| Choom Gang in the (White) House |
[Nov. 4th, 2008|11:13 pm] |
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Damn, he actually did it! Now let's hope the dude doesn't get shot in his first months of Presidency |
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| January 2nd |
[Jan. 4th, 2008|12:41 am] |
| [ | music |
| | NAS - Hip Hop is Dead | ] |
I wake up at 8, use the facilities, then head back to bed. I'm woken up by a gentle knock on the door and an inquiring mother enters asking me if I'm thinking about getting up anytime soon. Turns out it's Noon and since I don't want to waste anymore of the day I decide to put on some pants and grab some chow.
Mum informs me that dad now has problems with his eye, and she thinks it may be conjuctivitus, and he is therefore quarantined to his bedroom until we figure things out. I shower after fixing myself a sandwich and check my cell to see that I've missed a call from Rachel. I give hr a call back to make sure we're still catching a flick this afternoon, then head out to walk the mutts, loading up some Tokyo Police Club on my iPod.
Post walk I check my messages and se that Rach has called me back, so we finally get in touch and opt to catch the 4:00 showing of Juno at the Varsity. I make myself another sandwich and mix a Jack and Coke, which leads to a bit of a squabble with mum, who deems it too early to be drinking. Seeing as it's 2 in the afternoon, I understand her worry. However, I explain that I actually fixed the drink for the taste, and one cocktail isn't going to get me hammered, having built up quite a strong tolerance while living away from home. This doesn't sit well with her and I decide to cut loose from the conversation, watching a bit of SSN 3 Lost before I have to make the trek downtown.
I shower, then bundle up (It feels like it's fucking 50 below outside) to head out to the bus stop. I get to Bay station, and hook up with Rach and Em. Em has to go see to her friend who is having a bit of a crisis with her boyfriend, and Rach suggests we skip the movie and grab some Pizza Pizza and then go to my place for some Guitar Hero. I inform the ladies I'm down, but halfway to the restaurant I realize I don't have my apartment keys on me, and we ultimately settle on catching the 5:10 showing instead.
The girls grab pizza while I settle for a Dr. Pepper, opting to grab some theatre snacks instead. The three of us play catch-up and then we walk Em to the subway station. Rach and I head to the Varsity and peep the flick, which turns out to be one of the best I've seen this year. Honestly, if you're even remotely into comedy, give it a watch, It's poignant and has a killer soundtrack, and Arrested Development and Office fans will enjoy the cameos. Ellen Page is hot.
Post flick I say goodbye to Rachel, then chill for a couple of hours in the Indigo at the Manulife centre, killing time before I meet up with Em, Kristina, Danielle, and Jackie for drinks. I Load up some Smiths on my iPod and pick up the first Ultimates trade and finish it off before I head out to Bathurst to meet up with the ladies.
Em gets there first and we chat a bit about her friend's cat-hating ex until Jackie and Danielle show up, at which time we board the streetcar and make our way to Sneaky Dees.
Kristina meets up with us at the bar, and it was an absolute blast. It's hard finding the time to catch up with your old friends, but it's one of the best feelings in the world. We shoot the shit over beers for over 2 hours, recollecting old adventures and filling each other in on new ones. It's a great night, and one of the best I've had since Winter Break started.
We pile out of Sneaky Dees at around Midnight and go our separate ways on the TTC. I listen to some Radiohead on the way home to Scarbs and arrive there at about 1:15, where I read some Scott Pilgrim until I fall asleep |
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| 2008?! |
[Jan. 2nd, 2008|01:10 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tragically Hip - Vaccination Scar | ] |
So it's the New Year, and I've ade a couple of resolutions. One is to start using this journal on a daily basis. That's kind of a tall order when I think about it, since sometimes there's really nothing to talk about. However, since I need to brush up on my writing skills, and would appreciate a memory log for when the time comes that the punishment I've doled out on my brain will catch up to me and I can't remember anything anymore. Therefore, while the day to day events of my life may in fact be rather uneventful, I will write about them just the same. Here goes.
January 1st
I wake up at about 10:45 in my apartment and give my mother a call to wish her Happy New Years. The topic shifts to the snowfall, and we debate about whether or not we can make Paul's family's open house in Newmarket. We decide to play it by ear and I hang up, getting to work on the light mess left over from the night before. I shower, and leave at about Noon, stopping at Tim Horton's for a double double and a sour cream glazed. On my way to College station, my eye catches someone outside the Golden Griddle, and it turns out to be John Mills, who I haven't seen in almost a year. We hug, chit chat, and make a promise to stay in touch via facebook or by phone this coming year.
I get home at around 1, and mum tells me that dad's cold is worse, leaving him practically bed ridden, and the 404 is blocked with several accidents. We decide it best to send our regrets to the Howleys, as it would be pretty much impossible to get to Newmarket and stay a sufficient amount of time at this point.
I shoot the shit with mum for about an hour, stopping to give my grandmother a call in Quebec. We chat for a bit, and I'm filled with concern as to just how bad Alzheimers is affecting her. It's a fucking awful and unfair disease, and it's near impossible to witness someone you love revert into a shell of the person they once were. After we hang up, I'm told that we're visiting my grandfather on Saturday in Coburg, and that he probably doesn't remember who I am right now. Two grandparents on different sides of the family with the same disease. I wonder if I should be worried.
Dad comes down and informs us he feels like death warmed over. We opt to drive to Shoppers and pick up some Advil cold and Sinus for him. Once back, I take the mutts for a walk, kicking it to Interpol on my iPod. Their new album is growing on me, despite it still being entirely forgettable once you've finished giving it a listen.
I remember I'm supposed to see a film with Rachel tomorrow, so I decide to have a night in tonight, since every night this week I'll be doing something. I make a plate of leftover chinese food and watch the first disc of SSN 3 Lost, which takes me up to 9 in the evening. I say goodnight to my folks, and read a few books of Transmetropolitan before falling asleep at around 11:30. |
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| End of Show |
[Nov. 18th, 2007|01:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  groggy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Interpol - The Heinrich Maneuver | ] |
Friday was the final performance of The Dwarfs/Flu Season, which was the rep. show I was one of the Stage Managers for. It was a relief knowing that some of my time would free up, but also a wee bit upsetting. But any depressed thoughts were quickly taken care of with our after party last night, which I had the bright idea to host at my apartment.
there are 82 crew members on the show. there are 20 actors on the show. My apartment is a two bedroom, and my roommate is away in England and thus his room was off limits for the majority of the party.
...It got a bit cramped.
I said BYOB but what showed up was ridiculous. a 40 of rum, a 40 of vodka, 3 12 packs, 7 bottles of wine, various mickies of tequila, Jack, and other liqours of the like. And, because our Technical Director knows that we're all lushes, a texas mickie of smirnoff.
If you are unfamiliar with the term Texas Mickie, it is 4 litres of booze. You know those giant inflatable whiskey bottles for promotional purposes at stores? it's that but glass and filled with polish delight. The thing came with a pump. I'll repeat that: the thing came with a pump. Pump action vodka.
only about 45 showed up, which was a good number for the space I had. The booze to person ratio was consistant and we were all ready to tackle the Mount Everest of hangovers. Which I'm feeling slightly right now, and I have a feeling I'll reach the summit by midday.
Overall it was a great success, and the property damage is surprisingly minimal. I'm just thankful that for our second show, some other poor bastard is taking over hosting duties. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 31st, 2007|10:33 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Dire Straights - Sultans of Swing | ] |
I'm moving in to my new place downtown tomorrow...
If I survive the week I expect everyone who can to visit |
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| Miss Me? |
[Aug. 2nd, 2007|11:19 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Muse - Stockholm Syndrome | ] |
Man, it's been a while since I wrote in this thing.
I'm on my last three weeks of Blockbuster. Thank Grandma fucking Moses. My tolerance for stupid, vapid, and obnoxious people has been obliterated thanks to that magical store that promises everyone a Blockbuster night, but instead gives me box office poison. They've got this new ad campaign for recruiting that states "Want to be a star in the movies? That's what it's like when you work at Blockbuster." The only way that could be accurate is if they're talking about the adult movie industry, as I seem to be constantly jerked around.
But I digress. The money made has allowed me to hit up two really decent concerts the past month. Saw Travis at the Kool Haus on the 19th, and hit up Muse last night at the International centre. Both concerts were solid, but Muse fucking blew me away. it started on an apprehensive not due to the sheer amount of people there who were packed tight into a wall of flesh in a non air conditioned venue. However, upon strategically rearranging myself, I received both fresh air and a clear view of the goings on on stage. The opening act, Cold War Kids, was a great band as well and I plan on picking up their CD ASAP. Bonus points for running into Em and her boyfriend Adam at not one, but both concerts, and my buddy Mike getting involved in his first mosh pit at Muse. You truly have bigger cahones than I do friend.
Today I'm on call for work, and have to head downtown and meet my landlord to drop off my cheques and then sign the lease. Move in commences last week of august, so If anyone's still in the City, you can help me break in the pad by drinking tons and playing music really loud in order to piss off the neighbours. |
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| Spider-Man's a dick |
[May. 5th, 2007|11:46 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Spidey Sense tingling | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Neil Young - Old Man (Live) | ] |
I've been working at Blockbuster for the past couple of weeks pretty constantly. Next week I have some time off, so hopefully I can see some people I haven't seen in a while.
Saw Hot Fuzz with Alisa on Thursday. Man, why is it the British rock the comedy boat so much compared to other parts of the globe?
Spider-Man 3 last night. A lot of reviews are coming in about how it was subpar, but I had a fucking blast. My only expectation of that film was that Venom would show up, fuck stuff up, then leave. Check, check, and check. While the movie was pretty flawed, it had so many good parts to make up for it.
1. Bruce Campbell
2. Tony Hawk Xtreme Green Goblin was kind of lame, but James Franco was a smarmy bastard throughout, and that's all that matters.
3. Spider-Man is a dick
4. Peter Parker's idea of cool is emo hair and a popped collar.
5. Eric Foreman pulled off Venom pretty decently.
So yeah, good movie overall. Supporting cast's acting is top notch, but Tobey Maguire is still...Tobey Maguire.
I'm working tonight, Sunday, then catching up with Jess on Monday (Kickin Rad).
Anyone wants to do something, call my cell. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 12th, 2007|12:07 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  flirty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Do Make Say Think - Apartment Song | ] |
I'm a Guitar Hero. That's right. I'm so heroic I beat the flu. Yeah. Fuck you stomach flu. Go terrorize another kid on the street.
In other news non sequitor posts are making a comeback. Confirm/Deny? |
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| Saving the world one note at a time |
[Apr. 8th, 2007|06:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hungry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Do Make Say Think - Minmin | ] |
I'm supposed to be saving up in order to pay for the deposit on the apartment in September. But I was in Best Buy on Tuesday and guess what had just come out: Guitar Hero II for the 360. Now, having played GH2 at my buddy Niall's house for excessive periods of time, I knew in my heart of hearts that I would hate myself later on if I did not buy it immediately. And Buy it I did. Now I'm $100 poorer, but the beauty of playing through fucking FREEBIRD and getting 5 stars is worth the diet of canned beans and jello I am now forced to consume.
Saw Grindhouse last night. Jesus what a great couple of films. Deathproof was a bit much, as it was Tarantino indulgence to the highest degree (and if you've ever seen one of his previous films, that's saying something). Yet the last 20 minutes were sheer brilliance, and it had the best ending I think I've ever witnessed for any film ever. Also, the fake trailers were great. I want to see Machete and Hobo With a Shotgun made into real films now.
Final week of school coming up. Then it's work, seeing friends, and basically chilling. Looking forward to it. ANyone wants to chill should look me up come May, because it's been a while since I've seen everyone I've wanted to see |
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| HAY GUYZZ |
[Mar. 29th, 2007|03:23 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Arcade Fire - Black Wave/Bad Vibrations | ] |
Who wants to come over to my place of dwelling on Sunday to watch WRESTLEMANIA XXIII? C'mon, it'll be fun. |
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| What's I do on MY reading week? |
[Mar. 1st, 2007|03:53 pm] |
Saw BNL in concert (kicked ass)
Went to Zanzibar (long story)
Slept in every day
Got drunk
Got asked for my underwear at Reilly's by a drunk chick
Learned I'm moving out next year (huzzah)
yeah, twas a good week |
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| OW the 2nd |
[Jan. 30th, 2007|12:41 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blank | ] |
| [ | music |
| | BNL- Blame it on Me | ] |
You know those maximum speed limit signs that occupy a chunk of space on virtually every road in this urban jungle known as Toronto? I learned when driving that if you can't spot one of these on a main road, the max speed limit is 60km/hr. It's nice having these unspoken guidelines that delegate the speed of your traveling. It's only too bad that it only applies to cars, as I find myself speeding around these days at frantic speeds, silently praying that someone will tell me to slow down, to go to 60, that this is way too fast to be going. But alas, such things don't exist in the world of theatre, and I greet my upcoming schedule like a deer in the headlights. Tom Cochrane sang that Life is a Highway. I suppose that makes me the roadkill.
It's not all bad though. This is preparing me for the real world, the world I desperately crave to be a part of when it's time to spread my wings and soar (although I've been flying a few practice laps around the nest as of late) on my own. The actors are great fun, and my fellow stage managers are two of the classiest ladies I have ever had the privilege of working with. It's been a learning experience, and while the classroom has been cramped and I feel like I've gone about 5 rounds with the schoolyard bully at the moment, the experience I am gaining will be a crucial asset in my professional life.
The travel time has been interesting as well. Due to the schedule I am currently maintaining, I find myself catching the final train home. 1:00 in the morning brings out the most colourful of passengers, and provides me with ample reasons why people watching is such a favoured pastime in Toronto. Passengers engaging in conversations with themselves, men who don't seem to understand that many major department stores carry deodorant (it's a low price and there are hundreds of applications in that one bar, COME ON!), and women who beg you for a dollar or two so they can "get something to eat" A quick scan of their arms, however, seems to indicate that there's a new fad diet on the horizon where one injects their meals intravenously. I suppose there's less calories that way. The Heroin diet. Will it beat Atkins in popularity? Only time will tell
I attempt to maintain a low profile by listening to my iPod, usually some Thelonious Monk or early BNL, as I find the jazz undertones of their first few cd's is quite soothing in the black hours of the night. I don't know why it's such excellent traveling music. Perhaps it's the improvisation that exists within jazz, the feeling that the beat and melody can go anywhere. Such as jazz can stray from the path, so can we as we find ourselves traveling to our destination, perhaps one day braving to get off at a different stop and see where the melody takes us.
Where will the melody take me? I'm not sure. The song continues, and while the tempo's a bit fast for my taste, I'm sure it'll be a hell of a hit. Perhaps you should all experience it to.
February 6-16th
Ryerson Theatre
Be there. |
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| OW |
[Jan. 14th, 2007|01:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  drained | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Pink Floyd - Arnold Layne | ] |
I wake up. My eyes are glued shut. Usually this is in a figurative sense, as in "holy fuck I do not want to get up because my bed is comfortable and my life is a piece of shit". However, figurative has turned to literal and I find it very hard to make the effort to tell my lids to open. They don't seem to respond, and I start to panic. Visions of training my dog to see for me and reading Playboy in braille (oh christ what's the point) start to dance in my head. I fumble around and run into my mother. I can tell by the tone in her voice she's not too happy with the state I am in, much like the time I called her from Austria 3 years ago in the middle of the night to announce I was hammered. "Christopher, we have to get you to a doctor"
Pink eye. in both eyes. Fuck me. THis is the icing on the cake to a shitty week, the whipped cream on the pie, the gravy on the mashed potatoes, the...tofu on the tofu for all you vegetarians out there I guess.
Backtrack to a week ago Thursday when I woke up and felt like shit. sore throat, pain in my lungs, a hacking cough. It was like being a smoker without any of the benefits of actually smoking. As a sidenote, I don't know if there indeed ARE any benefits to smoking, but Vonnegut always said it was the classiest and longest way to kill yourself, and I do admire the suave and committed I suppose. I realized I was expected at a call downtown and so made my way to campus accordingly. I travel for an hour on the abomination that is our transit system and get to a meeting that lasts for ten minutes in which I am the bitch who must take notes. The Bitch Who Takes Notes. There's probably a more tactful way to include that on a resume, but fuck if I can think of it at the moment.
I have work the next night. I go to sleep early in order to prepare for the barrage of stupid questions that will come my way. Anyone seen Clerks? what was once my favourite movie has now turned into a sort of brutal living irony. Escapism has turned into reality. Why couldn't I find myself living in the movie where I sleep with the hot lesbian instead?
My morning symptoms indicated that there was no way in hell I could make it to work today. There is a God. He may have a fucked up sense of humour, but he exists. Therefore last Saturday was actually relaxing. I slept, read, watched the telly, as the brits like to say. All those things we took for granted two years ago as activities we could enjoy at any time. What naive bastards we were.
I shaped up in time to make it to the first week of classes, which saw me facing a brutal schedule designed to test my mettle. 9am-10pm for the first 3 days back, then Work on thursday and friday right after school let out on Thursday and Friday. I actually had time to make it out to a pub to see a couple of my friends Wednesday night, but only for an hour, and felt distant and out of place. These people were talking about how easy school was currently, and how they've been meeting girls left, right, and centre, subjects I couldn't relate to and due to my exhausted state, didn't want to relate to. An outsider looking in. Now I know how Judas felt.
And to top it all off, Pink eye. In both eyes. From some dipshit customer who couldn't be bothered to either wash his hands or to stop scratching his infected eye. Antibiotics have now been prescribed to me, and today will find me trying not to do anything remotely resembling work. Will next week be the same? God, I told you I believed in you about two paragraphs ago. Don't bail out on me now, you omnipotent prick. |
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| Merry Christmas! Post Your Loot! |
[Dec. 25th, 2006|03:19 pm] |
For Christmas I have received:
An Xbox 360! (only thing I actually asked for)
Less than Zero by Brent Easton Ellis
Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie
A bitching WWII anthology entitled The Second World War: A complete History
A Harry Potter scarf, complete with school crest
Couple of chill sweaters
Tommorow Never Knows: 30 Years of Beatles Music and Memorabilia (which goes nicely with my copy of Inside Out I got for my birthday)
Chocolate, booze, and other assortments of stocking stuffers
NOT getting called into work today! Kickin Rad!
So it's been a good Christmas. We're just chilling at home, and the turkey is now in the oven. Played some Ghost Recon on my new 360, and it is sex.
So now it's your turn kids. Post your loot! |
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| I've had an epiphany. |
[Dec. 5th, 2006|02:22 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
I've finally realized what I want to do with my life when I graduate. I want to be a stage manager.
No all I have to do is pass fucking physics.
In other news, I'm 19 in 10 days. Come out drinking with me on the 15th if you are reading this and available (in the "free on that day" sense AND the "make sexy time" sense because I am a sexy bastard when I want to be ^-^) |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 15th, 2006|12:32 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | David Bowie - Fame | ] |
I saw wicked this Saturday. It was good
I got a 30gb iPod on Saturday. It was good
I saw Jess's show that evening. It was good
I saw my grandparents the next day. They were good
I had a physics test today. It was bad (karma had to eventually catch up)
I am legal in 4 weeks. This is good
I watched Battlestar Galactica with Mike. It was good (Pegasus motherfuckers!)
I am finished this entry. It was so so |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 10th, 2006|01:43 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | My desk | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | No Face | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Police - Message in a Bottle | ] |
It's been quite a couple of weeks
I have four projects on the run right now, double shifts at Blockbuster coming up, and I need time in between all of this to see my friends, who I haven't seen in quite some time.
One person I did see yesterday was my buddy Niall. We had to work on our physics report and then played Guitar Hero II, which is possibly one of the best games ever made. When you're able to rock out to Spinal Top, the Police, Nirvana, Megadeth, AND play fucking FREEBIRD in the same game, you know it's a winning formula. His buddy Ephraim showed up later on, who's apparently a main character on Falcon Beach and played the kid who shot up the school in Degrassi. I don't watch either of those shows, so this had to be explained to me by Niall, but a hell of a nice guy.
I met my new boss today. yet another decent cat, who was humming the Penis song from Monty Python when I walked in. I knew we'd hit it off right then and there.
I'm seeing Wicked on Saturday with my mother, then going to see Jess's show on Saturday. hopefully it's all ages, because it's still a whopping 5 weeks until I turn legal. If not, I just pray the security is lax
So, um, yes. This is my life at the moment. I'm glad you could drop in. Sorry for the mess of it, but I swear I'm going to clean up soon. Maybe add a coffee table for flow. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 21st, 2006|03:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | chill | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Tiny - Closer | ] |
It's a lazy weekend after some pretty hardcore mid-terms.
I watched The Rules of Attraction this morning after having finished reading the book. It's quite good, and surprising that James Van Der Beek can actually act. But Jesus Christ that dude has a huge fucking head. It's like a watermelon on a toothpick. it can block out the sun. I also did not know Boone was in that movie. Oh Lost.
I'm working tonight, then going to see my cousin Dean play the Rex on Monday with his jazz band. A friend of mine from Ryerson asked if I'd like to play bass for a jazz band he wants to start up, and I'm currently on a Thelonious Monk kick, so it's nice timing. Hopefully security will be lax and I can chill with a pint. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 30th, 2006|01:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Metric - Raw Sugar | ] |
So yes. It's been a while since I posted.
I'm supposed to go to a party tonight out in the Bathurst area but I am currently sick and don't really feel like going when I know I'll feel like crap due to sniffles and sore throat. Oh well, next time.
So the doctor has told me that I should really think about exercising in order to bulk up. I find it funny when I asked if I was malnourished or in danger or things like that she said to me "Oh no, your BMI is on the low side of things, but not in the red zone. You're fine." So clearly I felt relaxed and pretty chill about my physical appearance...until I asked her why I was experiencing back pains and she said matter-of-factly, "oh, your skeletal structure doesn't have much mass on it. It's because your bones are almost meeting directly with the mattress."
Sweet Pie a la Mode served in grandpa Moses's straw hat! That fucking disturbing is what that is. I'm twenty pounds away from becoming an Ecuadorian child you see on those 80 cents a day infomercials. Although that would mean Alex Trebek would show up and talk to me, which would be pretty shitkicking.
So yes, I will be hitting up Ryerson's gym starting next week ad will be bulking up as well. Not so there will be a tremendous change in my physique, but enough so that I will look more well rounded in terms of height vs. weight.
My room is now finished, and it's pretty chill. Seeing Sarah Rose, Brandon, and Paul Monday for coffee. The wife is also good, although I am saddened by the fact I will not make her mother's wedding next weekend due to a trip to Quebec on my part. Sorry dear.
Such is my life right now. Boring, I know, but I enjoy it this way, as opposed to last year when it was full of drafting, and on calls, and cocaine parties at Jim Belushi's house. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|07:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | vindicated | ] |
I saw Morgan Freeman down at Ryerson.
U of T students, did Morgan Freeman visit YOUR campus?
Check. and. Mate. |
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