I don’t care what it did to them, it’s been good to me

Anybody willing to pay me $800 to do something? It could pretty much be anything, I just need to find some cash in the next 10 days. I had been thinking that I would just listen to some early Jay-Z so I could learn to slang those rocks, but really, I would probably be a really bad drug dealer, because I would probably write about it in this damn blog. And use a gratuitous amount of commas. If any of my high school English teachers were dead they would be spinning in their graves.

I’m not too surprised that I failed Mod 3, because the effort really wasn’t there. I have no excuses about it, I just wasn’t in the right frame of mind (and I still don’t think I am). Hopefully by September I’ll be there.

So ya, I need $800 to further my vocation. Perhaps one of the hobos under the 5th street bridge will lend me some of the cash he made over Stampede. Or maybe I can just go to all the places I spent money that week and politely request that they reimburse me for all the good times I had at their establishments. I have a little money saved up right now, but that is tagged for shenanigans down in Florida. Something that is far higher on my list of things to do than spending more time summarizing Handbook sections.

As a complete aside, my favourite song about boxing is Royal Crown Revue’s The Contender. My favourite Pig Destroyer song is Carrion Fairy. My least favourite NOFX song is Liza. According to my iTunes I have listened to the Arcade Fire’s Neighbourhood #3 (Power Out) and New Slang by The Shins 21 times each. The most out of any songs on this computer. I find it surprising that there is no hip-hop on my top 25 most listened.

Enough rambling and on to this week’s moral: Sometimes slacking ends up costing you money.

Remember that.

When there’s nothing left to burn, you must set yourself on fire

This weekend was a spectacular event. From crashing and burning spectacularly on my CASB exam to having a spectacular time in a giant tent listening to a Foo Fighter cover band and hitting on Kirsty’s friends to the point where I’m sure they hate her for bringing us out, it was all golden. I am fairly certain that I had a good time during Stampede, mostly just because of how ridiculous this city gets with the whole thing. I think I can state categorically that guys in cowboy outfits look ridiculous, and girls dressed in cowboy outfits are awesome. Cowboy hats and skirts are one of the deadliest combos around.

I have no idea why more cities don’t give their summer fair thing a theme. I think the Ex would be a thousand times better if it was the Pirate Ex. Get the whole city dressing as privateers and pirates and all the restaurants and bars with treasure chests and parrots and skeletons all over the place and everyone would have a blast. At least I would. Pirates are way cooler than Cowboys. I think pirate hats and bandanas and skirts would be an equally deadly combo. You could have the Decemberists playing everywhere and all types of ill shit. Actually, they should just do that here, because then I would be able to attend without travelling for 6 hours.

This was the most retarded post ever. Whatever. I had a bunch of shit that I was gonna right about, and then I got all sidetracked. It was gonna be real interesting writing too, like how I had green vegetables last night, and I can’t remember the last time I did than. Or how I routinely get my ass kicked in squash by Tim, but I swear it has nothing to do with him being better than me. I also threw my name in the hat to get tickets in our corporate box to the Avril Lavigne show. I think that would be the funniest shit in the world (plus I still think she is hot). I was kind of hoping that I would be able to see Talib Kweli from up there, but I haven’t seen any e-mails going around about that. Or maybe I just totally missed the show.

Things have definitely mellowed out around here lately, now that CASB is out of the way (for a bit at least). As I noted above we are starting to play squash again, and buy groceries. I’m sure that is something that should be a high priority in any case, but I have honestly only bought Gatorade for the past month or so. It is an excellent breakfast food, as well as a great electrolyte-replenisher for those times when your body has used them all up processing the previous night’s festivities.

I apologize to anyone who read this drivel. Although, anyone who reads this is likely to be used to my meandering style.

Peace.

Someone told me I’m just reeking of confidence

Right now I am sitting in an office looking at how beautiful this day is turning out to be and bemoaning the fact that I don’t get to have my face rocked clean off tonight by the sweet sounds of Strung Out, Thrice and Atreyu. I could feasibly make it after work and check out a few bands, but that won’t really be any good for helping me pass CASB. I am not honestly sure what CASB is thinking scheduling a test in the middle of second quarter reviews, Stampede, prime vacation time, and Warped Tour. All I know is that I have no love for the people who did it. None whatsoever.

I will console myself by listening to the playlist I have made up of all the bands I would be watching over the course of the day, and heading down to 8th Ave at lunch to leer at girls, much as I would have done all day at the show.

Peace.

My relationship with reality, it comes and goes

I had an excellent two weeks off. I will not be posting some rundown of the events as I don’t want people to think ill of me. All I think needs to be said is that I contributed very little to society other than lining the pockets of large corporations over the past 20 some days. I am not even certain that dumping money on big business is adding anything to society. It probably isn’t.

One thing I did have over the past few weeks was ample down time to do fun things like assess my position in the world. The only real conclusion I managed to force out was that I would probably hate myself forever if I never took some time to go travelling. Not even travelling really, just living in Scotland. So the only real decision I have now is if I should ride out the rest of this CA gig and get some letters behind my name or just try and save up enough money to jump ship comfortably. Chances are that the timing of the two of these will coincide so hopefully I don’t have to make any real decisions. I hate those.

(As a side note that is probably one of those things I mention that make people slightly uncomfortable, I just had a conversation with my parents and actually told the truth. I can’t remember the last time that has happened. I guess it is not that I lie to them, we just sort of don’t talk about anything. I need to grow up.)

That is almost it for now. The Fjords are coming on August 4th and playing at Broken City. If no one comes with I will still have a first-rate time, but you will hate yourselves for missing such an awesome show. Also, Jon may be in town then. It will be a celebration.

Peace.