I have noticed for a while that compared to most people's blogs, there are very few comments left on my blog and I was wondering whether this was because I in turn rarely comment or are my stories just not comment worthy. I'll leave it up to peoples feedback (whether it be here or in person)
This week has been another slow one compared to what the few who read this may be used to. I've been working out a lot and eating as best I can. Overall, the last week has shown some gains which will hopefully continue. Training has kept my mind off over analyzing everything and kept me in a forward mode. It's a very tangible positive and keeps things on the plus side because of this.
In another rant, while preparing a student handbook for next year's cornwall bound students, I have come to the conclusion that women are way more self conscious of how they look than men. When it came to taking bio photos, I met very little resistance from men, contrasted to complete arguments from all the women. I realy couldn't understand it, especially given the fact that the pictures were for a good reason (IE. not just for albums and frames). What have I learned overall from this? Be very careful of taking a woman's picture; they may try to break your camera afterwards.
Concluding thoughts:
- The goo goo dolls have a new album out which is pretty good. Other artists of note include The Stars and Tim McGraw. Yeah, I didn't think I'd ever like country music either.
- Look for Zout/T-Bone a lot less in the near future. Gas costs have shot right through the roof and its especially time to save these days. Sorry Skimpy.
- So far May plans are just to go home for Victoria Day. Sounds good to me.
- You can find me in K-Town on exchange from May26th-Jun11th.
- While working the weekend shift this weekend, I watched a pretty interesting video about the evidence in existence about 9/11 being staged. Truth be told, there's quite a bit of it. The most interesting and evident was that a building on fire will not collapse as fast as the two main buildings did, nor would they do so in the manner they did. There's tonnes more though.
Current Song: The Stars - Your Ex-Lover is Dead
Current Mood: A little bored
Monday, April 24, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Moving towards the future
Well this past weekend was pretty quiet. I was originally going to head home for the holiday but after realizing there were a lot of small things to be tended to, I decided to stay in Cornwall. No big recap as seen in previous posts because of this. Friday I spent cleaning, Saturday and Sunday I spent working on a student handbook for next year and yesterday, I spent doing school work stuff and financing.
Most of the school related stuff was all based on exams and completing forms in regards to proper registration. Based on the nature, I've been thinking quite a bit about the future recently and how the next six months are gonna shape up. At the very least they're gonna see me finish the program, write the exam, potentially move to Vancouver and actually start a careerish type job. As if.
Closing Notes:
- Non Stick Pans bring awesomeness
- I'm determined to stick the the eating and training plan I've undertaken over the long weekend. Stay tuned to see if I keep on track.
- Almost done eight months. Just four more to go.
- CT was awesome and I could definately see myself doing that as a career.
- I've determined that it is okay to miss former departed parties because truth be told, there were a lot of good times. Slowly, it all just becomes a happy memory.
No Closing Song or Closing Mood
Most of the school related stuff was all based on exams and completing forms in regards to proper registration. Based on the nature, I've been thinking quite a bit about the future recently and how the next six months are gonna shape up. At the very least they're gonna see me finish the program, write the exam, potentially move to Vancouver and actually start a careerish type job. As if.
Closing Notes:
- Non Stick Pans bring awesomeness
- I'm determined to stick the the eating and training plan I've undertaken over the long weekend. Stay tuned to see if I keep on track.
- Almost done eight months. Just four more to go.
- CT was awesome and I could definately see myself doing that as a career.
- I've determined that it is okay to miss former departed parties because truth be told, there were a lot of good times. Slowly, it all just becomes a happy memory.
No Closing Song or Closing Mood
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
A website update
Well after a few people kept asking me for Jitsu photos from the slideshow, I decided to just put them all up on my previously defunct website. They can be found here.
Additionally I got a haircut!
Old Hairstyle:
New Hairstyle (which is actually my older hairstyle)
Closing thoughts:
- I am slowly making a complete conversion of all negative energy into positive energy. It requires all my might though. Every last bit of might!
- The new Motorhead theme for the Game is awesome. 'Behold the King!'
- I might just stay in Cornwall for the long weekend and do some hardcore training all weekend. If you're free, come to Cornwall and visit! We'll get Cornwall BBQ and watch movies!
- Tommorrow is my last day in CT. As you can guess, I'll miss it. Hopefully I'll be able to do more though. My clinical instructor (who I no longer hate) says it suits me. I agree.
- I bought a dvd burner and will now become more of a tv pusher than ever. Lost, 24, Prison Break anyone???
- For those wondering how I'm 'doing'; I doin okay. The Zout of all Zouts.
Current Song: None
Current Mood: Chipper
Additionally I got a haircut!
Old Hairstyle:
New Hairstyle (which is actually my older hairstyle)
Closing thoughts:
- I am slowly making a complete conversion of all negative energy into positive energy. It requires all my might though. Every last bit of might!
- The new Motorhead theme for the Game is awesome. 'Behold the King!'
- I might just stay in Cornwall for the long weekend and do some hardcore training all weekend. If you're free, come to Cornwall and visit! We'll get Cornwall BBQ and watch movies!
- Tommorrow is my last day in CT. As you can guess, I'll miss it. Hopefully I'll be able to do more though. My clinical instructor (who I no longer hate) says it suits me. I agree.
- I bought a dvd burner and will now become more of a tv pusher than ever. Lost, 24, Prison Break anyone???
- For those wondering how I'm 'doing'; I doin okay. The Zout of all Zouts.
Current Song: None
Current Mood: Chipper
Friday, April 07, 2006
"If you're going through hell... keep going"
Well it has been a while since I've posted but as I mentioned briefly in my last post, things have been busy and a little trying. In respect to the latter statement though, I'm going to omit all events pertaining to it as its a huge long rant and it realy dosn't have a place here.
The last time I posted was my b-day weekend ventures, which come to think of it was a realy long time ago. I suppose the first incident which followed that was another return to Kingston for the Queen's grading. Overall the grading was an intense one and came close to rivaling my own dark blue grading in respect to what Jumpy had to go through. In the end he went the distance and got what he deserved for a long time (bloody english brutes). I should note that I had managed the Jam my wrist pretty early on in the grading but would persevere with some help from epinepherine (adrenalin). There was a memorable social afterwards in which a lot of people got drunk, inclunding myself. There was also a lot of social nonsense. That was also memorable.
That weekend I drove home once again for my grandmother's b-day. Initially I wasn't going make the journey home, but would eventually get past the distance factor and realize that making it home was more important than gas money. Upon arriving home, I mustered enough energy to stay up for my grandmother's ceremony at church and then some socializing with the family. After that I hit the bed and napped for four hours. The whole staying up til 5 and then driving home for three hours had caught up to me. In fact, I only managed to get myself up to get some food and shower before heading back to bed. The next morning I would then wake up for breakfast before making the drive home.
The following week would see me spending most of my time on the Queen's Slideshow and overseeing the rest of the Semi. The Slideshow took a couple days to come up with something good, especially given the short notice and lacking quantity of media, but I think I eventually came up up with something good. By the time all was said and done, it was quickly friday again and I was booting for Kingston again.
Friday I taught with Mr. Bus which was a pleasure as always. From there, Jumpy and I went out to Lonestar for some deliciousness. I tried to turn in early that night to get some sleep for the brown grading but Jumpy and the Bus wanted to stay up late. Those crazies.
The next day was the brown grading was an overall intense experience. The grading itself was a pleasure to be part of and reminded me of what it is about jitsu that appeals to me. Following the grading, there was the Jitsu Semi which saw me running around like a chicken without a head for an hour into the event trying to get the slideshow together and Mr. Bus an award. It all worked out well in the end though as everything came off pretty smoothly. Afterwards, we went to the grizz where we got drunk, did some socializing and other interesting events unfolded.
Sunday I returned to Cornwall for a brief while to get some things done and would head out to Ottawa for a belated b-day celebration with RA and co. RA made some fantastic chili and King of Kings Pate. We also enjoyed the spectacle which is Wrestlemania which turned out to be pretty good considering the card on paper didn't look that hot.
This week's been pretty much a blur as I once again didn't get much sleep on the weekend. I finally got back to the gym yesterday which was nice. I'll likely hit it once more before heading to K-Town for the last aberdeen kegger. I was suppose to be there tonight but I decided to take a night of the fast pace lifestyle, especially after crashing and burning. Once you hit rock bottom, you can only go up though.
Closing thoughts:
- The hypersensitivity to all music hit an all time high this week. But its slowly tapering off.
- I'm taking a small leave of absence from the mats for personal reasons. Return time = unknown
- There was a request to wear a t-shirt over a wifebeater tommorrow. I'm not sure if such things are in good fashion taste.
- My new pans bring me such joy in their overall fantastic nature
- Yes there is something bothering me. No, I don't want to talk about it. Thanks for asking.
- I've inherited my father's stubborn nature for sure
Current Song: Cinderlla - Don't know what you got til its gone
Current Mood: Dosile
The last time I posted was my b-day weekend ventures, which come to think of it was a realy long time ago. I suppose the first incident which followed that was another return to Kingston for the Queen's grading. Overall the grading was an intense one and came close to rivaling my own dark blue grading in respect to what Jumpy had to go through. In the end he went the distance and got what he deserved for a long time (bloody english brutes). I should note that I had managed the Jam my wrist pretty early on in the grading but would persevere with some help from epinepherine (adrenalin). There was a memorable social afterwards in which a lot of people got drunk, inclunding myself. There was also a lot of social nonsense. That was also memorable.
That weekend I drove home once again for my grandmother's b-day. Initially I wasn't going make the journey home, but would eventually get past the distance factor and realize that making it home was more important than gas money. Upon arriving home, I mustered enough energy to stay up for my grandmother's ceremony at church and then some socializing with the family. After that I hit the bed and napped for four hours. The whole staying up til 5 and then driving home for three hours had caught up to me. In fact, I only managed to get myself up to get some food and shower before heading back to bed. The next morning I would then wake up for breakfast before making the drive home.
The following week would see me spending most of my time on the Queen's Slideshow and overseeing the rest of the Semi. The Slideshow took a couple days to come up with something good, especially given the short notice and lacking quantity of media, but I think I eventually came up up with something good. By the time all was said and done, it was quickly friday again and I was booting for Kingston again.
Friday I taught with Mr. Bus which was a pleasure as always. From there, Jumpy and I went out to Lonestar for some deliciousness. I tried to turn in early that night to get some sleep for the brown grading but Jumpy and the Bus wanted to stay up late. Those crazies.
The next day was the brown grading was an overall intense experience. The grading itself was a pleasure to be part of and reminded me of what it is about jitsu that appeals to me. Following the grading, there was the Jitsu Semi which saw me running around like a chicken without a head for an hour into the event trying to get the slideshow together and Mr. Bus an award. It all worked out well in the end though as everything came off pretty smoothly. Afterwards, we went to the grizz where we got drunk, did some socializing and other interesting events unfolded.
Sunday I returned to Cornwall for a brief while to get some things done and would head out to Ottawa for a belated b-day celebration with RA and co. RA made some fantastic chili and King of Kings Pate. We also enjoyed the spectacle which is Wrestlemania which turned out to be pretty good considering the card on paper didn't look that hot.
This week's been pretty much a blur as I once again didn't get much sleep on the weekend. I finally got back to the gym yesterday which was nice. I'll likely hit it once more before heading to K-Town for the last aberdeen kegger. I was suppose to be there tonight but I decided to take a night of the fast pace lifestyle, especially after crashing and burning. Once you hit rock bottom, you can only go up though.
Closing thoughts:
- The hypersensitivity to all music hit an all time high this week. But its slowly tapering off.
- I'm taking a small leave of absence from the mats for personal reasons. Return time = unknown
- There was a request to wear a t-shirt over a wifebeater tommorrow. I'm not sure if such things are in good fashion taste.
- My new pans bring me such joy in their overall fantastic nature
- Yes there is something bothering me. No, I don't want to talk about it. Thanks for asking.
- I've inherited my father's stubborn nature for sure
Current Song: Cinderlla - Don't know what you got til its gone
Current Mood: Dosile
Monday, April 03, 2006
Life's been busy
If anyone's been looking for one of my usual rants, I've been caught in a cyclone of events which have included:
- A dark blue belt grading
- Going home for my grandmother's b-day
- Overseeing the overall organization of the Queen's Semi Formal
- Production and showing of the Queen's Jiu Jitsu Semi-Formal
- Brown Grading
- Ottawa for Wrestlemania
Not to mention the fact that I made a realization that the one thing that's pure in simple in a relationship and makes it function well, was finally gone. That got to me.
But as the lyric goes, "Love is not a victory march ..."
They'll be a post about it eventually, hopefully.
- A dark blue belt grading
- Going home for my grandmother's b-day
- Overseeing the overall organization of the Queen's Semi Formal
- Production and showing of the Queen's Jiu Jitsu Semi-Formal
- Brown Grading
- Ottawa for Wrestlemania
Not to mention the fact that I made a realization that the one thing that's pure in simple in a relationship and makes it function well, was finally gone. That got to me.
But as the lyric goes, "Love is not a victory march ..."
They'll be a post about it eventually, hopefully.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Addition 8
8) Play the song Satellite (by Collective Soul) for one of my kids as I sing them to sleep
Added to the already existing set which were:
1) Move to Vancouver, get a job and start a new page in the Jitsu Canada chronology.
2) Dance to 'Shout' at my wedding
3) Be able to play guitar versitally (Like This)
4) Scour the Globe for My soul's recognition of its couterpoint and then Marry her in 10 secs
5) Have my parents say 'they're proud of me' and mean it
6) Been able to say that 'I've seen a million faces and I have rocked them all' somewhere in life
7) Get engaged with a guitar on my back (concert and live crowd optional)
Added to the already existing set which were:
1) Move to Vancouver, get a job and start a new page in the Jitsu Canada chronology.
2) Dance to 'Shout' at my wedding
3) Be able to play guitar versitally (Like This)
4) Scour the Globe for My soul's recognition of its couterpoint and then Marry her in 10 secs
5) Have my parents say 'they're proud of me' and mean it
6) Been able to say that 'I've seen a million faces and I have rocked them all' somewhere in life
7) Get engaged with a guitar on my back (concert and live crowd optional)
Benchmark set
Well, with 30 mins left in the dry cycle for my load of laundry, I figured it would be the perfect time to get in another blog post. Now this past b-day weekend was long and awesome but I'm gonna try to be a poignant as possible.
I was given my b-day off and would add a day off my personals to make it a four day long weekend. And I must say in retrospect that everyday off was unique and fanstastic in some way.
Friday I slept in quite a bit and awoke to make myself eggs, toast and a fruit for breakfast. I would later go on to get some odd chores done around the house that I was meaning to get done for a long time. Later on came some leisure reading, guitar playing and other items of general relaxation.
That night I head to Kingston for the real celebration. The nights session was pretty intense, encompassing a night of all throws, most of which were right out of the brown syllabus. Then came the birthday bouncing which was pretty intense. I was so that no one did a makikomi on me though. Oh well.
Following the session came the b-day bash. Thumper and I got decked out to the nine and were so saturated with sexyness that we were afraid of critical overload and women turning into puddles at the sight of us. Thankfully that didn't happen and I'm glad it didn't because that would have made for one large sausage party.
The party itselft was just awesome. There were car bombs all around, tonnes of cakes, car bombs, cigars, other merry smokable items and dancing in the kitchen floor. There were even some rigged up stages with chairs. 'Ain't no party like a 541 Party, cause a 541 party don't stop.'
The night tapered off around 3ish when everyone's tank was on empty.
Everyone slowly awoke the next morning and we gradually eased into a breakfast at Smitty's. The stomach was quakin a little bit over breakfast, but in the end I would manage to get all of it down. From there I took off on my way home to celebrate the b-day with the family in what I'd thought was going to be dinner.
As such, I didn't shave or any kind of real grooming but instead just brushed my hair and put on a polo shirt. Needless to say I was suprised when it turned out to be a small surprise party with a lot of 'old school' family that I had not spent a b-day with for a long time. It was a pretty fun time seeing everyone and overall the night had a very nostalgic feel to it. Thankfully, my family don't party like my friends and the night ended about 11. This worked out quite well since my brain and body went on strike and closed down at 10.
I would like to note here though that my sister is awesome. Not only for organizing a suprise party amongst a west indian family (who have no idea what surprise means), but also for going to such length as to contact people she didn't even know (my friends) to get J-Buns contact to invite her. Finding this out I think meant the most to me because of the sheer effort required.
Sunday was pretty mundane compared to the other few days. I slept in, cleaned my car, bought J-Bun a b-day present and printed photos on my Dad's photo printer. Pretty straight forward.
I headed out that night back to Kingston to spend time with the Bun for her b-day (much to my parents protest). This too was fairly low-key in that we listened to music, made breakfast the next day and went shopping. I ended up buying quite a bit but it was with b-day money, so it was all good.
I would return to Cornwall around mid-afternoon in a sad depressed state that all the b-day fun had ended I would be returning to the grind. All well that end's well though.
Closing thoughts:
- Still fortunate that I have the people in my life that I do
- Yes there was lady drama this weekend but I purposely left it out. It will be saved for the uncut extended editions later on.
- I downloaded the David Gilmour Album 'On an Island'. I'm not sure why its so popular.
- Gradings are comming up! They're so much more enjoyable when they're not your own.
- I need to take a day off to recover from my days off.
- I'm excited at some of my grocery purchases which include pitas, cream cheese and 1% choclate milk.
- I also bought two new top of the line non stick pans. I was sick of my crappy one being overly crappy.
Current Mood: Very Tired
Current Song: James Blunt - So Long Jimmy
I was given my b-day off and would add a day off my personals to make it a four day long weekend. And I must say in retrospect that everyday off was unique and fanstastic in some way.
Friday I slept in quite a bit and awoke to make myself eggs, toast and a fruit for breakfast. I would later go on to get some odd chores done around the house that I was meaning to get done for a long time. Later on came some leisure reading, guitar playing and other items of general relaxation.
That night I head to Kingston for the real celebration. The nights session was pretty intense, encompassing a night of all throws, most of which were right out of the brown syllabus. Then came the birthday bouncing which was pretty intense. I was so that no one did a makikomi on me though. Oh well.
Following the session came the b-day bash. Thumper and I got decked out to the nine and were so saturated with sexyness that we were afraid of critical overload and women turning into puddles at the sight of us. Thankfully that didn't happen and I'm glad it didn't because that would have made for one large sausage party.
The party itselft was just awesome. There were car bombs all around, tonnes of cakes, car bombs, cigars, other merry smokable items and dancing in the kitchen floor. There were even some rigged up stages with chairs. 'Ain't no party like a 541 Party, cause a 541 party don't stop.'
The night tapered off around 3ish when everyone's tank was on empty.
Everyone slowly awoke the next morning and we gradually eased into a breakfast at Smitty's. The stomach was quakin a little bit over breakfast, but in the end I would manage to get all of it down. From there I took off on my way home to celebrate the b-day with the family in what I'd thought was going to be dinner.
As such, I didn't shave or any kind of real grooming but instead just brushed my hair and put on a polo shirt. Needless to say I was suprised when it turned out to be a small surprise party with a lot of 'old school' family that I had not spent a b-day with for a long time. It was a pretty fun time seeing everyone and overall the night had a very nostalgic feel to it. Thankfully, my family don't party like my friends and the night ended about 11. This worked out quite well since my brain and body went on strike and closed down at 10.
I would like to note here though that my sister is awesome. Not only for organizing a suprise party amongst a west indian family (who have no idea what surprise means), but also for going to such length as to contact people she didn't even know (my friends) to get J-Buns contact to invite her. Finding this out I think meant the most to me because of the sheer effort required.
Sunday was pretty mundane compared to the other few days. I slept in, cleaned my car, bought J-Bun a b-day present and printed photos on my Dad's photo printer. Pretty straight forward.
I headed out that night back to Kingston to spend time with the Bun for her b-day (much to my parents protest). This too was fairly low-key in that we listened to music, made breakfast the next day and went shopping. I ended up buying quite a bit but it was with b-day money, so it was all good.
I would return to Cornwall around mid-afternoon in a sad depressed state that all the b-day fun had ended I would be returning to the grind. All well that end's well though.
Closing thoughts:
- Still fortunate that I have the people in my life that I do
- Yes there was lady drama this weekend but I purposely left it out. It will be saved for the uncut extended editions later on.
- I downloaded the David Gilmour Album 'On an Island'. I'm not sure why its so popular.
- Gradings are comming up! They're so much more enjoyable when they're not your own.
- I need to take a day off to recover from my days off.
- I'm excited at some of my grocery purchases which include pitas, cream cheese and 1% choclate milk.
- I also bought two new top of the line non stick pans. I was sick of my crappy one being overly crappy.
Current Mood: Very Tired
Current Song: James Blunt - So Long Jimmy
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Eventually...
...I was bound to get around to another post. It has been a warranted delay though in that I don't think I've stopped moving since my last post. Just my life these days though.
On thursday, it was one of the first normal day I'd had since the four days of jitsu madness. I actually felt alert and aware of what I was doing. This lated until about 2:30 when my body craped out and the rest of the work day was just fuzz. I still went to the gym that day because I'm silly and like to push my body further than it should go.
Friday was another typical day at the hospital, gathering lots of logbook cases and busting my ass for zero dollars. (One day I'll make money though.) I got home a little late if I remember correctly, after doing a case that ran overtime, which left me only an hour to get a snack, pack and be on my way.
Naturally this didn't happen and I ended up being late for the Queen's Sponsored throw and rushing in. This was never more apparent than the moment I was told that I was wearing my gi top on backwards. Thankfully I was teaching at the time and was able to give myself some time to readjust things accordingly.
The sponsored throw event proper was awesome. My body was still run down and I could definately feel it half way through but I still persevered until the end. I accredit my second burst of energy to the bandana which I dawned, drawing on the powers of Old School T-Bone.
That night, we hit the Brew Pub and discussed the importance of mojo, a ladder theory of the man/woman dynamic and other items like blackforest cake. As per usual, we closed the bar and then headed home to rest out bodies.
The next day I slept in til about noon and spend the rest of the day getting ready for my venture to Oakville to hang out with the man for his birthday. Things went pretty straight forward like and I would end up getting there at the designated time of 7:30, despite the crazy toronto traffic. Toronto drives me nuts and I think I will always detest going into the city based on traffic alone.
The party in Oakville was awesome and it was good to hang around all the K-town crew one more time. I took pride in the fact that I had come the furthest to celebrate MK turning 25 and I think he was glad to see that people cared enough to come from that far.
We would end up paryting until about 3am (if I remember correctly) with lots of booze flowing and grooves a plenty. Overall, another classic night. The drive home sucked but you gotta do what you gotta do for the people who make life special.
Monday to Yesterday (wednesday) was spent recovering (again) and studying for a test which I did pretty well on. I crashed when I got home though and napped for four hours. It was uber-stasis-lock.
This weekend will see me celebrating the ol quarter century in Kingston friday night and I'm sure the night promises some memorable moments. Especially knowing the way things happen in my life. After that, I need home for a rest.
Closing Thoughts:
- March continues along at a wickedly vicous pace. I should pace myself but won't because there's no fun in that
- It seems as though more people are aware of my blog than I knew of. Thus I'm refraining from making any more major social commenteries.
- Drinking on your b-day? Yes. Dancing on your b-day? Yes Please. Random Peglegs? Sure, why not?
- I can't take 24 anymore: First Edgar, then the Sean Astin character and then Tony. Tony!!!
Current Mood: Eager (for the b-day celeration)
Current Song: Cascada - Everytime we touch
On thursday, it was one of the first normal day I'd had since the four days of jitsu madness. I actually felt alert and aware of what I was doing. This lated until about 2:30 when my body craped out and the rest of the work day was just fuzz. I still went to the gym that day because I'm silly and like to push my body further than it should go.
Friday was another typical day at the hospital, gathering lots of logbook cases and busting my ass for zero dollars. (One day I'll make money though.) I got home a little late if I remember correctly, after doing a case that ran overtime, which left me only an hour to get a snack, pack and be on my way.
Naturally this didn't happen and I ended up being late for the Queen's Sponsored throw and rushing in. This was never more apparent than the moment I was told that I was wearing my gi top on backwards. Thankfully I was teaching at the time and was able to give myself some time to readjust things accordingly.
The sponsored throw event proper was awesome. My body was still run down and I could definately feel it half way through but I still persevered until the end. I accredit my second burst of energy to the bandana which I dawned, drawing on the powers of Old School T-Bone.
That night, we hit the Brew Pub and discussed the importance of mojo, a ladder theory of the man/woman dynamic and other items like blackforest cake. As per usual, we closed the bar and then headed home to rest out bodies.
The next day I slept in til about noon and spend the rest of the day getting ready for my venture to Oakville to hang out with the man for his birthday. Things went pretty straight forward like and I would end up getting there at the designated time of 7:30, despite the crazy toronto traffic. Toronto drives me nuts and I think I will always detest going into the city based on traffic alone.
The party in Oakville was awesome and it was good to hang around all the K-town crew one more time. I took pride in the fact that I had come the furthest to celebrate MK turning 25 and I think he was glad to see that people cared enough to come from that far.
We would end up paryting until about 3am (if I remember correctly) with lots of booze flowing and grooves a plenty. Overall, another classic night. The drive home sucked but you gotta do what you gotta do for the people who make life special.
Monday to Yesterday (wednesday) was spent recovering (again) and studying for a test which I did pretty well on. I crashed when I got home though and napped for four hours. It was uber-stasis-lock.
This weekend will see me celebrating the ol quarter century in Kingston friday night and I'm sure the night promises some memorable moments. Especially knowing the way things happen in my life. After that, I need home for a rest.
Closing Thoughts:
- March continues along at a wickedly vicous pace. I should pace myself but won't because there's no fun in that
- It seems as though more people are aware of my blog than I knew of. Thus I'm refraining from making any more major social commenteries.
- Drinking on your b-day? Yes. Dancing on your b-day? Yes Please. Random Peglegs? Sure, why not?
- I can't take 24 anymore: First Edgar, then the Sean Astin character and then Tony. Tony!!!
Current Mood: Eager (for the b-day celeration)
Current Song: Cascada - Everytime we touch
Monday, March 06, 2006
Walking in the proper shoes again
Driving back last night, I don't think I could have felt better about anything in my entire life. Surely, my body was broken from training, drinking and partying for four days straight but at the essence of all of it, I had once again felt like I was living the life I wanted to be living again.
Thursday at the hospital was an average day where I put a constant effort forward and yet got chopped to pieces at the end of the day for minor events I could have been left alone. Truth be told, I've come to the conclusion that I tremendously dislike my clinical instructor and am anxious to be done this year to get away from her.
With such crap being thrown my way, I decided to take Friday off and take Mr. Bus up on his invitation to come down and train at his club with a guest instructor. Thus I packed my bags, jumped into the Bone Buggy and drove to K-town. Upon arriving, I suited up and headed to the dojo ready to indulge myself in the world I love so much. What I was not expecting was to run into J-Bun that night. It was almost like being hit in the face with a pie and questioning whether it was actually happening. With Jitsu going at the pace it does though, we immediately jumped right into the session. The content of the session was excellent and it was thouroughly enjoyed. Interactions between J-bun and I were at a minimum though.
Things continued this way for a bit until I decided that carrying on in such a manner would be simply childish. And so in the parking lot, while making plans with Thumper for sleeping, I called her over and started talking to her. In a very quick and simple manner, I told her that I missed her and she in turn said that same. We both agreed that it was time to break the ice and end the silence.
That being said, I don't think breaking that ice is what we did as we completely melted it away. Between the bar and post-bar conversations, we both agreed that there was nothing wrong with being friends and that if we could co-exist at the moment the way we were (in a casual and trusting manner) that we could do that from now on.
In the end I believe we stayed up until 5am and while I know the idea of staying there would be mistaken as something else, I decided that I was lazy and slept over. I awoke the next morning at nine to my cell ringtone of 'Have a Nice Day' (which in itself was pleasing). It was Thumper calling to say he needed a ride to get his car fixed and I told him I would be glad to help. The thing that mattered to me most was that as I was telling J-Bun I had to go, the same feeling of things being okay was still there. Thus I hugged her and was on my way to the day's events.
Nothing much happend during the day that is of any point noting. I got my haircut and there was a flock of seagulls. That's all.
That night, I trained in a senior material oriented session with Thumper and Benjo (who was down from calgary) and learned how to do a proper cartwheel. Both were insanely tough and I was definately drained by the end. Now with the provincials comming the next day, one would think that I should have gotten some food, drank some water and head to bed. But what did I do? Didn't drink that much at all (water that is), had quite a few drinks (not water that is), did something silly called a Quatro challenge and stayed up WAY later than I should have. I think by the time I hit the bed, my watch read 4am.
So then comes day three of the training, drinking, partying circuit. I woke up suprisingly well the next morning and shockingly enough before everyone else. Being up, I figured I'd just get something to eat but upon thinking the thought through, I decided to make everyone something to eat. Thus I got some fruit, Turkey Bacon, Toast and Peppers to make a T-Boneh Breakfast Spectacular. And a spectacular is what turned out to be. It was awesome and as a bonus, pancakes and sausages were thrown in by Thumper.
Then came Provincials. As the theme of this somewhat LONG post goes, the frist day of provincials was awesome. There were a good load of hakama on the mats and all of them got to teach which was a treat. I'd say the only thing that was terrible was that after about 2/3 of the way through, my body crapped out and proceeded to produce the worst headache in existence to prevent me from doing any more damage to myself.
The pain of it all lasted a good while and I immediately napped upon getting to Thumper's and faded out of existence. I would awake to Thumper and Benjo, ready to go and I told them to go ahead without me. Being the fine upstanding gentlemen that they were, they told me that they'd wait for me to get ready.
As for the social... well... what didn't happen that night. To be honest, it deserves another post all to itself. In summary, awesome! Well... mostly awesome.
Then, up and back to the dojo once again for one final day of training. By now everything was sore and I realy wasn't sure what I could put forth for training but I gave it my all. Naturally, the Senior Instructors split the mats and I got put up into a group with Browns and Dans who love to maul each other. Man was it ever intense.
By the end of it all though, I don't think I've felt like I've ever lived like I had in the past four days. More importantly, I don't think I've ever felt more like I once did once upon a time before I moved to Cornwall.
It's nice. It's pleasant. It's refreshing.
Closing Notes:
- Sponsored throw this friday!
- Gonna hang with the 'K-Town Boyz' one mo time for MK's party on saturday!
- Less than Six months left in this terrible life trap of cornwall placement.
- 'The world's done shakin me down'
Current Song: Bon Jovi - You Give Love a Bad Name
Current Mood: Content
Thursday at the hospital was an average day where I put a constant effort forward and yet got chopped to pieces at the end of the day for minor events I could have been left alone. Truth be told, I've come to the conclusion that I tremendously dislike my clinical instructor and am anxious to be done this year to get away from her.
With such crap being thrown my way, I decided to take Friday off and take Mr. Bus up on his invitation to come down and train at his club with a guest instructor. Thus I packed my bags, jumped into the Bone Buggy and drove to K-town. Upon arriving, I suited up and headed to the dojo ready to indulge myself in the world I love so much. What I was not expecting was to run into J-Bun that night. It was almost like being hit in the face with a pie and questioning whether it was actually happening. With Jitsu going at the pace it does though, we immediately jumped right into the session. The content of the session was excellent and it was thouroughly enjoyed. Interactions between J-bun and I were at a minimum though.
Things continued this way for a bit until I decided that carrying on in such a manner would be simply childish. And so in the parking lot, while making plans with Thumper for sleeping, I called her over and started talking to her. In a very quick and simple manner, I told her that I missed her and she in turn said that same. We both agreed that it was time to break the ice and end the silence.
That being said, I don't think breaking that ice is what we did as we completely melted it away. Between the bar and post-bar conversations, we both agreed that there was nothing wrong with being friends and that if we could co-exist at the moment the way we were (in a casual and trusting manner) that we could do that from now on.
In the end I believe we stayed up until 5am and while I know the idea of staying there would be mistaken as something else, I decided that I was lazy and slept over. I awoke the next morning at nine to my cell ringtone of 'Have a Nice Day' (which in itself was pleasing). It was Thumper calling to say he needed a ride to get his car fixed and I told him I would be glad to help. The thing that mattered to me most was that as I was telling J-Bun I had to go, the same feeling of things being okay was still there. Thus I hugged her and was on my way to the day's events.
Nothing much happend during the day that is of any point noting. I got my haircut and there was a flock of seagulls. That's all.
That night, I trained in a senior material oriented session with Thumper and Benjo (who was down from calgary) and learned how to do a proper cartwheel. Both were insanely tough and I was definately drained by the end. Now with the provincials comming the next day, one would think that I should have gotten some food, drank some water and head to bed. But what did I do? Didn't drink that much at all (water that is), had quite a few drinks (not water that is), did something silly called a Quatro challenge and stayed up WAY later than I should have. I think by the time I hit the bed, my watch read 4am.
So then comes day three of the training, drinking, partying circuit. I woke up suprisingly well the next morning and shockingly enough before everyone else. Being up, I figured I'd just get something to eat but upon thinking the thought through, I decided to make everyone something to eat. Thus I got some fruit, Turkey Bacon, Toast and Peppers to make a T-Boneh Breakfast Spectacular. And a spectacular is what turned out to be. It was awesome and as a bonus, pancakes and sausages were thrown in by Thumper.
Then came Provincials. As the theme of this somewhat LONG post goes, the frist day of provincials was awesome. There were a good load of hakama on the mats and all of them got to teach which was a treat. I'd say the only thing that was terrible was that after about 2/3 of the way through, my body crapped out and proceeded to produce the worst headache in existence to prevent me from doing any more damage to myself.
The pain of it all lasted a good while and I immediately napped upon getting to Thumper's and faded out of existence. I would awake to Thumper and Benjo, ready to go and I told them to go ahead without me. Being the fine upstanding gentlemen that they were, they told me that they'd wait for me to get ready.
As for the social... well... what didn't happen that night. To be honest, it deserves another post all to itself. In summary, awesome! Well... mostly awesome.
Then, up and back to the dojo once again for one final day of training. By now everything was sore and I realy wasn't sure what I could put forth for training but I gave it my all. Naturally, the Senior Instructors split the mats and I got put up into a group with Browns and Dans who love to maul each other. Man was it ever intense.
By the end of it all though, I don't think I've felt like I've ever lived like I had in the past four days. More importantly, I don't think I've ever felt more like I once did once upon a time before I moved to Cornwall.
It's nice. It's pleasant. It's refreshing.
Closing Notes:
- Sponsored throw this friday!
- Gonna hang with the 'K-Town Boyz' one mo time for MK's party on saturday!
- Less than Six months left in this terrible life trap of cornwall placement.
- 'The world's done shakin me down'
Current Song: Bon Jovi - You Give Love a Bad Name
Current Mood: Content
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Two additions and one removal
I no longer want to be a wedding crasher. Just a phase I suppose.
New additions to the list are now
6) Been able to say that 'I've seen a million faces and I have rocked them all' somewhere in life
7) Get engaged with a guitar on my back (concert and live crowd optional)
Added to the already existing set which were:
1) Move to Vancouver, get a job and start a new page in the Jitsu Canada chronology.
2) Dance to 'Shout' at my wedding
3) Be able to play guitar versitally (Like This)
4) Scour the Globe for My soul's recognition of its couterpoint and then Marry her in 10 secs
5) Have my parents say 'they're proud of me' and mean it
New additions to the list are now
6) Been able to say that 'I've seen a million faces and I have rocked them all' somewhere in life
7) Get engaged with a guitar on my back (concert and live crowd optional)
Added to the already existing set which were:
1) Move to Vancouver, get a job and start a new page in the Jitsu Canada chronology.
2) Dance to 'Shout' at my wedding
3) Be able to play guitar versitally (Like This)
4) Scour the Globe for My soul's recognition of its couterpoint and then Marry her in 10 secs
5) Have my parents say 'they're proud of me' and mean it
Booyah Ka Sha!!!
Well, I must apologize to those who were looking forward to a blog post on monday (even though its like 3 of you). Monday after work, I went to the gym and then just crashed. After that, between the IV injection course and getting sick, I realy couldn't find a moment to spend time writing. But with the weekend, there comes time for rest and time for the eventual blog post.
So I'll go back to about two weeks ago when J-Bun told me that she wanted to end the relationship. I remember thinking to myself that the decision sucked but that's the way life goes and that I'd move past it. Initially I just drank a lot of red wine and played guitar and then on the weekend I went out and bought myself a capo for my guitar and a tuner. By the sunday I thought I was okay but by last wednesday (when I think I posted), I had spun myself into such an incredible low that I even debated cancelling on the Jitsu Road Trip to Montreal. I didn't though as I figured being lost in such a large city would be the best way expose myself to some other stimulus that would take my mind off things.
And that it did. The friday I met up with the gang at a restaurant here in Cornwall called Philos. We all ended up eating our fair share and then headed off to La Belle Ville de Montreal. That night we would just end up playing pool, video games and general hang outs. I had brought half a bottle of scotch and between Thumper and I, we ended up finishing most of it. He grabbed me towards the later hours of the night and we ended up talking about the events of the past couple of days in my life which was nice as I hadn't taken the time to talk about it being my usual stubborn self. By the end of it I felt like I'd actually made some emotional progress and was ready to enjoy the rest of the time in Montreal, rather than just sulk.
And boy did I ever. I awoke the next morning feeling the ill effects of too much scotch and gravitated to the closest glass of water that I could find. I ran into Snapdragon's father in the kitchen while doing so and helped him out in making breakfast since he was making food for the lot of us. Eventually I would sober up and with the fantasticness of breakfast, I was back in top shape in no time. From there we went up to the tobogan hill behind Snapdragon's house for some jitsu nonsense. There was breakfalling, throwing and some mock fighting. Definately got the blood flowing. I should also note here that two other feminine jitsuka who lived in the Montreal area had joined us at this point and its safe to say that one of them (we'll call her WildFlower) had caught my attention. But I'd kept my composure.
From there we departed the Snapdragon residence and headed downtown to the hotel. We checked into the Abri-Voyageur, had a quick snack of Mini Eggs and whatever people could grab and headed out to the BioDome. Nice little place with lots of cute little aminals. Everyone took there fair share of pictures during this venutre. Some of mine are included below. At this point, my awareness of WildFlower had risen. But I'd still kept my composure.
After the BioDome, we headed downtown for some food. We ended up going to Nickel's Cafe for said grub it proved to be a smart decision as everyone found something they enjoyed. I should add that at this point that I'd half jokingly told WildFlower to sit beside my, which she did, and we'd gotten an order of fajitas for two. Status of composure was slowly failing.
We returned to the hotel from there to get ready for a night on the town. We all loaded up with different forms of booze and proceeded to all get ready. After showering, I settled into my bottle of red wine (which I'd scoured three or four convience stores for) and proceeded into the debaucherous events of the night. As can be expected with booze, my composure went right out the window and I think I was now giving WildFlower all kinds of ridiculous attention. I remember a lot of play fighting, some tickeling and zerberts among other non sense. Oh well, I was in Montreal to act a little out of my nature.
From there we were ready for the bar, but not all of us would end up going. Thumper and Snapdragon would end up flaking out on the rest since they were tired. I remember wanting to call Bullshit at that very moment as I've never known Thumper to show weakness for fatigue EVER. I let it go though, partially because I didn't want to waste time on nonsense and partially because I had other things on my mind.
We ended up at Winston Churchill's which is a nice little place that we'd concedently gone to a couple years earlier at the former montreal trip. There was more drinking, dancing and general merryment all around. At one point one guy tried to pick a fight with me but it was quickly diffused as I just walked off the dance floor. I figured I'd give hothead 10 minutes to find another problem and forget about me. In these ten minutes though, members of the gang came by to ask if everything was good. To most I responded that I was just giving jerkhead time, but when WildFlower came by, the conversation went as such:
Wildflower: Are you okay?
Zout: No.
Wildflower: What's the matter?
Zout: I think I'm falling for you.
Alright I know its lame but it happend. The effect of too much Dawson's Creek perhaps. Her response was muffled by the huge bass in the background but she stuck around, so I asked her back the dance floor. The rest of the night was spent dirty dancing so to say. No smooching though as even in my drunken state, I knew it would be crossing the line and disrespectful for former significant other.
Back at the hotel, I took some time to talk to SpencerJ as he seemed to be in a rough spot in his life. After about an hour or so, I went to go talk to Wildflower and let her know the other important things about my life she'd need to know if things were to go farther, but she'd passed out.
The next day, she was a lot more foreign to me than the previous day. My guess is that she realized I lived 200 clicks away or that I was significantly older or even of my breakup and thought against the idea of us hanging out. Initially I was upset about this decision but it occured to me later that things were better to end there. I would later be even moreso glad about her take on this as, on a personal level, it gave me a sign that I could and would move on without having to acutally get into a relationship.
We got breakfast the next morning, headed back to Snapdragon's, had a pizza, watched Wedding Crashers and then headed our seperate ways. I'm sure all in all, this will need to an awkward next meeting, but so goes life. Until then, here are some pictures:
Closing Thoughts:
- No shortage or Dawson's Creek type fodder
- Being Sick is poop
- Addicted to James Blunt and Neverending White Lights
- Provincials Next Weekend!
- Almost Halfway done this year
- Gotta call from a BC recruiter. The opening is now there.
- The return to average of Zout is 90% complete.
Closing Song: Neverending White Lights - Ending of a Story
Current Mood: Chill
Oh yes. the three people to thank for their direct an indirect actions:
1) Thumper - For taking the time out to listen to my random musings when I needed. He loses a lot of this credit though for flaking.
2) Wildflower - Just being herself. She reminded me that there were other women out there and that my heart would move on.
3) Snapdragon - For inviting us into her home without judgement. The Snapdragon family as well.
So I'll go back to about two weeks ago when J-Bun told me that she wanted to end the relationship. I remember thinking to myself that the decision sucked but that's the way life goes and that I'd move past it. Initially I just drank a lot of red wine and played guitar and then on the weekend I went out and bought myself a capo for my guitar and a tuner. By the sunday I thought I was okay but by last wednesday (when I think I posted), I had spun myself into such an incredible low that I even debated cancelling on the Jitsu Road Trip to Montreal. I didn't though as I figured being lost in such a large city would be the best way expose myself to some other stimulus that would take my mind off things.
And that it did. The friday I met up with the gang at a restaurant here in Cornwall called Philos. We all ended up eating our fair share and then headed off to La Belle Ville de Montreal. That night we would just end up playing pool, video games and general hang outs. I had brought half a bottle of scotch and between Thumper and I, we ended up finishing most of it. He grabbed me towards the later hours of the night and we ended up talking about the events of the past couple of days in my life which was nice as I hadn't taken the time to talk about it being my usual stubborn self. By the end of it I felt like I'd actually made some emotional progress and was ready to enjoy the rest of the time in Montreal, rather than just sulk.
And boy did I ever. I awoke the next morning feeling the ill effects of too much scotch and gravitated to the closest glass of water that I could find. I ran into Snapdragon's father in the kitchen while doing so and helped him out in making breakfast since he was making food for the lot of us. Eventually I would sober up and with the fantasticness of breakfast, I was back in top shape in no time. From there we went up to the tobogan hill behind Snapdragon's house for some jitsu nonsense. There was breakfalling, throwing and some mock fighting. Definately got the blood flowing. I should also note here that two other feminine jitsuka who lived in the Montreal area had joined us at this point and its safe to say that one of them (we'll call her WildFlower) had caught my attention. But I'd kept my composure.
From there we departed the Snapdragon residence and headed downtown to the hotel. We checked into the Abri-Voyageur, had a quick snack of Mini Eggs and whatever people could grab and headed out to the BioDome. Nice little place with lots of cute little aminals. Everyone took there fair share of pictures during this venutre. Some of mine are included below. At this point, my awareness of WildFlower had risen. But I'd still kept my composure.
After the BioDome, we headed downtown for some food. We ended up going to Nickel's Cafe for said grub it proved to be a smart decision as everyone found something they enjoyed. I should add that at this point that I'd half jokingly told WildFlower to sit beside my, which she did, and we'd gotten an order of fajitas for two. Status of composure was slowly failing.
We returned to the hotel from there to get ready for a night on the town. We all loaded up with different forms of booze and proceeded to all get ready. After showering, I settled into my bottle of red wine (which I'd scoured three or four convience stores for) and proceeded into the debaucherous events of the night. As can be expected with booze, my composure went right out the window and I think I was now giving WildFlower all kinds of ridiculous attention. I remember a lot of play fighting, some tickeling and zerberts among other non sense. Oh well, I was in Montreal to act a little out of my nature.
From there we were ready for the bar, but not all of us would end up going. Thumper and Snapdragon would end up flaking out on the rest since they were tired. I remember wanting to call Bullshit at that very moment as I've never known Thumper to show weakness for fatigue EVER. I let it go though, partially because I didn't want to waste time on nonsense and partially because I had other things on my mind.
We ended up at Winston Churchill's which is a nice little place that we'd concedently gone to a couple years earlier at the former montreal trip. There was more drinking, dancing and general merryment all around. At one point one guy tried to pick a fight with me but it was quickly diffused as I just walked off the dance floor. I figured I'd give hothead 10 minutes to find another problem and forget about me. In these ten minutes though, members of the gang came by to ask if everything was good. To most I responded that I was just giving jerkhead time, but when WildFlower came by, the conversation went as such:
Wildflower: Are you okay?
Zout: No.
Wildflower: What's the matter?
Zout: I think I'm falling for you.
Alright I know its lame but it happend. The effect of too much Dawson's Creek perhaps. Her response was muffled by the huge bass in the background but she stuck around, so I asked her back the dance floor. The rest of the night was spent dirty dancing so to say. No smooching though as even in my drunken state, I knew it would be crossing the line and disrespectful for former significant other.
Back at the hotel, I took some time to talk to SpencerJ as he seemed to be in a rough spot in his life. After about an hour or so, I went to go talk to Wildflower and let her know the other important things about my life she'd need to know if things were to go farther, but she'd passed out.
The next day, she was a lot more foreign to me than the previous day. My guess is that she realized I lived 200 clicks away or that I was significantly older or even of my breakup and thought against the idea of us hanging out. Initially I was upset about this decision but it occured to me later that things were better to end there. I would later be even moreso glad about her take on this as, on a personal level, it gave me a sign that I could and would move on without having to acutally get into a relationship.
We got breakfast the next morning, headed back to Snapdragon's, had a pizza, watched Wedding Crashers and then headed our seperate ways. I'm sure all in all, this will need to an awkward next meeting, but so goes life. Until then, here are some pictures:
Closing Thoughts:
- No shortage or Dawson's Creek type fodder
- Being Sick is poop
- Addicted to James Blunt and Neverending White Lights
- Provincials Next Weekend!
- Almost Halfway done this year
- Gotta call from a BC recruiter. The opening is now there.
- The return to average of Zout is 90% complete.
Closing Song: Neverending White Lights - Ending of a Story
Current Mood: Chill
Oh yes. the three people to thank for their direct an indirect actions:
1) Thumper - For taking the time out to listen to my random musings when I needed. He loses a lot of this credit though for flaking.
2) Wildflower - Just being herself. She reminded me that there were other women out there and that my heart would move on.
3) Snapdragon - For inviting us into her home without judgement. The Snapdragon family as well.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Montreal was awesome!
Just got back from a wicked sweet weekend in Montreal. I'm a little too tired to go into the details right now but overall I'd say it did a helluva a lot in the mending of my spirit and soul. Thanks go out to 3 specific people who helped in this endevour.
More for you all on these matters tommorrow.
More for you all on these matters tommorrow.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Well if Anders is doing it...
Well he's got one and naturally it got me thinking about my own aspirations, whether it be large or small. And so I think I'll start a list which will likely only go to ten or so because after that I got tired or reading his.
1) Move to Vancouver, get a job and start a new page in the Jitsu Canada chronology.
2) Dance to 'Shout' at my wedding
3) Be able to play guitar versitally (Like This)
4) Scour the Globe for My soul's recognition of its couterpoint and then Marry her in 10 secs
5) Try and actually have my parents say 'they're proud of me' and mean it
6) Learn all Rules of the Wedding Crashers Handbook.
That's about all I got for now. Likely time to go to bed.
1) Move to Vancouver, get a job and start a new page in the Jitsu Canada chronology.
2) Dance to 'Shout' at my wedding
3) Be able to play guitar versitally (Like This)
4) Scour the Globe for My soul's recognition of its couterpoint and then Marry her in 10 secs
5) Try and actually have my parents say 'they're proud of me' and mean it
6) Learn all Rules of the Wedding Crashers Handbook.
That's about all I got for now. Likely time to go to bed.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Looking for something to say
There are about a million things running through my head my right now none of which are good and while I'd like to just put them out there, on this blog or by actually talking to people, I'm going to just sit on this one and let it resolve itself internally.
Next weekend is Montreal. Things should be good by then.
Next weekend is Montreal. Things should be good by then.
Friday, February 03, 2006
My day off
Something about having a day off that is not just a normal weekend day off that makes it more relaxing. Here's what I did today:
- Slept in til 9:30. I actually awoke at 8 by habit thinking I needed to get to the hospital but upon realizing I didn't, I went back to bed
- Upon awaking, I decided to rejoice in how refreshed I felt and how relaxing the day would be. I slowly began breakfast preperations and started tidying up my apartment
- I watched the second half of Return of the King EE while having breakfast after that.
- From there I decided to wash my Gi and some other light colours. While waiting I went and bought a spicy bbq chicken pizza with plain crust (as oppose to whole wheat). I would also treat myself to a french vanilla from Timmy's. They were both delicious and I ate pizza til I couldn't feel feelings anymore.
- I watched wedding crashers for a third time, seeing as its hilarious, later on
- From there I had a snack of cottage cheese and jam on toast and then proceeded to have a nap
- After the nap, I went for a run at the gym and did some grocery shopping prep for dinner after that.
- I am now completing dinner and will likely eat it while watching either King Kong (DVD screener) or last nights episode of the OC.
Today, has been serene. An absolute treat to say the least.
- Slept in til 9:30. I actually awoke at 8 by habit thinking I needed to get to the hospital but upon realizing I didn't, I went back to bed
- Upon awaking, I decided to rejoice in how refreshed I felt and how relaxing the day would be. I slowly began breakfast preperations and started tidying up my apartment
- I watched the second half of Return of the King EE while having breakfast after that.
- From there I decided to wash my Gi and some other light colours. While waiting I went and bought a spicy bbq chicken pizza with plain crust (as oppose to whole wheat). I would also treat myself to a french vanilla from Timmy's. They were both delicious and I ate pizza til I couldn't feel feelings anymore.
- I watched wedding crashers for a third time, seeing as its hilarious, later on
- From there I had a snack of cottage cheese and jam on toast and then proceeded to have a nap
- After the nap, I went for a run at the gym and did some grocery shopping prep for dinner after that.
- I am now completing dinner and will likely eat it while watching either King Kong (DVD screener) or last nights episode of the OC.
Today, has been serene. An absolute treat to say the least.
A bit more of an oddity than all other Zout's and T-Bone's
I got a bonus day off today which I am currently savouring and using to get maximum rest and relaxation. Now though I realize its partly of my own doing, I realy don't get a moments rest these days and think a good day or two of eating well will help recuperate the mind and body.
Over the last week I planned out my entire schedule until April. As per always, its tentative but still pretty thourough.
Sat Feb 4th: Green and Above in Ottawa
Sun Feb 5th: Superbowl party in Ottawa
Mon Feb 13th: Course at Carleton U ??
Wed Feb 15th: Test on Skull
Feb 17th-19th: Trip to Montreal
March 3rd-5th: In Kingston for Provincials
March 11th & 12th: Weekend Shift
March 15th: Test 8
March 17th - 20th: Trip Home
March 25th: Ottawa Grading
March 26th: AI/I Course
April 1st: Brown Grading and Queen's Grading
April 3rd-13th: CT
April 28th: End of second semester
Overall, its a good spread between time spent focussing on class room stuff and keeping myself grounded in the real world. Hopefully by the end of this semester, I'll actually have a job lined up in the real world too.
I think I'll stay away from closing thoughts today. Give my brain a rest. Perhaps get a pizza.
Over the last week I planned out my entire schedule until April. As per always, its tentative but still pretty thourough.
Sat Feb 4th: Green and Above in Ottawa
Sun Feb 5th: Superbowl party in Ottawa
Mon Feb 13th: Course at Carleton U ??
Wed Feb 15th: Test on Skull
Feb 17th-19th: Trip to Montreal
March 3rd-5th: In Kingston for Provincials
March 11th & 12th: Weekend Shift
March 15th: Test 8
March 17th - 20th: Trip Home
March 25th: Ottawa Grading
March 26th: AI/I Course
April 1st: Brown Grading and Queen's Grading
April 3rd-13th: CT
April 28th: End of second semester
Overall, its a good spread between time spent focussing on class room stuff and keeping myself grounded in the real world. Hopefully by the end of this semester, I'll actually have a job lined up in the real world too.
I think I'll stay away from closing thoughts today. Give my brain a rest. Perhaps get a pizza.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Havn't posted in while
Well, as per the case of everyone it seems, the blog posts seem to have been lacking in the past few days. Overall, I think things just seem much more lame in comparisson to the holidays and that could be the reason.
In summary though, here's what happend since the last time I posted. I wrote a test on wednesday which, while somewhat of a sucess, was more of a failure. That being said, I always need one wake up call for studying which usually has an effect on the next two or three tests.
I've been trying to increase my training status to run on par with that of Thumper status but after two days at the gym and three days of jitsu (which included courses) it had finally caught up with me and thus I've been on training break the last couple of days. However, I do see myself at the gym either today or tommorrow to resume training.
My mother got on my case on monday for being in Kingston when she called and implied that I was spending too much time with my baby girl. Seeing how this has been my first girlfriend in almost five years and that we see each other maybe bi weekly, I took this quite personally. But it didn't stop at that as my ability to prioritize was put into question when she said I wasn't doing enough work but instead playing around too much. Just lovely. Apparently working eight hour shifts everyday for no money is worth nothing and the time I put in elsewhere is also worth nothing in their books. I could likely rant further about this but I think I'll leave it at that. The final product of it all though is a strengthened desired to head out to Vancouver and stay out of Toronto when I start working.
Closing thoughts:
- The noon-8 shift isn't so bad. I get to sleep in and caught up on all my paper work.
- I think I need to start reading more and watch less TV. Stupid addictive drug-like boxsets.
- Only seven months left in this dreadful Cornwall.
- I might go to Ottawa to train on Sunday. I dunno yet.
Current Song: Joe Walsh - Rocky Mountain Way
Current Mood: Somber
In summary though, here's what happend since the last time I posted. I wrote a test on wednesday which, while somewhat of a sucess, was more of a failure. That being said, I always need one wake up call for studying which usually has an effect on the next two or three tests.
I've been trying to increase my training status to run on par with that of Thumper status but after two days at the gym and three days of jitsu (which included courses) it had finally caught up with me and thus I've been on training break the last couple of days. However, I do see myself at the gym either today or tommorrow to resume training.
My mother got on my case on monday for being in Kingston when she called and implied that I was spending too much time with my baby girl. Seeing how this has been my first girlfriend in almost five years and that we see each other maybe bi weekly, I took this quite personally. But it didn't stop at that as my ability to prioritize was put into question when she said I wasn't doing enough work but instead playing around too much. Just lovely. Apparently working eight hour shifts everyday for no money is worth nothing and the time I put in elsewhere is also worth nothing in their books. I could likely rant further about this but I think I'll leave it at that. The final product of it all though is a strengthened desired to head out to Vancouver and stay out of Toronto when I start working.
Closing thoughts:
- The noon-8 shift isn't so bad. I get to sleep in and caught up on all my paper work.
- I think I need to start reading more and watch less TV. Stupid addictive drug-like boxsets.
- Only seven months left in this dreadful Cornwall.
- I might go to Ottawa to train on Sunday. I dunno yet.
Current Song: Joe Walsh - Rocky Mountain Way
Current Mood: Somber
Monday, January 16, 2006
The first caller
I must begin this post by notting that I was the first call made by RA (and Adash) from his voice over IP line. While I make no claims to actually understand what that actually is, I was touched that I was the first person considered and followed up on to be the test subject.
This weekend I was in Kingston as per usual. I trained, got overly drunk, re-certed my CPR, bought some more dvd boxsets (that were fantastically priced), napped and hung out with the Bun.
The most notable moment which plays back in my head like a cheesy music video was when I broke through my own stupid threshold of stupidity and finally spoke to fish in a non-absurd manner. This little break lead to a small interval of exchange which almost felt real again; a sentiment which was so overwealming that it put a warm spot in my heart. It was nice, it was simple. Somehow it just made sense.
Closing thoughts:
- Jack Bauer rules!
- Boxsets are like drugs to me
- I love my baby girl more and more everyday
- I'm lucky. Plain and simple.
This weekend I was in Kingston as per usual. I trained, got overly drunk, re-certed my CPR, bought some more dvd boxsets (that were fantastically priced), napped and hung out with the Bun.
The most notable moment which plays back in my head like a cheesy music video was when I broke through my own stupid threshold of stupidity and finally spoke to fish in a non-absurd manner. This little break lead to a small interval of exchange which almost felt real again; a sentiment which was so overwealming that it put a warm spot in my heart. It was nice, it was simple. Somehow it just made sense.
Closing thoughts:
- Jack Bauer rules!
- Boxsets are like drugs to me
- I love my baby girl more and more everyday
- I'm lucky. Plain and simple.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Getting to a blog post
Quite a bit can happen in a week, so much so that it can cause a blog update to be written a bit late. But for the sake of brevity I'll keep this short... hopefully.
New Year's was an awesome good time and turned out to be the quiet, yet festive time Giles and I had hoped for. I spent half of the saturday rebuilding Julie's tron since she'd had some serious spyware dominate her computer. After that I head over to Giles's house to find them playing a game called Settlers of Katan. I didn't realy get to play but I watched for a while as they played. My first impression of it was that it looked lame but would change my mind the next day when I played. So play if you can.
Afterwards, we got dressed and headed out to dinner at the downtown Minos which turned out to be a spectacular meal. We would then head out to the 4-3-9 for a little bit to share pleasentries and laughs. Admitently, I was very umcomfortable entering a location where I'd left so hostily before and while I tried to make the best of it, it wasn't quite as comfortable as I remember. One could even say almost, but not quite.
From there, we got my baby girl and then headed over to the Giles's for some more celebrations and the actual turning into the New Year. Nick had bought us all some expensive champagne which we all toasted in the new year with. I must add here that when I kissed J-Bun to bring in the new year, I knew I'd never forget that moment. It was the type of event where a kiss was more than just a kiss and where time just instantly trenscended straight into majesty. I think I could write a whole other paragraph on that so I'll just leave it there.
The night ended with some poker, snacking and general good times. I would end up crashing that night at 3ish.
The next morning, we awoke all hungover free and sat for a spot of tea. Later, I would take J-Bun to work and then re-join the Giles's for Settlers and lots of snacking on leftover food. We also saw chronicles of Narnia which was very well done. J-Bun and I spend the night and morning together just doing our normal thing. I had to head back to Cornwall afterwards but was very reluctant to do so as it meant an end to my awesome break and back to not so exciting x-ray.
Eventually I did though always wishing that I could be back in the holiday mode. I was quickly removed from this though as a major problem arose after my computer would no longer boot due to a Service Pack 2 installation. Thus, the Tuesday to Thursday was spent getting my computer back online and running. The good news is that I had to get a hard drive to solve my problem and since its bigger I can now download tonnes more. Woot!
Closing thoughts:
- I can now get back to the guitar
- Priority this week is apartment clean-up, laundry and groceries
- If the drive home was less than 5 hours, I would do it more often
- Anyone need a used DVD player? Its realy good, I just don't need two DVD players.
- How about a microsoft optical mouse for that matter?
- What will I do now that I finished watching Dawson's Creek season 3? Perhaps Aeon Flux.
Current Song: Twista Ft Miriah Carey (Not that great a song)
Current Mood: Back to Normal
New Year's was an awesome good time and turned out to be the quiet, yet festive time Giles and I had hoped for. I spent half of the saturday rebuilding Julie's tron since she'd had some serious spyware dominate her computer. After that I head over to Giles's house to find them playing a game called Settlers of Katan. I didn't realy get to play but I watched for a while as they played. My first impression of it was that it looked lame but would change my mind the next day when I played. So play if you can.
Afterwards, we got dressed and headed out to dinner at the downtown Minos which turned out to be a spectacular meal. We would then head out to the 4-3-9 for a little bit to share pleasentries and laughs. Admitently, I was very umcomfortable entering a location where I'd left so hostily before and while I tried to make the best of it, it wasn't quite as comfortable as I remember. One could even say almost, but not quite.
From there, we got my baby girl and then headed over to the Giles's for some more celebrations and the actual turning into the New Year. Nick had bought us all some expensive champagne which we all toasted in the new year with. I must add here that when I kissed J-Bun to bring in the new year, I knew I'd never forget that moment. It was the type of event where a kiss was more than just a kiss and where time just instantly trenscended straight into majesty. I think I could write a whole other paragraph on that so I'll just leave it there.
The night ended with some poker, snacking and general good times. I would end up crashing that night at 3ish.
The next morning, we awoke all hungover free and sat for a spot of tea. Later, I would take J-Bun to work and then re-join the Giles's for Settlers and lots of snacking on leftover food. We also saw chronicles of Narnia which was very well done. J-Bun and I spend the night and morning together just doing our normal thing. I had to head back to Cornwall afterwards but was very reluctant to do so as it meant an end to my awesome break and back to not so exciting x-ray.
Eventually I did though always wishing that I could be back in the holiday mode. I was quickly removed from this though as a major problem arose after my computer would no longer boot due to a Service Pack 2 installation. Thus, the Tuesday to Thursday was spent getting my computer back online and running. The good news is that I had to get a hard drive to solve my problem and since its bigger I can now download tonnes more. Woot!
Closing thoughts:
- I can now get back to the guitar
- Priority this week is apartment clean-up, laundry and groceries
- If the drive home was less than 5 hours, I would do it more often
- Anyone need a used DVD player? Its realy good, I just don't need two DVD players.
- How about a microsoft optical mouse for that matter?
- What will I do now that I finished watching Dawson's Creek season 3? Perhaps Aeon Flux.
Current Song: Twista Ft Miriah Carey (Not that great a song)
Current Mood: Back to Normal
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Who says you can't go home?
The rest of the story isn't as jam packed as the crazy move but is still worth telling I suppose. Friday Thumper, J-Bun and I made a delicious pancake breakfast for our last meal together before the holidays. It was nice, quiet, festive and overall a nice segway into the beginning of the holidays.
After that J-Bun gave me my her x-mas gift to me which turned out to be an acoustic guitar! Based on this she scores high in gold stars for the best gift ever given. I've wanted one for a long time but would only ever go so far as research price before I decided I couldn't as a student. Leave it up to her to get me the one thing I'd never get myself and while I think this might have been a bit much in terms of cost, I love her for it.
The three of us parted ways from there onto our seperate holiday journies all filled with delicious pancake goodness. I went to visit the Vancouver imported Giles for a little while along with the rest of the Giles clan. We chatted it up for a bit and then played a little bit of friendly poker. We were originally going to see a movie, but the promise of some freezing rain pushed me to head out a little earlier.
The trip itself was pretty nuts with much of the promised freezing rain and various traffic jams which I could only attribute to the weather. It took me four hours to complete what usually takes three but would make it home safe and sound. I think all I did friday was unpack and then head straight to bed as my body was very broken by this point.
I awoke saturday to a delicious breakfast which for once in the past few months, I didn't have to prepare making it even more delicious. The remainder of the day was spent taking care of last minute christmas tasks including purchasing and wrapping of last minute items. Saturday night I helped my sister bake x-mas cookies which didn't turn out that hot since I'm not as much of a culinary expert as her. Still edible though.
X-mas day was nice and festive again with presents, turkey, family and all around merryment. There were no gifts that could realy top the acoustic guitar but they were all still very much appreciated.
I bought a new DVD player and cordless keyboard on boxing day at Future Shop. I got up at 5 am for the 6am opening which in the end was a bit of a waste since none of the items mentioned were door crashers. Later on, I would end up seeing more family some of which I had not seen in years. People grow like sprouts after a couple of years but that's to be expected since time dosn't stand still in my abscence.
I've also purchased a few more items since then including a stool ($15 at Can Tire) and the Lost DVD box set which was a great deal at Zellers for $30. Box Day/Week deals will be the end of me.
I'm heading back to Kingston on Friday for a few social events provided that my cousin dosn't give birth that day as I would like to see the baby if possible before I go. I've told her to have it soon because of this but if it's not here by friday then I'm going with the original plan.
The plan for New Year's this year is pretty chill for once. Giles and I are planning on heading over to McM'ss to honour his invitation and then are going back to the Giles residence for something more low key. My suggestion was wine and movies. I think it will be refreshing to actually remember this new year's once it's passed.
After that J-Bun gave me my her x-mas gift to me which turned out to be an acoustic guitar! Based on this she scores high in gold stars for the best gift ever given. I've wanted one for a long time but would only ever go so far as research price before I decided I couldn't as a student. Leave it up to her to get me the one thing I'd never get myself and while I think this might have been a bit much in terms of cost, I love her for it.
The three of us parted ways from there onto our seperate holiday journies all filled with delicious pancake goodness. I went to visit the Vancouver imported Giles for a little while along with the rest of the Giles clan. We chatted it up for a bit and then played a little bit of friendly poker. We were originally going to see a movie, but the promise of some freezing rain pushed me to head out a little earlier.
The trip itself was pretty nuts with much of the promised freezing rain and various traffic jams which I could only attribute to the weather. It took me four hours to complete what usually takes three but would make it home safe and sound. I think all I did friday was unpack and then head straight to bed as my body was very broken by this point.
I awoke saturday to a delicious breakfast which for once in the past few months, I didn't have to prepare making it even more delicious. The remainder of the day was spent taking care of last minute christmas tasks including purchasing and wrapping of last minute items. Saturday night I helped my sister bake x-mas cookies which didn't turn out that hot since I'm not as much of a culinary expert as her. Still edible though.
X-mas day was nice and festive again with presents, turkey, family and all around merryment. There were no gifts that could realy top the acoustic guitar but they were all still very much appreciated.
I bought a new DVD player and cordless keyboard on boxing day at Future Shop. I got up at 5 am for the 6am opening which in the end was a bit of a waste since none of the items mentioned were door crashers. Later on, I would end up seeing more family some of which I had not seen in years. People grow like sprouts after a couple of years but that's to be expected since time dosn't stand still in my abscence.
I've also purchased a few more items since then including a stool ($15 at Can Tire) and the Lost DVD box set which was a great deal at Zellers for $30. Box Day/Week deals will be the end of me.
I'm heading back to Kingston on Friday for a few social events provided that my cousin dosn't give birth that day as I would like to see the baby if possible before I go. I've told her to have it soon because of this but if it's not here by friday then I'm going with the original plan.
The plan for New Year's this year is pretty chill for once. Giles and I are planning on heading over to McM'ss to honour his invitation and then are going back to the Giles residence for something more low key. My suggestion was wine and movies. I think it will be refreshing to actually remember this new year's once it's passed.
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