DRAGON!

Yesterday was all kinds of awesome... but I don't think I'm going to be putting in my thoughts and feelings about it here. I'm just happy I was able to make it to the conference, it was pretty epic. It just makes sense.

Melissa's parents are pretty awesome. Sad for them though.

And I drove around downtown Toronto without going nuts! Not a big fan of getting around Toronto. However I was never more happy to see the 401 then I was last night after the mess that is the Gardiner expressway. I still think car trips are so much better with company.

It still baffles me that I get along better with people who have children my age, rather than the aforementioned children.

Still have no clue as to what I'm going to be doing about the craziness that is my life. I'm cool with that at the moment :)

I get to see Jay in a few days. I hope there's beer and UFC and complaining about women and super geeking out and maybe a movie or 3. I can't wait.

Some songs just hit me and I'm always going to go nuts. Inspirational head banging get up and move kinda stuff. Kinda like drunk Sammie and Karaoke, but with better music then you can usually find on karaoke lists at at hole in the wall bars. Music is my all and my everything.

However I still have no clue as to why I struggle with learning the guitar. Not counting issues with my now non-existent lessons.

Ran into Darth Frankenstein the other day at the Y, It was pretty cool. I hope we get a chance to swap stories as I'm sure I've got some that will make his jaw drop. We used to have these competitions while bored at BK to see who could one-up the other guy. I think I win this time thought, as this year has been pretty weird as shit.

I didn't mind the Dan Brown books I have read. Overrated sure, but pretty good nontheless. Anywho apprantly I should go pick up Deception Point. Okay!

That's me. I hope it's me otherwise this could get wierd. But if it's not me then who is it? I hope it's not Jay. Hah I win again douchebag!

Words cannot describe the day I had. So they won't.

Well not yet anyways.

That's me

Language lesson time kiddies. Everyone say it with me.

Whilsht. Whist. Whisht.

Spellcheck is not helping. Just get a mouthful of soda crackers and blow and you'll get it. Urban dictionary can't even help me on this one. It's more an attitude than a word, used mostly in early gunpowder times between mischievous, and sometimes criminal, oppressed youth and some of their questionable elders.

And I swear to god Jason if there are any black bits in my porridge I'll fucking kick your ass AND the horse you rode in on. Oh and the same happens if you tell people about our inside jokes that have no meaning except to amuse those of use who understand.

I'm just saying.

Oh and while cleaning I found a bunch of handwritten notes from my first summer up at Stace's cottage. Lashed my soul with whips of fire that did. No idea what the hell is going through her head. Maybe if I move that shit will stop bothering me. Chicks are weird.

I had a pretty interesting day. Apparently with one phone call my boss can get me a transfer to the Niagara Falls Metro. It's only a 10 minute drive from where my parent's new place is. If I wanna be a 25 year old who STILL lives with Mum and Dad. I'm just worried about them working, and they like it when i pay for stuff.

I'm a gentleman and you're a liar. I expect the best of you but it's so hard, but it's so hard. Well not quite but close enough. I ain't no gentleman. Well not today anyways.

I'm easy. I admit it. I put out. Dinner and a movie IS nice though. I like both movies and dinner. And a chick as easy as I am. You definitely didn't wake ME up when you called. But there really is no diplomatic way to say you woke up a girl I nailed last night and she ransomed my phone for oral before I could call you back.

Today was productive. I booked a ride home from the airport, figured out some details about how Saturday is going to go, got a shift covered, got to hang out with Josh, did some job hunting, talked to my boss about a transfer, and helped pack shit up for the move. Tomorrow I'd like to rent a video game and sit on my ass, but it looks like it might be as productive as today was. Damn I might get a reputation.

Graphic novel deal fell though. I'm not really disappointed though, as it was a really neat thing to have happen, and was pretty sure that it wasn't going to happen. Neat though.

I ate too many freezies today as it was fucking hot. How many is too many? 14. So far. It's still hot and I'm still like 3 hours away from going to bed.

That's me. Postcards are fun!

Take life by the horns and fuck it so hard that it won't look you in the eyes at breakfast the next morning.

Yes I will help you carry bags of sod and mulch to your car, we have a wide open gate where you can back your vehicle up and make this a simple process. However, I will not carry it across the parking lot after listening to you and your douche bag wigger friend talk about how gay flower shopping is. We have families and children that wander the garden section looking at all the pretty stuff. I'll bet you guys are the coolest kids at high school. Sorry your mom made you go shopping for her. Go die in a fire. But get that mulch and sod home to your mom first, especially after I carried all that shit for you.

I love you. Fuck off.

Today was busy and hot and sweaty, and apart from 1 or 2 douche bag encounters it was pretty awesome. However it seems I underestimated the slightly overcastedness (it IS TOO a real word) of the day. I still used sunscreen but I got pretty cooked. I look like a lobster. Hmm well not really as lobster don't get as red as I am until they're steamed. But I'm not THAT red. I'm as red as a lobster that was steamed and left under a heat lamp for a few hours in a busy kitchen. Make sense? Thought so.

I don't understand how being proud of yourself somehow means you can insult and oppress others. Hate people because they're assholes, not because they're different from you.

Something Something Darkside is on television. If I wasn't so lazy right now I could just go downstairs and get the uncensored version I got at Christmas.













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That's me. I'm thinking of you naked. You reading this right now, I'm thinking of you naked. YOU.

Bet you wish you stopped reading eh?

If you're into me thinking of you naked, gimme a call.

Chicks only. Unless you have a hot girlfriend you're willing to share.

No touching or eye contact, two high fives will be permitted, one during the "pig roasting" portion and one after we both finish.

I dunno why but I'm kinda miserable today too. Balls. I'm doing that thing where I'm lamenting the lack of company. It might have something to do with being all alone in the house for the weekend. But I also work the next 3 days in a row so that should help. I"m just having a desire to be social but I can't quite pull it off. I tried. But wasn't into it. Balls.

My forest name is Slug.

I liked watching glee the other day. But I get to keep my man card because I got to watch it with a girl. Even if it was mostly my idea. That counts right? I'm just a sucker for any kind of well put together music.

I'm talking to myself again. And not like a word here or there but full on conversations. I'm actually a bit worried since you'd think it would be a habit I'd have broken by now. Today I had a full on conversation with myself about the viability of cheese infused sausages. I think I was overruled. By myself.

So I watched the trailers for the Karate Kid. Jackie Chan Yay. But I think Jackie Chan does Kung Fu, not Karate... I'm actually positive that he does not do Karate. I checked it out. He doesn't. Apparently only in North America is the movie named The Karate Kid, to make money off people thinking it's a remake of the original Karate Kid. I couldn't make this shit up.

So I'm ramping up this eckankar thing. The seminar/conference thingy is pretty much a 90% thing. I'm kinda excited. The stuff I hear just keeps making sense.

If I was in a bear costume, I would not pick a fight with a bear.

So I get to call someone from the cruise line on Tuesday. Fingers crossed. Also, they have mailed out everything for school as of Thursday, so I should be getting a letter by late next week.

That wasn't a question.

That's me. Dog food in shoes. Food for thought. And dogs.

I had a shitty day. I wanna fuck something or shoot something or hit something. I settled for nursing my sprained ankle and plotting. I plotted.

I'd play a Game of Thrones with Jay. We better. In fact I will be sure to demand it. JAY I DEMAND WE PLAY A GAME OF THRONES WHILE I"M IN TBAY. His stupid ass is going to be working while I'm up. Which is fine. Stupid ass and his money making schemes.

I watched an episode of True Blood with Rachie and Trish the other day. I don't know how I feel about it. I remember when I worked at the Indigo it was all housewives buying the Sookie Stackhouse novels and I kinda wrote it off. But at the very least the vampires don't fucking sparkle.

I hate twilight.

Music is my refuge. My inspiration. Having that right song hit the playlist or the radio at just the moment you needed it is fucking magical. Especially when you didn't know you needed it. I live for those moments and if I could bottle exactly how I feel at that moment...

Words cannot describe it. I love it. That's all. I fucking love it.

I also feel the same way about a variety of oddly specific events. Weirdly, sometimes not until after they have happened.

I wish I had some skill at singing. However lack of skill doesn't stop me. Even if a cat in a box of broken glass falling down a flight of burning stairs into a pit wind chimes sounds better than I do.

I'd like to start drinking again.

Mom and Dad sold the house today. I have a month to find a job or I'm stuck gong to Niagara Falls. Not that I wasn't looking for another job and what not. And I'm still waiting to hear from school. I wonder if I might be utterly and completely fucked. But maybe not, I've been looking for a fire to light under my ass, and there's nothing more motivating then "get a new job or move to a place you hate".

That's me. I'd fuck a dragon.

So interesting bit of news today. Somebody liked one of my short stories enough he wants to buy the rights to a graphic novel version. I'm gonna check the guy and his company out, maybe talk to someone in the business about what should and shouldn't happen, but yeah.

Hmm. Neat. I have no idea how I feel about this.

Another random thing that happened. I got a call about 2ish from Melissa on her way into town. I hadn't heard from her in like 2 weeks and didn't see her for another few weeks before that. Awesomely random.

Also brought up the whole conference things in Toronto. I was back and forth on it for a while, and after I decided it could be a good thing to participate in, I didn't talk to Melissa for a while. Lol so it looks like it's a for sure thing.

Also Mum and Dad may have sold the house today. So the countdown is on for a new job so I can move in with Josh and Meg, or go to Niagara Falls with them. I don't wanna go. So yeah I need to find work.

I'm making lots of plans lately. I'm having a big week. I like it. I really really like it.

If a bunch of birds can mae the best out of what they have, then so can I.

I have a quest to find a free MMO that me and Jay and Josh can play provided we can all find a free night. I think it'll happen. I like the idea a lot.

That's me 17 days to Jay and 45 to Liv.

Completely flabbergasted yesterday.

I got an email from Liv. A few months ago that alone would have sent me into an agonizing over analyzed spiral of despair. But today I was pleasantly surprised. I got invited to her wedding! Wow did not see that one coming at all. I chose the baked tortellini over the feta stuffed chicken. I like feta but it's hard to fuck up baked pasta.

Oo and I may get to road trip it and visit Peterborough. That would be pretty sweet. That could be a very awesome week.

I'm trying to think positive about all the socializing and such. In a perfect world I'd have some one to go with. Like a date thing, to keep me on the level. But I might have to bachelor it, which isn't as fun. It won't stop me though, I'm not backing out on this. Spammy doesn't do a whole lot of running away and avoiding anymore.

I'd love to go. Have a good time, talk to strangers, and rekindle old friendships. I think it sounds dandy. I miss her and Eric.

I need more hours or a better job so I can start drinking again.

If you kill him he won't learn anything.

Bitch I'm special!. Yeah. Special ed.

I saw this awesome tattoo on the back of this girls' neck and I really wanted to lick it.

There's not a lot more in life I want to accomplish after I punch a kangaroo in the pouch.

Women may love shoes. It won't stop them from throwing them at you when they're pissed. And they always pick the pointy ones if there's a chance for some shoe throwing.

A lot of the above sounds REALLY bad when I say it out loud. Thank god I blog.

The Power Armor in Fallout tactics is the coolest looking of the whole series. I don't know why people don't like the game, I like it just as much as fallout 2 and slightly less than fallout 3. There stages to the game where the combat changes, but once you figure it out you're good to go. Just because it's not easy (you can't say that about any fallout
game) doesn't mean it sucks.

There's just something about a Power Armored Super Mutant wielding a laser mini gun that warms my heart. And the hearts of everyone around him. With lasers. From the mini gun.

Been listening to a lot of punkyish stuff. Some stuff I'm sure Jay has played for me before but hey, it's still good.

That's me. Bachelor Party? Date for the wedding? Of course if I bring a date there's no chance of nailing a bridesmaid... Food for thought.

You know what's really annoying when you're bored and channel surfing late at night. Seeing that there's a movie on that you've already watched recently. Then you regret watching it the week before because you'd prefer to not be bored now then not be bored last week. Then you're all annoyed for ruining what could have been a good opportunity.

Apparently women love my morning after going out to the bar scratchy low sore throat voice. Chicks are weird. This time I'm not complaining.

Today was my first real shift in the garden centre. I enjoyed very much being outside and getting to wander around pretty flowers. I didn't enjoy not knowing fuck all about the stuff I'm selling. I know just about nothing about flowers. I can lift sod! And decorative rocks! That's all I got. I have to make a flower cheat sheet so I stop embarrassing myself. I can dead head and use a hose, but I have no clue as to what the hell one does with a African violet. Ahh well it's an excuse to wander the Internet and listen to new music. I do happen to be good at learning stuff.

I'm hungry. I shall go procure nourishment.

In case you didn't notice I just took a 20 minute sandwich and juice break. Thought you should know.

I dislike soccer. There's a reason 4 year olds can play soccer. It's easy. It's up there with baseball for me as a sport that can put me to sleep with an ease that is almost magical. I have been getting more and more into the UFC but I fucking hate watching the fights where it's all on the ground with both guys dry humping each other around the ring. Beat the crap outta each other, don't establish primal dominance by rubbing your balls all over another guy's body.

Am I gunna call? Maybe. I should. But little bit of ARRRRGGGGHHHHH involved.

That's me. Jay gots a job! Go Jay!

I cannot sleep. So here I am. Idly wondering what 3:17am here is in Vancouver time.

Resolute is a pretty straightforward dude. All in the name I suppose. He has a goal. He goes for it. Get in his way? Bad idea. Bone poking through the skin kind of bad idea. It makes me wish I had a cause to completely dedicate myself to. Not that it would make life easier, but I think a little direction besides vague goals would be kinda nice. I do like my vague goals however.

I don't have anyone to confide in anymore. I imagine there are those who would listen if I needed to talk. There are people I spend time with but I'm not really close with anyone anymore physically or emotionally.

I do tell the girls pretty much everything. But not everything. And give me a shlushee, a willing ear and some mutual sharing and I'll pretty much spill my guts. But I won't say everything. Drunk Sammie will give out explicit details about his sex and dating life. Like the time he got that chick to squirt, or that lesbian love triangle thing. But even he keeps his mouth shut about things.

I can't say that I'm unhappy with this situation, as I tend to be way too open with people. It's really bitten me in the ass.

I find it funny that the people who should know me the best don't believe the things I've done in the last few months. And you'd think the looks of disbelief and wonder would be motivation to spill my guts, but they kinda aren't.

I've managed to keep my nose clean for the last few weeks, and that has been going very well. It's nice, it really is. But I've been very conscious of the effort it takes. I'm really bad a t just taking things as they are. So I'm just going to go ahead and do that. No more dictates for my life. I've tried it before and I can't seem to make the attitude stick, but it's time to try again.

Iron man 2 was Irontastic. Mantastic? Geektastic? Boobtastic? Mmmm boobs. And now I'm sidetracked. Just go see it. It gives one great hope that not all comic book movies will go the way of the Wolverine movie.

That's me. Boobs :)

Why do animals in the wild eat their young? Is it because baby animals are delicious?

Yes.

Giraffes are messed up.

I'm annoyed because Jay is right. Just don't tell I said that. Seriously. Of course it will be amusing knowing he reads this but has no clue as to what I'm referencing. Heh.

Josh is also right. Forward momentum is important, taking that first step is the hardest but after that you're golden. I also find that true when researching and writing. Not poetry though. Poetry is difficult. I've never had such hardcore writer's block. I did have the neat thought that some day I might turn the stuff into song lyrics. I think that's a neat idea. However that means Stacey has to actually come through for a guitar lesson, it's been like 2 weeks. Annoyed face.

It's always crazy how one phone conversation can change my day.

I love how when that certain song hits the radio or playlist just when you need it. Fucking magical it is.

I cannot tell if the cats are fighting or having sex.

Is two hours too long to plan a penguin heist?

I need more geeky movie time.

Today felt like a day with such potential. Good thing I had that long nap.

I need a switch that makes my bow-tie spin. I also need a bow-tie.

Nobody understands my taste in music. That's fine as I don't really understand it either.

Yes I go clubbing. Why is that weird? I have fun. Plus making an ass out of myself in front of strangers doesn't really bother me. Neither does the getting shot down part. Sometimes I even skip the getting shot down part. You were invited dummy, you just never came out.

Everything's funner when you're drunk with your friends. FUNNER. Hah!

There's no justice like angry mob justice. Probably because angry mobs don't do justice. However I do like the ambiance torches give, there's something special about doing stuff by the light of a fire.

I want to go camping.

I may be picky with women (one of my many faults) but at least I didn't follow around a girl at the mall barking. Was slightly awkward to see. Funnier when her booster juice ended up on his head. Another reason I like to go to Vinyl or the Palace, people watching.

That's me. Dear Lordy I might be kinda normal. Wierd.

Last argument of kings? Why war of course. Some King of France had it inscribed on his cannons. Hard to be wrong when you're standing on the bodies of thousands of your opponents. Or just the body of one loudmouthed fuck.

Just saying.

Went and saw Date Night, rather amusing I thought. Oooo and one of the best car chases I've ever seen! Put a fucking shirt on :)

I find it neat at how Shivers and Monza gradually change into each other. Shivers starts out trying to be "better" than he was. He wants to get away form the killing and warfare and violence he does so well. Monza just wants to kill everyone who fucked her over. But by the end, Shivers is the blood crazy fucker and Monza is the one who wants to do better and create peace. And when they're both on the fence they fuck like rabbits. Heh rabbits.

Wanna know what's mind-rippingly annoying? Spending half an evening writing emails and messages and even though it's been two days getting no response.

I was thinking about an ongoing conversation with Trish and the girlies about how how gender roles have changed in dating. Opening doors, cutesy gifts, flowers all that "traditional" dating stuff. I kinda like doing that kind of stuff. I've just never felt terribly appreciated when I've tried it before. Some days it was expected and demanded, other days it didn't matter. Damned if I couldn't tell which day I was supposed to do it and which I wasn't. I've decided it doesn't matter anymore. I like doing that crap, expected or not. I guess what I'm saying is that I don't care if it's expected (or demanded) I'm just going to do it. Traditional or not, expected or not, I like it so I'm going to do it. Make sense?

Every woman has a friend who is a slut. If you don't, I've got some bad news for you and good news for the next football team that wanders by.

I err tried writing poetry yesterday. Poetry is hard. That's what she said.

That's me. Testicle is a sound.

Goddamn floors. Tricky fuckers keep moving when I try to walk on em. Floors can't be drunk, I was drunk. Didn't stop em from trying to knock me over though.

Yeah, Patty's birthday was pretty gosh darn awesome. The amount of bleary eyed co-workers today was hilarious. I'm pretty sure some of them were still drunk this afternoon. I love the day following a party, putting together how every one's night turned out. Ahh it's been too long.

I'm quite pleased at how good I've been at avoiding chick drama lately. I just have too much stuff going on and that's one thing I usually get caught up into way too much. I must admit though, that it has made things a little boring. Especially since I caught this cute girl I see working cash every once in a while singing along to an Evanescence song on the radio. One of my all time favourite things to do is to make a cute girl blush. Warms my heart it does. But my shit isn't together, so as far as trying to get back on the dating scene, well not a good idea at the moment.

Doesn't mean I wouldn't have like to meet cute redhead or chick from England.

I GOTS A PLANE RIDE TO TBAY. And back of course. I get to see Jay! And possibly move some of his crap around. Not gonna lie, kinda hoping I miss his move. I miss his dumb ass. Plus I wanna see this game of thrones ccg. And get books. And drink beer and talk about ufc. And probably an excellent dinner someplace. And of course some sort of summer blockbuster movie. But even a day or 3 sitting in a basement eating pizza and playing his xbox would be just as good. I would just love some male bonding time. Sammie looking forward to it :)

That's me. You didn't call my bluff. I made you call my bluff. I'm a subtle fucker some days.

I nailed Morrigan, I turned that witch of the wilds into a wild witch. And the post travelling dialogue has been super amazingly awesome.

Is it sad that the main character in a video game I'm playing is better at post-coitus conversations with a one night stand than I am? Rhetorical question, smart ass remarks put you on the top of my list for going to your house and blowing up your car. You have been warned. Ish.

Do I need more practice maybe? That sounds like a fun experiment. However I am actually having a pretty good time NOT getting into that sort of trouble. I have been chick-drama free for a while. Not too shabby. But we'll see how the party on Saturday goes. If there was ever a chance for girl drama it'd be then. Man it's been too long since I had tequila and went out to Vinyl. A long time since I got into any kind of trouble. That's both nice AND sad.

SHLUSHEE WANDERING KICKS SO MUCH ASS IT"S NOT EVEN FUNNY. And we were nice enough to let the staff finish their cigarettes. I'm nice.

I wrote a long ass email today and I liked some of the stuff I put in. So I'm going to include it here:

As for the universe making sense. Well for me it did for about a half hour that afternoon. But that half hour inspired me to have a pretty good day. Some days things just fall into place, most days they don't. I find that people like doing stuff when the time is perfect, but we don't have the ability to wait until the opportunity is perfect. So people end up doing stuff when they can, loving it if the timing is perfect, but not complaining when the timing isn't that great.

As for right and wrong, well that's opening a can of worms. I look at it how life isn't like the books I read. There are no real protagonists and villains. In real life, unlike all my heroic fantasy where it's usually more cut and dried, it's more about perspective than anything else. Right isn't a white knight and wrong isn't and evil sorcerer. It's more about what's right for you at the time. But what may feel right for you may not feel right to the people around you, and what feels wrong to you may feel right for the people around you. It's difficult. All you can do is do the best you can for yourself, sacrifice for the people who love you and sacrifice for you and hope it all works out. It doesn't always work out. But do the best you can.

Pretty good eh? I was on the ball today. And for the sharp eyed fantasy lovers out there, yes there is definitely the shameless inclusion of a Resolute rant. But it seemed fitting.

Yay for Lysee and our action movies watching, frozen pizza with feta eating, ranting, raving, shlushee walking, snail kicking, Mel-bashing, tattoo talking, kitty hunting, mall wandering, pet shop browsing, scenic route driving, couch lounging day.

Fuck work. They asked me to cover a shift and I was pleased. They called later to say that they asked 2 people to cover the same shift and that I shouldn't come in. Fuck work.

No news on the job hunt. Fingers crossed.

That's me. Dead squirrels can really fill up a week.