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Well, three weeks of crazy hectic school schedule's are finally at an end. For three weeks non-stop it was test after test followed by exam after exam. At the end of it, I was just burnt with very little brain capacity left.

To celebrate, the class decided to head to the lonestar. I wasn't too high on the idea for my own reasons but decided to head to the restaurant anyhoo realizing that the likelyhood of the running into a certain individual would be small. Naturally, the odds were against me, and she happend to be working that day. Thankfully, they only seat groups on the inside and since she was working the patio, there was no awkward encounters.

Lunch itself was quite good and said goodbye to a few individuals who I might not see again for a while. Afterwards, I came home and kind of went blitzwing on the living room giving it a large tidying up since I've started to see some insect life hanging around. When that was done, I went for a run, cleaned up and then headed to Windmill's for dessert with the x-ray folk.

(As an aside, two songs that get me pumped when I run are 'Emery - Holding Out for Hero' and 'So they Say - Forever Young'. They get me so Amped!)

Windmill's has a very delicious white choclate rasberry cheesecake. Every bite was fantastic and I recommend it to anyone who hasn't had the pleasure.

After Windmill's, we came back to Casa Bone for some drinks and chatting. Overall it was very casual until A) One of the third party invites (friend of a friend) got drunk and started playing air guitar on a folder chair and humping the table and B) McM came home and had lost all control over the tone of his voice, unknowingly shouting at everyone. But in the end, every party needs something like that so you have a story the next day.

Spent the weekend following doing Jitsu and hanging out in Mississauga with Skimpy. The course was a nice tribute to Shihan Graham and overall was very fun. To save a lot of writing, here are a few photos:





Long story short, we trained, we ate (Meat!!!), we drank and we were all quite jolly. The night ended at four at which point I ended up going to FlippyDan's place. As we got home, we found his roomate drunk off his rocker and making a stir-fry at 4am which was unique. FlippyDan stayed up to make sure that his roomate didn't kill himselp with hot stir fry items while I set up my sleeping bag on the floor and proceeded to pass out. The last thing I remember is hearing FlippyDan say "I left the light on in the bathroom for you". Thinking it was a dream, I chastized myself for having stupid dreams and then finished passing out. The next morning I woke up .... and the bathroom light was on!!!

After making a few calls and dropping off some donation money for High Chief, we headed off to Mississauga. I made FlippyDan stop off for some food as I'd decided the 1/4 bag of dorritos that I'd had wouldn't quit cut it. Thus we stopped at A and W for the $5 teen burger and root beer float combo! At some point during lunch I looked at the salt and pepper shakers and asked whether pepper was the opposite of salt. FlippyDan didn't quite know what to say since he too was perplexed. We decided then to make it our mission to find out if anyone actually knew 'What the opposite of Salt was".

We left for Mississauga, got there, ran a red light, waited at the meeting point restaurant for 30 mins due to being in different locations (patio and inside) and then finally met up. Went shopping for a billion hours with Skimpy covering the entire mall approximately twice. I did manage to get myself a new Wolverine shirt though which I think is pretty sweet.

Following that, we went and saw Batman Begins on the IMAX. The movie itself was wicked sweet and overall a very solid flick. I'm sure this was partially due to the all star cast which includes one Chritian Bale! Makes me want to become a superhero like Batman. I could be 'BoneMan'! Or not since this also sounds like a porno title.

"It's not who I am underneath, but what I do, that defines me."

With the movie, ending it was time to head home and it was due time since FlippyDan and I were both tired. When I arrived home last night I passed out and slept more soundly than a baby after a bottle of milk.

Quick Update

I've been studying for exams these past few weeks and a lot of things that are blog worthy have gone unmentioned. For brevities sake, I'm gonna put this all in point form:

- Studying blows and causes me to fall into worse shape (is that how that's said?)
- I've applied for two jobs. I should apply for more.
- Graham Shihan Tribute Course this weekend in Peterborough and I'm there
- Got to see Baby Bear before she left and she was hot as ever. For the record, since she's gone, I do and have always had the hots for her. It's not hard to see why though.
- J-Bun is one off the wall chica. She should learn to be more responsible and spend less time with people who are of questionable stature
- Two out of three exams have gone well. Hoping to make it four.
- Had a pretty wonderful flashback when I heard the song 'Because you loved me' by Celine Dion. Made me smile for a whole day whenever I thought about it
- This line from 'Incomplete' keeps playing back in my head:

"I don't mean to drag it on
But I can't seem to let you go
I don't wanna make you face
this world alone"

It's either because I'm a romantic at heart or just unwilling to accept things as they are panning out. Guess this means I follow the path of the Jedi and believe there is still good in dark places in the world. 'Master Zout' has a nice ring to it. 'Master Bone' sounds like it belongs in a porno.

"There were moments of gold, and there were flashes of light..."

Today's a pretty sad day in the jitsu community as our head of style, Brian Graham Shihan, passed away last night after complications following his surgery. This is fairly disheartening to anyone within the Jitsu community as he embodied everything that some of us have come to love and none of us would be doing the things we do if it wasn't for him.

I've had the privilege of meeting him only on a handful of occassions but every moment of it was a treat. He had a definate presence to him which everyone understood but no one ever dared question. He was always compared to Yoda as he would mutter random musings about things no one could understand just to get a laugh but when he was serious, no one dared stand in his way afraid that he'd use the purest forms of jitsu to annihilate anyone within sight.

He was truly a fountain of knowledge to gain from and will sorrily be missed by all of us. Certainly though, if we were to use the adage that the measure of a man's life is in the people that he is able to give to, then Brian Graham has left us the legacy of a man far beyond what anyone could fathom.

I plead guilty

I have a confession to make and may have to go into therapy once I've said this but it must be said. I love women, especially during the summer. Everyone always knocks the summer heat but I love it because it brings out a woman's natural radiance. With the clothes getting that much smaller and tighter, I can't help but notice all the things I love about them. Yes, there is are the obvious hints of cleavage that poke their heads out from the lower cut tops but there's other items aside from that one that are subtle but still adored.

The hints of abdomen shown with smaller tank tops; accentuation of hips in the smaller shorts and my favourite; the beads of sweat glistening off of that spot on the neck where the collar bone ends. All so fantastic.

And thus, as it hits me in the face almost every minute (especially since I live on one of the main streets in Kingston) I can't help but caught up in staring at the magnificence which the lord puts before me again and again (and again).

Does this make me a bad person? Probably, but a happy bad person. Ultimately though its not my fault that you women look so good. It's your fault and should accept responsability for your fantastically gorgeous figures.

The dream has just about faded away...

Thanks in part to a very in depth conversation with J-Bun this morning, I have found the things inside of me necessary to move away from an inner conflict that has plagued me for some time now and shift back to reality.

I never reconed myself as someone who would hold legitimate hate for anyone because I'd like to think I walk on the brighter side of the tracks. So when it eventually found me I was at a loss of what to do with it. But just like anything in life, it just needed to be sourced out for the root of what had stemmed it to rid myself of it.

And eventually, after some prying into dark corners of the soul I didn't know existed, I found the answer which I've needed for a while. It wasn't an easy thing to grasp but in essence it boiled down to the fact that two differing value systems were clashing and in a time where I would have laid down and died for another, they in turn were never willing to return that type of trust and/or faith.

I don't ask much of my friends other than that they are willing to show the same faith and conviction in me that I give to them and when that didn't happen, my system short circuited. So, now it's time to just remove the weak line and move on. They're are too many other important people out there who have given me their time for me to just ignore them while waiting for the link to fix itself.

And so now the dream dies and I move on looking out for a guy who's more important and needs a little mending. It's funny because I feel exactly like Obi-Wan Kenobi fighting Anakin acknowledging his failures and leaving with:

"You were my brother Anakin, I loved you."

Except, change brother to sister and that's where I am. But people change and it's time that I recognized that.

[Aside: My goal here is not to slander certain people in this blog entry. I only mean to acknowledge to those that care, why I've been at a lose for a little while instead of pretending nothing bothers me.]

Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek

This was the song on the season finale of the OC. It had caught my ear and I was looking for it for quite a while and figured I'd put it up if anyone else was looking for it.

http://s38.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0CN4RIP0Q7P0Y2238IQPEUIPHC

This is what someone on http://www.leonlandgersing.com had to say about it. Agree or disagree?

"Sometimes you wake up and you've been feeling something for a week...maybe longer, maybe shorter. You watch the movies that make you feel, you listen to the songs that do the same and still nothing. Then something strikes your soul, something so profound that you take notice and you say...that's it. That's what I'm feeling, that's how I'm feeling it. That's it."

That's right ladies and gentleman...

I'm the diet coke of evil, just one calorie!

In other news, school is preventing me from doing anything fun these days. I'm missing jitsu and the guest instructors that are only here for a little while! Poop.

I got to try contrast media today which is the stuff the techs give to patients so that certain structures that arn't normally seen on radiographs, can be visualized. It tasted decent but it gave me a headache for a little bit.

Lately it seems that some of my good friends are running into rough patches in their lives and I'd like to let those people know I'm currently working on mustering some extra Zout brand magic and will be there if you call my name or 'Stick out your thumb'.

Nobody’s laughing now
God’s grace lost and the devil is proud
But I’ve been walking for a thousand miles
One last time I could see you smile

-Dave Matthews Band - American Baby

I don't see myself getting tired of these

The events of the past few days

Well this will be another mouthful as the events of the past few days have once again been in their usual Dawson's creek fashion.

Thursday, was Skimpy's convocation and after getting a butt load of work done, her FlippyDan and I all went out to dinner at Curry Original. The meal itself was fantastic. I have not had good indian food in a while and it was a nice treat to have something so delicious. Overall it was definately A.

After dinner, we caught up with Jumpy at the Nog and had quite a few pints. We also did some kareoke which was quite a bit of fun. FlippyDan sang Jeremy and then the three of us sang a remixed version of American Pie. I don't know how everyone's eardrums didn't burst as it must have been terrible to listen to. Skimpy and I finished off with like a prayer which saw my voice crack almost a dozen times trying to do Madonna. Twice, during the course of the night, creepy guys jumped up on the stage to sing with us because they were hot for Skimpy. That wasn't cool by any means as it cramped on the fun. C'est la vie.

At some point that night, the Bop showed up randomly to see FlippyDan and bought us all a round of drinks which was totally awesome of him. But as quickly as he showed up, he left which was mysterious.

We headed to Stages at that point for a little bit of jammin in the name of the lord. It was wicked sweet to just jam with some dancers for the course of the night as I'm usually with the K-town boyz at Stages, most of whom don't dance very much. And so the pure sweet dance of it all was wicked. Oddly enough though, the same creepy guys that were hitting on Skimpy at the Nog found their way to Stages and managed their way over to us again. Weird. I think FlippyDan was ready to burst about it though. Thankfully he didn't.

Came back that night and had some cake and went to bed. The next morning we got up quite late and after a lot of slow movement, we headed out to the Epicure for breakfast. They need a larger breakfast selection on their menu as I was not sufficiently filled.

After bidding adieu to the two of them, I spent the rest of the day getting ready for boot camp!!! BPIC and Jumpy arrived here about 530 or so to get me and then we headed off to the beer store. In my mastery of art buying talent, we managed to get 42 beers into our possession for $54. After that, we loaded ourself up with delicious Wendy's and headed off for Kinmount.

We ended up getting lost about three of four times because we were following our own little mystery route but each time our natural senses lead us back to the right course without too much lost time.

BPIC's knee was hurting him and so I drove for about an hour or so. BPIC at that moment decided to waste no time and decided to light up with Jumpy. This sucked... a lot... to just have to sit there and watch them blaze up while I needed to be responsible. Poop.

We eventually arrived and after pitching shop, we headed out to the fire to drink and be merry. And merry we got, so much so that the next morning was terrible. All that aside, we ended up watching jitsu videos, eating cookies and drinking lots of beers. Good times all around. The night itself was freezing and I was glad to have a winter sleeping bag otherwise I would have transformed into a brown popsicle.

While in the rot of feeling terrible the next morning, I was christened T-Boneo (in an australian accent) and was given a background which consisted of me being found in the bush and being taught to speak and train. Even in my pain, I laughed at this as it was tres comical. Seven and a half minutes later, I chundered. The good, the bad and the ugly.

Thankfully, I felt much better after that and got some good training in. The bad weather stayed away and we were able to get a good amount of rough housing in there. When training finished up, another night began which eventually led to hanging around the fire. This night, I behaved a little bit more and just did a bit of story telling and comedy skit reinacting (sp?). The night concluded and once I again, I slept in the cold tent but was smarter this time and had a few more ways to stay warm lined up.

We finished the next morning with some weapons stuff then packed up shop and headed home. The ride home was pretty chill with a few open forum chats and farting. Blame the farting on chili the previous night, sausages for lunch and then taco bell for dinner. But it was all guys so we were cool with it. We rode into the sunset just like cowboys and in the end, it was good to know that the one of the last road trips with Jumpy was memorable.

While on the subject, I would like to take this time to acknowledge Jumpy since he'll be leaving the scene for a while. I'm going to address him without his alias to pay proper tribute.

I met Stu about three years ago when he promptly burst onto the jitsu scene as one of the proverbial keeners from the novice group. He was always one of the visible faces who was laughing and willing to spend his time making people laugh. One of my favourite memories of Mr. Dan was the day he learned Peg Legs and proceeded to do them that night into every snow bank he saw that night. He was crazy from day one and fit into our community perfectly.

Now, I'm not going to just rant on about all of the good times because there are too many and I'm sure Stu would like that too much. Instead, I'd just like to tell the world what I told BPIC after we dropped him off yesterday which is that in the face of events which would have seen many act selfishly with hate and anger, Stu choose a high road of sincerity and forgiveness.

It's no secret to most of the crazy love triangle that existed last year and most people in his situation would have likely just stopped talking to the guy who kept interferring with his relationship. But to his credit, he never let it overcome his actions and instead chose the higher road and treat me with the same courtesy which he gave everyone else.

I have said it many times that I am fortunate to have known some fantastic people in my life and Stu Cooke is certainly one of those people. At his very essence he was and is just, sincere and honest with everyone around him and I am glad to have been able to know him and wish him the best in the future.

That's awesome!

Dream On

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Oh bananas, Oh bananas, Oh bananas!!!

Well, after a delicious breakfast of pancakes, eggs, steak and coffee, it means it's time to post about the absolute insanity which has been the past few days.

Star Wars dominated me on wednesday and although it was a pretty sweet deal, I paid for it the next day. I went to class the next day with only four hours of sleep under my belt and with every ounce of energy that I had, made it through the half day of class and lab work that followed after that. Upon arriving home I immediately crashed and napped for a good while.

We went to the RCHA that night for McM's father's b-day. I was so out of it that night. After about two pints I was drunk and after McM's dad ordered us pizza, I just sat and ate without saying a word. At some point in the night, I feathered a punch towards McM's sack because he was sticking it in my face and because he was too drunk to realize how fast he was moving, it made contact. Lesson to be learned; Do not stick your crocth in my face while saying 'suck on that'.

After a good sleep that night, I used the friday to take care of things. Laundry and groceries and what not. J-Bun got in late that night so instead of patio beers with BPIC, we just watched a Million Dollar Baby. After polishing off a bottle of wine in the first half, we decided to just forget about the second half and find something else to do.

So needless to say, I was tired to the next morning for the third time in three weeks. But I was still quite jacked because we were gonna have the BBQ! After making J-Bun breakfast, I went out to find items for making a potato salad. Overall the salad wasn't that bad but wasn't to die for. At sixish, people started showing up with various items to BBQ along with various other snacks and beers. Our beer fridge was filled to the nuts!

Things were going well for the most part but McM and I ran into a dish crises due to some small poor planning. So halfway through the BBQ phase of the night, we did an emergency run of dishes so people had things to eat on.

So much meat was BBQ'd yesterday, we could have fed a small army. There was food everywhere and all of it was delicious. At some point during the BBQ, the Charlestown lake girls showed up! It was unbelievable. I couldn't figure out how or what keeps leading them to events that we host. The strangest thing is that they just BBQ'd their stuff and just sat around for the rest of the night. Weird.

Fish showed up at some point during the night which was slightly unexpected on my watch. The strange thing was that it felt exactly like the last time I saw Sparxx where it was nice to have her around, but things had just settled so far away from where they use to be. Overall it was just odd.

I soon settled back into my crazy ways though after taking part of one of BPICs magic shows. I was pretty rocked after this and so were many others including BPICgal and J-Bun.

Beirut started up and everything progressed up and down following that. Throughout the course of this, food was slung around and many, many drinks were consumed. Jumpy, Giles and I went to a concert later to join up with BPIC(gal) and J-Bun at a friend's concert. That was awesome. Mrs. Gora is gonna make it big one day beucase she has a wonderful voice.

When we returned home, it looked like a bomb had gone off. The Weekes sisters were down and out for the count and their was food all over the place. There were some randoms playing guitar on our porch. I didn't want to have to deal with any of it so I just retired to bed at that point shutting the door behind me.

Cleaning up this morning took about an hour. After four phases of dishwashing, some heavy wiping, crazy story telling from housemates and a heavy duty vacuuming, the house was somewhat decent again. Overall, it was certainly a very crazy night.

Almost all true

Because I know some people have bad things to say about me...

Time to set the night on fire!

Wednesday: Got to get through a four hour lab. Then, lost party at 9 and Episode III at midnight!
Thursday: Patty Pt.2 and OC season finale
Friday: Quiet night with J-Bun
Saturday: The 4-3-9 BBQ extravaganza. If you're in Kingston and your name is spelt with letters, than you are welcome to attend. Starts at six.

Current Song: Lifehouse - You and Me
Current Mood: Excited

Another Sunday down

So as the last entry, I left you everyone a little diddy about a pretty sweet weekend. The days following that were filled with the usual school and random nothings that I usually do. I watched a lot of lost, went to the gym and did a lot of running.

Over the course of wednesday and saturday we shot a bunch of Jitsu video for the Jitsumercial Jumpy is putting together for one of the instructors in South Carolina. This was a hell of a lot of fun because, we were just putting to together a lot of flashy Jitsu stuff and realy getting into talking about the nature of what we do. I'm excited to see the final product as well as get my hands on all of the cool footage we got.

It was nice to see Thumper again. I havn't seen that guy in about a month now but naturally we didn't miss a step and were up to our old tricks. I got to hear about his engagement which was a nice little treat.

Last night was a whole lot of fun as it saw the return of Dr. Fin and Frenchmabob! I havn't seen those guys since the new year and it was wicked sweet to have them back. After hanging out at the house for a while with McM's warchief for her birthday we went out to the BrewPub for scotches and just shot the shit like the good old days. I'm glad some things never change because it's the small things like that are the best things in life.

I am quite proud of McM's conduct in the past few weeks as, even though he's done some silly silly things, he is attempting to rectify them and in turn handle himself in a more distinguished manner. It's a good things he's got a good role model in myself. Now if I could only get him to be a bit tidier.

This weekend is a pure party weekend leading into the 2-4!. For one, there is no test this week! Weeeeeeeeeeeeee! Monday, Je-Pat is up and he wants to hit up the beach slam! Wednesday night Jumpy, BPIC and myslef are hitting up the midnight premiere of Episode III. Then starting friday, it's the 2-4 weekend with Dr. Fin, J-Bun and the usual posse! I am thinking that we might have a BBQ here at the 4-3-9.

Finally, after what seems like four months, on and off, the storm has finally quieted down. In moving the metaphor, it feels like I'm surveynig the reckage and seeing what can be salvaged and what's not worth it anymore. Only time will tell.

Closing thoughts:
- New Family Guy tonight!
- It's nice when there are constants in your life to pick you up when you're down.
- I'm pretty lucky to have known the people I've known
- This weekend is gonna be sweet!
- I got that Jitsu beat back in my heart again and it ticks and tocks for some bouncing!
- Thinkin of giving up the magic tricks for a little bit. Heard a story last night that didn't sit well with me.
- "And if you never stop when you wave goodbye. You just might find if you give it time, You will wave hello again... You just might wave hello again"

Current Song: John Mayer - Split Screen Sadness
Current Mood: Pleasantly sombre

A sweet ass weekend

Well, I was waiting for the appropriate moment to write about the wickedly sweet time I had this weekend and based on the news I've just recieved, I think it's time to make that entry. Before moving on to that though I should start at the beginning of the weekend.

Friday was pretty tame. I was pretty sick of social nonsense at that point and tired of studying for tests as well so I decided to do dick fuck all. I came home, vegged out for a while, watched about three episodes of lost, ate and then watched three more episodes of lost. After that, I decided that I was going to do a bit of shopping for the BBQ the next day (when J-Bun was comming!!!). I've missed J-Bun since she left and I think she was a little down after leaving Kingston, so I wanted to do a little extra. So for the BBQ, I got her a little Aquafina citrus and some other items which will come up later in the story. After that, it was lazy time but before turning in, I watched another episode of lost. Seven episodes overall.

Saturday I arose to a gorgeous day. I decided to go running which proved to be not the best idea as I was dehydrated from not taking care of myself the day before. Thus towards the end of my sprinting sessions, I bottomed out. Thankfully that would be the worst part of my day. I came home to delicious Eggs and Bacon which McM had kindly made for me and topped it off with fruit and cereal. From there I tried to convince McM to go to future shop to buy a copy of phantom (which is a sweet movie) but he was getting ready for a boat cruise. Thus, I asked BPIC if he was interested in going and he was happy to partake since he was going out anyways.

Later, we would get to future shop and I would end up getting phantom as well as Simpsons season 4 and 5. After that we went groceries for some BBQ items and then went to homes to shower and such. After preparing a delicious salad and showering, J-Bun, BPIC and BPICgal arrived. BPIC brought venison steaks and boar sausage patties while BPICgal brought a pasta salad. I made a delicious greek salad while J-Bun brought delicious fruit and berries. The overall sum of everything was delicious. Big GentleG ended up joining us for a while as we stuffed our faces. BPIC would end up showing us some more magic tricks before and after dinner so needless to say, by the end, we were full and very happy.

We cleaned up a little and settled in for beers and the simpsons. During the course of simpsons mania, we dominated nachos and salsa even though we were full from steaks and Lockburgers (Boar patties). Following the simpsons, it was phantom time which took us into the end of the night. Overall, a very sweet night which saw us all dominated by food and smiles.

Yesterday (sunday) I worked a little, help BPIC put of flyers and then watched some TV with the gang a little while later. Nothing major.

The best news about the weekend came today though when I recieved news that my instructor has FINALLY gotten engaged to be married with his long time girlfriend. This is by far, some of the best news that I could have hoped for and am very happy for the two of them. So overall, this weekend gets a A+

Random thoughts:
- Lost is wicked sweet
- New episode of 24 tonight
- Family guy not so good last night
- Downloaded the new collective soul, dave matthews, star wars, backstreet boys albums. I'm sure people will only see backstreet say something stupid.
- Loving this weather

Current Song: Collective Soul - Counting the Days
Current Mood: Somber and Content with life

The unsent letter

"If you don't have something nice to say, you shouldn't say it at all"

That's something I've always followed for the most part. That way in turn no one will ever have to say anything bad back to you. And yet for the past two weeks, there have been a tonne of negative comments that I've wanted to make. So, I tried something new today to get out all of the negative things that have been floating around my head as of late. I wrote a letter which summarized everything into one big packet of rage and anger and by doing so I was allowed to let out some of this pent up emotion that has been harbouring. The letter itself will likely never see the light of day and it's probably better to stay that way. I recommend doing the same if you need to get something off your chest or need to vent.

In other news, on the lighter side of zout, the past week has mainly revolved around school and downloading lost episodes. The peril of good television is that it sucks you in and from then on in you're hooked on it like a drug. Thus I forsee a lot of lost this weekend as oppose to necessary studying.

I've had nothing but burgers this week. They're delicious and easy to make. Pretty healthy overall too. Sunday and monday, I made my patented Batista burger which in most circle is known as the Jalapeno burger. Wednesday, McM made me a Sirloin burger which was also fantastic. Thursday saw the rise a new creation which will definately be a hit in the house over the summer and future bbqs. There was leftover Assassin Pate (feta pate) from the family guy get together we had on sunday. In my desire for a new taste on the Batista Burger, I covered it in Assassin Pate. The rest is history and now we have the Evolution Burger.

It's suppose to be an awesome weekend. Sunny and warm all weekend which equals brilliance. Thus don't be suprised to see me out on the Patio muchin on nachos and salsa. Also gonna be some sweet running weather. J-Bun, BPIC and BPICgal are comming over for what will surely be a sweet dinner on saturday! Sunday, mother's day! Don't forget kiddies!

I'm hoping by the weekends end I'll be back to my light comtemplative mode as oppose to serious mode which I've been stuck in more than I would like to have been in recent times.

Current Mood: Contemplative
Current Song: All I have - J-Lo ft. LL

Wowzers

This has been one hell of a week. Been through the gamit of emotions with both old and new friends. In a word - nutty. In two words - Holy Smokes. In three - Purple Monkey Banana. I've just got two quotes to resume this:

"Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out"

"Whatever you need
What I would give if you should ask it of me
To make you feel complete"

The colour test. Who knew?

Your Existing Situation

Orderly, methodical, and self-contained. Needs the respect, recognition, and understanding of those close to him.

Your Stress Sources

Wishes to be independent, unhampered, and free from any limitation or restriction, other than those which he imposes of himself or by his own choice and decision.

Your Restrained Characteristics

Willing to participate and to allow himself to become involved, but tries to fend off conflict and disturbance in order to reduce tension.

Feels trapped in a distressing or uncomfortable situation and seeking some way of gaining relief. Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity providing no turmoil or emotional agitation is involved.

Your Desired Objective

Wants interesting and exciting things to happen. Able to make himself well-liked by his obvious interest and by the very openness of his charm. Over-imaginative and given to fantasy or day-dreaming.

Your Actual Problem

Seeks to avoid criticism and to prevent restriction of his freedom to act, and to decide for himself by the exercise of great personal charm in his dealings with others.

Updating my own damn blog

Well, that's the way it was put to my anyways.

Compared to calgary, this weekend was pretty tame. Friday I spent catching up on sleep. I had a two hour nap when I got back from class and that night I slept for 12H. It was quite the battle convincing myself to just go to bed as there is a desire to continue partying comming off the calgary trip, but knew it was necessary.

After quite the sleep, I felt like a delicious breakfast that morning. Upon examining what I had in the kitchen I decided that banana pancakes, bacon and eggs were in order. After a bit of breakfast magic I was chowing down on deliciousness. I finished off with a delicious coffee before starting some studying for a test I have on friday.

After about three hours of some semi-sucessful studying, I turned to making some a pot luck dish for a dinner I had been invited to later that night. Now I enjoy cooking but hate the amount of prep required for making some of the better dishes. Thus I picked a simple Jambalaya recipe that I came accross on the net.

It was a straight forward recipe and after about two and a half hours total, I had it ready. It was too hot to sample so I had to trust that I had made it properly. Turns out that it was in fact pretty good and thus for one day I was 'an extra-ordinary chef'.

After sprucing up I headed over to BPICgal's to rendez-vouz at which point we both left for the party. I was told I looked quite handsome which made me feel special.

The pot luck itself was pretty dissapointing. Nothing but salads and breads with the only main dish being mine at the time. Thus, my plate was mainly my jambalaya which turned out to be delicious. Thankfully, sometime later, some mini pizzas would show up and a lot later, some type of roast.

The party following that was pretty dismal. The promised bands did show up but it was a rather non-moving preformance aisde from the fact that the people there were all old and I didn't feel like talking to them. Thus my only alternative was to fire up the six beers I brought with J-Bun in an attempt to salvage what looked to be a failure in the making.

Thankfully, BPIC would show up a little later after returning from his boar hunting. Naturally he had a little magic in his pocket and a couple of us venutred upstairs to indulge in the magic show.

When we came back down there was some improv jams going on which was pretty cool. One guy had some pretty sick freestyles going on and one of BPIC's buds was pulling some mad notes on the drums. That went on for a little while until the 5-0 showed up with a nice fine for noise disturbance.

The party cooled off after that and J-Bun and I soon took off. We arrived back at the T-Bone palace for the end of the weekly beirut tourney. I kinda high and tired and wanted to go to bed but decided to be social and mingle.

Things were pretty normal until J-Bun got into a verbal scrap with Kickfiend. Under normal circumstances, he's a pretty cool guy but with likely 8-10 molsen kick's in him, things got slightly out of hand and ended with J-Bun getting slapped. At that point I stepped in and demanded an apology be made before things got too nutty. Thankfully the apology was quickly handed over and later a more meaningful apology was given to me. Molsen kick has been banned from tournies for this reason.

J-Bun and I retired after that figuring one slap was enough for the night. Once again, I slept pretty well.

Today has been mainly spent studying with a break for the gym. I got locked out again after forgetting my keys for the second time. That's life though.

Closing thoughts:
- Molsen Kick does strange things
- I've been told that a photo of BPIC and I giving each other a peck on the cheek is gay. The ladies seem to enjoy it though so I could care less.
- BPIC and BPICgal had some interest in me going out with a friend of their's (who hosted the potluck and party). There realy seems to be little in common between the two of us so I can't figure out why they thought it was a good idea.
- Pre-Drinking is a bad term. In theory this would be all the actions leading up to actual drinking if it was in fact pre-drinking. Thus it would be the warm up act of twisting caps and pouring drinks before they're consumed, right?
- I am a fantastic chef. Zouty Lagosy!
- Just close your eyes by Waterproof blonde is my song of the week

Waterproof Blonde - Just Clothes your eyes

Decieved by my eyes
in all I was told I should see
Opinions not mine
The person they taught me to be
One light in the dark
A vision of someone I knew
Then in the darkness
I saw a voice say I'm you

Inside me a light was turned on
Then I was alive

If you close your eyes
Your life, a naked truth revealed
Dreams you never lived and scars never heal
In the darkness light will take you to the other side
If I've been waiting there you'll see if you just close your eyes

Hearts uninspired
Trapped inside somebody's dream
Too close to the fire
Yet cold and so numb with the pain
The fever has broken
And the river has run to the sea
Washed to the ocean
And saved by your voice inside me

Inside me a light was turned on
then I was alive

If you close your eyes
your life a naked truth revealed
Dreams you never lived and scars never heal
In the darkness light will take you to the other side
If I've been waiting there you'll see if you just close your eyes

Never thought I would be here
So high in the air
this is my unanswered prayer
defined by another
so much wasted time
out of the darkness
each breath that I take will be mine

If you close your eyes
Your life, a naked truth revealed
Dreams you never lived and scars never heal
In the darkness light will take you to the other side
If I've been waiting there you'll see if you just close your eyes

If you just close your eyes

Too much

Well if I made one of my normal blog entries I think I could write a novel like BPIC. So I'm gonna resume the last few weeks in point form.

Sunday
I was very hungover and sad that the previous day had to end. I was also amazed at how much money I'd spent. A little too much. BPIC was over, we ate subs and watched Jay and Silent Bob strikes back. After that he left, I updated my website with semi pics and then went to bed and passed out.

Monday
Realized I was heading home the next day and thus had to pack for calgary or else I'd have nothing to take. Laundry was finished at which point we celebrated Keeves's B-day. That was messy. McM and the rest demolished alcohol. There was a 19 year old here who kept ranting about how good Donny Darko was. It's a good movie but not at a party. Oh well.

Tuesday
Went home and played video games and forgot to pick my sister up from the train station. Whoops!

Wednesday
Realized I needed to get stuff done instead of just playing video games. Cleaned up the house a little, went to the gym, did some groceries, made some delicious dinner. Thumper, BPIC and J-Bun (Previously action Gal) arrived and we chatted about how awesome Calgary was gonna be. No one wanted to sleep.

Thursday
Everyone wanted to sleep when it was time to hit the airport. So after some violent bed shaking, we were on our way to calgary. Plane ride was cramped and they served cardboard waffles but we were on our way to calgary!!! We arrived, tried to nap but that didn't work so we went and saw sin city which was messed up. Jessica Alba is hot though. Got back and went to train after being up for 20+ hours. That wasn't very pretty. Quickest grading ever followed that at a record 15 minutes. Went to the bar and I fell asleep in the comfy chair. Met EnglishMutt there who put us up at his place which was nice of him.

Friday
Went to Lake Louise for the day which was awesome. We threw timbits during the car ride there, took a trail down lake louise, bought some delicious citrus water, had dinner at the Keg and then threw muffins at the other car on the way back because we were out of timbits. Had a pint that night when we returned and turned in a little early to conserve energy for the next day.

Saturday
Course and a grading = tired T-Bone. It also means time to party like it was 1999! We were introduced to Peter's Drive-In that day which is a wickedly sweet venue. They have 32 or so flavours of Shakes amongst other items. I got a Root Beer shake, double cheeseburger and a chesse dog. It was delicious. Jfashion decided to get a large fry which was nutty because the serving size turned out to be the size of an adult head. No joke. Four of us couldn't put a dent in it. After failing that mission, we went to EnglishMutt's to shower and then we were off to Molly Mallone's. In summary, I had many pints of guinness, did many foolish things and made google eyes with a mini Britney Spears. I can't believe a hot girl was attracted to me. These things don't usually happen.

Sunday
Ugghhhhhh. Hungover training. The course was cut short because people were falling over. Everyone was dead tired. Naturally, I was dumb and went to the very end. After the course, we once again hit Peter's Drive-In as J-Bun wanted milkshakes and no one objected. After milksahkes, I think we napped but it was a blur at this point as fatigue had set in. That night we went to ScrewDriver Bill's/Corkscrew Bibs/BottleScrew Bill's. I don't acutally know what the real name is to this day. Drank a little, got slapped by a Shodan and then drank more. I wanted to go dancing but we decided to get nachos instead at EnglishMutt's. After two rounds of Nachos and burning some some wrapped greenish plant it was 4am and time to pass out.

Monday
Next morning it was time to pack and say goodbye to the nice folk who had hosted us. After having some food we concluded out trip with some shopping and then headed for the airport. I tried to lighten the sad atmosphere by saying that 'I was sad' over and over again but it was still sad.

Tuesday
Got home at 4am, slept and made it to 2/4 classes. Posted photos Calgary on my website, did some laundry and slept. Write-off day to catch up on sleep basically.

Wednesday
Saw Hook with J-Bun and BPIC to ease the Calgary withdrawl. We ate some delicious cake.

Thursday and Friday
Finished a final copy of the slideshow and caught up on sleep. Gonna run later.

Concluding thoughts:
- I want to be back in Calgary. Thanks to everyone who covered my fare so I could be part of this.
- I can't believe a hot girl flirted with me. That dosn't make any sense at all. Must be calgary water.
- Finally done the slideshow
- I am still very privilleged to have met so many wonderful and considerate people
- Website: zouty.recurse.org

The Semi!

What an awesome day this turned out to be.

I awoke that morning to buy items for the breakfast I was suppose to hold but it turns out that most people were partying until six in the morning and thus would not end up making it. A couple stragglers, including a ridiculously hungover Jumpy would arrive. Things were pretty chill until rock climbing as we just chilled on the porch and chatted away in the warm sun.

The two thirty meeting time for rock climbing rolled around and about half the individuals who said that they were attending showed up on time. I was not suprised by this at all as no one is ever prompt in the club. That's just life though.

After making a few telephone calls, most items got straightened out. One individual decided to just not show up. I'll include a note here that if you want to know the best way to piss me off, then you should know that easiest way to do that is to say you're going to do something and then not do so without any explanation or apology. It's the rudest thing you could possibly do.

Thankfully the day progressed up from there and that was the only thing that would get me pissed. Rock climbing was a blast, I mingled, I climbed, I mingled more and snapped some hilariously funny photos. I had to do a little time shuffling since we started a little later but that was pretty easy.

Slideshow came next and as people trickled into the T-Bone Palace, I knew that this was gonna be exactly as I wanted it to be. My goal was to pay tribute to everyone who had played a role in my Jitsu run and I think when everyone saw the slideshow, they were content as everyone understood what I wanted to say in that we'd been part of something special.

Since we were a little past due on the clock, we didn't have too much reflection time to look at the photos and remember the awesome times but it was okay because we were on our way to make more.

Dinner was awesome. Just awesome. Food was awesome. The awards were awesome. The Bus was awesome for putting such a lavish meal together for everyone. I could not stop eating the delciousness. The theme was egyptian and there was everything from baba ganoush (sp?) to lamb kabobs. Magnificent.

From there we hit the palace again for some pre grizz drinks and then were off to the dance floor. As soon as we got there, we were into our shot stylings with a good ol prarie fire. It was crazilily strong and set my face on fire but it was okay since it was a good burn. Following that came the dancing in the extremely hot dance area. At this point something awesome happend that should have happend a long time ago.

Now I had not spoken of this on the blog because I don't like to harp on the bad but Fish and I had not spoken for almost three weeks. Even at large socials, snickery glances would go back and forth and that would be the extent of things between us. While on the dancefloor, my bladder decided it was washroom time. On the way there, I noticed another pack of us were on the way to the dance floor including Fish with the look that had become all too custom.

Within about thirty seconds, I decided it was time to quit acting like a hipster doofus and deal with things like a big boy would. So I went to the bar and got her one of her favourite drinks. After spilling half of it while trying to get back to the dance floor I would finally get back and offer it to her as a peace offering. Intially extending my hand, I'm sure she questioned whether I was aiming towards her but would confirm things by swiftly kicking her in the ass and affirming it. And thus, at least for the night, things were gonna be okay.

The dancing was awesome with the DJ playing some good oldies. I managed to get two requests in and they were both played which was amazing. When I tried for a third, I was notified that it was time for the last dance. I wasn't quite sure how time had flown by but while the chimes of 'One' began to play, I knew there were only two girls who I wanted to be dancing with.

For once, Sparxx never crossed my mind which was good and bad. Good in that I wouldn't be wasting time anymore but bad in that it was sad that such sincere feelings had turned to nothing.

But with the fitting lyric 'Is it getting better, or do you feel the same?' I knew which of the two I needed to be holding at the time. Thus I quickly apologized to ActionGal, who would warmly say 'you're right' and latched onto Fish. Things made sense then and in going with fate that night I whispered 'that it was time to fix things' and it is. It was good to be on the right path overall that night.

The rest of the night would find us back at my place, sipping on Scotch and other drinks until the sun came up. It was the end to a day that will forever stay in my heart and was a fitting way for T-Bone to exit the club. No sadness, no tears, just smiles.

A long overdue post

According to my log, the last time I posted was after the Queen's grading and even that was very short. Thus for brevities sake I'm just going to resume the event between then and friday.

-Fuckin exams!!!!!
-Slideshow came along well and was a treat (I think) to those who watched it
-24 rocked the house. Jack killed 40 or more people. One person he 'stabbed in the heart'.
-Feast a Mania came and went but much like Batista overcame Triple H, the Batista Burger was just that much better than cerebral assassin pate.
-Overall wrestlemania was a treat

When exams were said and done, I was definately gald to walk away from them. I had no motivation in the last one and unfortunately it showed. The rest of them all went pretty well thankfully. Overall though I was just glad to be done.

When I got home I immediately proceeded to do all the things that get left behind. The washroom was throughly cleaned and once that was done, I cleaned myself up with a shave, shower and haircut (not on my own, at the salon). That took me to about 5 ish at which point to overall fatigue of the last week had set in. At that point I just sat in my chair and vegitated for about 30 mins and watched wrestlemania again. From there I attempted to finalize numbers for dinner and climbing for the Semi-Formal.

Next came the session which was my last at Queen's. I was super exhausted at his point so naturally I got a good warmup going with lots of breakfalling and thankfully it did the trick and woke me up. The session itself was good with an intro for Action Gal into the kamikazi ways of Jitsu teaching. In the end, it was a nice farewell as a member of the Queen's Club as next year I'll just be a guest. It wasn't as emotional as I thought it would be, mainly because I was pretty beat.

From there, I attempted to socialize as much as my body would let me. The X-ray folk were participating in an unofficial pub crawl so I joined them at the Brass where they had a shot and then moved on towards MyBar. I got kind of excited at this point and started buying people drinks and in about thirty minutes I had laid down about $50 dollars of which $7 or so were spent on me. It's a good thing I don't make a habit out of this. Its also good that shots were cheap as a fuck at MyBar, otherwise I might have done something more foolish.

The X-ray folk decided that they were heading to the Toucan (which is downtown) and so I decided to leave at this point and head over to Jumpy's who was holding the last party ever at his house. When I got there, there were a fair amount of people there which is how I enjoy it as it is condusive to socializing. I talked to a few about their attendence at the Semi and chastized those who gave me the wrong answer. At about 1 am, the dancing picked up. I made a critical judgement that I needed sleep if I was going to enjoy the Semi-Formal the next day and cut out here. Sometimes I wish I had unlimited stamina and could do everything as long as I wanted but unfortunately and confined to the laws of man. I think I passed out as soon as I hit the bed and didn't wake up until the next day...

... which was the Semi-Formal!!!

Frekin Exams

Alright, so exams are pissing me off. I can't even write a good entry to entail how happy I was about the grading. The only thing I can say is that in summary I am very proud overall to have been part of the grading (even as an uke) and moreso about the fine candidates that recieved their belts. Congrats all.

I've posted some pictures from the social afterwards with blogger and picasa. I don't like this format. Tell me if you like it.

Weeeeeee! 

Brand new pretty belts! 

Cheers! - Part 1 

Delicious!

Cheers! - Part 2 

Cheers! - Part 3 

Arm wrestling again! 

The wounded Joanna! 

And Happy About it! 

Yes please! 

Three handome gents 

Our role model 

A few sexy folk 

Just that photogenic 

Hulkamania will live forever

This Saturday, leading into the greatest extravaganza in sports entertainment, will mark the date that the Hulkster will be inducted into the WWE hall of fame,

Surely, everyone in some way or another knew of Hulk Hogan and no one will ever forger the his "commandments" to train hard, eat your vitamins, say your prayers and the fourth, to believe in yourself.

To commorate this event, I am posting the harder to find version of Hulk's theme before it was even his. Enjoy while remembering that the true power lies in the 24 inch pythons and that Hulkamania will live forever.

The second weekend home

After, about a five hour ride home, I arrived to a nice little Wendy's dinner but lots of noise as family was over from New York. Now, for those who havn't heard my stories, my family is ghetto and things tend to get loud when everyone gets together. This was no exception. I managed to be okay with it though as I had my delicious Wendy's and would only have to put up with it for a few days.

The next day was filled with lots of cleaning and preparing for a church ceremony for my grandmother the next day. I tried to study but gave up on that after thirty minutes based on all the noise and pieces of work that needed to be done. I had also downloaded Knights of the Republic 2 which also kept me busy. That was my friday. I was awoken that night pretty spontaineously as more family showed up and it was decided that I was losing my bed. That was great.... nope. To top that, my second bed option was a not so comfortable two seater love seat. How nice.

I awoke the next day to more excessive noise from the kitchen as people got things ready for church. I felt terrible as not only did I sleep poorly but was feeling the effects of the vegeterian diet.

During religious occasions, no meat/eggs is allowed to be cooked or eaten in the house. Who knows why? It seems pretty non-sensical to me. But I follow anyways at the request of my mother. I wasn't aware that this was going to be the rule as no one told me and was not sufficiently prepared (with protein bars/beans/iron suppliments) so I had nothing.

From there we all suited up and went to church. Initially, as with most church visits, I wasn't in the mood to be there but as time passed, I saw how much my grandmother was enjoying it as well as having all her family there and started to enjoy it myself.

The pandit also went into some of the scripture translation which is nice because he takes hindi translations which mean nothing to me and translates them in english for everyone. Overall its a nice reminder of the positive ways to live life and the simplicities in life which we all take for granted.

Church ended an we all came home. I played some more Knights of the Republic while the family mingled in their usual manner. Later that night, a few of us younger folk sneaked out to Denny's to get some good ol Vitamin M in us. Instant satisfaction.

This morning (sunday) some of my mom's sisters left back to New York. I was sad to see them go because I know my grandmother enjoy's having here daughters around and part of the fun (which she rarely gets to have) was gone. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

Monday to Thursday

Nothing much to report here. I spent those four days catching up on sleep and studying my ass off for a test and case study on thursday as well as a little bit of Jitsu teaching. Thankfully everything went pretty well which is good. At that point it was time for another trip home to celebrate my grandmother's b-day.

Sunday - Griswold mission

At about 4 in the morning, I awoke to my cell phone ringing. It must have been ringing a while because the battery almost went dead. I did eventually wake up to answer and was McM to say that his parents flight had been pushed from arriving at 6:09 to 2:47. I thought that was pretty sweet which meant I could sleep in a bit more. However I was wrong. My dad showed up twice to wake me up at 4:30 and 5:00 to wake me up thinking their flight was still arriving at 6:09. Grrrrrrr. I think those lost two hours were the nice restful kind where you get your good sleep because I could feel the 'blah' the next day.

I got to the Airport early to make sure I was there on time and take into consideration idiot time because I'm an idiot when it comes to following directions properly. Somehow, my idiot reflexes went away as I found the arrival deck pretty quickly. However, we didn't quite leave at that point.

Turns out they'd been put through hell the previous night which had caused the flight delay and Mr. K wanted to file a complaint which was warrented. However, during his complaint time I had to listen to Mrs. K about every minute of their ordeal. Don't get me wrong in that I felt bad for them, but I didn't need a detailed novel about every last second from last night to their arrival. Everyone goes through rough times, but my view is that you should suck it up unless you're asked about it. Thankfully, Mr. K called her in to give a report with the Air Canada supervisor.

After that I went to pick up the van, bring it around and get the Griswold's all packed up. The ride back was the opposite of the ride down for the initial half. I had to turn down the music volume to less that a whisper, McM's sister complain about the hot and then cold fluctuations and then a never ending dinner debate. Eventually Mr.K, being the stand up guy that he is, put his foot down and decided on a little diner off the highway. From there things went a bit smoother. Everyone fell asleep and I was able to turn the music up a little to pass the time.

We arrived back to K-town at about 9pm if my memory serves me correctly and at that point I was done. McM showed up and after a little bit of social exchange with the familia about their trip, we were on our way back to downtown home. I was definately glad to be home. I had a shower and just sat down for what I thought was to be a little downtime. Nope!

Naturally as soon as I get home, everyone decides that they want to get into discussions about the state of affairs of our relationships. I got a little snickity after the crazyness of the day aside form the fact that it seemed to be the same argument I always have with both parties. Needless to say, I wasn't in the mood for it at the time and just shot back as oppose to playing the peacekeeper, which I often do.

From on trip home to another

Well its been one long blur week. Strange thing is that it realy involved no alcohol or distortion causing substances (like Nyquil which will knock you out). Upon waking up last saturday I found myself sufficiently refreshed to make a drive home. I proceeded to get a few things in order to head home for the day and settle up for breakfast. I was too lazy to actually string anything together in the mess that laid remaining from the beiruit invitational, so I decided to end my McDonalds abstinance and just get breakfast there. Matty McMatt was MIA until I got to McDonalds at which point he called and I decided to delay my trip by thirty minutes or so to see if he was in any functional capacity (He has tendency to eat at the Golden King when he's drunk and hate himself the next day). Thankfully there was no golden king but he didn't look like he was in the best shape. Thus I made sure he had some water and then put on Anchorman so he could laugh his way through the pain.

The drive home was pretty relaxing. The three hours just flew by as I had the Phantom OST and Amanda Marshall playin'. No one was present when I got home, so I decided to go shopping at Future Shop. This wasn't one of the best judgements I had made, as it turned into a $150 dollar DVD binge. I was only planning on getting Anchorman, but then saw the Ric Flair DVD set as well as the Eddy Guererro DVD set at FutureShop. In the back of my mind, I said to myself that I realy couldn't get all three. But somewhere else it said shut up and just buy. Thus I did. However, it didn't end there. The same part that said shut up said that I needed the Chris Benoit DVD so I ventured to Best Buy (accross the street) too see if they had it. They did and thus after the hour I had four dvd sets which totalled $150. Man, I have expensive birthday habbits.

Someone was home when I tried again which thankfully ended my birthday shopping. FOr the next little bit, I took care of small items like T4 slips and reading old mail I'd picked up from 94 Division. Turns out there was a $80 cheque there with vacation pay from the now defunct Allie Lou's. Sweet!

My parents, my sister, her boyfriend and myself all went out for dinner at that point. We tried a place called Baton Rouge but it was quite busy so we settled on AppleBee's. I had a Mesquite Steak which was very delicious. I also had an Apple Crisp which was also delicious. I was pretty stuffed at that point. When I got home I just lay there for a little while and went to bed early since I had to pick up the Kirkey's from the Airport in the morning. Then came the next day...

Friday - Not so Much

In retrospect Friday wasn't that eventful but it seemed long since I was a damaged unit. I woke up at 930 determined to make my last two classes. Thankfully at that point one of my classmates came online just as I was leaving letting me know that classes had been cancelled. That was the best news I'd recieved that morning and at that point I curled up into my bed in the fetal position and faded from time and space until about one in the afternoon.

Until Jitsu, I didn't do very much. I tried to get whatever food and liquid I could into me since there was the pre-grading that night but my stomach was on strike from the night before. I did manage to get some spaghetti down and had a delicious salad. Naturally, I was watching Anchorman special features in all of this. Such a brilliant movie.

Pre-grading rolled around and by the end of break falling I was ready to die. Thankfully there was some matsu (meditation break) where I regained control over my stomach and sucked it up for the rest of the event.

Afterwards, there was another dual party event which I needed to attend. At my place, the Beiruit invitational was being held and at Jumpy's he was holding that last party ever at his house. The latter was also a celebration for ActionGal's b-day. It was quite the struggle gettnig away from the Beiruit invitational as everyone was still wishing me a happy birthday and asking about how my night was.

Eventually, I made it to Jumpy's place along with Thumper, acquired some delicious food at A and P and settled into the night there. I brought a few beers but they all went down pretty slowly as my stomach had now gone on strike for both thursday night and a pre-grading. I still managed to have a few quality conversations with a few individuals who I hadn't seen in a while so the night still had its ups. Though, it seemed like I was chasing my new hat down for the duration of the night. It got more attention than I did. I'm gonna have to start taking a fee for renting that thing out.

Though I didn't want to leave Jumpy's, I still had to make it back to the Beiruit invitational and thus left at about 130am. Upon arriving home, I did a bit of socializing before my body decided to shut down and resolve the strike. Sometimes I wish I had unlimited stamina.

Then there's the weekend...

On a bit of an aside, I am now recruiting legions for the Z-unit army. So far there is:
Me - Two Quarter
Thumper - ThumpDaddy
Jumpy - StuDiddy

The deal since thursday

The last couple of days have been busy to say the least.

Thursday
I last left of with a statement that we were approaching the Zoutival and it promised to be a helluva good time. Needless to say Zout made good on that promise. After staying in class to finish an assignment til about 3 pm, I headed home with dreams of making it to the gym, showering and heading out to Alfie's for a Pint and their showing of the U2 concert. None of that realy happend other than the shower part (thankfully) as I just vegged for about 2 hours talking to people who had messaged me to wish me a happy birthday. After the shower though, McM and Overcast took me out to dinner at Stooley's. I had a T-U-Wanna burger which was fantastic as well as a caesar salad. Because I took so long to shower and pretty myself, we were slightly running behind the time people were invited to come over. Needless to say, a few phone calls were recieved in regards to where we were. Our excuse is that there was a five minute problem with the door which required us to use a Trident. A fitting excuse.

At about 8pm, things got underway. The beiruit table was erected and Anchorman was slipped into the DVD player. Between a little "That's two Bitches!" and "Heyo!" a few drinks were consumed. At about 1030ish, Actiongal, BPIC and gal, showed up with guiness and muffins. An unbeatable combination. As the night progressed, people got drunker, I ended up smoking some type of plant covered wrapping and McM got himself into a verbal confrontation (which didn't go over well). Thus as we proceeded to the Peel Pub, he stayed home. I've since come to understand that both parties went at it and pushed each others buttons so I've concluded both were in the wrong. At the bar, I skulled a guiness, took a few random shots down and got yelled at by an off duty server for drunkenly going through jackets (on a pool table) when someone had come by earlier looking for a lost digital camera. I guess I figured I was Jacques Cousteau and could dive deep enough to find something lost.

After heading home (with some help) I proceeded to puke my gusts out about three times with the last round having a bonus tumble on my way to the washroom. By this time I knew I was in for a rough morning.

Friday to follow.

"On a day like today, you never want to see the sun go down"

Ezekiel 25:17: 'The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides with the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon those with great vengeance and with furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know that my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.'

A bible passage from me? Strange I know but it seems quite appropriate on my birthday. Aside from that, I'm stealing this from pulp fiction, so don't look for me to start dishing out bible versus like a bible Thumper.

I woke up this morning in quite the joyous of moods. Obviously it was my b-day and I was going to be treated like the Papa Zout, but what slowly set in is how many people take the time to remember you on days when you'd think you were the last person on their mind. Within about half an hour of walking up, I recieved about a half dozen or so b-day wishes, some from people I didn't expect to hear from at all all with a little something personal to say. I would have like to have stayed and talked (MSN) to all of them but needed to be off to school. Needless to say I was happy to hear a kind word.

And so, it just played in my head over and over again that I'm a pretty fortunate guy to be in the position I'm in. I have had the pleasure of meeting some of the finest individuals and aside from that, know that they would hold me close to them. Now, don't misunderstand and think that I think lowly of myself because that's not the case. My point is simply that all you can ever leave in this world is a smile on people's faces and warm spot of people's heart. Everyone messaging me today is almost a reminder of how many places you've done that and no matter how many times you mess up, say something dumb or just make a fool of yourself, they're still willing to look at you with the same fondness.

Those close people are the ones who sheppard me through life and they're is nothing more special than that. It is the single most important thing that you can get in life and it's nice to to have so much of it in my life. To those, who on a regular basis, greet me with a smile and shake my hand, I'd like to say thank you for without you I wouldn't be the man I am today.

So, I suppose I'd leave off by saying that gifts are always welcome. I love money. I love beer. I love kisses. They're all good on my terms. But you can't outdo what you've already done and that is believe in you're average brown man on his journey called life.

"You stay classy Planet Earth"

It's almost time for a Zoutival

Things are going my way which is wicked sweet. McM made a fantastic meal last night. The dish itself was a pork casserole but the ingredients must have been magic because the meal was delicious.

On the way to class this morning, I found five dollars sitting on the sidewalk. I picked it up and looked around to see if anyone had dropped it but there were likely 30 or so people around so I figured I'd keep it seeing as though I couldn't interview every person. I felt slightly bad that I was just pocketing the money but in a fitting twist, there was a cover your crest about one bock down and decided to donate the money to them. I figured whoever lost it would rather see the money go to a good cause then a beer in my hand.

But, the even better news Ladies and Gentlemen, is that Zoutival is almost upon us and promises to be a hipla and possible even a hoopla. Events will likely include a pre beer at some bar at about 5ish. At this point I will likely be returning home to dinner it up and spruce myself for the Zoutival.

Then it's beiruit time at about 8ish. Hitting a bar at perhaps 11ish then ritzing the dance floor after the bar. It's gonna be a smashing good time.

Happy St. Zouty's Day!

"Look to the sky, its written in the stars"

Quite the simple and nice line. Anyone who manages to name the song it's from will earn Zouty points from Papa Zout.

Today has been mainly filled with a lot of fun filled work since I did a whole lot of nothing yesterday but work on the music video (which you've hopefully watched). Got an assignment done and am studying for a test tommorrow. Boo to tests.

The good part is that after tommorrow it's clear sailing until Thursday B-day Thursday! I'm pretty excited about it as it is gonna good times full of Anchorman quotes and insane hijinks. The attendee list so far is:

-Myself (Papa Zout)
-McM
-Mosie
-BPIC
-BPICgirl
-Jumpy
-ActionGal
-(Your name here. It could be you)

A nice little rounded group which is just what the doctor ordered. I do believe the tentative schedule will be something in the lines of starting at the 439, moving to a Bar for some green beers and then possibly hitting some form of dance establishment. We will have to see. Either way, I'm looking forward to it.

Playing Catchup

This weekend was suppose to be a huge party weekend but instead of doing this I decided to be responsible and catch up on work and sleep. The day started off pretty well with a fair amount of sleeping in and a good breakfast but, as you may gather from my tone, went downhill after that.

While sorting through my notes and piecing together what I needed to do today, I decided to briefly see what kind of footage I got from the sponsored throw last night. As I was going through this, I had some pretty upbeat music going and the next thing I knew I had spent three or four hours working on a sponsored throw music video.

Thus, for the benefit of those who love jitsu and those who have no clue what jitsu looks like, I present the T-Bone sponsored throw music video for 2005:

Sponsored throw video 2005

Score one more for me

I'm not sure why I picked that title. Just a line in a John Mayer song which happend to play.

Sunday was another full filled jitsu day which I cursed myself every moment for drinking my face off, getting five hours of sleep and only having a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I'm definately glad High Cheif decided to take it easy on us sunday.

The day closed off with a little bit of movie and brownie action and BPIC's place. I found out that if you layer brownies to thickly it won't cook as fast and thus shouldn't use a cake pan. Thus it was decided to take mouthfuls of brownie batter and nuke it in the microwave. It was a very interesting little concocktion. Tasty but hot as well. We'll have to do it several more times.

Monday I found out that the test after my b-day was cancelled which was awesome! Something else happend that day which was awesome but I can't remember.

Tuesday was one hell of a day. Me and Fish finally had it out and though the outcome wasn't the ideal way to leave things, it was better than when we started. While walking to class on wednesday, an old HBK line kept ringing in my ears when he said "I've done what I had to do, but lost what I need to have". When dealing with Sparxx I'd put up with a lot of nonsense because I never realy considered myself that much. This time I actually put myself first. I was upset at the way things transpired and held my place regardless of what was put my way. Unfortunately, I think that sweet subtle gentleness that we had was lost. Though I havn't ruled it gone, just on vacation.

This one was tangled, simply put. There was no easy piece of reason to solve this and I know because I searched pretty hard. I'm not a fan of this because I've always contended that their should be easy answers or perhaps I'm not a fan because the easy answer is not one I'm willing to accept. Either way, its ripping a hole in my right now. Time hopefully holds an answer.

It's a week until my b-day and I get the feeling it's gonna be off the hook. It's thursday, it's St. Patty's Day and there is no test the next day. Sweet! Until then, I head to the gym to clear my head as its my one sanctuary aside from Jitsu.

Lesson to learn... go to the gym.

Saturday!

I can only begin by saying that saturday could quite easily be one of the best days of my life. I knew that it was gonna be one of those weekends that stand out based on the fact that all my friends were in town but never in my wildest dreams would I imagine what awaited me.

I awoke saturday morning at about 9ish thinking that I had to get to the course. Upon making the realization that the course was in our hometown this time (and wouldn't have to drive two hours to another town) I could sleep in. However, my sleeping in was brought to an abrubt halt when I heard a pounding on my door about 30 mins later. It turned out to be Je-Pat who came to our house to poop and use the shower. He was suppose to stay over friday night and was entitled to this so it was alright by me.

I decided since I was up, I might as well get a start on the day and my first task was decided for me based on the absolute disaster zone that my family room had become. There was beer spilt everywhere, bottles all over the place and ice melting on the kitchen floor. Since I knew McM would likely be out cold for a while I decided to give him a hand and clean up the funk. Three 24s later and a whole role of paper towel, the house was partially clean. It's as much as I could do before my tummy called for breakfast. After a bowl of cereal and an orange I started to pack the Gi and get ready for the five hour mash-a-thon.

It was then that I got a call to go to Morrison's for breakfast. I thought to myself that a second breakfast would be fine since the course was an hour or so away. I ordered quite the meal and even though it was full, I was fine and dandy when the course actually rolled around. Man, it was one helluva good time and crazy whooping. I suppose the only downside was that two people got hurt.

I arrived home to shower and clean myself up and make myself pretty for the bar. After getting a call from Mosie about tentative plans for the night, Thumper and I took off for the bar. Upon getting to the bar, I realized I had no money in my wallet and thus needed to head to the banking machine. After convincing Jumpy to head to a bank machine with me, I was on my way. What was awaiting me completely unreal. There was only one of three machines in operation and the man at the machine was some old piss drunk codger (who I think pissed himself) passing out on the machine complaining that the machine screwed him of his money. Just my gawd damn luck! After waiting there for about 15 minutes, one of his more sober friends came by to help him finish his transaction and be on his way. I was ready to shoot someone at this point so thankfully he finished.

After finally arriving at the bar, I sat down to have a delicous Steak dinner which was off the charts. Apparently the chef didn't believe in pre cut steaks so he cuts them fresh of the shank when they're ordered and the deliciuosness was quite evident. Upon finishing dinner I decided to cut into the drinks and start socializing. What happend next would be something I'd never forget for the rest of my life.

I was sitting chatting with Robden and his gal when I was called over by BPIC to a table where Thumper was sitting with High Chief. While walking over I was thinking to myself that they were probably just going to ask me if I was going to teach BPIC's club while they were in calgary. As I sat down, High Chief gave me one of his sinister smiles which always says "You're gonna love this." At this point I was almost certain that they were going to ask me to teach. However, the conversation went as such:

High Chief: (Laughs)
Thumper: T-Bone! What are you doing the 14th, 15th, 16th and 17th?
Myself: Nothing much, why?
Thumper: Well there is a calgary trip as you know and we think you should come.

Thinking this was a way to get out of the montreal trip I fired back:

Myself: Oh no. You're not getting out of montreal that easy. And I've already told you that I can't come to Calgary on account of finances. So you're comming to Montreal!

Thumper: (Pause and look at High Chief) Well... what if I said the expenses of the flight were covered?

Myself: (Pause) (Blink) (Pause) Oh no. I can't let you do that. I might have called you a doo doo head and kindergarden baby, but only wanted you to come to montreal, not this. No way.

Thumper: Well, you're too late as it already been done. BPIC booked the ticket last night.

Myself: (Long Pause)

Thumper: So needless to say now I can't afford to come to montreal. And besides, it wouldn't be the same without you.

I realy couldn't form any more words at that point. No one, save for my parents, had ever done anything that nice for me in my entire life. I was just a stunned bunny at that point. [I will add here, that I love the three of you for putting this together for me. Nothing could mean more to me than to take money out of your pocket, just to have me there. Thank you].

After hugging everyone for a solid two or three minutes, I proceeded back to socialize. I was having trouble gaining my composure for a good half and hour though. Eventually I would get it back and proceed to celebrate with the b-day boy. A shot here, a car bomb there and I was on my way.

I awaited for my university buddies to get in touch with me for about an hour or so but would never get that call. Thus it was time to take matters into my own hands. I decided to go to one of the possible mentioned destinations, the elixer, at about 1 am. Thankfully I ran into an acquaintance who knew most of my friends and thus confirmed that I was in the right spot. I paid my $5, chastized Mosie for not calling me and then proceeded to dance it up. It might entertain you to know that someone tried to pick a fight with me because I wouldn't let him randomly dance with one girl who was hanging out with the crowd. However, I managed to avoid that situation. The night winded down with us heading out leaving Mosie to hang out with DQ5000 which was a fitting punishment for not calling. [I don't like DQ5000 because she has done nothing but be a bitch to my best friend and ate pizza that I bought for her only to insult me after without thanking me. I wish I had more phone books].

The night concluded with some of us heading to Denny's for some dessert. It was a good time overall but everyone was falling asleep. I couldn't figure out how these people, who hadn't gone through a hellish five hour course, were tired. Perhaps it was because I was drunk. Je-Pat fell asleep on me after having his dessert so I ended up paying for him. All is well that ends well. I got home that night at about 430 only to realized that I had to be up for 9 am to train again. How wonderful.

As you can see, it was a pretty zanny day.

The end to an awesome weekend

This past weekend was one of the best and most eventful weekends I've had in my entire life. Thus, I'm going to make this a multi-part blog entry chronicalling each day from friday to sunday.

Friday:
Friday morning started off in the normal manner with school and what not. Pretty mundane stuff as per usual. We had a test that morning that went realy well and got 95% percent on. From there on in, I completely zoned out til I got back home. From there I decided to send Thumper another e-mail to see if I could pursuade him to come to montreal.

This was the second in a line where the subject was that "The T-Bone guy is spreading rumours about you". The first rumour was that T-Bone was going to attempt to guilt Thumper into comming to Montreal by reminding him it was T-Bone's b-day and that it would be his last Road Trip with the Queen's club. This second (and more hilarious) one was that T-Bone was being even worse and threatening to call him a 'doo-doo head' and 'kindergarden baby' if he did not come. The e-mails were half in jest and half serious. I selfishly wanted him to come to Montreal but not at any personal expense and think that the e-mails said that well. I think he realized that and it came into play later.

The rest of the day was spent trying to get work done since none would get done during the week. This worked for two hours at which point my brain shut down and asked for a break. This worked out well as the furnace repairman came by to fix what we thought at the time was a broken furnace. He came in, went downstairs and proceeded to start his diagnosis. The first thing that came out of his mouth was "wow!" which made me say "hu-what?". Apparently, out furnace is so old that it didn't even have a time stamp but instead a model number which told him that our machine was from 1968!!!!!!!!

He then proceeded to further tell me that there were a whole bunch of things wrong with it (busted heat exchanger, crippled motor, worn out belt) and that all this stuff was causing carbon monoxide emission! Carbon Monoxide?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Great Oden's Raven! Thus, I was told that the gas needed to be shut off immediately and the furnace needed to be replaced (because they can't get parts from 1968). Thus I needed to call in McM, so he could call in his parents to handle the situation (they own the house). He arrived home, got the synopsis and proceeded to call his parents, who were on vacation in Mexico. Now up until this point, we'd had a borken furnace, and $85 service fee and needed to get space heaters to warm the house. After speaking with McM's dad, the fee was waived, we had a new furnace and the sales representative was going to stop by and bring us space heaters. Amazing!!! No other could take care of things that well and that fast. Too bad we've had to run space heaters for five days. Ughhhhhh.

Thumper, BPIC and I arrived before the session early as it was Anders b-day and we wanted to pick out some good throws to thump him with. Upon meeting with them, I told BPIC about the e-mails and he laughed. When Thumper walked in, he asked him if he'd heard 'what that T-Bone guy had been saying?' to which Thumper answered in jest that he'd lay him out if he found out it was true. We all laughed.

Three hour session rolled by and we thumped Anders good. You can view the video on my website. After the session I had a chance to talk to Thumper about the likelyhood of him comming to Montreal and he said if he was going to Calgary he realy couldn't make it due to many commitments which was fair. I was slightly bummed but figured it was only one trip. From there I rolled home as McM said our buddies were stopping by later that night. After struggling to make Dinner and have a shower (because I was tired), I joined into the festivites with RA and McM. We watched our bible, Anchorman and jested for a few. Our buddies eventually came by for all of 10 mins before going to the Nog. I would have gone but didn't want to spend money and needed sleep before a weekend course and thus I retired. However, we did make plans for saturday night. A saturday that would turn out to be even wackier than friday.

This is ridiculous!

For the past two weekends I've realy had nothing to do except school work as nothing seemed to be happening. Then all of a sudden comes this weekend where I can easily forecast that there won't be enough time to fit all plans into. Provincials are comming up and since this will be the last one I'll be attending as a member of the Queen's Club (since I'm in Cornhole next year) and thus was gonna kick back and let it all fly. Now I must say, Provincials are usually quite the event. Five hours of training on the saturday and four on the sunday not to mention a giant social. Thus, even though it's a blast and worthwhile, the weekend is shot.

Two days ago, I found out that about a dozen or so of my buddies from the university run were comming down on saturday, a couple of which are the type of people you smile just being around. I should also add that some folk, I havn't seen since we graduated last year april which is almost a good year ago. Conflict of interest!!!!

I'm at a crossroads where my heart screams to hang out with both groups but knows there's only so much time in the day. The only thing that I have on my side is that Provincials are in Kingston so I might be able to jump around like a Mexican jumping bean.

"What do I do? This is HARD!!!!"

Other random thoughts:
- t - 13 days
- Montreal in a week and I still need a contingency plan to get Thumper and Baby Bear to come
- Damn Test every week
- There's not enough time in the day to study
- It's almost been a month since I was made to feel worthless, but am past it now
- I have to go to the gym, then toucan and still have time to study
- Good thing OC is a re-run.

Wow, there are a lot of things in there. What's on your brain?

My Integirty Test Said:

eRLF Raw Score: -15, 10, 20, 10.

enigmatic: Casual in introspection, prone to be mysterious. Reliable: Consistent in foul weather, prone to self-confidence. Loyal: Obliged to others, prone to be responsible. Faithful: Genuine in romance, prone to be hurt.

The Integrity Test
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A run of thoughts

Well let's see here; Radiography of the Stomach and Upper GI, Research Ethics, Cardiovascular, Duplication/Subtraction and introduction to health care. That's likely why my brain isn't working right now and always takes a while to recharge.

March is here and promises to be more interesting than last month. Provincials are this weekend (5th and 6th) and they're in Kingston! The following week (12th and 13th) is up in the air as there is either, the possibility of a Jitsu montreal trip, a jump to hamilton to celebrate a friend's b-day or just throw a huge party at my house for my own b-day. The weekend after that I'm going home to visit the familia and pick up the Griswolds at the airport. From there, there's the easter weekend and Queen's pre-gradings. Not to mention the actual grading on April 1st and then the Queen's Semi-Formal on the 10th. In summary:

March 2005
5th and 6th	Provincials
9th	Sponsored Throw
12th and 13th	Montreal Road Trip/ Trip to Hamilton/ Giant Party???
18th	Queen's Pre-Grading: Green and Above
19th-20th	Home for Rest / Griswold Pickup
23rd	Queen's Pre-Grading: Orange and Below
April 2005
1st	Queen's Grading
3rd	Feast - A - Mania for WM 21!!
4th-8th	Exams
9th	Queen's Semi - Formal

Then there's school and regular training which in total amount to quite the mouthful. "Great Oden's Raven!"

Current Song: Andrew Llyod Webber - Wishing you were somehow here again