psychos that come out at night. Or when you're hiking up a mountain alone and don't bring a flashlight, then panic when nightfall comes. And though I will never be the person who will wake up in the early am by choice, I can't continue being the person that leaves the house at ridiculously wee hours in the morning.

So what do you think the chances of me going to bed and getting up before noon tomorrow are? I'm still gonna go with: slim to none.

2am Randomness

I ask you this as I sit here shocked at 2am:
What does it take to get a completely content girl out of her warm bed at 2am? Apparently not much.

Detox has had it's affect on me. That's right, our household has once again turned lame. The roomies and I are in bed by like 10 or 11ish pm. I thought it was just a "during the week" type of thing, since everyone besides myself has "real jobs", but I was incorrect. Friday night comes rolling around, and with the one roomie being under the weather and the other dreaming of early hiking adventures, there's only so many hours of lame tv I could watch before I figure it's just easier to read a chapter of my book and then pass out hoping for better days. I do that fairly often when I'm bored, just go to sleep. My dreams keep me amused and not having to deal with how uneventful my life has become keeps me at a good medium.

So when I get a txt at 1:30 waking me up from my content-state-of-rest, it takes all of nothing to get me to put some clothes on and wait for something eventful to occur. I feel like my 3 hours of rest will keep me going if I was gonna end up at a party, but in a detox-coma, that probably shouldn't happen. The best part of this whole story is that I didn't even think twice about rolling out of bed to get picked up by randoms. It's like a flashback to all my booty call days: could you tell boys've treated me like gold? So ignoring the infamous statement of "nothing good happens after 2am" I am going out... what's the worst that could happen? I'll have something to write about?

Failure

Although I'd like to think I fail at very few things in life (that's one of the reasons I'm so incredibly awesome), I have to acknowledge the fact that sometimes my laziness does get in the way of my accomplishing a few minor goals.

I don't have $10,000 in my bank account, and daddys car is yet to be returned to Ontario, though that's been the plan for over a year now. I haven't gone skydiving... which, when it does happen is gonna be epic beyond belief... and it better fuken be, as I've been building this trip up in my head for like 5 years. I have yet to get a real job, learn to snowboard, and hitchhike across Canada... but in my defense, I've done a lot of awesome stuff in the meantime, and therefore and oh so happy with myself to ignore the things that I have not accomplished.

Therefore I acknowledge that sometimes I do fail. Not at life or anything, just on the things that I'm too lazy to think about at set moment. In particular, this post is referring to my lack of blogging for the roomie; as when she sits at her desk on her lunch hours, she checks to see if I had anything to say, and with my busy schedule of sleeping, and, well, more sleeping, I've been too destracted to crawl on up to the laptop and write her a 'blip'. (Had my laptop been newer, with an undead battery, or I didn't have my "desk" set up in our livingroom, I'd consider taking it into bed with me and writing so much gibberish, people would get so bored they'd stop reading this all together [is it working yet?] but that's not the case). So in conclusion, I promise to try harder.