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.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
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.
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.
Monday, March 07, 2005
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.
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.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
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:
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
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=5131731863914616130
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
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:
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
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
Friday, February 25, 2005
Asepticville
Well, it happend. I finally snapped, went blitzwing and cleaned the majority of the house. I had been able to deal with it for the most part but wednesday night is when I cracked. In what could be described as an out of the ordinary event, a beiruit competition was held on a wednesday. At this event I did end up getting quite drunk but aside from that massive amounts of beer was spilt. On top of that, the wash bowels kept filling with massive amounts of grossness from the floor. Thus I cracked and if I wasn't so hungover and tired yesterday, I would likely have done it yesterday.
Today, after doing the dishes, wiping down the shelves, sweeping and then vacuuming, the house is for the most part clean. McM even pitched and cleaned the bathroom. (though I don't think he swept because the broom never left the kitchen).
The jitsu community here at Queen's will be expieriencing a special treat today. One of the higher level Dan's will be visting the club today. I have had the prilege of training under him on two seperate occasions and must say that it is quite a treat. One those occasions I was a yellow and the second time a green belt. I'm exicted to see what he might have in his hat now that I'm brown and am allowed to do all the cool stuff.
The OC--> Lesbian kisses, hot Kiersten and Summer kissing Seth spiderman style = fan-frekin-tastic. Booya!
Today, after doing the dishes, wiping down the shelves, sweeping and then vacuuming, the house is for the most part clean. McM even pitched and cleaned the bathroom. (though I don't think he swept because the broom never left the kitchen).
The jitsu community here at Queen's will be expieriencing a special treat today. One of the higher level Dan's will be visting the club today. I have had the prilege of training under him on two seperate occasions and must say that it is quite a treat. One those occasions I was a yellow and the second time a green belt. I'm exicted to see what he might have in his hat now that I'm brown and am allowed to do all the cool stuff.
The OC--> Lesbian kisses, hot Kiersten and Summer kissing Seth spiderman style = fan-frekin-tastic. Booya!
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Here it is!
Ladies and Gentlemen!
I present to you the intro to the show that will never exist but will forever be a hit amongst all of you!
The 439
I present to you the intro to the show that will never exist but will forever be a hit amongst all of you!
The 439
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
"It's AnchorMAN! Not AnchorLADY!"
Well, if people havn't figured it out yet, the movie Anchorman has become my new bible as I love it and will follow it religiously. Here are some excerpts from this very hilarious movie:
Ron Burgundy: I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Down it goes, into my belly...
Brian Fantana: Oh, that was one crazy party. I am hung over.
Champ Kind: Tell me about it. I woke up this morning and I shit a squirrel. I mean it. Literally. Hell of it is, damn thing's still alive. So I got this shit-covered squirrel down there in the office. Don't know what to name it.
Brick Tamland: You should name it Shaun! [From Wake up Ron Burgandy]
Ron Burgundy: You are a smelly pirate hooker!
Veronica Corningstone: You look like a blueberry!
Ron Burgundy: Why don't you go back to your home on Whore Island!
Veronica Corningstone: Well you... have bad hair!
Ron Burgundy: 1001, 1002, 1003. Ohh, it's a deep burn! It's so deep! Oh, I can barely lift my right arm because I did so many. I don't know if you heard me counting, but I did over a thousand.
Ron Burgundy: I'm going to punch you in the ovary, right in the babymaker.
Ron Burgundy: Boy, that escalated quickly... I mean, that really got out of hand fast!
Champ Kind: It jumped up a notch!
Ron Burgundy: It did, didn't it?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, I stabbed a man in the heart!
Ron Burgundy: I saw that! Brick killed a guy! Did you throw a trident?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident!
Ron Burgundy: Brick, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You should find yourself a safehouse or a relative close by. Lay low for a while, because you're probably wanted for murder.
Well, that's enough for now. It's only about half of them if that. I'll likely add another addition to compliment this one. At the gym today I was contemplating who would be my news team if I were to belong to one.
If it was the kingston folk:
Bleat: Ron
McM: Brian Fantana
Myself: Champ
RA: (smart) Brick [From wake up Ron Burgandy]
If it was Jitsu Folk:
Myself - Champ
BPIC - Brian
Thumper - Ron
Anders - Brick
Somehow, I think I'll be sworn at for that.
Current Song: Goo Goo Dolls - Give a little bit
Ron Burgundy: I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Down it goes, into my belly...
Brian Fantana: Oh, that was one crazy party. I am hung over.
Champ Kind: Tell me about it. I woke up this morning and I shit a squirrel. I mean it. Literally. Hell of it is, damn thing's still alive. So I got this shit-covered squirrel down there in the office. Don't know what to name it.
Brick Tamland: You should name it Shaun! [From Wake up Ron Burgandy]
Ron Burgundy: You are a smelly pirate hooker!
Veronica Corningstone: You look like a blueberry!
Ron Burgundy: Why don't you go back to your home on Whore Island!
Veronica Corningstone: Well you... have bad hair!
Ron Burgundy: 1001, 1002, 1003. Ohh, it's a deep burn! It's so deep! Oh, I can barely lift my right arm because I did so many. I don't know if you heard me counting, but I did over a thousand.
Ron Burgundy: I'm going to punch you in the ovary, right in the babymaker.
Ron Burgundy: Boy, that escalated quickly... I mean, that really got out of hand fast!
Champ Kind: It jumped up a notch!
Ron Burgundy: It did, didn't it?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, I stabbed a man in the heart!
Ron Burgundy: I saw that! Brick killed a guy! Did you throw a trident?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident!
Ron Burgundy: Brick, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You should find yourself a safehouse or a relative close by. Lay low for a while, because you're probably wanted for murder.
Well, that's enough for now. It's only about half of them if that. I'll likely add another addition to compliment this one. At the gym today I was contemplating who would be my news team if I were to belong to one.
If it was the kingston folk:
Bleat: Ron
McM: Brian Fantana
Myself: Champ
RA: (smart) Brick [From wake up Ron Burgandy]
If it was Jitsu Folk:
Myself - Champ
BPIC - Brian
Thumper - Ron
Anders - Brick
Somehow, I think I'll be sworn at for that.
Current Song: Goo Goo Dolls - Give a little bit
Monday, February 21, 2005
The swords have been laid down
And so, the great battle of our time came to a somewhat anti-climatic conclusion on saturday ending a week long strife. The reason for the lack of drama ending came from the sage words of Natasha who identified that we were at a point where we were simply arguing about what one person said in response to some previous statement and were not actaully bringing up the stem of the original conflict. Upon actually doing so, the real problem (which was silly) was identified and apologies were made. Thus, we decided to resume things back to normal and get somewhat inebriated with some Beiruit. Mosie also popped in for a cameo visit which was sweet.
I've watched five movies this weekend and found one word to describe each of them.
Saw- Twisted
Ong-Bak - Intense
Sideways - Divine
Phantom of the Opera - Brilliant
Ladder 49 - Moving
It's not often you watch five flicks and they all turn out to be good.
Sunday, McM, RA and myself all attended a Daytona 500 party at the residence of RA's boss. I've never been into Nascar but was allured by the promise of a large feast. RA was not kidding when he said there would be scores of food. There was chili, Meatballs, Veggies, cupcakes, cake, Feta Paté and a host of other items. And with that, my diet went out the window for the day.
There was one girl at the Daytona party who seemed familiar but knew I'd never met. Towards the end of the race, I somewhat put my finger on it in that this girl reminded me of a dream I'd had quite a while back (grade 9). She seemed quite young so that might be why it struck up a memory from that time frame though what got me was that I still remember a dream that much later. Amazing what the mind keeps in vault.
I've been thinking I might make an entry similar to McMs about the ideal girl but that may take some time since I'm more for personality. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
I've watched five movies this weekend and found one word to describe each of them.
Saw- Twisted
Ong-Bak - Intense
Sideways - Divine
Phantom of the Opera - Brilliant
Ladder 49 - Moving
It's not often you watch five flicks and they all turn out to be good.
Sunday, McM, RA and myself all attended a Daytona 500 party at the residence of RA's boss. I've never been into Nascar but was allured by the promise of a large feast. RA was not kidding when he said there would be scores of food. There was chili, Meatballs, Veggies, cupcakes, cake, Feta Paté and a host of other items. And with that, my diet went out the window for the day.
There was one girl at the Daytona party who seemed familiar but knew I'd never met. Towards the end of the race, I somewhat put my finger on it in that this girl reminded me of a dream I'd had quite a while back (grade 9). She seemed quite young so that might be why it struck up a memory from that time frame though what got me was that I still remember a dream that much later. Amazing what the mind keeps in vault.
I've been thinking I might make an entry similar to McMs about the ideal girl but that may take some time since I'm more for personality. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Friday, February 18, 2005
The Value of rational thinking
Plato, Aristotle and various other philosophers were studies of rational thought and appricated human life because we were the only species that were believed to be capable of sophisticated rational thought. I have always been a student of this style because it quite simply makes the most sense as that is it's nature.
In a somewhat heated argument between myself and McM, I attempted to discuss with him the problems that I had with him and why I thought this way. When I attempted to follow rational thought bringing evidence into my side of the argument I was accused of "grasping at straws and having a weak argument". I endugled this for a bit and asked for something to any piece of information that would counter my original statement. What I was met with was, "you're an idiot and you're wrong" and various other forms of that statement. When I further pointed out that he wasn't dissuading me from my standpoint and to come up with something better, all I was treated to was more "you're an idiot and your argument is weak."
So all I was treated to was a lot of adhominum (sp?) as oppose to something with foundation. What do I mean by foundation? Well, I'll justify a statement I made earlier with some foundation. The statement itself? "That peice of shit left me to do the garbage in the rain. Mofo" A little harsh? Sure. Why did I say it? For the following reasons:
Imagine that for the majority of the time you deal with someone's shortcommings in stride and take it with smile. Shortcomming's like:
- Never replacing my coffee table that was broken at one of his parties
- Stealing my winter gloves in the cold weather several time without ever asking so I was gloveless
- Opening a brand new bag of salad mix which I'd bought, when there was one a quarter full already in the fridge
- Constantly hogging the bandwidth on the internet for useless downloads
- Rarely cleaning up after his poker/beiruit nights which includes use of my table
- Throwing a McDonalds bag on the floor (the meal which I had purchased for him) on the floor of the family room which I had spent the day cleaning after one of his parties
- Likely a dozen other items which I shall not list because their personal
Then, leaving to go fuck around and leaving the garbage for me to do. On top of this, while I can't prove it, I'm pretty sure it was to spite me for not speaking to him. I'm judging this based on the fact that the response was "go fuck yourself" as oppose to "it just slipped my mind". That's an action and the reasoning behind it.
I would like nothing more than to be wrong about this and say I made a judgement call that was wrong but so far I've only been met with hostile aggression. And so I'll wait until evidence of the contrary is brought my way to make that call.
For those of you wondering what we're argument, I can't say because it's personal. Probably the reason it's gotten so big.
And for the record, if the friendship was to end (which I'm not saying it's close to), I'd say that slandering someone on the internet weighs heavier than not speaking to someone and swearing at them once. I'm sure comments will decide.
Current Song: Kenny Rogers - The Gambler (fitting)
In a somewhat heated argument between myself and McM, I attempted to discuss with him the problems that I had with him and why I thought this way. When I attempted to follow rational thought bringing evidence into my side of the argument I was accused of "grasping at straws and having a weak argument". I endugled this for a bit and asked for something to any piece of information that would counter my original statement. What I was met with was, "you're an idiot and you're wrong" and various other forms of that statement. When I further pointed out that he wasn't dissuading me from my standpoint and to come up with something better, all I was treated to was more "you're an idiot and your argument is weak."
So all I was treated to was a lot of adhominum (sp?) as oppose to something with foundation. What do I mean by foundation? Well, I'll justify a statement I made earlier with some foundation. The statement itself? "That peice of shit left me to do the garbage in the rain. Mofo" A little harsh? Sure. Why did I say it? For the following reasons:
Imagine that for the majority of the time you deal with someone's shortcommings in stride and take it with smile. Shortcomming's like:
- Never replacing my coffee table that was broken at one of his parties
- Stealing my winter gloves in the cold weather several time without ever asking so I was gloveless
- Opening a brand new bag of salad mix which I'd bought, when there was one a quarter full already in the fridge
- Constantly hogging the bandwidth on the internet for useless downloads
- Rarely cleaning up after his poker/beiruit nights which includes use of my table
- Throwing a McDonalds bag on the floor (the meal which I had purchased for him) on the floor of the family room which I had spent the day cleaning after one of his parties
- Likely a dozen other items which I shall not list because their personal
Then, leaving to go fuck around and leaving the garbage for me to do. On top of this, while I can't prove it, I'm pretty sure it was to spite me for not speaking to him. I'm judging this based on the fact that the response was "go fuck yourself" as oppose to "it just slipped my mind". That's an action and the reasoning behind it.
I would like nothing more than to be wrong about this and say I made a judgement call that was wrong but so far I've only been met with hostile aggression. And so I'll wait until evidence of the contrary is brought my way to make that call.
For those of you wondering what we're argument, I can't say because it's personal. Probably the reason it's gotten so big.
And for the record, if the friendship was to end (which I'm not saying it's close to), I'd say that slandering someone on the internet weighs heavier than not speaking to someone and swearing at them once. I'm sure comments will decide.
Current Song: Kenny Rogers - The Gambler (fitting)
Monday, February 14, 2005
Respect from your peers
Well, it's about time that I made a post, after all, it has been a solid week. Last week was spent in a very rageful and angry state which is the reason I didn't post. Grrrrrrrrr. I've always made it a point to never say anything in states like that because most of the time something is said for anger's sake and not because it's actually meant.
For the time being, it's safe to say that I've snapped out of that spell. The reason for this could only be an excellent jitsu weekend getting the wind knocked out of me and boozing it up. Saturday saw a day filled with Tai-Sabaki leading into lots and lots of drops. So not only were you dizzy at the outset of the technique but would also go onto get dropped to finish. I think it's safe to say the everyone from orange belt to Dan's were sore and tired by the end of the session.
The course finished and we headed over to Anti-Grav's where we would be spending the night. I think upon getting a cup and water source, I drank about two litres of water and sat for a good thirty minutes straight. Anti-Grav's girlfriend shared some of her excellent brownies with us and then it was off to downtown for dinner and drinks.
Dinner was at the good old Elgin Street Diner. That place never fails to serve the greasiet food within ten minutes and once again didn't fail. As bad as I knew it was, I still downed the cheeseburger and poutine that I ordered and it hit the spot. From there we headed to the Oz café.
Now before I begin, I have never like the Oz café based on it's size and the usual amount of people we have show up. If I'm ever in a crowded room, the first thing I'll do it head for an empty corner and usually wait for people to come to me as I can't stand being surrounded by people. This is usually the case at the Oz café but this time it was different. There were about a dozen or so of the Jitsuka that I've grown up with through my jitsu journey which was nice and welcome. Thus I decided to take advantage and have a drink or two and talk to those that I had not seen in a while.
One or two... a few conversations... sleep... yeah right. There comes a point where you're use to having a drink in hand and enjoying talking to someone so much then when the drink ends and the conversation is still going, you get another drink. Let's just say there were a lot of good coversations going that night including me modeling several women's purses. I think I was enjoying everything so much that when it came time to catch a ride home with Anti-Grav, I opted out favouring staying with Thumper. The night kept rolling until it was closing time and what would seem like an end to the night. Not the case however. At the end, there were three of us left which included Thumper, myself and FlippyDan. Instead of kicking us out of the bar though, the two owners invited us to stay in the bar. The only catch was that we had to move out of sight at the entrance. A fair trade.
We continued talking about life and such with the owner joining us and even giving out a round of hot choclates. That was definately very, very nice of them and was definately appreciated by T-Bone and the rest. Oz gets major points and will definately be my prefered destination from here on in.
At one point in the later hours of the morning (?) we were talking about clubs and about how I could go about getting some teaching experience in my year in cornhole. I'm not sure what lead into what was said next, but at a moment which I think will forever stick in my head, Flippy Dan turned to me and said that if I ever happend to be in Peterborough and attending his session, that he would have me line up with him at the front of the class and have him teach his students. For a moment I just stopped as I didn't know how to respond to that. I've respected what FlippyDan brings to the table ever since I've met him, both on and off the mats and for him to tell me that I could line up with him at the front of class (haks or not) put a smile on my... soul. It's safe to say, that most Jitsuka always wonder whether, they're actaully embodying the spirit of Shorinji Kan Jiu Jitsu at all points of their training and to me, this said that someone recognized that I did and that their was a mutual respect from a peer.
Eventually I came back to real life and started joining in on the conversation again, but would never realy leave that moment. Hopefully, it won't go to my head. Things continued a bit further past that but Thumper and I knew it was time to go when he said "Anyone want to watch the sun go down?". We got a Taxi home with a never ending joke telling driver and about six am he hit the bed.
We were awoken that morning by Anti-Grav who asked us if we wanted to go get breakfast to which I reponded whether he in turn could bring breakfast to me and feed me. Gawd I was tired, hungover and dehydrated. Such a wonderful combination. Needless to say, at the purple and above portion of the course that day, I felt every breakfall and my head was about ready to split at the end. Upon conclusion, we showered, hit the ol subway on the way out and headed back home. I hit the bed at seven and didn't wake up til seven this morning. All in all, an awesome week. Killed my anger completely.
Hope everyone is having a Happy Valentine's Day and all the ladies who read this save me a special valentine's day kiss. :O) I'm bad, you love it.
For the time being, it's safe to say that I've snapped out of that spell. The reason for this could only be an excellent jitsu weekend getting the wind knocked out of me and boozing it up. Saturday saw a day filled with Tai-Sabaki leading into lots and lots of drops. So not only were you dizzy at the outset of the technique but would also go onto get dropped to finish. I think it's safe to say the everyone from orange belt to Dan's were sore and tired by the end of the session.
The course finished and we headed over to Anti-Grav's where we would be spending the night. I think upon getting a cup and water source, I drank about two litres of water and sat for a good thirty minutes straight. Anti-Grav's girlfriend shared some of her excellent brownies with us and then it was off to downtown for dinner and drinks.
Dinner was at the good old Elgin Street Diner. That place never fails to serve the greasiet food within ten minutes and once again didn't fail. As bad as I knew it was, I still downed the cheeseburger and poutine that I ordered and it hit the spot. From there we headed to the Oz café.
Now before I begin, I have never like the Oz café based on it's size and the usual amount of people we have show up. If I'm ever in a crowded room, the first thing I'll do it head for an empty corner and usually wait for people to come to me as I can't stand being surrounded by people. This is usually the case at the Oz café but this time it was different. There were about a dozen or so of the Jitsuka that I've grown up with through my jitsu journey which was nice and welcome. Thus I decided to take advantage and have a drink or two and talk to those that I had not seen in a while.
One or two... a few conversations... sleep... yeah right. There comes a point where you're use to having a drink in hand and enjoying talking to someone so much then when the drink ends and the conversation is still going, you get another drink. Let's just say there were a lot of good coversations going that night including me modeling several women's purses. I think I was enjoying everything so much that when it came time to catch a ride home with Anti-Grav, I opted out favouring staying with Thumper. The night kept rolling until it was closing time and what would seem like an end to the night. Not the case however. At the end, there were three of us left which included Thumper, myself and FlippyDan. Instead of kicking us out of the bar though, the two owners invited us to stay in the bar. The only catch was that we had to move out of sight at the entrance. A fair trade.
We continued talking about life and such with the owner joining us and even giving out a round of hot choclates. That was definately very, very nice of them and was definately appreciated by T-Bone and the rest. Oz gets major points and will definately be my prefered destination from here on in.
At one point in the later hours of the morning (?) we were talking about clubs and about how I could go about getting some teaching experience in my year in cornhole. I'm not sure what lead into what was said next, but at a moment which I think will forever stick in my head, Flippy Dan turned to me and said that if I ever happend to be in Peterborough and attending his session, that he would have me line up with him at the front of the class and have him teach his students. For a moment I just stopped as I didn't know how to respond to that. I've respected what FlippyDan brings to the table ever since I've met him, both on and off the mats and for him to tell me that I could line up with him at the front of class (haks or not) put a smile on my... soul. It's safe to say, that most Jitsuka always wonder whether, they're actaully embodying the spirit of Shorinji Kan Jiu Jitsu at all points of their training and to me, this said that someone recognized that I did and that their was a mutual respect from a peer.
Eventually I came back to real life and started joining in on the conversation again, but would never realy leave that moment. Hopefully, it won't go to my head. Things continued a bit further past that but Thumper and I knew it was time to go when he said "Anyone want to watch the sun go down?". We got a Taxi home with a never ending joke telling driver and about six am he hit the bed.
We were awoken that morning by Anti-Grav who asked us if we wanted to go get breakfast to which I reponded whether he in turn could bring breakfast to me and feed me. Gawd I was tired, hungover and dehydrated. Such a wonderful combination. Needless to say, at the purple and above portion of the course that day, I felt every breakfall and my head was about ready to split at the end. Upon conclusion, we showered, hit the ol subway on the way out and headed back home. I hit the bed at seven and didn't wake up til seven this morning. All in all, an awesome week. Killed my anger completely.
Hope everyone is having a Happy Valentine's Day and all the ladies who read this save me a special valentine's day kiss. :O) I'm bad, you love it.
Monday, February 07, 2005
Super Bowl Bonanza!
Last night was the superbowl and while I've never been any type of football fan, I was invited to a super bowl bash and thus decided to partake. The main lure of this endevor were the muchies provided to me from the Griswolds but other than that I also enjoy the antics of the Griswold's and thus had another reason to go.
Overall, it was good times. Mrs. G made a WHOLE wack of appertizers which included a veggie platter, nachos with two types of dip, shrimp ring, bowl of nuts, chips and a crackers plate. I couldn't believe it. I was in snack heaven and dug in very quickly anticipating that others would soon arrive and also demolish these delicious foods. I was soon to learn though that other than the Griswold family and a selection of the McM clique, we would be all the invitees. I could not believe it. There was a mass of food to the seven or eight of us.
The game itself began and amidst watching it and trying to decipher the rantings of Mr. G, I found the game pretty entertaining. I wasn't rooting for anyone, as I knew nothing about football but always like the idea of a team competing to be the best.
The half time show was terrible. I realy can't figure out how they couldn't find anyone better than Paul McCartney. I mean honestly, I can understand the network's point of view and trying to find something more family oriented but this was just boring. I found the fireworks more entertaining than the preformer. The only thing that excited me at this point was the prospect of dinner.
Dinner was awesome too. Not only was their delicious lasagna but also delicious sausage. Delicious! Because, everything Mrs. G makes is delicious, the food went down fast than Paris Hilton with... well, whatever guy she's with. From there we proceeded to the second half of the game.
I could barely sit at this point as I'd filled every inch of my stomach with food and thus I layed down for the second half. The game was close and in the end made for an exciting ending although, the eagles seemed to throw the game somewhat. However, I could be wrong. Postgame, Mrs. G served us lemon maringue pie. I realy shouldn't have eaten more but I did anyways because it looked fantastic.
After this we watched the Simpsons and American Dad which wern't that great but made for a satisfactory end to the night. We departed from the Griswold's all full to the Brim and ready for bed. As soon as I got home I hit the bed like a Brick. If only I could eat like that all my life.
Current Song: Jennifer Lopez - Get Right (who knew such an annoying beat could produce a somewhat decent song)
Overall, it was good times. Mrs. G made a WHOLE wack of appertizers which included a veggie platter, nachos with two types of dip, shrimp ring, bowl of nuts, chips and a crackers plate. I couldn't believe it. I was in snack heaven and dug in very quickly anticipating that others would soon arrive and also demolish these delicious foods. I was soon to learn though that other than the Griswold family and a selection of the McM clique, we would be all the invitees. I could not believe it. There was a mass of food to the seven or eight of us.
The game itself began and amidst watching it and trying to decipher the rantings of Mr. G, I found the game pretty entertaining. I wasn't rooting for anyone, as I knew nothing about football but always like the idea of a team competing to be the best.
The half time show was terrible. I realy can't figure out how they couldn't find anyone better than Paul McCartney. I mean honestly, I can understand the network's point of view and trying to find something more family oriented but this was just boring. I found the fireworks more entertaining than the preformer. The only thing that excited me at this point was the prospect of dinner.
Dinner was awesome too. Not only was their delicious lasagna but also delicious sausage. Delicious! Because, everything Mrs. G makes is delicious, the food went down fast than Paris Hilton with... well, whatever guy she's with. From there we proceeded to the second half of the game.
I could barely sit at this point as I'd filled every inch of my stomach with food and thus I layed down for the second half. The game was close and in the end made for an exciting ending although, the eagles seemed to throw the game somewhat. However, I could be wrong. Postgame, Mrs. G served us lemon maringue pie. I realy shouldn't have eaten more but I did anyways because it looked fantastic.
After this we watched the Simpsons and American Dad which wern't that great but made for a satisfactory end to the night. We departed from the Griswold's all full to the Brim and ready for bed. As soon as I got home I hit the bed like a Brick. If only I could eat like that all my life.
Current Song: Jennifer Lopez - Get Right (who knew such an annoying beat could produce a somewhat decent song)
Friday, February 04, 2005
Back from the Homested
Today I returned home from Brownzmania to my second home in K-town. I spent the majority of my time off either sleeping, lazing about or downloading DVDs. I've never actually downloaded a dvd before, but thought I'd try it out to say that I've done it and know how to do it. I still prefer the Xvid movie as it allows for almost the same viewing pleasure and downloads in a tenth of the time. It's also easier to find on the internet. The postitive side to downloading a DVD is that I can watch the movie in my DVD player which is cool because I can lay about the house and watch my movie.
Got some shopping done while I was at home. Two shirts were purchased from Old Navy and a tank top from Trent 21 (the local T-shirt store). It was quite difficult finding a new T-shirt as there was a huge selection to choose from. There were many new designs including the nintendo genre as well as some new family guy stuff. After eliminating a good portion of the t-shirts I did want (based on themes which I already have t-shirts to cover) I narrowed it down to a Spider-Man ribbed tank top and a spray paint punisher logo t-shirt. Now I have to admit, the punisher shirt was pretty f'n cool, but in the end I eliminated it mainly because McM has one already and it would lost its orginality. Thus I purchased the Spider-Man Tank which I am still happy with.
Upon returning to K-town and disclosing this information to McM, a somewhat heated argument began in regards to this choice. His point was, that regardless of whether or not he had the shirt, that I should have purchased the Punisher logo shirt. This was based on the premise that the Punisher has a higher degree of coolness and could dummy Spider-Man with one shot. I counter argued that the Punisher couldn't hit what he couldn't catch and thus would lose to Spider-Man as he would flip all over the place and shoot web into the Punshier's guns. Thus I am still satisfied with my purchase. I will be glad when I wear the colour's of spidey when the time comes. Until then I will leave you with this; Does anyone know how Peter Parker (from the movie) could afford a fitted custom Spider-Man costume if he can barely make rent?
Got some shopping done while I was at home. Two shirts were purchased from Old Navy and a tank top from Trent 21 (the local T-shirt store). It was quite difficult finding a new T-shirt as there was a huge selection to choose from. There were many new designs including the nintendo genre as well as some new family guy stuff. After eliminating a good portion of the t-shirts I did want (based on themes which I already have t-shirts to cover) I narrowed it down to a Spider-Man ribbed tank top and a spray paint punisher logo t-shirt. Now I have to admit, the punisher shirt was pretty f'n cool, but in the end I eliminated it mainly because McM has one already and it would lost its orginality. Thus I purchased the Spider-Man Tank which I am still happy with.
Upon returning to K-town and disclosing this information to McM, a somewhat heated argument began in regards to this choice. His point was, that regardless of whether or not he had the shirt, that I should have purchased the Punisher logo shirt. This was based on the premise that the Punisher has a higher degree of coolness and could dummy Spider-Man with one shot. I counter argued that the Punisher couldn't hit what he couldn't catch and thus would lose to Spider-Man as he would flip all over the place and shoot web into the Punshier's guns. Thus I am still satisfied with my purchase. I will be glad when I wear the colour's of spidey when the time comes. Until then I will leave you with this; Does anyone know how Peter Parker (from the movie) could afford a fitted custom Spider-Man costume if he can barely make rent?
Monday, January 31, 2005
Women just got a few points back
There was a point last week where I was ready to write a furious tantrum about how ridiculous the female species was and let loose upon them. It was a juncture which it seemed that the last good female friendship I had had fizzled was would turn into another act of life. I was proved wrong though.
I'm not sure exactly how I am with women, whether it be as friends or more but in the end nothing seemed to produce anything genuine. It was always a show where things would turn into nothing or a facade of friendship. Last week things seemed to be verging on that path for what was perhaps the last long standing female friend I've had.
The story itself is a long one but can be summarized in the following way. I'd been friends with Fish for the greater part of three years. Last month she got together with my best friend and while I was happy that they'd each have someone awesome, it changed things. I couldn't tell her some things anymore because it figured it'd be talked about between the two of them and then get turned into something ridiculous. I didn't want one opinion from two people on the matters of my life but their own individual takes and that wouldn't happen as long as things were they way they were. So we drifted apart turning things into the casual facade of friendship making lots of small talk.
Last week, things ended between the two mentioned parties and made for quite the predicament. McM and I have always shot straight so I knew where his head was at most of the time and thus it was easy to stay friends. On the other side of the coin though, I realy had no clue coupled to the fact that I was just tempted to let things stay a casual facade.
This is where women get their points back as I was challenged that night to be the man that she knew I was and that I think I am. Going backwards on the time scale, we had gone out that night with the Jitsu gang, gotten hammered and ended up back at my place. As the night rolled to a close, everyone was leaving and she was going to walk home to NOP land alone. That dosn't work for me, no matter who you are and thus I walked her home.
On the way I was confronted about whether things were alright (obviously that case was they weren't). This threw me off as it's usually me who puts the hard questions to people going for resolutions to problems (Score points here). So we got talking, about how things were and sourcing out why they were. Then we moved on to what to do about it. I was simply going in circles about what the altruistic thing to do was (put it behind us and move forward) but then comming backwards with a selfish answer (I was forgetten about). Then she did something I had totally ruled out from the abilities of the female gender.
She took my hand, told me she was human who makes mistakes but above that, she knew she loved me (as a friend). Here she got more points but then proceeded to line up for the home run shot. As hard as it was for her, she told me, after saying the former, that she couldn't stop me from walking out the door and not speaking to her again. At this point, time stood still and my cycle shattered. I couldn't bring myself to even think about stepping away from someone who I'd grown with for so long. (Score home run). She showed faith in me and in her heart, knew that I was above petty thoughts and actions and after about five minutes I gave her a hug and put this shit behind us.
I gave up on believing in her but she never lost faith in me. I missed the ball on this one but she never once stuck it to me for this. It would have definately been easy to 'be a girl' and just be as ridiculous as I was. But she wasn't.
At this point I'm still looking for the words to put this all in context. In the end all I can come up with is that there's a girl out there with the biggest heart in the world and it was so full of compassion, forgiveness, warmth and love that she could overide me being a goof. I feel pretty lucky right now is about all I can realy say.
I'm not sure exactly how I am with women, whether it be as friends or more but in the end nothing seemed to produce anything genuine. It was always a show where things would turn into nothing or a facade of friendship. Last week things seemed to be verging on that path for what was perhaps the last long standing female friend I've had.
The story itself is a long one but can be summarized in the following way. I'd been friends with Fish for the greater part of three years. Last month she got together with my best friend and while I was happy that they'd each have someone awesome, it changed things. I couldn't tell her some things anymore because it figured it'd be talked about between the two of them and then get turned into something ridiculous. I didn't want one opinion from two people on the matters of my life but their own individual takes and that wouldn't happen as long as things were they way they were. So we drifted apart turning things into the casual facade of friendship making lots of small talk.
Last week, things ended between the two mentioned parties and made for quite the predicament. McM and I have always shot straight so I knew where his head was at most of the time and thus it was easy to stay friends. On the other side of the coin though, I realy had no clue coupled to the fact that I was just tempted to let things stay a casual facade.
This is where women get their points back as I was challenged that night to be the man that she knew I was and that I think I am. Going backwards on the time scale, we had gone out that night with the Jitsu gang, gotten hammered and ended up back at my place. As the night rolled to a close, everyone was leaving and she was going to walk home to NOP land alone. That dosn't work for me, no matter who you are and thus I walked her home.
On the way I was confronted about whether things were alright (obviously that case was they weren't). This threw me off as it's usually me who puts the hard questions to people going for resolutions to problems (Score points here). So we got talking, about how things were and sourcing out why they were. Then we moved on to what to do about it. I was simply going in circles about what the altruistic thing to do was (put it behind us and move forward) but then comming backwards with a selfish answer (I was forgetten about). Then she did something I had totally ruled out from the abilities of the female gender.
She took my hand, told me she was human who makes mistakes but above that, she knew she loved me (as a friend). Here she got more points but then proceeded to line up for the home run shot. As hard as it was for her, she told me, after saying the former, that she couldn't stop me from walking out the door and not speaking to her again. At this point, time stood still and my cycle shattered. I couldn't bring myself to even think about stepping away from someone who I'd grown with for so long. (Score home run). She showed faith in me and in her heart, knew that I was above petty thoughts and actions and after about five minutes I gave her a hug and put this shit behind us.
I gave up on believing in her but she never lost faith in me. I missed the ball on this one but she never once stuck it to me for this. It would have definately been easy to 'be a girl' and just be as ridiculous as I was. But she wasn't.
At this point I'm still looking for the words to put this all in context. In the end all I can come up with is that there's a girl out there with the biggest heart in the world and it was so full of compassion, forgiveness, warmth and love that she could overide me being a goof. I feel pretty lucky right now is about all I can realy say.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Still Alive
Well, I'm halfway done exams and thought that it was time to add another blog entry to the mix. Life's been pretty nutty this past week as it's been nothing but exams and as much fun as it is, it's not. Not. Just not. So, hopefully this little musing will be a temporary salvation.
I've been thinking of a way to make blog entries more interesting as of late with my recent abstinence from drama (even though it looks like drama will be the subject of my next entry) and while I was in procrastinating, it was my revelation that, aside from other people's business, people love charts. However, the conundrum is figuring outwhat type of chart would people enjoy. Thus, over the next little while I'll probably throw out a few random charts that pop into mind, free of all internet bias. Just right out of the old brown noggin.
Today's topic: The oldin days of pop music. I recently came upon my old collection of pop music from the year 2000 and concluded that the style and focus has come a long way since then. None the less we all still loved it back then and with that I present the top five of the year 2000 (give or take):
5. N Sync - Bye Bye Bye. It was an era of boy bands back then and studios were pumping tracks out left right and centre. Now, while I'm sure they were pumping other things as well, this track still stood out from the rest with a little bit of teenage rebellion and a pretty cool video idea.
4. 3 Doors Down - Kryptonite. It wasn't uncommon to turn on the radio (remember that thing) way back and hear this track playing. Kryptonite ushered in an era of alternative rock into pop music phasing out the backstreet era.
3. Creed - Higher. Could they're be a more overplayed band than these guys? The song was good the first couple times I heard it (listen to it now) but after the 9, 657th time I thought I was Scott Stapp (the lead singer). No wonder he wanted to relearn love.
2. Britney Spears - Stronger. Alright, I now I'm gonna get blasted for this one but honestly put it all together. She was at the peak of her popularity, had an innocence to her at the time, was incredibly smoking hot in that little black number and the song wasn't half bad.
1. Bon Jovi - It's my life. Is anyone actually surprised that this is my No. 1 pick? This was my anthem in first year and the song plain and simple just kicks ass. Wanna fight about it?
Now the list more or less just summarizes the songs which stood out that year. I didn't say that they had to be good. They're are likely tons that I've left out, so add a comment if you want some recognition for your favourite jam of 2000. That way I won't be the only person taking the heat for my adoration of pop music. L8r Sk8rz.
Current Song: Collective Soul - Why Pt. 2
I've been thinking of a way to make blog entries more interesting as of late with my recent abstinence from drama (even though it looks like drama will be the subject of my next entry) and while I was in procrastinating, it was my revelation that, aside from other people's business, people love charts. However, the conundrum is figuring outwhat type of chart would people enjoy. Thus, over the next little while I'll probably throw out a few random charts that pop into mind, free of all internet bias. Just right out of the old brown noggin.
Today's topic: The oldin days of pop music. I recently came upon my old collection of pop music from the year 2000 and concluded that the style and focus has come a long way since then. None the less we all still loved it back then and with that I present the top five of the year 2000 (give or take):
5. N Sync - Bye Bye Bye. It was an era of boy bands back then and studios were pumping tracks out left right and centre. Now, while I'm sure they were pumping other things as well, this track still stood out from the rest with a little bit of teenage rebellion and a pretty cool video idea.
4. 3 Doors Down - Kryptonite. It wasn't uncommon to turn on the radio (remember that thing) way back and hear this track playing. Kryptonite ushered in an era of alternative rock into pop music phasing out the backstreet era.
3. Creed - Higher. Could they're be a more overplayed band than these guys? The song was good the first couple times I heard it (listen to it now) but after the 9, 657th time I thought I was Scott Stapp (the lead singer). No wonder he wanted to relearn love.
2. Britney Spears - Stronger. Alright, I now I'm gonna get blasted for this one but honestly put it all together. She was at the peak of her popularity, had an innocence to her at the time, was incredibly smoking hot in that little black number and the song wasn't half bad.
1. Bon Jovi - It's my life. Is anyone actually surprised that this is my No. 1 pick? This was my anthem in first year and the song plain and simple just kicks ass. Wanna fight about it?
Now the list more or less just summarizes the songs which stood out that year. I didn't say that they had to be good. They're are likely tons that I've left out, so add a comment if you want some recognition for your favourite jam of 2000. That way I won't be the only person taking the heat for my adoration of pop music. L8r Sk8rz.
Current Song: Collective Soul - Why Pt. 2
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Friday's Events
Today is another study day in which I'd rather be anywhere in the world instead of in front of my notes. However I have been here most of the day and as such it is time to break away from this nonsense. Recently I have been getting very little work done despite the fact that I have five exams next week in five days. It dosn't bother me heavily at all, possibly because I still make the day somewhat eventful. Friday went as such.
I began the day by waking up at 10am which is an hour short of 11 am, where a proper 10H sleep would have had me wake up. I don't feel like acutally getting up but when I was up, I was no longer tired so I went with it. Did my morning routine (teeth, pushups, situps, breakfast) and then showered. This brought me to about 12 pm.
From then onwards to about 5, I got a fair amount of review done all the while playing 'Alexi Murdoch - Orange Sky'. I've been downloading copius amounts of movies recently (Finding Neverland, Harold and Kumar go to White Castle, Anchorman, Shark Tale, Wimbeldon, Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind, Ray and Sky Captain) but was good and decided not to watch any of them. Though I did download the past three episodes of the O.C. From there I was done studying.
I washed my Gi (because it was smelly) had a snack and proceeded to the gym. I got a fairly good workout done with about 20 min before jitsu. I took that time to rehydrate and talk to my Sensei about the previous three sessions me and BPIC had taught. From there it was time to train. I was definately excited to train as it would be the first time I've gotten the chance in the new year. However, my body had other ideas at it was pretty tired from the workout. Thus between that and the sheer ice weather, it was no surprise that I quickly found myself a little short of breath with some heavy wheezing. Thus the first part of training was a little sluggish. However, I eventually got to my inhaler and things proceeded upwards from this point. It was nice to train again and could easily tell that BPIC found it equally as fun.
I returned home from the session to McM and his friends playing a little texas holdem. I wasn't in the mood for cards so I withheld, opting instead to make a lovely chicken and brocoli alfredo past. At this juncture, myself and RA sat down and proceeded to watch WWF's greatest champions which featured many greats including Macho Man in his prime and the Hart Foundation. After finishing with this, I proceeded to have a few beers and socialize a little bit. This only lasted for a few mins though, as I was done at this point. I made up my bed (as I'd washed my sheets earlier) and hit the bed.
That was friday. If you found that boring just remember that I did not twist your arm to read it. You did it all by yourself. Today is no more interesting which is why I'm taking time to write a lengthy blog entry. Maybe I should re-invest my time in drama again. Give people something more entertaining to read.
I began the day by waking up at 10am which is an hour short of 11 am, where a proper 10H sleep would have had me wake up. I don't feel like acutally getting up but when I was up, I was no longer tired so I went with it. Did my morning routine (teeth, pushups, situps, breakfast) and then showered. This brought me to about 12 pm.
From then onwards to about 5, I got a fair amount of review done all the while playing 'Alexi Murdoch - Orange Sky'. I've been downloading copius amounts of movies recently (Finding Neverland, Harold and Kumar go to White Castle, Anchorman, Shark Tale, Wimbeldon, Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind, Ray and Sky Captain) but was good and decided not to watch any of them. Though I did download the past three episodes of the O.C. From there I was done studying.
I washed my Gi (because it was smelly) had a snack and proceeded to the gym. I got a fairly good workout done with about 20 min before jitsu. I took that time to rehydrate and talk to my Sensei about the previous three sessions me and BPIC had taught. From there it was time to train. I was definately excited to train as it would be the first time I've gotten the chance in the new year. However, my body had other ideas at it was pretty tired from the workout. Thus between that and the sheer ice weather, it was no surprise that I quickly found myself a little short of breath with some heavy wheezing. Thus the first part of training was a little sluggish. However, I eventually got to my inhaler and things proceeded upwards from this point. It was nice to train again and could easily tell that BPIC found it equally as fun.
I returned home from the session to McM and his friends playing a little texas holdem. I wasn't in the mood for cards so I withheld, opting instead to make a lovely chicken and brocoli alfredo past. At this juncture, myself and RA sat down and proceeded to watch WWF's greatest champions which featured many greats including Macho Man in his prime and the Hart Foundation. After finishing with this, I proceeded to have a few beers and socialize a little bit. This only lasted for a few mins though, as I was done at this point. I made up my bed (as I'd washed my sheets earlier) and hit the bed.
That was friday. If you found that boring just remember that I did not twist your arm to read it. You did it all by yourself. Today is no more interesting which is why I'm taking time to write a lengthy blog entry. Maybe I should re-invest my time in drama again. Give people something more entertaining to read.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Figured it out
(Forgive me if there are any spelling crimes in the following post)
I was talking to McM today about the nonsense of everyday life and while I was listening intently, it occured to me that the chaos of everyone's life no longer interested me.
Then it dawned on me. In most instances people write in their blogs about the things that bother them in life whether it be veagens, spelling mistakes or relationship banter. If you've read my resolution entry you'd know that it was in one way or another, a way of saying that I wasn't gonna try so hard anymore in terms of making life conform to the way you want it and instead just let it exist as it is.
For the most part I've done exactly that and in doing so, I think the result has been that I havn't had anything to vent about. Leaving everyone else's chaos to them has somewhat simplified my everyday course of action and there's been little on my mind other than a slight headache after landing on my head last wednesday in Jitsu.
Overall, I like it better so far. It will likely make for some poor blog entires in the next little while but who knows? Maybe one day I'll once again find my way back to the everyday drama of life. For now, I'm contempt to stay chill, focus on my training regiment and just go with the flow. Brilliant.
I was talking to McM today about the nonsense of everyday life and while I was listening intently, it occured to me that the chaos of everyone's life no longer interested me.
Then it dawned on me. In most instances people write in their blogs about the things that bother them in life whether it be veagens, spelling mistakes or relationship banter. If you've read my resolution entry you'd know that it was in one way or another, a way of saying that I wasn't gonna try so hard anymore in terms of making life conform to the way you want it and instead just let it exist as it is.
For the most part I've done exactly that and in doing so, I think the result has been that I havn't had anything to vent about. Leaving everyone else's chaos to them has somewhat simplified my everyday course of action and there's been little on my mind other than a slight headache after landing on my head last wednesday in Jitsu.
Overall, I like it better so far. It will likely make for some poor blog entires in the next little while but who knows? Maybe one day I'll once again find my way back to the everyday drama of life. For now, I'm contempt to stay chill, focus on my training regiment and just go with the flow. Brilliant.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Exams
Exams are comming up for which I do not want to study for but none the less must study for. Thus if one does not hear from my in the next little while, it will be because I've locked myself in my room. Hopefully I shall remain in your prayers as you all wish me good luck. :O)
I'll likely be procrastination beyond belief, so one can expect more random entries.
I'll likely be procrastination beyond belief, so one can expect more random entries.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Feeling Blah
With the holidays over and life returning to its normal state, things seem much more bland now. Everyone who was home for the holidays went home and the nostalgia from all the fun has somewhat worn off.
It's likely been the reason I havn't written that much in the blog as of late. School is that same non sense that it was when I left, I've OC'ed out myself after watching 34 episodes in a week and jitsu hasn't started. Cutting off good times, cold turkey sucks.
But Jitsu begins once again tommorrow which means its time to hit the mats again and let the good times roll. The holiday gave me time to recover physically and mentally from all the training put in going for brown. Now, being fully healed, it will make everything that much more fun.
Perhaps in the grand scheme of things, a little lag time is good. Time to think, time to heal and time to catch your breath.
It's likely been the reason I havn't written that much in the blog as of late. School is that same non sense that it was when I left, I've OC'ed out myself after watching 34 episodes in a week and jitsu hasn't started. Cutting off good times, cold turkey sucks.
But Jitsu begins once again tommorrow which means its time to hit the mats again and let the good times roll. The holiday gave me time to recover physically and mentally from all the training put in going for brown. Now, being fully healed, it will make everything that much more fun.
Perhaps in the grand scheme of things, a little lag time is good. Time to think, time to heal and time to catch your breath.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
New Years
Well the only way to start about New Year's is that it was quite the scene. As an abstract, I dominated myself with screwdrivers all night on top of whatever else was donated to me. But to tell the story best I must start from the beginning or as much of it as I can remember.
I left Brownzmania early friday morning to arrive in K-town later. The journey for the most part runs smoothly. I got up at 5 am on the dot, left the house at 525, got on the go train to union at 550, arrive at union at 630, get breakfast, board the train at 655 and arrive at 915. This is where the efficiency stops. I had previously arranged with McM to get a ride at that time. He tells me to call about 30 mins before I get into K-town (pressumably so he can wake up, have coffee, and arrive to VIA on time). For once in my life, I'm actually prompt and accomplish calling him on time. However, McM shows up 30 minutes later than 915 and like the ass that he is, promtly shows up honking his horn right in front of via for a solid minute. Though I'm ready to burst, he has offered to pick me up, so I let it go. At this point however, I found out that we're going on a bit of a detour out of kingston. I don't mind this so much as I'm use to it, but instead of telling me where we're going, a constant destination point of the 'portal' is made. Once is funny, twice is pushing it, seven times and I'm once again ready to hit someone. Though, I find out that we're picking up Keeves and the Hamma and the idea of them camping in the middle of winter once again brings smile to my face. On the way back, we are watching Elf in the backseat (McM is driving his Dad's pimped out 2005 pilot) and are doing commentary to it which makes it that much more fun. Will Ferrell is too funny though and after about 20 mins we decide its time to watch the movie. We complete tasks of dropping people off and acquiring appetizers and what not.
House gets cleaned, alcohol gets made, showers are had and OC gets watched (So begins the obecession). People arrive. Hilarity begins. We begin the night with a little wrasslin all the while stuffing our faces with feta paté. I choose my drink of the evening which is the screwdriver. I have a pretty high tolerance so I make doubles. Eventually, everyone arrives and I'm starting to settle into the evening. After about three or four doubles I decide to change the way I'm making drinks. Usually I add ice, vodka to the top of the ice then add OJ. My new plan? Add ice, fill to the top of ice with OJ and then add vodka to the top. This takes is from about a double to a triple. I think I downed two of those but things get foggy at this point. Bei-Ruit begins and I get looped into things. I make a tag out because I'm too drunk to see and let another take my place. The team ends up losing and decides to pawn off their lost cups onto me because I'm a champ.
This is where things go downhill as the mixture of beer and vodka put me over the top. I remember the new year vaguely and bits and pieces til two. As McM's blog points out, I did wet myself slightly but pissed is far from the truth. Circumstances surrounding this are mysterious though as I don't remember having to go to the washroom or any dire urgence to urinate. But as I said, I can't remember a whole lot as is. [I should point out here that William Matthew Kirkey is a direspectful ass (more colourful words are jumping into mind, but I'd like to think I'm above that) for not only posting a hugely exagerated story but also a video which I'm not so proud of.]
Things continue upwards from there thankfully as I change my pants (in what was a comical moment) and come back down for the rest of the night. At this point I'm smart enough to cut myself off and McM is feeding me water perhaps saving me from certain doom. People slowly start dissapearing and I'm snapping photos like no ones business. My rate of speech slowly returns to normal from its drunken banter state. BPIC shows up around 3am(???) and we smoke some fun stuff and hang for a bit. I'm telling him a story about Sparxx and all of a sudden I hear this nutty noise from the kitchen which I would later find out was Hamma making songs on pots and pans (Our non-stick pans hang from a rack on the wall). The story goes that RA was taking his car home and wrote him a note in his pocket so he'd know. As a joke though he said that the note wrote 'Whether some prime number was acutually prime' to which a song began about the number being 'even or odd'.
Keeves and Hamma are done and pass out. One sucessfully on the couch and the other laying beside two pillows, a sleeping bag and holding a folded blanket like a teddy. BPIC decides to stay and make sure I don't die. We begin to watch movies from the Club Instructor course (which are sweet) and I tell him it would likely be best if I puked. I headed to the washroom and after hovering over the toilet I begin to pass out as oppose to puke. With my last remaining energy, I gather myself up, tell BPIC that I need to pass out and do this.
The next morning I wake up to McM knocking on my door asking me if I'm okay. Strangely I don't feel so bad. My theory is that the OJ sugars saved me somehow. We gather up the troops, laugh hysterically at the 272 mb of media from the last night and head of the McDonalds for double cheeseburgers. At this junture I realize I'm still drunk as while take my order, I'm exchanging lines with Keeves from Elf. ("I painted a picture of a butterfly today"; "Guess what? I saw a dog today. Did you see a dog") This drives the McDonalds lady nuts and not surpsingly she screws up the order. Oh well.
When we return, we eat, watch Hulk Hogan vs. Macho Man from wrestlemania five as the Mega powers exploded. We also decide that we need to watch an elimination chamber match as there is one comming up on Jan 9th at New Year's Revolution. At this point my tummy is letting me know that I was bad last night and so begins the day of recovery and cleaning. Cleaning gets finished, I call my parents and with all the brain power I can muster, have a somewhat decent conversation with them and the proceed to crash for an OC marathon. That perpetuated the start of my OC addiction and is a story for another day.
I left Brownzmania early friday morning to arrive in K-town later. The journey for the most part runs smoothly. I got up at 5 am on the dot, left the house at 525, got on the go train to union at 550, arrive at union at 630, get breakfast, board the train at 655 and arrive at 915. This is where the efficiency stops. I had previously arranged with McM to get a ride at that time. He tells me to call about 30 mins before I get into K-town (pressumably so he can wake up, have coffee, and arrive to VIA on time). For once in my life, I'm actually prompt and accomplish calling him on time. However, McM shows up 30 minutes later than 915 and like the ass that he is, promtly shows up honking his horn right in front of via for a solid minute. Though I'm ready to burst, he has offered to pick me up, so I let it go. At this point however, I found out that we're going on a bit of a detour out of kingston. I don't mind this so much as I'm use to it, but instead of telling me where we're going, a constant destination point of the 'portal' is made. Once is funny, twice is pushing it, seven times and I'm once again ready to hit someone. Though, I find out that we're picking up Keeves and the Hamma and the idea of them camping in the middle of winter once again brings smile to my face. On the way back, we are watching Elf in the backseat (McM is driving his Dad's pimped out 2005 pilot) and are doing commentary to it which makes it that much more fun. Will Ferrell is too funny though and after about 20 mins we decide its time to watch the movie. We complete tasks of dropping people off and acquiring appetizers and what not.
House gets cleaned, alcohol gets made, showers are had and OC gets watched (So begins the obecession). People arrive. Hilarity begins. We begin the night with a little wrasslin all the while stuffing our faces with feta paté. I choose my drink of the evening which is the screwdriver. I have a pretty high tolerance so I make doubles. Eventually, everyone arrives and I'm starting to settle into the evening. After about three or four doubles I decide to change the way I'm making drinks. Usually I add ice, vodka to the top of the ice then add OJ. My new plan? Add ice, fill to the top of ice with OJ and then add vodka to the top. This takes is from about a double to a triple. I think I downed two of those but things get foggy at this point. Bei-Ruit begins and I get looped into things. I make a tag out because I'm too drunk to see and let another take my place. The team ends up losing and decides to pawn off their lost cups onto me because I'm a champ.
This is where things go downhill as the mixture of beer and vodka put me over the top. I remember the new year vaguely and bits and pieces til two. As McM's blog points out, I did wet myself slightly but pissed is far from the truth. Circumstances surrounding this are mysterious though as I don't remember having to go to the washroom or any dire urgence to urinate. But as I said, I can't remember a whole lot as is. [I should point out here that William Matthew Kirkey is a direspectful ass (more colourful words are jumping into mind, but I'd like to think I'm above that) for not only posting a hugely exagerated story but also a video which I'm not so proud of.]
Things continue upwards from there thankfully as I change my pants (in what was a comical moment) and come back down for the rest of the night. At this point I'm smart enough to cut myself off and McM is feeding me water perhaps saving me from certain doom. People slowly start dissapearing and I'm snapping photos like no ones business. My rate of speech slowly returns to normal from its drunken banter state. BPIC shows up around 3am(???) and we smoke some fun stuff and hang for a bit. I'm telling him a story about Sparxx and all of a sudden I hear this nutty noise from the kitchen which I would later find out was Hamma making songs on pots and pans (Our non-stick pans hang from a rack on the wall). The story goes that RA was taking his car home and wrote him a note in his pocket so he'd know. As a joke though he said that the note wrote 'Whether some prime number was acutually prime' to which a song began about the number being 'even or odd'.
Keeves and Hamma are done and pass out. One sucessfully on the couch and the other laying beside two pillows, a sleeping bag and holding a folded blanket like a teddy. BPIC decides to stay and make sure I don't die. We begin to watch movies from the Club Instructor course (which are sweet) and I tell him it would likely be best if I puked. I headed to the washroom and after hovering over the toilet I begin to pass out as oppose to puke. With my last remaining energy, I gather myself up, tell BPIC that I need to pass out and do this.
The next morning I wake up to McM knocking on my door asking me if I'm okay. Strangely I don't feel so bad. My theory is that the OJ sugars saved me somehow. We gather up the troops, laugh hysterically at the 272 mb of media from the last night and head of the McDonalds for double cheeseburgers. At this junture I realize I'm still drunk as while take my order, I'm exchanging lines with Keeves from Elf. ("I painted a picture of a butterfly today"; "Guess what? I saw a dog today. Did you see a dog") This drives the McDonalds lady nuts and not surpsingly she screws up the order. Oh well.
When we return, we eat, watch Hulk Hogan vs. Macho Man from wrestlemania five as the Mega powers exploded. We also decide that we need to watch an elimination chamber match as there is one comming up on Jan 9th at New Year's Revolution. At this point my tummy is letting me know that I was bad last night and so begins the day of recovery and cleaning. Cleaning gets finished, I call my parents and with all the brain power I can muster, have a somewhat decent conversation with them and the proceed to crash for an OC marathon. That perpetuated the start of my OC addiction and is a story for another day.
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