Well last weekend was a pretty good one, with lots of running around and shit.
Thursday Jay and I went out to see the new Batman flick, which was pretty good, I must say. Since I had dinner with friends at 7, we decided on the 9:40 show. The restaurant fucked up my order so I got free dessert. Mint. So Jay told me the damn movie was only an hour and a half long, but it was well over 2 hours. I didn't get home until 12:30 and was dead the next day, as I had to be up at 6 a.m. as usual.
Friday a bunch of us went out for Shannon's birthday downtown, but since stupid Jason fucked up I was dead tired, and home by midnight. We had a good time though, it's just a shame I couldn't stick around and get ruined. Apparently I missed a free beer from Sleeman's too. Fucking Jason...
Saturday I went to Ryan's triathalon down in Guelph. We ran into his roommate Grimwood, and saw lots of sexy men in speedos. It was fucking hot, so I strutted around like a peacock all day with my shirt off, chest puffed out to display my sexy white torso. I ended up with a nice sunburn at the end of it. Ryan came 34th out of 350, which is pretty inferior if you ask me. Mind you, he was sick from my dad's flu, so I guess he has a legit excuse.
From there I took off to London to grab the futon from my stepsister's joint. I stopped in there for a few brews, packed up the truck and took off for the girls' place. Only Steph was home, so we sat around and talked for a bit. Then I grabbed some McD's dinner to infuse my gut with a healthy dose of lips and assholes. I carried on to TO and spend the night at the old man's place.
The next day I was geared up for the concert, and to see Andrea and Geoff. They came by and we headed downtown to meet with Fin and some friends for the concert. It was another hot fuckin day, and naturally the drinks there cost us a fortune.
The show was really good. Fin's buddy Adrian played with The Most Serene Republic, who were surprisingly good. He's actually the lead singer, and he had his quirky Gord Downie-esque body movements going pretty good. They've got a record deal with Broken Social Scene's label, which is awesome. I grabbed the wicked CD by Stars called Set Yourself on Fire. I'd recommend it to anyone who likes quality music. If JoJo and the Backstreet Boys are more your style, I'd suggest you avoid this album like the plague. Seriously. Wouldn't wanna open your eyes to good stuff, heaven forbid.
Metric put on a solid show, the singer-chick was really into it with dancing and shit. And from afar she looked kinda hot. Fin said she's not that great, but he'd nail her for sure. And he's one picky bastard. But honestly their show was high quality. I actually might buy the album, making it the first ever album I'd have with a female lead singer. One thing that spoiled their set was this prick behind me who kept yelling "yeh-eee-yeah" in a really annoying way. He reminded me of this idiot I knew who did that alot. I had a right mind to turn around and kindly ask him to shut the fuck up. But I'm too damn nice to do that. That yell is still stuck in my skull right now, like a parasite. Argh.
BSS was amazing, as usual. Almost Crimes was by far the best song they played, but Andrea and I were left disappointed that we didn't get to hear our favourite songs, being Looks Just Like the Sun and Cause=Time respectively.
The show ended with Modest Mouse, who put on an awesome set. They we really into it, fiercely yelling the lyrics when they needed to be yelled, and keeping it cool when they had to. I grabbed a shirt of theirs form the merch tent. It has a buffalo on it and is green. I'm trying to buy a shirt from every concert I go to, plus it'll add some different colours to my pile of t-shirts. Most of em are blue and black. Very interesting.
All in all it was a day of great musicianship at a great venue (Olympic Island, one of the TO Islands). The ferry was a bit of a bitch, but what can ya do? Keep on rocking, that's what. Speaking of, it looks like I'm going to Live 8 for sure now. I'll rant about that soon. Mind you, Neil Young will be there now. Mint that.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
More to come
I've decided that I have millions of things to say. Literally millions. Noone has more to say than I do. I'll say clever, witty things. I'll point out the best and the worst. I'll rant and I'll make shit up and slip random thoughts into my stories and tales. My mind is just brimming with shit to spew out onto this page.
But I've been far too lazy for far too long, there's no doubt about it. And I have no time at the moment. More will come later. Much more, but all in due time.
But I've been far too lazy for far too long, there's no doubt about it. And I have no time at the moment. More will come later. Much more, but all in due time.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Salt. Salt. Where's the fuckin' salt?
Well this past weekend was the 2nd annual Gabelwood get-together for the Western crew. I think there were about 18 of us that made an appearance, some staying longer than others. This time we stayed for two nights, which meant more boozing than last year.
And despite the crazy rainstorms and heat, it was an awesome time.
But for some reason at the end I felt somehow unfulfilled by the whole thing. It was great to see everyone and hang out, booze, and catch up on stories, but something seemed to be missing. Maybe it was the lack of poker, the fact that I didn't get embarrassingly drunk, or the fact that we didn't all go swimming (ass-naked) again. Who knows. The absence of my lover Party Boy also probably played a factor too.
It also served as a good reminder that summer is going to be over way too soon. It seemed like Mather and Marlee were only there for a few hours and then they were gone. It also sucked that Kate only made a short appearance too. And Ben and PB couldn't even show up at all.
The music, however, was great. Courtesy of Leigh and I, of course. I shoulda put "Keep on Rockin' in the Free World" on that CD dammit.
Not much else to say except for a big thank you to Leigh for her patience and hospitality. Oh, and for the hemp-dealie in the works! I still think yours looked sexier on me though, despite how tight it was.
And despite the crazy rainstorms and heat, it was an awesome time.
But for some reason at the end I felt somehow unfulfilled by the whole thing. It was great to see everyone and hang out, booze, and catch up on stories, but something seemed to be missing. Maybe it was the lack of poker, the fact that I didn't get embarrassingly drunk, or the fact that we didn't all go swimming (ass-naked) again. Who knows. The absence of my lover Party Boy also probably played a factor too.
It also served as a good reminder that summer is going to be over way too soon. It seemed like Mather and Marlee were only there for a few hours and then they were gone. It also sucked that Kate only made a short appearance too. And Ben and PB couldn't even show up at all.
The music, however, was great. Courtesy of Leigh and I, of course. I shoulda put "Keep on Rockin' in the Free World" on that CD dammit.
Not much else to say except for a big thank you to Leigh for her patience and hospitality. Oh, and for the hemp-dealie in the works! I still think yours looked sexier on me though, despite how tight it was.
Monday, June 13, 2005
I'm still waitin' on admission into heaven. So wake my up at quarter past eleven.
Get out of my head! GET OUTTA MY HEAD! - Chris Griffin
Thursday, June 09, 2005
The world needs a few good men. So wake me up at ten.
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Tuesday, June 07, 2005
I don't like sleepin in late. So wake me up at eight.
Just got in from KFC, and it's the first time I've been there in a very long while. The sick feeling in my gut reminds me why I never eat that tripe.
There was a sad scene in the lineup at the place, where I saw two girls who were waiting for their orders. I'm pretty sure they were sisters, one being about 13 and the other maybe 9 or so. The older one had to weigh at least a buck 60, and the young one was over 100 lbs I bet. They had ordered 5 Toonie Tuesday meals, and I had a strange urge to yell at the older one, just tell her to eat something healthy for a change of pace.
It's sad to see anyone overweight in a KFC, and I'm left to wonder where the hell the parents are. Probably sitting in the car, because they're too lazy to go into the store themselves to order up their greasy dinner.
The answer to the "Fat Bastard Vicious Cycle" paradox likely isn't at the bottom of a chicken bucket. If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see (or can't see certain parts of your own body) it only makes sense to change your lifestyle, right? Not to mention how unhealthy the whole situation is.
I can only hope that those girls realize sooner, rather than later, that they are the ones who have to change. Noone else is gonna do it for them.
Anyway, as promised, I'll detail the past weekend down in St. Catherines.
Friday night I picked up Sutton and Arden and we headed down to TO to see my dad, then onto
St. C's. When we got there we left a note for Thompson, Cerswell, and Devreede at their place, then stacked a ton of shit in front of their door. Cerswell later said that he thought they'd been broken into. Mint that.
We then went to my bro's place, got our shit settled, and went out to a late dinner. After that we hit the casino in Niagara with a bunch of people. We all pretty well broke even, but I lost $3.50. I told my bro that I lost "three fifty" in a very non-chalant way, and this little Asian dude looked kinda shocked.
There were some shady fuckin characters at that place, let me tell you. One dude looked like he had chopped his own hair with scissors, as some chunks were 6 inches long, and some were about an inch. He was also really shaky and stuff. There was also Colonel Sanders, looking like he had gone past his expiry date. And the Asian guy with the crazy eyebrows was funny too. Lots of people in there looked miserable and addicted. Another sad situation.
We all just went home and crashed pretty much. The next day Ryan, Arden and I went to Buffalo to see this guy about resizing my golf clubs. It took forever to get into the States, and we did our best to avoid getting in a line behind any cars with brown-skinned drivers. It sounds like an asshole thing to say, but I'm serious. We had a schedule to keep, and we al know how dangerous all Middle Eastern people are, right? Fucking paranoia...
So we finally got up to the customs dude, and Ryan got all fucking stuttery and nervous. He explained that we were driving our "step-father's" car, and visiting our "step-mother's" friend. No wonder the guy got confused, and felt the need to check out our trunk and my clubs. Ryan actually acted like we were up to something. Had I been driving I would've probably scratched my ass when the guy was asking me questions. All cool and shit.
Anyway, we got the club thing done, then grabbed a few things at the Old Navy outlet. When we got home we tapped the keg and started to booze. It was a night of legendary drunkenness, the most hammered alot of us had been in quite some time. Unfortunately I couldn't get ahold of Party Boy to join us.
The keg ran out at about 8, so we had to get a mini-keg to fill the void in our guts. We polished that off too, and a few of us hit the Arms for karaoke, while most went down to Port. We won a rabbit after singing about 10 songs, and then they booted us outta the bar. We went home and drank more though. I passed out with a beer-in-hand a few times, only to awaken and drink more. Somehow I made it to bed on my own, and I have no clue what anyone else did.
Angela had a rough night and and even rougher hangover on Sunday, which was too bad. On the plus side, I did get to hit on her for a bit while Ryan was running around drunk, and Ang was still feeling okay.
All of us boys woke up and talked about controversial shit as we sat around in our own stink in the dank basement. We were all hungover as shit, and felt ten times better once we got out of the dungeon and got some food in us.
The rest of Sunday consisted of the whole 1 York Hall Of Fame (minus that finto Attard) chillin at Deuce Dale's pool. We played some sweet wall-ball and ate many freezies. A few of us got sunburns (namely Arden) and a few flashed off some disgustingly white bodies (namely Vintage). It was the perfect way to recover from the night before.
Then Ryan, Arden, Sutton and I went to TO for an awesome dinner that my dad and step-mom made for us. We 3 Barrie-folk then headed home for good.
I can tell from the last month that this will likely be the mintest summer ever. Comparable to Bryan Adams' Summer of 69. These are the mintest days of our lives. Arden wants to go down every weekend now. It's a shame that's not a practical idea, otherwise we'd probably do it.
So that was a great time, and I can't wait for Gabelwood this weekend. I hope it tops the St. C's trip.
There was a sad scene in the lineup at the place, where I saw two girls who were waiting for their orders. I'm pretty sure they were sisters, one being about 13 and the other maybe 9 or so. The older one had to weigh at least a buck 60, and the young one was over 100 lbs I bet. They had ordered 5 Toonie Tuesday meals, and I had a strange urge to yell at the older one, just tell her to eat something healthy for a change of pace.
It's sad to see anyone overweight in a KFC, and I'm left to wonder where the hell the parents are. Probably sitting in the car, because they're too lazy to go into the store themselves to order up their greasy dinner.
The answer to the "Fat Bastard Vicious Cycle" paradox likely isn't at the bottom of a chicken bucket. If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see (or can't see certain parts of your own body) it only makes sense to change your lifestyle, right? Not to mention how unhealthy the whole situation is.
I can only hope that those girls realize sooner, rather than later, that they are the ones who have to change. Noone else is gonna do it for them.
Anyway, as promised, I'll detail the past weekend down in St. Catherines.
Friday night I picked up Sutton and Arden and we headed down to TO to see my dad, then onto
St. C's. When we got there we left a note for Thompson, Cerswell, and Devreede at their place, then stacked a ton of shit in front of their door. Cerswell later said that he thought they'd been broken into. Mint that.
We then went to my bro's place, got our shit settled, and went out to a late dinner. After that we hit the casino in Niagara with a bunch of people. We all pretty well broke even, but I lost $3.50. I told my bro that I lost "three fifty" in a very non-chalant way, and this little Asian dude looked kinda shocked.
There were some shady fuckin characters at that place, let me tell you. One dude looked like he had chopped his own hair with scissors, as some chunks were 6 inches long, and some were about an inch. He was also really shaky and stuff. There was also Colonel Sanders, looking like he had gone past his expiry date. And the Asian guy with the crazy eyebrows was funny too. Lots of people in there looked miserable and addicted. Another sad situation.
We all just went home and crashed pretty much. The next day Ryan, Arden and I went to Buffalo to see this guy about resizing my golf clubs. It took forever to get into the States, and we did our best to avoid getting in a line behind any cars with brown-skinned drivers. It sounds like an asshole thing to say, but I'm serious. We had a schedule to keep, and we al know how dangerous all Middle Eastern people are, right? Fucking paranoia...
So we finally got up to the customs dude, and Ryan got all fucking stuttery and nervous. He explained that we were driving our "step-father's" car, and visiting our "step-mother's" friend. No wonder the guy got confused, and felt the need to check out our trunk and my clubs. Ryan actually acted like we were up to something. Had I been driving I would've probably scratched my ass when the guy was asking me questions. All cool and shit.
Anyway, we got the club thing done, then grabbed a few things at the Old Navy outlet. When we got home we tapped the keg and started to booze. It was a night of legendary drunkenness, the most hammered alot of us had been in quite some time. Unfortunately I couldn't get ahold of Party Boy to join us.
The keg ran out at about 8, so we had to get a mini-keg to fill the void in our guts. We polished that off too, and a few of us hit the Arms for karaoke, while most went down to Port. We won a rabbit after singing about 10 songs, and then they booted us outta the bar. We went home and drank more though. I passed out with a beer-in-hand a few times, only to awaken and drink more. Somehow I made it to bed on my own, and I have no clue what anyone else did.
Angela had a rough night and and even rougher hangover on Sunday, which was too bad. On the plus side, I did get to hit on her for a bit while Ryan was running around drunk, and Ang was still feeling okay.
All of us boys woke up and talked about controversial shit as we sat around in our own stink in the dank basement. We were all hungover as shit, and felt ten times better once we got out of the dungeon and got some food in us.
The rest of Sunday consisted of the whole 1 York Hall Of Fame (minus that finto Attard) chillin at Deuce Dale's pool. We played some sweet wall-ball and ate many freezies. A few of us got sunburns (namely Arden) and a few flashed off some disgustingly white bodies (namely Vintage). It was the perfect way to recover from the night before.
Then Ryan, Arden, Sutton and I went to TO for an awesome dinner that my dad and step-mom made for us. We 3 Barrie-folk then headed home for good.
I can tell from the last month that this will likely be the mintest summer ever. Comparable to Bryan Adams' Summer of 69. These are the mintest days of our lives. Arden wants to go down every weekend now. It's a shame that's not a practical idea, otherwise we'd probably do it.
So that was a great time, and I can't wait for Gabelwood this weekend. I hope it tops the St. C's trip.
Monday, June 06, 2005
I'm waitin on admission into heaven. So wake me up at seven.
Haven't had much free time on my hands lately, hence the lack of posts. Last week I worked something like 58 hours, so naturally I was tired as hell every night. One day I worked from 7 a.m. until 9 p.m. That was a shitty day, but in the end the money is gonna be sweet as hell. I just hope I don't squander all my cash like I did last summer.
Tonight I spent alot of time wrapping my head around the whole Gabelwood set-up, as well as organizing records, so I don't have time to say alot right now.
We did have an awesome weekend down in St. Kitt's though, but I'll have to write about that later. Topics of discussion these past few days included: "Stonings", "Christopher Reeves", "Re-sodding grass", "Rating scales for females" and the word "Mint". What a fucking mint weekend it was.
Lately I've been wondering if Ziggy Startdust is supposed to be based on Jimi Hendrix. He played his left hand... and took it all too far... but boy could that fucker play guitar.
Tonight I spent alot of time wrapping my head around the whole Gabelwood set-up, as well as organizing records, so I don't have time to say alot right now.
We did have an awesome weekend down in St. Kitt's though, but I'll have to write about that later. Topics of discussion these past few days included: "Stonings", "Christopher Reeves", "Re-sodding grass", "Rating scales for females" and the word "Mint". What a fucking mint weekend it was.
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