".....because hes a boy.. clumsy, careless, and moderately retarded"

 

Love it!

ha ha ha...

The other day I had someone ask me. "Where did your obsession with Bob Ross come from? It seems sort of random and out of the blue."

 

It was a whim. I don't really know where it came from, all I know is that I woke up one day in a weird mood and thought about Bob Ross. Things just kind of stemmed from there and I ran with it.....

 

Weekend = awesome fun times!!!

 

I'm lucky enough to have a lot of great people in my life :)

It started out with a quiet movie evening with cupcakes and a good friend. Then followed with an evening spent with some crazy Asians. I felt the need to immerse myself in my culture and see some people I hadn't seen in a while due to conflicting schedules and just the general busyness of life. Business? busyness? Deep Fryer party (where Steph thankfully made grilled veggies and baked Salmon as an alternative) and where Rick and I perfected shrimp Tempura... Drinking at his apartment with everyone, smoking a stogie and getting completely wasted because I was pretty much forced to take shots all night. I think in the end I was up to 13 or so drinks...We stumbled out of his apartment and headed to Granville street where everything pretty much gets blurry. I remember sitting in a booth at a pub (Doolin's apparently from the stamp on my arm) and then the next thing I know Steph and I are outside of Rick's apartment trying to get in with his cell phone. Bits and pieces of her puking in gardens and Ren and his lady helping her... then stealing some girl's shoe in the lobby.... then it all goes black till I somehow ended up back in the apartment wearing a construction workers uniform vest. I remember lying down on the couch at like 6am, and then Steph waking up and then..somehow I magically wake up in Sunny's apartment on the couch with my back aching and sore neck. I make it home in time to shower, eat and somewhat sober up and head out with Brad to Abbotsford to go mini-golfing. Which, as hung over as I was... he beat my ass badly!!! Headed home and then it was time for a quick nap and then ballroom dancing!!!!!

 

Such a good weekend..so many stories... I'll have to tell you later Trav :) Hope you're feeling better!

Iin preparation for her leaving me for a month I spent some time with Kirstie poo... and I also learned something new from hanging out with a couple of gay dudes. Joel and Charlie are adorable together, and hilarious.. and as we sat in Hamburger Mary's eating and drinking our milkshakes, talking, I noticed the small nuances that you find with any adoring couple. So cute together.

 

As we were leaving the waiter said "See You Next Time!"

 

and the doors opened with us spilling onto the street and Joel gasping "I know what he MEANT.."

 

To which I looked around, of course, bewildered.. what the heck?!?

 

C.U.N.T.

 

was explained to me.

I would have never in a million years thought of that... but there you have it.

 

 

 

Every time I hang out with Travis I inevitably fall asleep on him. I think it's because I'm just really comfortable around him..that and the fact that the dude gives off body heat like you wouldn't believe. Talk about human heater!

 

But somewhere last night between sleep and wakefulness I blurted out "they want the yellow ones" or something to that effect..with no idea as to what I was talking about but consciously knowing that I was not yet sleeping.

 

Of course he laughed at me and asked me what I was talking about..but it was an odd feeling. So weird.

 

Oh yeah..I almost forgot. Scott sucks.

:)

 

Scott is scared of my blogs....like a little school girl.

 

I think they make him cry.

I live my life with disregard for the logic of my mind...the grinding gears and ticking of a watch are the only things that quanitfy time to make it tangible. Tragic loss of notions, ideals and the carefree attitude of the free-spirited. They stumble, fall to the ground in a blinding brilliance of shattered glass... the ocean grinds the glass to sand and carries it out to sea. I have spring fever... It used to be that when I felt like I do lately, I'd pack my bags and head off somewhere new and exciting. New people, places, things, culture... Now. I. Feel. Stuck...and lost. It's odd. One thing throws a stick in the spokes of your wheel, hurtling you from your bike. You fly forward and smash your face into the pavement and lie there lifeless...tasting the blood. The thick copper taste rolling over your tongue. The stickiness smeared across your face. The stinging pain of the cut...You bleed. You heal. You pick yourself up and get back on that bike and keep on going... it's funny how things affect us. The skin gets thicker. The heart closes off. The ghosts of the past haunt us on a daily basis.. only to the extent that we let them. Reflection is a wonderful thing, the trick being... not to get caught up in past dealings of what if's. To look back may or may not offer precious insight into what could be.. it can trap us in the what might have been. That is where the danger lies. To constantly be walking forward while looking back.. eventually you will run into something. Fall over a fire hydrant. Walk into a telephone pole or oncoming traffic...