bang bang

I'm now officially out of my parent's basement. And finally have internet! We had to wait until our next pay period to get that all hooked up. So yeah. It's all been going pretty sweet with these boys. Right now, we're doing what we do most nights and just all chill together. Ryan in his lazyboy, Troy between us playing a computer game and me on the corner of the futon with my computer. Passing bongs around is easier when you're all semi close together.

I got home tonight at 8:30. I stayed an extra half an hour at work just because we got some radical now product in at the flower shop. But I stopped off at Coop on the way home and got some apples, oranges, and nectarines because Ryan had asked me to pick up some fruit on the way home. So I get there and Kiara was awkwardly squished between Cody and Joel on the futon. Darren was in my blue chair and Ryan and Troy were in their usual spot. I had a good talk with Kiara in the kitchen, and a good cuddle with Cody while I ate Kraft Dinner.

Now, I'm going to have a smoke, watch some TV, and go to bed.

Woke up with a definate scratch in the throat and all stuffed up. Crap. I hate being sick.

So it was an interesting weekend.

Friday, after work, I went over to Cody's and played poker with all the boys. I swear I'm the only girl who knows how to play poker. Even then, I don't know how to play well but my total randomness threw off the boys. I wasn't out first but I wasn't last. Cody had gone out and bought 42 beers thinking there would be some for Saturday. I think there were maybe 3 left in the morning that he'd hidden. When we went to bed, I got one kiss goodnight and then he rolled over and went to sleep. We was also snorting coke all night. again. This beginning to be a bit of a habit for him. I'm not down with dating a coke head. I woke up at 7 in the morning extremely hung over and angry. If I knew I was only going to get one kiss, I would rather drive home and crash in my own bed. I went home and slept a little longer before I went to work. I texted Cody saying that. He didn't reply. After work I went home and changed and had a bite of dinner. At about 5 to 7, Troy texted me saying they were all leaving at 7. Nice. So I went down there and we all dropped acid and were finally out the door at about 8. We decided it would be fun to take the bus up to the far northeast of the city when we live in the far southeast. We got to downtown and all of us couldn't take it any more. We found some cabs and made it to the fireworks that absolutely blew my mind. There were so many people there too. Like, thousands. Jordan had to hold my hand because he was freaking the fuck out.
But it was a good night. I finally had to go to bed at 4 in the morning because I couldn't stay awake for any longer. It was good. And Cody and I had sex in the morning. That was great.

Yeah. 6 more days until I move in. Sweet.

Friday night is finally here. Of course, I have an hour and a half left of work, and I have to work tomorrow morning as well, but I still plan on having a good time tonight. Troy came by and we chatted all about flowers. I made Julie a bouquet of just a bunch of leftover flowers but it was huge. The card read "Our deepest sympathies" and Troy and I wrote "You have to live with stupid smelly boys" We're so funny.

So last night I went into my Starbucks. Apparently i was supposed to work at five that morning but I definately didn't and no one called me. I think because I handed my notice in, they assumed I just wasn't coming any more because today I was supposed to work at 5:30 in the fucking morning, but fuck that. I slept with the phone right next to my head just in case they called I didn't want my mom coming down and yelling at me to go to work. Yeah, they didn't call. I'm okay with this though.

Cody texted me at eight this morning though. I was kind of almost awake. You know that weird stage where you're not asleep but not awake? Well, apparently he's going to get tickets to the fireworks for tomorrow because they were rescheduled. That works for me because I thought about it and yes, I want to do acid and go watch the world fireworks championship. Yeah, it's going to be good. But tonight, I have no idea what we're up to. My boyfriend is on his way to pick up beer so I imagine just a shit load of sitting around. maybe watching a movie. I don't mind this because it means I won't spend money. Or at least that much. I can just get some beer for cheap after work.

bah. I want beer. And to not be at work any more. Oh well. Only a day and a bit before my day off. Whoot. I love Sundays.

I think I'm getting sick. I'm ridiculesly hot but the flower shop is one of the coolest places in the entire mall. yep. I'm getting sick. I'm coughing my guts out and I haven't even smoked that much pot over the last few days. Not cool.

So this Cody situation is really starting to get to me. He texted me last night asking what I was up to on friday because him and the boys were all going get fucked on acid and go see fireworks at globalfest here in Calgary. I said I wasn't sure because i work on Saturday morning so staying up until 5am probably wouldn't be the smartest choice. And honestly, I've done a lot of acid this summer. It's fun and all but excessive ammounts makes it just a regular thing. I love acid and don't want to do it so much that i don't appreciate the high when I'm on it. So he asked what I was up to tonight. I said I was having a quick dinner with the fam but nothing after. That's the last I heard from him. That was a perfect openning for him to say "Hey, do you want to come over and hang out?" But no. He's stupid like that.

So I fell asleep watching the olympics and had a good three hour long nap. I woke up when my buddy Colin texted me. He gave me money to buy him acid a few days ago but I've been avoiding going over there so I haven't gotten it yet, but I called my friend up at 11 because Cody would have long been in bed by then.

So tonight I'm supposed to go hang out with Bailey. I was supposed to chill with her Saturday night but I was a jerk and bailed on her. I just didn't pick up my phone when she called. I finally texted her yesterday saying I left my phone in Troy's car but that's a blatant lie. She's not done work until 9:30 though so after I'm done at the flower shop, I'm going to head over to my Starbucks and see if I have any tips and if I'm even on the schedule any more. I handed in my notice saying I could work until the 28th but I didn't show up for my last shift because they ignored my availability sheet so maybe they think I'm just gone. Honestly, that would be cool with me.

I'm hungry.

So I'm at work, but I'm done. The floors are swept and mopped. The only things left to do are to cash out the tills and bring in the table of plants in from outside and put the bouquets in the cooler. That'll all take approximately 20 minutes and I've got a good 45 more to go. This isn't fair.

So last night, after work I went to see Cody, but Laura phoned while I was on my way and convinced me that a drink or three before I went for a talk with him. So after I pounded a couple beers, I headed over to the BF's house. He was downstairs with his brother and Ryan watching Beowulf. I asked Ryan to shove over and instead of moving into the corner, he gave me this big smirk and moved closer to Cody leaving the space beside him open. So I sat cuddling with Ryan. Cody fell asleep during the movie so no chances for a talk were had. After the movie, I got a kiss goodnight and that was it.

So Ryan and I went to the liquor store Troy works at and we all drove to our house. We move in on sept. 1. so 12 more days to go. I'm so excited. So we went over there and sat in the backyard smoking some weed and discussing what we want to do to the house. For his birthday, Ryan's mom bought him a bunch of plates and cutlery. We've decided the first night will be our house warming party with all our friends and stuff but the second night we'll have all our parents over for a nice dinner so everybody can meet eachother. It's going to be sweet.

But last night when I got home, my mother was still up. Apparently, my sister was talking to my mother about Cody. Quinn called him a giant turd. But she's bitter about any relationship. My mother asked me if maybe the case was that he just wasn't that interested in me. That may be it. I get that feeling quite a bit, and that's a crappy feeling. God boys suck. Except Ryan and Troy. They're awesome.

So Friday morning before work I ran over to the mall to get something to wear for the night. It was Ryan's birthday (actually saturday was but we were going out friday) so I got a bitchin' black dress for eight fucking dollars. well, I found a gift card that had a bit left on it and it was 79 dollars knocked down to 50 but actually 25. yeah. sweet. I was an impatient douche and closed the flower shop an hour early just so I could run get a pair of shiny black stilettos. I've never owned shoes that pointy. I've had them that high, but not pointy. Anyways, so I run home to discover my parents were back from holidays. A day early of course so the house had been a fucking disaster but was immaculately clean when I walked in the door. The funny thing is my mother said nothing about it. So quick shower to shave all the important bits and out the door I ran. My dad was giving my fishnets the eye but he didn't actually say anything.

I had rushed out the door as fast as possible to just go to my boyfriends and sit in his garage smoking pot and waiting. We're always waiting for something there. Well, in the meantime, Cody procurred this stuff known as MDMA. Now, I've done extasy a few times and have not been impressed but hell. I was still angry at him from the last night but I was curious. So about an hour later we're finally on our way. I drove there no problem but I do believe my driving scares the boys. My spedometer doesn't work and I can proudly say with confidence I can drive my standard very well.

We got to Snatch (yes, that's the name of the club. lame I know.) And a kid I was in band with in high school now works as a bouncer there. "roid using idiot. We got a drink and did the wander all around looking for our friends. Well, we found them and a few shots of tequila later, I needed to dance. Troy did as well, so that was sweet. Cody danced a few times with me but it was kind of weird. Troy and I were absolutely throwing down on this floor to the terrible music but that didn't matter in the least. Troy was talking to these three girls at one point and I came up behind him. The girls pretty much made my night because they were ranting on how good and not slutty I looked (despite the fishnets) I looked like I was out there to dance but not degrade myself in any way. Sweet. I'm down for comments like that. So later on in the night, cody comes over to Troy, Ryan and I on the dance floor. The three of us were totally kickin' it all together. But Cody said they were leaving. I remember looking at Troy, looking back at Cody and saying I'd see him later. It was such a great night though. The best part about the drugs was I spent five hours in a new pair of really high shoes and didn't feel a thing. Good times though. Troy and I were both so excited that we've found our perfect dancing buddies.

We got back to Cody's house and they were all still up anyways. As soon as we got out of the cab, Darren (cody's brother) jumped in and went up north for a threesome apparently. He's such a whore. But sitting in his garage once again, I decided it would be a smart choice to chug the rest of a bottle of this smirnoff mojito shit. Goes down like pop. Thinking about it, I can't remember if Cody and I had sex that night.

So Saturday morning I rolled out of Cody's bed and walked to work. It was hell. I was exhausted, but I just did a bunch of easy shit like making water picks and delivery boxes. Troy went and got my car with Darren so he's my hero.

After work, I burned over to Cody's because Troy really wanted to do LSD and really when am I not down for acid. It was weird. We dropped (Cody, Troy, and I) and watched The Mist. Funny movie. When that ended, Ryan and Darren both decided they wanted to do it too. So we're all fucked on acid and decided we needed to go see pineapple express. So the five guys and me all piled into Nixon's VW golf. Troy had to go into the trunk because he was the smallest. He was so excited to go in it and by the end of the short drive couldn't wait to get out. Being on acid around people is so surreal. I didn't enjoy it. The movie was fucking rad though. I think I nearly died laughing a few times. We all bolted out after and caravanned back to Cody's house. We sat in the garage for a bit and troy, ryan, and I just couldn't stop laughing. Tears were pouring down all our faces and we couldn't breath and yet none of us knew what we were laughing about. I couldn't help think there will be so much giggling when we move out. So we all sat outside drinking beer watching the totally fucked up clouds and the full moon until 4 in the morning.

When we went to bed though, I got the feeling Cody didn't want to have sex. Yes, he was probably really tired but I was aching for it. I was not subtle in the least about it either. And yet, I barely got a reaction from him. After a bit of fooling around I went to get on top. It lasted approximately 30 seconds before it was all over. Lame. I'm not satisfied in the least. But really, how do I discuss this with him? He's a 19 year old teenage boy. Why doesn't he want to have sex? I'm so confused.

But yeah. Good drug filled weekend. I can't wait for the next.

Alright. So last night the crew all got together. The whole thing had a strange vibe about it. But, this was very likely the last time this summer that the crowd can all get together all at once to just chill at Filo's, drink beer, and eat wings. All the waitresses know us all by name and drink. But a bunch of them are leaving tomorrow at three in the morning to take the bus over to vancouver to see Radiohead. At the end of the month, Ali is going off to university in newfoundland. I'm glad she's going. This'll be good for her. Ty S. is going off to Kelowna for school. Nic to Vancouver. Alex back to Lethbridge. It's going to be weird having such a small group left over.

But today was a bad day because at around nine o'clock, I texted cody saying he should come down (all five blocks from his house) and I'd by him a beer. Well, no. He was too tired. He was just going to smoke more weed (which he'd probably been doing all night) and go to bed. I OFFERED TO BY HIM BEER. Stupid bastard. So I went home at around midnight. I openned the door and Quinn was standing there drinking our mother's wine. So we drove down to the liquor store and got a 1.5L of red wine. The whole time we sat outside chainsmoking, drinking, and talking. By two in the morning, I drunk/angry texted him. It said "okay well I'm finally drunk enough to say that I'm kind of upset. I had no problem with spending almost an entire week looking after your dog while you were away but you couldn't even come have a beer with me even when I offered to pay? I would have come pick you up if you wanted and dropped you off after but no. That's too much to expect I guess to get my boyfriend to come hang out with me. God knows I expect so much to be asked to come over instead of inviting myself over. well, have a good night my dear."

In the morning, I woke up to this message from him "sorry for not comin for a beer last nite I was super tired what are you up to tonite"

I said "I'm busy"

He said "That sucks give me a call when your not busy"

Anyways, so after everyone left the flower shop, we texted more together but that just made me angrier. I feel bad because I think customers could tell.

Ryan is my hero. I texted him asking if he could pick me up some weed because really, all I wanted to do tonight was get stoned and watch a movie or whatnot. He came and got some money, then longboared to his guy and back. I explained to him why I just didn't want to go to cody's. He totally understood. He was saying "I know he's my friend and all but he can be a fucking idiot sometimes." Aw. I love ryan. I'm stoked to move out with him.

yeah. at work again. They always give me a list to work on throughout the night. I finished my list at 2:00pm. leaving 6 hours of basically doing nothing but mundane tasks like making water picks. Good times though. At least once everyone leaves I can (within moderation of course) crank the music. I mean, the cd player is broken so I'm stuck with the radio but it's better company than most people.

So there was no partying last night. I finished up at work and headed home where I dozed on the couch while trying to get a hold of my bf. Stupid boy was taking a nap until 9:00. So we have this weird communication thing where we basically don't talk. Everything is through text message. So obviously not a lot gets said. Anyways, so he wanted to go see a movie. I inquired as to which movie and who all was going expecting in the least an invitation. Well, that didn't happen. Finally, I said I'd go. It was all implied through the texts but it's still kind of nice to not have to invite yourself over which I always have to do. So I picked him up around 10 and we went to see batman. Decent movie. There was some minor groping in the dark that after a while just got kind of annoying as I wanted to enjoy the movie, but whatever. So after, we stopped at wendy's and got some late night grub. I don't really like wendy's. But yeah. It was a decent night. I'm glad we didn't go out to a club. I would have been a mess at work today.

I don't know about this whole dating thing. Cody is honestly my first real boyfriend as lame as that sounds. We don't talk except through text messages. I have to invite myself over. Sex on a semi-regular basis is kind of nice but I want it much more often than he does which is really frustrating. I dunno. It's complicated with him though because to me, we've been in a relationship with him since about mid-december. Well, that's when we started fucking. But yet, this all feels really new. Almost uncomfortable. Is it worth it? I haven't decided yet. But now, with me moving in with his friends and all, now it's a tad bit more complicated.

He's fun. I like going out with him and the whole gang but that doesn't happen often. He's simple too. Easy to read. Really, the only things he gets excited about are pot, snowboarding in the winter, and longboarding in the summer. That's it. Maybe music on occasion. I remember Mitch telling me he's deeper than that. But that was months ago that he said that and no, I'm right. He's a simple boy.

Sweet. Time to cash out the tills and get the fuck out of here.

summer time at a flower shop is not the most eventful time of year. at least we have internet and such so I can surf the interweb. actually, I should be organizing all the various kinds of ribbon we have. I started but I just don't feel like doing it all again. I did that about two months ago and if everyone just put the goddamn ribbon back in the same spot, I wouldn't have to do it all over again. But I do. At least it's pretty quiet so I don't have to deal with customers.

So the bf came back from shambalah in one piece. sort of. his brain is slightly drug addled but there's no real dramatic difference. He's such a goof ball. I think I'm going to have to go next year. Everyone was saying I would love it. it's all my style. Modern day Woodstock was thrown around a few times. There's an after party at the hi-fi tonight that I want to go to. Well, I dunno. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get in since I didn't go to sham. I'd like to go out though. I'm sick of just working day in and day out. I want to go out dancing and shit. Get a little fucked up. Not a lot as I work tomorrow at noon but just a little.

There's a dilemma though because there's a meteor shower tonight. All night though apparently. All my other friends are going to be chilling at a play ground drinking their asses off and watching it. That could also be really fun. I haven't had a decent field party in a while.

Sweet. Only an hour and a half more of work to go.

So, i'm getting the feeling that my parents no longer want me in their house.
I say this because they just procurred a condo and asked me if it was possible for me to arrange for two room mates by Sept. 1. Hells yes I can find two friends to move out with.

Well, it was a little harder than imagined to get two willing partners in this. Origionally I asked one of my best girl friends Bailey to move in. She was incredibly excited about the idea. But then backed out a couple days ago. Boo. Now she keeps texting me and shit but really, I'm hurt. I don't want to talk to her. She was so excited with me to have her say no is a bit of a blow.

The third member was our friend Marc. My friend Ali's just recent ex boyfriend. Well, he was always kind of leaning on the no side of it but it was worth asking him. He came to check out the place but then didn't get back to me for a week so I figured it was a no go.

But I've been looking after my boyfriend's dog Shadow for a few days now while he's off being fucked on drugs at shambalah. I'm kind of jealous. But I've been hanging out with his friends Troy and Ryan. They're good guys. And both looking to move out in September. So this works. They're pretty stoked on it so I'm just praying to god that they don't just suddenly back out on me and I'm left with some strangers to live with.

But it's perfect. I'm two blocks away from work. Four blocks away from my boyfriend. I have to pass by a grocery store to get home from work. Troy and Ryan both have cars. I'm giving mine up because it's quite unnecissary. I also am finally quitting starshmucks... again...

I was origionally on the computer looking up bills and shit but now I'm just procrastinating. but yes. whoot moving out in 20 days.

So there's a boy.
An actual boy. Not just another boy to toss me around.
Well, sort of anyways.
His name is Cody.

It's getting complicated though.
Last Wednesday, I finally decided I needed to ask what really was going on.
Through texting.
Yeah.

Well, so I casually slipped it in.
Basically, this is how it went down.

me: How's life?
c: Good. How're you?
me: oh good. so I was out with my friends last night and they asked about us. Honestly, I didn't know what to tell them. What is going on with us?
c: This is the way I see it. I like hanging out and sleeping with you but I don't see it going much beyond that.
me: *a good two hours later* I don't think I can handle that. I can't deal with a pseudo relationship.
c: what does pseudo mean
me: in this case, not really real.

and I didn't get a reply.
so I went out and got really drunk and danced.

Friday night, I was closing up at the store and bailey sent me a text message saying the boys were going to a rave and wanted to know if we wanted to come. Fuck that. I spent the night with bailey in her hot tub and watching dumbo. I had totally forgotten the part about half way through when it gets fucked!

Okay, so last night Bailey and I started our night at our friend Brian's house getting good and drunk as we played monopoly. Eventually, the novelty of monopoly wore off so Bailey and I headed over to the boys place. I was good and fucking drunk.

I ended up stumbling up to Cody's bed.
I shouldn't have.
Yeah.

I'm. I don't know.
Really, I do. Hash does weird things to do.
But I feel like doing something. I want to write some sort of literary masterpiece. Right here.

Maybe I'll just start with my week.

My good friend, Whitney came down with something last Tuesday and has been stuck in bed with a bad cough and a fever. She keeps texting me with things like I'm Sik. Now, what can I do to make her unsick. I can't give her a magic pill that will make this cold go away. Know what she should be doing? Drinking lots of water, sleeping a lot and eating regular healthy meals like fruit every now and again. But she's probably not doing any of that. I'm all for her and her "vegetarian" goals but a girl can't live off poutine alone. You might have to throw in a glass of milk or something in there before your bones become more brittle. God. Go eat a fucking steak. If you want to live a healthy veggie lifestyle, you have to compensate by actually eating good food like salad.

Yesterday, at work she wanted me to call her so I informed her I'd call her on my break. I call and she says "I'm watching a movie and can't talk" and hangs up on me. Thank you my dear. I'm sorry I won't become another one of your lap dogs that runs when they're beckonned. You know I'll always be there. I will call back. But sometimes things like work perhaps? I guess you don't really know what that is but it's what it's name is. Work.

Wow. Okay. So there's dearest Whitney.

I started off this week on Monday really when Mitch and I drank. My boyfriend Jim Bean came along. Well, I pounded the J.B. Mitch had a few beers. Anyways, I fell in a bathtub. Not a full one, but I fell down over it in the bathroom. Mitch says he made nacho's and I had about two of them. I do not remember this. I also apparently poked him in the eye right after the nachos. I also do not remember this. But, I woke up in my own bed on time for school so it was okay. I wasn't really hung over either. A bit, but not as badly as I should have been.

Fridays are good days.

Classes are only an hour long and I only had one class first period. So, after math class, I went outside just as Lloyd was walking by. I like that kid. He's got the whole British punk thing going on that I find really attractive. Anyways, so we crossed the street to go have a smoke and Mitch and the rest of the boys were there. I turn to Mitch and said "I want a beer." So Mitch and I went off to the local liquor store and bought a 15 of Pilsner. I got a hat too which I've been wearing ever since. We sat on the bleechers where we've all tagged and drank. We walked back across the street to the back of the parking lot where we met up with everyone and they thought I was a fucking saint because I handed out beer. The constable came by but we'd all pounded them and ditched the cans. The bell rang and I stayed out with Bailey and Dallas in the sun. Mitch and Tyler came out for a quick smoke. God, Tyler is attractive. So I ended up going to Mitch's where he taught me how to play poker and I got smashed. Everyone else was apparently drinking at this bridge in this park by our houses and I really wanted to go but Mitch, Bailey, and Jason all wanted to watch Maverick instead. It sort of pissed me off so I left at 11.

But last night.

I picked up Chris after work and we drove down to our houses. The boy broke a mirror and has had nothing but bad luck since. The lawn mower broke too and was late meeting me. But we drove to my place where I dropped off the car like the good girl I am and we proceeded to walk down the hill to Marc's place. As we were crossing a street, Chris' vodka bottle fell out of his coat pocket and smashed. He almost cried. Instead, I bought us both a 40 of rum. We went to Marc's and cracked it but Marc's dad came home and Marc informed him he was moving out shortly. The rest of the guys and I all decided then was a good time to leave. We walked to Stephan's. On the way, we keyed cars, kicked some mirrors off cars and I tried giving them girl advice. It's strange being the only girl in a group of guys.

Eh. I'm bored of this. I'll finish my weekend later.

When did I turn into a metal-head?
I'm not sure, but it's fucking awesome.
I was so bummed out yesterday because one of my favourite bands of all time was coming and I didn't have a ticket. I hadn't bought one because my friend promised she'd get me one. Yeah, that didn't work and the show was sold out. It was really bad. While walking into my house at five, my favourite song (Blood is Thicker Than Water) came on my ipod and I almost cried. At that second, Mitch phoned me. "Do you have $50?" I nearly cried again I was so happy. So I got a ride to the train station and waited there for one group of my friends. Whitney and Vrej told me they had been discussing how crappy it was that I hadn't been able to come. So we (Whitney, Vrej, Dallas, Chris, and me) all waited for a good half an hour for Mitch, Julian, Vrej's little bro Daril, Amanda, Paula, and some other chick. Amanda was the one who had the extra ticket. So we all piled onto the train and at the next station Ali, Marc, Tony, Bailey, Marc's little sister, and a few more people. This train car was full of scary metal-head kids yelling "BLS! Fuck Yeah!" at everyone.

We got to the show and all ran out for a smoke/chug a beer before the show started. I'm not sure who openned, but they were pretty good. I got into the mosh for a lot of that with Ali. I swear we were the only girls in there. So that ended and we all went out for another smoke break only to realize almost all of us had broken our smokes in the mosh. Major bummer but whatever. We went back in because we thought BLS was starting. Not so much. We stood there for what feels like an hour. Ali and I went back to where we were near the front. The music hadn't started and everyone was pushing and the mosh was behind us. Again, the music hadn't started. I was getting too tired fighting the crowd so I ran back to Whitney and everyone else standing near the middle. Suddenly, Patsey Cline's Crazy comes on and everything goes black. A random guy grabbed my hand and started dancing with me which was weird but nice. His hair was long and black and he had really broad shoulders. Then there was Zakk Wylde. He's so fucking epic. He came out in the whole leather look with a fan going so his hair was flying away from his face. That had definate cheese potential, but he rocked it making it look like he was some sort of leather-clad, thick bearded archangel. I stood with Whitney and an incredibly drunk Bailey but I couldn't see. I was holding Vrej's coat for him while he was moshing but I handed it to Whitney saying I'd be back in a few minutes. Nope. Didn't see her again till after the show. But again. He's so goddamn epic. I couldn't get close enough to him despite pushing as hard as I could. I was eventually about third row but it's hard to tell because everyone is pressing against you and your smashing into the guy in front of you. I'd look over every now and again and see Chris covered in sweat right next to me or Vrej. I was sweating profusly too but more just getting covered with sweaty boys. Every now and again, the crowd surfing security would get pitchers of water and pour it into everyone standing there open-mouthed. But no. I was in rapture, soaking wet, in pure awe the entire time I was there. The Dime tribute was awesome. My friends and I were the ones that started the Dime Bag chant right in the middle almost at the front. God. It was awesome. Amazing.

Once we got out, I saw Julian. He'd been kicked out after the third song. Apparently, he hit a girl, then two security guards and it took a third to throw him out. I know he was intoxicated but not that bad. He definately didn't deserve to be kicked out. Poor guy. I feel so bad for him. Paula lost her cell phone too. The only bad part about the show was after it. Julian had been kicked out, I'd ditched Whitney, Paula was spending the night at Mitch's which Bailey was pissed about, Tony got pissed off because people reminded him of the fact that he'd been kicked out of Sabbath a few weeks ago, everyone's smokes were broken blah blah blah. I hate drama. I'm just so goddamn sick of it. So instead of going to Whitney's with Vrej, Chris, and Bailey or going to Julian's with him, Mitch, and Paula, I went home, showered, ate, and went to bed.

Goddamn. What a wicked show. Zakk Wylde is easily in the top five guitarists of all time category.

It's almost been a year since I last posted on my lj.
Why?
I got bored.
Wow. So much has changed since then.
Spring break was last week and it was a shit show. No, it was an alcoholocaust. I like that word. Two nights in particular stick out:

Friday night, I walked to where a party was with a mickey of rum in my backpack. Last time I had rum was on new years and I spent the first two hours of 2007 with my head in a toilet. So I get there and my friend's older brother who I'm taking to grad and some of his friends are the only ones there. I started with a rum and coke. More people showed up including this lad with 96% vodka. No joke. 96%. He made some awesome mojitos with it. Of course, I had to do a flaming shot. I was the only one in the kitchen of about 15 who would do one. Lorne ( an awesome boy from band) watched me down it (yes, it burned like a mother-fucker but at the same time was so awesome) and says "You're so metal!" I took that as a compliment. So the rest of the night, I smoked a bunch of weed/hash, drank three mojitos with the vodka, finished my mickey of rum, had two beers, and cleaned up the whole party once everyone left at about 3:00.

That was the first of two really good nights.

The second was the day after that. I had to work at noon and was most definately hung over from the night before. Fun. So I got off work at 7 and Vrej sent me a text asking if I want to sesh/buy him smokes. So we got to his house, Dallas came over, we smoked hash, then went on a beer run. On the walk back to Vrej's house, Julian and Stephan roll up in his Firebird which is a beautiful car. We all pile in and head to Julian's where we drank, watched Romper Stomper, and talked/debated/argued till two in the morning. Stephan gets up and informs us he's in a smashing mood. The guys are all plastered. I'm not having only had about six beers. So the rest of the guys head off and I stayed behind and had a good deep talk with Julian. I love these heart to heart moments. Since it was Easter Sunday morning, I was thinking about going home. Julian convinced me to come along with the boys. So Julian and I go meet up with the boys who had gone to 7-11 to get rid of the munchies. We proceeded to walk down to coop, throw a propane tank through the front door and make away with a good $150 bucks worth of meat. I haven't ran that much in a long time. It was really fun. Truly nothing is better than stolen steak at five-thirty in the morning. I got home at six-thirty and my little brother woke me up at seven because the Easter Bunny came. What a wicked night. We proceeded to eat the rest of the meat on Monday. All five of us ate approximately 3 pounds of meat.

There. I did it. I have dreads.
The only problem is, my friend didn't do the best job so I'm going to see about getting a pro to maybe clean it up a bit.
I'll post pictures later.

I'm currently considering getting dreads.
Maybe.

So this is a place for pen pals and pot smokers and everyone else really.

I'm looking for a few people that would like getting a letter every once in a while that's my random writings from when I toke. If anyone's interested, comment away!

And don't forget.
Tell all your stoner friends about this place!

is about the coolest place in Canada.
Seriously.
I'm moving there.
I'll post pictures later.
The band/choir trip was pretty damn good.

Currently, there is porn on my television.
I left showcase on.

Yes for late-night cable.

So I've decided that either tomorrow or the next day I'm going to go for a hike. Weather permitting and I have to work later in the evenings, but I really want to get out of the house and into the country. I'll have to see if I can drag a friend to come on a picnic with me maybe.