I've been unemployed for over 6 weeks now, and what I've noticed, is that despite doing virtually nothing, I've been rushing through life. I walk around town as if I have something I'm late for, I run for the train, even though it would make no difference if I took the next one or the one after that. I'm always feeling rushed, and in tern stressed about it, and I can't seem to figure out why.
The more I think about it, the more I blame it on technology. I always have my blackberry in my hands, looking at what time it is, and how much time has passed. How long till the next train, or that show on tv starts?
Also, I think I might be going through Waterton withdrawl, when you could tell relatively what time it was by the sun. And you're only clue of what time it was, related directly to those who had to work in the morning.
And even now, I sit in am empty theatre eating my popcorn and having time to myself, like truly. And yet my thoughts are spinning about how long it's gonna take me to get home and change before I go out for the night. And how long I can stay out before I have to get up tomorrow morning. But right now, my only worry is eating this popcorn. And posting this blog later.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
No thanks, I'll just stay sober.
Alright, alright, so with my past experiences of dancing on cars and seeing every live musical act that came to town, and now with my backyard fires and power hours, I know that you'd roll your eyes when you saw the title of this blog, but it's actually true.
Let's remeniss, shall we? I was the summer of my sweet 16 when I took daddy's car, and credit card and drove to Sarnia for an outdoor concert. I saw the band I was there to see and to this day, I have the video that I reorded "freaking out" cuz the band said they'd come back to my hotel room to "party" (this is also how my "groupie" title began). On the video the band asks what I drink, and my response is "I don't know" Beer? "I have no idea.
These "rockstars" came to my hotel room and I tried my hardest to stomach the beer they gave me. I got 1.5 bottles in, trying ever so hard to look cool. But soon after, got buzzed and gave up.
Years went by and I always found myself in situations when free beer was involved. High school bush/basement parties, music festivals, backstage at many a show... and eventually I stopped trying to stomach it. I remember volunteering for NXNE or CMW in Toronto and going to the after-party with a hand full of "beer" tickets - saying I would stay sober instead of drinking that shit.
And up to and including this past weekend, it still happens without fail. I ran CityChase, ran hard and tried hard on Saturday, and just wanted a shot afterward - but was offered free beer instead. Free beer. "No thanks, I'll pay the $7 for Jack instead" If I have to drink beer, I'd rather stay sober.
Let's remeniss, shall we? I was the summer of my sweet 16 when I took daddy's car, and credit card and drove to Sarnia for an outdoor concert. I saw the band I was there to see and to this day, I have the video that I reorded "freaking out" cuz the band said they'd come back to my hotel room to "party" (this is also how my "groupie" title began). On the video the band asks what I drink, and my response is "I don't know" Beer? "I have no idea.
These "rockstars" came to my hotel room and I tried my hardest to stomach the beer they gave me. I got 1.5 bottles in, trying ever so hard to look cool. But soon after, got buzzed and gave up.
Years went by and I always found myself in situations when free beer was involved. High school bush/basement parties, music festivals, backstage at many a show... and eventually I stopped trying to stomach it. I remember volunteering for NXNE or CMW in Toronto and going to the after-party with a hand full of "beer" tickets - saying I would stay sober instead of drinking that shit.
And up to and including this past weekend, it still happens without fail. I ran CityChase, ran hard and tried hard on Saturday, and just wanted a shot afterward - but was offered free beer instead. Free beer. "No thanks, I'll pay the $7 for Jack instead" If I have to drink beer, I'd rather stay sober.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Another Flashback
My good friend Army Guy took me out kayaking yesterday afternoon. It was a gorgeous day for it and I had an amazing time. I got to see the back entrance to Heritage Park, and while coming up with ridiculous stories about how we would storm the windmill throwing pebbles at it and spitting along the way, another past story of mine came to mind.
FLASHBACK: Some friends and I went to the Exhibition Place in Toronto for an outdoor concert. Edgefest is my best guess as to which one it was. We found a way to break in and see the show, as we had done it before (and at that point, I even knew some of the security, cuz they worked for more than one venue). The whole "getting into the gig for free" seemed a bit too easy for us, and so, we decided we wanted to go backstage. Conveniently, backstage was surrounded by water, as that's how the park is laid out. Impossible - nah. We ended up renting paddleboats, paddling over, then trying to ditch them, run up a hill and hop a fence. Meanwhile, musicians are watching and encouraging us.
Moral of the story: we got a slap on the wrist and a "stern talking to"... oh yah, we also met some bands... but then again, we did get kicked out of the park... and 15 minutes later, we snuck back in. Oh to be young again. I think there's a cartoon someone drew about this night somewhere...
FLASHBACK: Some friends and I went to the Exhibition Place in Toronto for an outdoor concert. Edgefest is my best guess as to which one it was. We found a way to break in and see the show, as we had done it before (and at that point, I even knew some of the security, cuz they worked for more than one venue). The whole "getting into the gig for free" seemed a bit too easy for us, and so, we decided we wanted to go backstage. Conveniently, backstage was surrounded by water, as that's how the park is laid out. Impossible - nah. We ended up renting paddleboats, paddling over, then trying to ditch them, run up a hill and hop a fence. Meanwhile, musicians are watching and encouraging us.
Moral of the story: we got a slap on the wrist and a "stern talking to"... oh yah, we also met some bands... but then again, we did get kicked out of the park... and 15 minutes later, we snuck back in. Oh to be young again. I think there's a cartoon someone drew about this night somewhere...
"Rebel - what?" then... and now.
So, the weekend just passed... and overall I had a very eventful and interesting time. So much so that I am sitting at home today, hurting - A LOT. My throat kills, my hands, arms, shoulders... fuk, everything hurts, I might as well have been in a boxing rink. But let's vaguely talk about the weekend, shall we?
Friday night I ended up downtown with a friends, having a couple drinks and hitting on a couple boys. This fun friend of mine however, LOVES talking to anyone... be it breakdancers on the streets, the fire truck driving by, and ALL police officers. Now, I tense up when cops come around... that warrant being out to get me and all. Punchline of this story: after making some policemen friends, I got a ride home in a cruiser... not because I was in trouble or anything, but mainly because I'm broke and didn't want to pay for a cab. And as I sit in the back of this police vehicle, voluntarilly, late Friday, I find myself talking shit about policemen and my past experiences with them, while biting my tongue as to not let on that there's a warrant out for me, and laughing my fuken head off on the inside, at this whole situation.
FLASHBACK: this same weekend, my friend Ellez who used to cause a ruckus with me when we were younger, tags me in a photo with the cops SHE made friends with years back. The story: we had gone to Sarnia, ON for an outdoor live show, having driven in a buddy's jeep which crapped out as soon as we got to an LCBO. Trying to have a good time, we drank our faces off from noon till 2am, hitchhiking our way through town and breaking into the outdoor gig. At 3am we were finishing off booze while waiting for CAA to drive us the 3+hours home with all of our "pooled" CAA miles. Cops come for a noise complaint, give the boys "drinking in public" charges, and flirt with the girls. Soon, my friends end up in the back of the cruiser, wearing handcuffs and taking breathalyzers for fun. I failed.
Though I didn't have a warrant out for me back then, it was still a very eventful time.
Friday night I ended up downtown with a friends, having a couple drinks and hitting on a couple boys. This fun friend of mine however, LOVES talking to anyone... be it breakdancers on the streets, the fire truck driving by, and ALL police officers. Now, I tense up when cops come around... that warrant being out to get me and all. Punchline of this story: after making some policemen friends, I got a ride home in a cruiser... not because I was in trouble or anything, but mainly because I'm broke and didn't want to pay for a cab. And as I sit in the back of this police vehicle, voluntarilly, late Friday, I find myself talking shit about policemen and my past experiences with them, while biting my tongue as to not let on that there's a warrant out for me, and laughing my fuken head off on the inside, at this whole situation.
FLASHBACK: this same weekend, my friend Ellez who used to cause a ruckus with me when we were younger, tags me in a photo with the cops SHE made friends with years back. The story: we had gone to Sarnia, ON for an outdoor live show, having driven in a buddy's jeep which crapped out as soon as we got to an LCBO. Trying to have a good time, we drank our faces off from noon till 2am, hitchhiking our way through town and breaking into the outdoor gig. At 3am we were finishing off booze while waiting for CAA to drive us the 3+hours home with all of our "pooled" CAA miles. Cops come for a noise complaint, give the boys "drinking in public" charges, and flirt with the girls. Soon, my friends end up in the back of the cruiser, wearing handcuffs and taking breathalyzers for fun. I failed.
Though I didn't have a warrant out for me back then, it was still a very eventful time.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Activities days
Hey everyone. Remember those times when I used to blog and it was awesome? Then remember the last few weeks when I became bitter and sheltered and uneventful, and wrote nothing? Well, I guess I just ran out of things to rant about, and am less opinionated than usual... Oh wait, that's not it. I have crawled into a bit of a bitter shell cuz of lack or a job and money ect ect, but I've found a distraction.
As I try to fall asleep, I think about how proud it makes me, that with the help of friends I managed to exceed my goal in gathering donations for the Underwear Affair - a walk/run that helps uncover a cure for cancers below the waist. It also got me thinking about what a great experience fundraising was.
With that, I have decided to continue getting out, trying new things, and meeting new people, especially with the promise of a great summer. So I propose this: on Wednesdays and Sundays, I shall be participating in activities days. Whether it be frizbee in the park, or a group trip somewhere random. I'm thinking 5-6ish would be fun, and after I announce an activity, I plan to do it with or without people (but with would clearly be more fun).
Now to think of a Sun/Wed activity: any ideas?
As I try to fall asleep, I think about how proud it makes me, that with the help of friends I managed to exceed my goal in gathering donations for the Underwear Affair - a walk/run that helps uncover a cure for cancers below the waist. It also got me thinking about what a great experience fundraising was.
With that, I have decided to continue getting out, trying new things, and meeting new people, especially with the promise of a great summer. So I propose this: on Wednesdays and Sundays, I shall be participating in activities days. Whether it be frizbee in the park, or a group trip somewhere random. I'm thinking 5-6ish would be fun, and after I announce an activity, I plan to do it with or without people (but with would clearly be more fun).
Now to think of a Sun/Wed activity: any ideas?
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