You put my head in the clouds

It's Juno Weekend!!!!

Yaaaay...

only... kind of not too.
Open until 5am on Saturday night, start work at 4pm.... 3 finals and 2 papers due next week...
Sleep is overrated anyway.

Been a rough couple of weeks areound here lately. Yesterday was a rough day especially. I went to school, but skipped my first class to do work, so I was sitting in the arts building reading, and eating a muffin. I somehow bit my own tongue so hard that it went numb and started to bleed, which of course caused me to cry. But the problem was that once I started to cry, I couldn't stop. So I was sitting at a desk crying, with muffin crumbs everywhere and I realized that the best course of action for me would be to just go home for the rest of the day. So I did. And then I wasted the majority of the day doing nothing productive but just staring at the computer screen.

So once I got myself together a bit more, I decided that I would indeed go to the free concert downtown and stop feeling so damn sorry for myself.

The opening acts were kind of not our thing, so we went for drinks and food. At which point we went for more drinks, and 7:30pm rolls around and we're doing shots. Needless to say, we were pretty loaded and realized that we were about to miss Joel Plaskett. So we took off down the street and made it a couple of songs into his set. So naturally, because it's an outdoor concert and we're all there to have fun supposedly, we start to work our way itno the crowd and up front. We get about mid-way ni the crowd and stop because it's a decent spot. So we're having fun, dancing, singing along, yelling etc. All the typical things of an outdoor concert. Except! The highschool kids that were standing behind us were all like "oh my god, and you please be quiet" "please stop dancing." "please stop having fun." All the while standing there completely still with bored looks on their faces. To which we all replied, lighten up, its an outdoor concert we're here to have fun, wtf?!

Perhaps propelled by the bitter vibes of these clearly underage kids, we decided to push on closer to the front. At which point things got a little intense. We met these cool people who were equally surpised at our tale of the bitter underage kids and invited us to dance with them. Which we did. And then somehow we managed to work our way to 2 rows from the front of the stage for Matt Mays, which is beyond intense... At one point none of us were standing. There was no room for our feet on the ground. So we stayed for a couple of songs and then decided to get the hell out. So as we are pushing our way through the crowd to get out, some idiot pinched me?! I dunno, weird.. weird vibe in the crowd

I mean, what's the point of going to a concert if you're not going to enjoy yourself?? You might as well stay home and listen to the CD's or something...

Anyway... that was the adventure of the free concert of ought 06.

I have to be at work in 4 hours. I thought my shift for tonight was cancelled. Now it is not. This is the point where i start to freak out again.

less than a week......

Last stop for a resolution

Oook so

Sorry for the gayness (and sorry for using the term "gayness") that have been some of these entires as of late... Lets just write it off as excessive stress and extreme happiness over the fact that it is soon summer. Enough said.

So, BIG NEWS!!!!!!!


I won my very first roll up the rim tonight!!!!!!!!! I was in class, and I didn't know how to react. Mind you, it was only a donut. There by blowing my theory, that the fact that I have never won a single thing, and therefore I must be destined to win some cash or the car, has been totally blown. But I am still holding out hope and will continue to drink a raspberry tea almost daily until the end of the contest, because you just never know.

The other cool news, is that after months of searching, and days of viewings, we have found a new apartment! Its super huge, and gorgeous... and we can have pets. I'm now officially accepting suggestions for cat names. I would like to go all emo and name it Virtute, which is latin for vitrue, aka after the title cat in The Weakerthan's song, "Plea from a cat name Virtute" but that would be super emo of me and I'm not sure I can stand having to call out "virtue" all the time..... Unless i can think of a catchy way to shorten that name, I don't think its going to fly.

Anyway, the place is nice, and in a good part of the North End... I have pictures, but I'm not going to post them because its of somebody else's apartmet at present and that would be kind of creepy. Stay tuned for the giant housewarming party to follow soemtime in May.

Hmm what else....

Oh yeah

Had a super weird St. Patty's Day that involved (among other things), A ferry ride to Dartmouth, a hardcore Punk or, "crazy wave" show, complete with fake blood to simulate "crazy wage stigmata" being chased down the street by a bum weilding a shopping cart, lots of beer, nearly getting into several fights in the line-up at the Apple Barrel and in general just a very, very random time. Some portions of the night were just downright upsetting... at any rate I always seem to have very fucked up St. Patty's days. Lets not even get into last year, and the year before I had to sit at home in residence due to my drunken loss of my fake ID and a whole lot of homework.

Also, i took out my nose ring. There are several reasons why, but the main one involves the on-going quarter life crisis I've been going through since I turned 20 and now that I am on the cusp of turning 21, I feel that it perhaps time to grow up a little bit. As well, there are some other reasons that I would rather not articulate because I would realize how comletely rediculous they are. Anyway... yeah I have lots of pictures... so when my kids call me a square I can be like, "Oh yeah? have a look at this bitches...." Or something....

Anyway... thats the update in my life for the moment.....

Oh. and I got an A on a paper tonight that I wrote in approx 4 hours, thus reinforcing the fact that I am a paper writing machine.

End transmission.

When the light go down in the city and the sun shines on the bay (or the harbour...)

Tonight was one of those really early spring nights. You know the kind I mean. It doesn't get dark until after 6 and the late evening sun is beating down and it blinds you.
The air has a certain smell. It's fresh, but not like fall when its crisp. It's like muddy air in Spring, like the promise of things to come like flowers and sandles. The sidewalk is full of puddles from dirty snow that has melted in the mild weather of the day, and it makes you want to stay outside and just keep walking forever.
Or atleast not be walking to school for a rediculous night class. Until your prof tells you there's only 3 classes left plus the exam.

WOAH!?

Like... I knew it was March and stuff... but like.... 3 classes? Snap!



unh... I had way more to say when I was thinking about this before.... I have to go read about the late 60s drug culture now.