so this weekend ive sampled some very fine wine.
ive had:
2 bottles of lindemans bin 45 cabernet sauvignon
1 bottle of jackson triggs cabernet sauvignon
and a bottle of wolf blass red label cabernet merlot.
it fucked jesse right up real good. it was kind of funny to watch her rush to the bathroom every 5 minutes to puke.
i saw some people this weekend, which was refreshing. i saw ed, laine, matt, and.. jesse friends. it was a decent night out. the nexxt day i was supposed to go to rock out against cancer, which mr. jerkewick (laine) was supposed to inform me of. haha. instead, we went and saw superbad, which was supernotasgoodaseveryonesaysitis. it was funny here and there but not hilarious.
today we went downtown, i paid for my trip to baltimomre which was a pretty penny but will be worth it in the end. thats it for excitement in my life really.
oh yeah.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
the filing cabnet of life
so, this weekend can be filed under disaster.
after i got home saturday morning off work, i caught the 830 bus, which yes means i had to cab into town $70 and i went out to red arrow and caught a bus to grasslands, so i could go to our lot at north buck lake to help my dad build the guest house. so i went and i had to pay for my ticket, another $70. and when i get there, not sleeping at all on the bus my dad puts me to work to build the truss' so i did three in 4 hours and said finally i have to nap. napped til 3 and then woke up and my dad had finished the rest. so it was time to put them up. we put them up, they were perfectly level which was odd and we put them up no problem. so it was supper time and we had pork chops which i wasnt really a fan of.
sunday morning we had to board up the roof and do some shingling. so we did the boarding first and then had to drive into boyle to pick up the shingles. my dad climbed down first, and then i was going to, but because the roof was angled so stupidly i slipped, feet first going down, no problem. its only 10 feet up i'll land and roll. but as i was sliding down a fucking nail head sliced right through my achillies. and i fell on my side not my feet. so my sock was bloody and my dad drove like 120 to boyle hospital which you'd think was in fort chip or something, it was so redneck there. but i needed immediate surgery so i got helicoptered to edmonton and went into sugery if i wanted any chance of walking normal again. my health care doesnt cover it, a $4000 surgery, out of my dads pocket, which was going towards the guest house siding. soo. i got my surgery, i can hardly walk. and my mom flew down. she brought my laptop so id have something to do. the food here at the university of alberta hospital is great, i had beef dip lastnight. anyways. so fucking. im out of here on thursday, and go to work friday. sweet.
just kidding, i went and saw rush hour 3.
after i got home saturday morning off work, i caught the 830 bus, which yes means i had to cab into town $70 and i went out to red arrow and caught a bus to grasslands, so i could go to our lot at north buck lake to help my dad build the guest house. so i went and i had to pay for my ticket, another $70. and when i get there, not sleeping at all on the bus my dad puts me to work to build the truss' so i did three in 4 hours and said finally i have to nap. napped til 3 and then woke up and my dad had finished the rest. so it was time to put them up. we put them up, they were perfectly level which was odd and we put them up no problem. so it was supper time and we had pork chops which i wasnt really a fan of.
sunday morning we had to board up the roof and do some shingling. so we did the boarding first and then had to drive into boyle to pick up the shingles. my dad climbed down first, and then i was going to, but because the roof was angled so stupidly i slipped, feet first going down, no problem. its only 10 feet up i'll land and roll. but as i was sliding down a fucking nail head sliced right through my achillies. and i fell on my side not my feet. so my sock was bloody and my dad drove like 120 to boyle hospital which you'd think was in fort chip or something, it was so redneck there. but i needed immediate surgery so i got helicoptered to edmonton and went into sugery if i wanted any chance of walking normal again. my health care doesnt cover it, a $4000 surgery, out of my dads pocket, which was going towards the guest house siding. soo. i got my surgery, i can hardly walk. and my mom flew down. she brought my laptop so id have something to do. the food here at the university of alberta hospital is great, i had beef dip lastnight. anyways. so fucking. im out of here on thursday, and go to work friday. sweet.
just kidding, i went and saw rush hour 3.
Friday, August 10, 2007
i used to touch my sisters cat
hey all.
sorry for the lack of updates, but sympathize for a moment.
after staying at jesse's aunts place for a month, it was awesome. cooking food every night, dishwasher, and playing a wii -- we had to relocate to jesse's place. the cat, im going to murder. 'sissy' is walking all over my shit. stepped on my laptop 4 or 5 times, while im on the fucking thing, stepping on the power button. shutting it off..
now i never had a chance to get on the computer because, her desktop is so filled with stupid google applications and shit, that its really slower than mo vaughn. so i rigged up my laptop and such so now i can make a few updates here and there.
im still working on the forest lawn website. and still working on getting people involved. i was talking to casey today, i miss him, and he started his own company 'cm productions' and went entirely by the book and got lawyers and shit. now, if i were to go 100% legit, it'd cost me a few grand.. which i cannot spare. so im hesitant to say that forest lawn might be just a pipe dream. i know i know. its not something i want to do but i'll do it to avoid legal problems and such.. anyways, here is another website teaser. this time showcasing a member of our creative department, lindsey tyree.
work is going okay. i got written up for not being a team player, and this prompted my boss to come on our shift and watch us like hawks. so yesterday i got an email from her saying 'since joining shift, i am very impressed with your work ethic and willingness to help out the new hires'.. and yet i cannot get that write up revoked... see, when one person complains about something, i got written up. and really i work like a slave. so. fuck that shit. tonight is my last night. im excited. ahah she came into work, and our team (me, mark, nalini, sarah) arent very vocal. we focus on our work and do it. then my boss was like "i was working with you guys for 2 hours, and i already wanted to shoot myself in the fucking head" hahah. welcome to my world nikki..
i think im going to go see rush hour 3 the weekend. i want to ssee alot of movies. i got 'color me kubrick' in the mail b ut have yet to watch it. and i have one more package at home waiting for me. im pretty sure its 'the motel'. there are some good directors putting out movies, that im not too excited about. like wes anderson and michel gondrys new movies. HOWEVER, there are good directors putting out what looks to be good movies. werner herzog, PTA, noah baumbach. etc.
i got this fucking wound on my toe. skin ripped off on the bottom of my big toe and now its just out of control - maury povich teenagers out of control. this morning after my shift i looked at it, and the entire bottom of my toe was white and pussing. how hot am i?
i got two trips coming up in september. im pretty pumped. baltimore/washington dc, for the annual 'stop touching my shoulders baseball tour' with neal and josh. we're supposed to hit up the smithsonian too which i hear is amazing. then after that i come home, work for 5 days and then jesse and i goto vancouver for an animal collective concert. im fucking so excited for that.
ive been so sick of music, as you know, and thanks to julia niendorf, i fell back in love with it. daytrotter.com has turned me back on to music that isnt rap. ive downloaded 160 songs from there, and for the last 3 weeks, it was the only thing on my ipod. the ONLY thing. everybody check out 'two gallants'. or else i'll kill you.
bare is going.. well since i buckled down and actually wrote 12 pages, i havnt done anything. i got ahead of myself in the script and wrote a day ahead of the story. so i have to go back and re-evaluate and re-write act two. so. i might post it. i might not. haha. actually, i wont. sorry nigs.
im out.
sorry for the lack of updates, but sympathize for a moment.
after staying at jesse's aunts place for a month, it was awesome. cooking food every night, dishwasher, and playing a wii -- we had to relocate to jesse's place. the cat, im going to murder. 'sissy' is walking all over my shit. stepped on my laptop 4 or 5 times, while im on the fucking thing, stepping on the power button. shutting it off..
now i never had a chance to get on the computer because, her desktop is so filled with stupid google applications and shit, that its really slower than mo vaughn. so i rigged up my laptop and such so now i can make a few updates here and there.
im still working on the forest lawn website. and still working on getting people involved. i was talking to casey today, i miss him, and he started his own company 'cm productions' and went entirely by the book and got lawyers and shit. now, if i were to go 100% legit, it'd cost me a few grand.. which i cannot spare. so im hesitant to say that forest lawn might be just a pipe dream. i know i know. its not something i want to do but i'll do it to avoid legal problems and such.. anyways, here is another website teaser. this time showcasing a member of our creative department, lindsey tyree.
work is going okay. i got written up for not being a team player, and this prompted my boss to come on our shift and watch us like hawks. so yesterday i got an email from her saying 'since joining shift, i am very impressed with your work ethic and willingness to help out the new hires'.. and yet i cannot get that write up revoked... see, when one person complains about something, i got written up. and really i work like a slave. so. fuck that shit. tonight is my last night. im excited. ahah she came into work, and our team (me, mark, nalini, sarah) arent very vocal. we focus on our work and do it. then my boss was like "i was working with you guys for 2 hours, and i already wanted to shoot myself in the fucking head" hahah. welcome to my world nikki..
i think im going to go see rush hour 3 the weekend. i want to ssee alot of movies. i got 'color me kubrick' in the mail b ut have yet to watch it. and i have one more package at home waiting for me. im pretty sure its 'the motel'. there are some good directors putting out movies, that im not too excited about. like wes anderson and michel gondrys new movies. HOWEVER, there are good directors putting out what looks to be good movies. werner herzog, PTA, noah baumbach. etc.
i got this fucking wound on my toe. skin ripped off on the bottom of my big toe and now its just out of control - maury povich teenagers out of control. this morning after my shift i looked at it, and the entire bottom of my toe was white and pussing. how hot am i?
i got two trips coming up in september. im pretty pumped. baltimore/washington dc, for the annual 'stop touching my shoulders baseball tour' with neal and josh. we're supposed to hit up the smithsonian too which i hear is amazing. then after that i come home, work for 5 days and then jesse and i goto vancouver for an animal collective concert. im fucking so excited for that.
ive been so sick of music, as you know, and thanks to julia niendorf, i fell back in love with it. daytrotter.com has turned me back on to music that isnt rap. ive downloaded 160 songs from there, and for the last 3 weeks, it was the only thing on my ipod. the ONLY thing. everybody check out 'two gallants'. or else i'll kill you.
bare is going.. well since i buckled down and actually wrote 12 pages, i havnt done anything. i got ahead of myself in the script and wrote a day ahead of the story. so i have to go back and re-evaluate and re-write act two. so. i might post it. i might not. haha. actually, i wont. sorry nigs.
im out.
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