A Tall Kid Named Art Throws Baseballs Really Fast

Under Blogs I read there is a link to a blog called Robert's Journal. Now, I don't know what the deal with it is, whether Robert is like 6 years old, foreign, mentally challenged or what, but that is some damn brilliant writing right there!

Punk Rock House with a Punk Rock Smell

I'm a bit annoyed as I wanted to go shopping for a bit on a gift certificate I had. I'm annoyed because I can't find the damn thing. I'm pretty sure I put it somewhere thinking I was doing myself a favor, but now I can't find it because I am an idiot who can't accept that I do better within domestic chaos. Serves me right, that'll learn me to try and be neat and tidy. Seriously though, this fucking house makes a frat house look like Martha Stewart lives in it.

Open your Mouth and Close your Eyes...

They say that the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Well, I don't know about that, but my cookies are pretty much guaranteed to make a quick exit via your ass.

Something had Jammed, Something had Overheated

I'm going to lose my freakin' mind, my brain is going to explode if they don't hurry up and finish the damn condos they are working on next door, there is this beeping sound that keeps hurting my brain and this buzzing sound that goes off every 5 minutes like clockwork and makes me want to get a pellet gun and start targeting construction ass.

I want some fucking pizza, is that so much to ask for?

we ain't got no money honey, but we got rain

Yes more rain. I don't mind though. What I do mind is the fact that blogger doesn't seem to work very smoothly these days, and I am not patient enough to sit around trying to post over and over again. I am going to do absofuckenlutely nothing today, simply because I can. I might post something with actual content later too.

Not such a Lost Weekend

So yes, I cheated and smoked this weekend, however I don't have any now, so it's not indicative of utter failure. I basically just stayed at my boyfriend's place this weekend and took a brain vacation. My allergies are acting up, but other than that, I feel much better. My new job is now going to interfere with our trip plans, we've had to cut down the time we will be gone to the point where one of our destinations (the main one in fact) has been eliminated.

Don't ever bother watching a movie called Blood Freak. It sounded good in premise but we couldn't even get through half of it. You would have thought it would be good given that I found this about it: "The World's Only Turkey-Monster-Anti-Drug-Pro-Jesus-Gore Film about a rampaging turkey man on a marijuana high!"

Oh, and the sex was particularly hot this weekend.

Rainy Days and Thursdays don't really get me down

I want to be anonymous, I want to be famous, I want to be loved, I want to be alone.

I guess mostly I don't want to have to explain myself, to anyone, for any reason. Is that so unreasonable?

Grr

I'm feeling cranky today. I'm tired and I can't stop sneezing and my eyes itch and I'm hungry and poor and thirsty too and there's too much laundry to be done and the dishes have been in the sink for days and my carpet is disgusting (why the hell don't I have hardwood) and it looks like it might rain which I might actually like and I woke up too early because the construction guys next door start being loud at 7:30 am and I have articles to write but I'm going back to bed.

Naughty but Nice

Every now and then, I have to pull out the remnants of who I used to be and try them on for size.

This Lost Boy is really a Goonie

Click The Pic
As the less cute half of the infamous 80's double Cory duo, poor Cory Feldman went the route of many a poor eighties child star (actually I guess his compadre Mr. Haim didn't fare so well either, though I did see him on one of my favorite shows, Big Wolf on Campus, oh that Merton, but we'll save that story for another day) and tried to branch off into other areas of entertainment before imploding on a buffet of drugs, booze and ego. Click on that pic. Be ready to see something that not even the fact it's Halloween in the clip makes up for. Sorry Cor, but you brought it on yourself.

Everything I needed to know about men, I learned from Archie

I can sum it up simply. Look like Veronica, but act like Betty. Unless you live in California. I think it's de rigeur to look like Betty and act like Veronica there.
I think this is one case where Gentlemen don't prefer blondes. And if they do, well, who the hell wants a Gentleman anyway?

Porn is everywhere

On my table today: Totally Juicy, Kwik Off and a pamphlet that says Shake and Score! Unfortunately these would actually be skin cleanser, nail polish remover and the rules to Yahtzee.

My bookcase has two personalities. At first glance, you'll see Bukowski, a couple of Nick Hornbys, Augusten Burroughs, a few non-fiction titles about stripping and poverty. BEHIND these titles is where I stash the stuff I read that might make me look stupid. Us Magazine, my Archie comics, and some dirty dollar store purchases. It looks like somebody stole my copy of My Hot Talk, Confessions of a Phone Mistress.

Gay is the new Black

I have to tell you, there are some pretty cool benefits to having gay male friends. Before you make a judgment call about me and assume I am one of those girls who seeks out gay men to befriend strictly because they are gay, I need to tell you that most of the gay men I am friends with I have known since long before they openly identified as gay. O.K. then.

The top 5 benefits

1. You can trash or crush on guys together. Gay guys understand why I watch Desperado for Antonio rather than the action or fantasize about Johnny Gage on Emergency! because of the uniform.

2. You can enjoy porn together without feeling awkward. There's a big difference to me in watching two guys on pretty level footing get it on and watching some coked up girl take cum shots in the face for 10 minutes while being called every low life name in the book. Yes, I know all porn isn't like that, but I also know that those "produced by women for women" porns aren't exactly big hits with the guys, and a little sexual debasement seems to steam up most average men. (I had to come back and make this one edit, because I'm honest and well, ok. I made a judgment call on men and it felt like a lie. When I watch straight porn, I download Rocco, and yeah, he's pretty much the king of dirty mean sex movies. But I watch it alone. So there.)

3. *I can ask them how I look in something, and not only will they tell me the truth, they actually know what I'm talking about and why I'm asking! (o.k. I threw this one in for other people. I don't usually care what I look like and when I do, I'm a pretty good judge of what I see in the mirror.) *way to promote stereotypes. Yeah but is it a stereotype if it's true?

4. Sex tips. Like asking a girlfriend only better, cause well, they're guys and they know firsthand!

5. If you are single, you can enjoy a night out on the town, with male companionship, without being hit on in the most absurd ways.

Straight men should be more open to their girlfriends having gay male friends. It takes a lot of burden off of you, meaning you can let another guy listen to her "girl type shit" without worrying that he wants to get all up in it.

Things are Cool again?

Tom called me today. We talked. I guess things are cool again. I'm not much of a drama queen these days, at least not where relationships are concerned. I'm willing to be logical about things in the face of rational conversation. So it looks like our trip is still on, and I think he apologized to me, at least in the only way he seems to know how.

Slurring, Tripping and Refusing to Leave

O.K. so we had our little get together last night. Nothing terribly outrageous happened and nobody ended up adorned in one of my dresses or ancient club getups which is unusual. It was almost like a "grown-up" party!

Me before it got going. Why do I always manage to look snotty and naked in my photos?

I promised Darrin I wouldn't post this. He thinks he looks fey. But my hat made the rounds and hey, I think he must have known I'd post it anyway. Don't be mad.

Glenn and Oksana. There's that damn hat again, clashing badly with her top.

Trevor and Dan. Things were still in control at this point, although Trevor is starting to look a little vacant.

Yeah, we do it up classy here.

If you get so drunk you cannot be understood anymore, dance provocatively to the theme from Blossom, and need to be held up by your belt, you are going to get the photographic evidence posted here. Sorry, no mercy, Trevor. He looks like he smells something bad, but I think in reality he's just trying to figure out where he is.

It took about 15 min to get Trevor out the door at 4 am. It might have been annoying if it were not so damn funny. We could not understand a single word he was saying, as he swayed around in front of all of us trying to explain why the night should not end. I still don't know what the reasons were, but Dan finally got him to go home. I'm tired. Back to bed for a little nap.

Here Come the Boys

I was reading a magazine and it quoted some guy as saying "We take comments about sex too personally. Unless you say we're amazing, we think you're calling us inadequate". Uh, DUH! YOU ARE! Hey! You young guys? You under 30's! You need to get better at sex. Seriously. Don't blame us girls for taking too long, blame yourself for not being in control of your own sexuality and being able to hold off properly. It's sad and unnerving to have some guy humping on you for all of 3 minutes like a 15 year old virgin having his first encounter. It's not a race. There's no prize at the end except for your orgasm, and if you don't get better at it, you'll run out of people to use to get that prize.

Nothing is more unattractive than a sexually selfish man. If I suck you off, consider it a favor, because sometimes, it's not really that appealing or fun (lots of men don't seem to understand the importance of hygiene). Rolling over tired and unwilling to take care of me because you already got yours? Big negative, pretty much makes me want to lose your tired and immature ass.

Men like this don't really like women I guess. There sure are a lot of them around. Get over yourselves.

Dancing, Drinking, Drama

So tonight I have the send off party for Glenn. It's a good thing in a way that Tom is no longer invited, since honestly, he's a bit of a homophobe (clearly the wrong guy for me!) even though he liked to pretend he was open minded. I don't think open minded has anything to do with it. It's not the same as being open minded because someone likes to shit on people during sex, or wear diapers over their suit for gods sake. So it's something I will never understand, but I can tell you that I am NOT open minded to people who have an issue with my gay friends.

Anyway, I've been thinking that I will take the trip I had planned with Tom alone after all. I'm sure it will be a better time, since I won't have to put up with anybody's moods but my own, and I do have my own vehicle. I think it might make for a nice "head straightening" getaway actually.

Perhaps we will do some posting from the party tonight, pictures and all. I'm sure something crazy will happen!

Thinking Can Be Hazardous to Your Health

The boyfriend and I broke up tonight (don't worry this won't be a sob story post, because it's not a sob story), and I think I feel relief. No offense to him as a person, but he was being moodier than a woman with the worst PMS and I really could not take it. He seems to be one of those guys who gets all angsty and then once it's annoyed you to the point where you say even the slightest thing, it becomes your fault. I think he thinks I'm all wounded, I think insulted is more what I feel since I really am very laid back about things these days, and I don't think I'm all that hard to deal with.

It's ironic in that he seemed to think I had these grand plans around him, and really I didn't. I've learned enough in my life so far to know better than to look too far ahead. Yeah I liked him, I liked hanging out, I was nice and loving towards him, that's normal I think.
Maybe I really shouldn't be with anybody in any real way, because I don't want to start second guessing things all the time. I don't want to censor my feelings if anything significant seems to be developing (or not), and I don't like the expectations that seem to come with relationships, although I am willing to work with it if the situation seems worthwhile.

I got the photography job I applied to by the way! Hooray!

Ooh Ooh That Smell

Something smells downright funky. You'd think since I'm planning a fabuloso party for tomorrow night I'd be more concerned about the source of that odor than I am. However, I am also far too lazy to do any cleaning up for said event until the very last minute. I like to have theme parties, but can't settle on one this time, so I'm thinking the theme will be a free for all, a "dress from your favorite decade" type thing. Having said that, I'd like to wear the little outfit shown above, hairstyle, hat and all. Hell, it's so NOT me, and I'd like to feel all cute and summery just once.

First Time High

I guess the first time I ever got high I must have been 12 - 13. I was at my best friend Wendy's house. Wendy was appealing because she was tall, thin, pretty and from Yuma, Arizona. Being from the States was just as exotic and foreign as being from Morocco or China in our pre pubescent minds, and to be her friend was to secure your place as someone who would grow to be cool, a leader by the time you hit cycle 2 (cycle 1 was grades 7-8, cycle 2 was 9-11 for all you non-Quebecers).

Wendy had this really young mother. Now at the time, I never thought about it much, in fact all I can remember is knowing how old she was, not making a judgment call or calculating how old she had been when she gave birth. Looking back, I would guess that she had to be 16 tops when Wendy was born. I remember thinking she was a "nice mom", meaning she didn't interfere with us, rented us restricted betamax movies, and sometimes let Wendy drive us around the neighborhood in the Jimmy.

She also introduced us to pot, and in a sense an understanding of men.

We had been sitting around in Wendy's room goofing off, talking about which of the 5 or so boys we crushed on regularly were our favorites that day, when Wendy's mom came to the door. She was there for all of about a minute, offering us a joint with the instruction "smoke this if you want" and a Playboy magazine with the advice "this is pretty much what men are about".

I don't remember getting high although we did smoke the joint (I'm betting we just did not know we should inhale), and we giggled as we flipped through the magazine, but the fact that this event is still to this day so clearly in my mind makes me wonder how much it really affected my view on the world. I've always loved men, but also always had a vague mistrust of their attentions. I've spent time worrying how my looks might attract men, and then resenting it when they do. I've dated passive non-confrontational men (even married one) and then wished I had something different. But can you trace adult behavior back to a single childhood event like that?

Fame Ain't All That

So if I ever become famous, this is the type of photograph the tabloids would be dying to get their hands on. Cigarette in mouth, half crocked facial expression, clearly drunk and reeking of martinis (even though in reality I'm rather dry here). Funny thing is, I think I'd probably stage and send them more fodder than they could print.

Christ, my hair grows fast.

A Tale of Two Cheaters

*not an actual photo of Glenn and myself conducting surveillance, unfortunately

I think one of the strangest ways I ever met a new friend was as follows.

It must have been grade 11, although it might have been grade 12. I had had a crush on this guy Steve for months. He was very intellectual, had the dark looks that drove me crazy, and knew a lot about music that most people had never heard of. Heady stuff for my 17 year old mind. Anyway, he had finally noticed me, and thus began a passionate affair. He lived out in the country, coincidentally down the road from the stable where I took riding lessons. As a result, he would come to pick me up after my class. We would go back to his place where I would of course shower (at this point, showering together never crossed our minds, even though his parents were rarely home), always feeling vaguely naughty and risque at the idea of showering in a guy's house!

Anyway, we used to go down to this crawlspace he had turned into a sort of crazy teenage hideaway... replete with his highschool artwork, stereo and wall to wall pillows. I was smitten and engaged in all sorts of heavy petting (and eventually more). Let's cut to the chase. It seems that after a couple of months, this particular fellow developed an interest in the library. He seemed to be studying all the time, especially on weekends. Soon, he was no longer picking me up from my riding lessons. Eventually, I became suspicious.

I had noticed that he had been hanging around this one guy, Richard, quite a bit. I really never thought much about it. Well, one day I met Richard's boyfriend, Glenn. Seems Richard had also become a bit of a bibliophile.

To make a long and angsty story short, Steve was dumped, Richard was dumped (both would make the odd return appearance, but never to much fanfare) and Glenn and I became fast friends and are to this day.

My friend's who know my past like to say I turned a few men gay. I like to think that I was just fabulous enough to make them question their orientation for awhile. Oh and Steve? Turns out he wasn't gay, at least not in any official way. It was kind of cool in the 80's to be mysterious about your sexuality, and like most other things, was a bandwagon Steve promptly hopped onto.

I guess this story came to mind because Glenn is here for less than 2 more weeks and then will return to Korea to continue teaching. I always feel a bit sad when he comes back (he's been gone for years), because so much time passes between visits. I am planning a big blowout for him Saturday though, and it should be a great time.

Canadian, Eh?

I was reading some stupid list on a blog, and a couple of the Americans there stated that their most hated accent was "Canadian". O.K. here's a little education for you. In Canada, much like in the U.S. there are many different regions with MANY different accents. For example, that stereotypical accent that gets used to represent Canadians in American movies? I've never heard it more than a couple of times out on the East Coast.

Think of it this way. It's kind of like thinking that all Americans say Y'all or Huh. I'm pretty sure they don't, EH?

*money shown here is NOT real Canadian money. If you have accepted this currency in exchange for goods and services outside a Canadian Tire store, you have been had!

Public Sadness Makes Me Angry

This new little "next blog" button placed at the top of the blogs has made it very easy to randomly visit other people's sites. What I've noticed though, is how damn depressing the majority of them are. I swear easily 4 out of every 5 blogs I visit this way are about being dumped, being alone, fighting with a boy/girlfriend, being depressed, being sad, hating someone or feeling lost.

So now I'm wondering, is blogging just a natural way for people in these states to express themselves? I'm thinking maybe it's an easy way to not feel alone without actually having to spend time with anybody in person.

It's also kind of made me think that this is sort of a waste of time for me. I don't think I offer much that is of benefit to anyone who might randomly arrive here. My friends already know about anything I might post here. I haven't written anything clever or sarcastic that particularly stands out in a long time, haven't had any good stories to tell, hell, my posts are even starting to bore me. I suppose I do have lots of stories to tell. It would be an odd change of direction for me to suddenly start telling them here, but maybe that's what this needs.

I'll try not to write about the sorrow of failed relationships and loneliness. There is certainly enough of that out there already, and to be honest, I'm too cynical to actually be able to write about it without sounding like a thoroughly ignorant bitch.

Poop Poop De Doo

something has disagreed with my stomach in a big way. As a result, I expect the bathroom and I will become very intimate before dawn breaks.

Truckin'

Our trip is getting closer and I'm really getting excited about it. Tom has been working on his truck, and supposedly we will be able to sleep very comfortably in the back on the way down when he is finished. I haven't seen what he has done so far, but I have faith that it will all be as he says. Interesting. I don't have faith in the bible, but I have faith in a truck overhaul. Guess the truck overhaul just seems far more likely.

Probably will go to sleep early tonight, been feeling a little ill the past few days. We're planning to go to an outdoor concert tomorrow night, and I'd like to be semi alive for that. I've finished the first ten articles I needed to get done, and it was extremely easy work. I like my life today!

A Pointless Post

Life will be grand? I actually wrote that in the post below? Who the hell talks like that? It sounds like I'm about to break into a Broadway tune.

The interview went great, and I'm about 99% sure I have the photography job. It seems that in the past little while, everything has really started to come together.

O.K. I'm done. I just really couldn't leave the "Life will be grand" comment uncommented on, because frankly, it made me sound like a pompous ass.

Babbling and Writing

I'm really happy today. One of the freelance jobs I was interested in is a done deal. I will be writing articles for various websites and I am thrilled! I wish I had done this sooner, it would have saved me a lot of irritation working in an office environment 40 hours a week! Working from home is the best.

I'm off to the photography interview, wish me luck. If I can land that one, and a couple more freelance jobs, life will be grand!

Who's Cuckoo?

Is blogging a sign of instability? A desire to be noticed? Genius? Stupidity? Vanity? Depression? Some twisted combination of all of the above?

Err... Blogger seems to have made some changes to their service that fucks up the appearance of my blog. Lovely. I suppose I should come up with a better looking design anyway, like I have time for that. Actually, I suppose I do. Maybe tomorrow.

I have swallowed about 6 tylenol extra strengths and am now having a coffee. Miraculously, the headache is FINALLY going away. What a relief.

I keep having these dreams that take place at high school. They are always very confrontational, and populated with a cast of people I haven't thought about in forever, as well as a few current friends and acquaintances. I seem to go through these 3-5 year cycles where I am compelled to track down old friends I have lost touch with. The thing is, I AM a shitty friend in that we inevitably lose touch again within 4 months due to the fact that I don't keep up with the contact. I have exactly 2 friends that are from teenage days (and 1 lives in Korea, so I rarely see him), 0 friends from childhood days, and a smattering of friends from the last 5 years or so. I'm not really very sentimental I guess, having moved so many times as a child that it is not surprising I have no real long term associations.

It's cool though. I tend to be a tad anti-social, hate small talk, and find most people annoying. I realize that probably says more about me than any of the people I find annoying, but so what. I suppose I can say that at least this way I end up with friends who are real, and worth having around.

I've had the same headache for nearly a week. Maybe it's a tumor! Not that that would be funny I suppose, but it's really annoying. I guess I'm feeling sorry for myself. I hope Tom will come over and take care of me.

I have 3 interviews this week. I've gone from nothing, to having trouble fitting in appointments. I can't complain about that though. I think I'm a little lost when I don't have anything to complain about.

I'll write later. It hurts to look at the screen.

So... I am interviewing on Tuesday for a job as a School Photographer. For some reason the idea of this strikes me as rather humorous. I'm also trying to pick up a couple of freelance jobs, just for some extra cash, and have two prospects lined up, so I'm feeling really positive.

I have a pounding headache today, so I don't think this post will be very long. I was going to practice guitar, but I really just feel like napping. We were up pretty late last night, and then up early this morning, so I'm beat.

Just got back from my friend Glenn's place. Tom and I drove up earlier this afternoon. Glenn leaves for Korea in 2 weeks, so it was good to get up there again. Got totally cremated at Trivial Pursuit by Tom, with Glenn a close second. That sucked, I'm usually pretty good at that game. Should have gotten a shot with Tom in it, but someone had to take the pic.

Glenn gave us some huge speakers which was nice. Tom is out with his mother now for dinner so I'm making Hamburger Helper. Pretty damn ghetto, but I'm too lazy to put an effort into it. Not feeling very inspired to write here, because although I had a good day, it's not really interesting to anyone but those who were there. See ya later.

I think it is safe to say that I am a big loser. I am the only profile that comes up on Blogger with Chairman of the Board as a favorite movie.

Here's a question for you. Why do so many girls play Bass? Is it an easy instrument that gets you rocking quickly? It seems like the one instrument that chicks get into. I find it kind of boring, I mean unless you're Jaco Pastorius, it seems like you really aren't doing much. I know, I'm probably making an erroneous assumption, but I'd much rather rock out on guitar or pound the shit out of the drums. Having said that, I have a guitar that has been leaning against my wall for about 18 months. I can play "Oh Sinner Man" which involves a whole three strings. Maybe I should get a Bass.

Tom stayed over last night but now has gone off to work, so I've been up since 7:30.

I started thinking about high school for some reason, and how everything that happened had SO MUCH dramatic importance. I can remember in particular sometime in grade 11, when my friend Debbie and I were each fooling around with the other's boyfriend, neither one of us knowing that the other was doing the same. It's too bad we could not have just swapped, that might have removed the stigma of being bad girls, but then I wonder if it would have been nearly so fun. Once I started thinking about that, I started trying to pinpoint the moment in my life when all that drama stopped being the end all be all. I can't quite place it. I mean seriously, in my own head, I don't feel that much different than I did at 16. Sure, I have bills to pay, and mom doesn't buy the groceries and feed me; I have responsibilities I could not even have imagined at 16, but the thing is, I just feel like a 16 year old who happens to have to do things for herself. I guess as a teenager, I always expected there would be this magical moment that happened, presumably between the ages of 18 and 21, where everything including my thought processes became adult. I catch myself saying and doing things and think "I really can't see my mother being interested in/saying/doing this at 36", and then wonder why it even matters. I suppose some people would call it immaturity. I don't see it that way though. I am very capable of being mature when needed, I just don't like, no let's change that to I just refuse to become some boring ass stick in the mud who forgets what it's like to get excited about anything but a business trip, promotion, or pat on the back from big Bossy Bosserton.

On that note, I have to look up my latest Homies acquisition and see what his name is. I've almost got all of series 5.

For a girl, I don't tend to be very tidy, and I have a surprising lack of interest in decorating or making my home look pretty. Having said that, I have completely overhauled my home, and it is actually clean. Not just clean by my standards (which I have to confess are quite low), but clean by the kind of standards that allow me to let people come over without feeling embarrassed. I think Tom has had a lot to do with it. I have a tendency to get very down. When I feel down, I don't feel motivated. He seems to have helped me feel new positivity about things. It's pretty cool. I actually trust this guy, and it's made my life easier; I never really liked the drama filled relationships, even if it seemed like I did. I hope he reads this, I want him to know that I think he is a good person, even if I don't say it outright.

I like chewable Vitamin C's. I mean, I like them like candy. I would like to eat them by the bottle, but something tells me this is probably not terribly healthy. I think it might also give me orange pee.

Had a great day yesterday. Found some more interesting properties to photograph. This photo is a little washed out looking in my opinion though, it was quite overcast and the contrast is lacking. I'll be working on that later today.

One of the buildings we most wanted to get into had city workers preparing to demolish it, so we could not get near the place. We did find another abandoned farmhouse, but decided to stay outside as it did not look very stable and was emanating a rather foul and musty odor. In the middle of the day, we checked out a conservation area which proved to be a real gem. Great sand beach, man-made lake, beach volleyball, barbeques, and best of all nobody else was there! We are definitely going back with a group of people to spend the day before the summer is gone.

While driving around looking for photographic opportunities, we passed what appeared to be a crime scene. Two sets of police were combing the ditches, which led us to believe they might be looking for a weapon of some sort. Further on, we passed a house that was completely cordoned off with the yellow tape, and swarming with more officers. Watched the news when we got home, but nothing. I'm dying to know what was going on.

Visited a very old graveyard, and while trying to clear off and read a stone, an odd thing happened. I said to Trevor "I wonder what this says", he starts to say to me " I found another one", when his phone rings once and displays the word "Hi" on the screen. That was it. Since we are both foolish believers of the supernatural, we were convinced someone was greeting us from beyond the grave, possibly the 12 year old girl who's stone we had just been examining.

Ended the day with a great dinner, and went to spend the rest of the evening with Tom. All in all one of the better days I have had recently!

Leaving in 30 minutes to photograph the abandoned farms. Hope we don't get arrested, I know it's considered trespassing. I guess that is what makes it even more fun; I haven't totally lost my risk taker personality. With my luck though, there will be rusty old leg traps in the field and I'll end up snapped up in one. Apparently I haven't lost my morbid imagination either.

So... which version of Rick James do YOU prefer?

Possible Band Names:

Teenage Thrill Killers
Red Diaper Doper Babies
AssHat
Soap Droppers

Fuck I'm bored. But I'd like to see this lineup play. I think I'll make posters, put them up, and then see if anyone actually shows up to see these "bands". I'm curious about what kind of crowd they'd attract.

The weekend was good, although the weather has been cool, and the concert was a lot of fun on Saturday. We went to see Sloan, Sam Roberts, The Stills, The Constantines, Buck 65 and a bunch of other bands. It's amazing how tired you can get after sitting around doing nothing but watching bands for hours.

Yesterday we went to watch a Skateboard Competition. This probably sounds lame and childish, but actually, a lot of the competitors were in their twenties and thirties and it was actually pretty entertaining. Ended the day with Manwiches. Gotta love a good Manwich.

So we are counting down the days til our roadtrip and trying to save our money. I think this past weekend was the last of actually going out and spending money for awhile, because nothing is going to keep us from making this trip.

Did I ever mention that my boyfriend and my ex boyfriend are both named Tom? It figures. I've avoided talking about Tom by name, because for those who know me, it get's a little confusing when I'm telling stories. And I hate assigning titles (Old Tom, New Tom kind of thing), it just sounds stupid. Anyway, from now on, if I mention the name Tom, it means boyfriend, as in current.

If you don't know me, none of what I wrote up there means shit to you anyway, and right now you're probably wondering why you even read this bloody blog.

I'm up early today. Great sunrise.

I was lying in bed this morning thinking about how quickly time seems to pass as I get older. That's one of the things I wish had not changed since I was young, my concept of time. It seems that when I was a kid, the summer would stretch out forever, it felt like eons of freedom and fun. Today, I realized that we are already nearing the end of the first week of August, yet I hardly feel like summer has begun. It's just too quick. I suppose as adults, the summertime becomes less special and does not represent that lovely break from responsibility that it used to.

On a lighter note, why do cats always have to wave their asses in your face? I love my cat, but sometimes he's just asking for a good pencil poke.

Went out with my friend Trevor today to take photos. Ended up at one of the barns I wanted to photograph (as seen here). I've been working on color enhancement. I have a bunch more images that I will be posting in my photo section when they are ready.

We also went to "the Falls" today, it was a great idea, since it was extremely hot out. Needless to say, we got absolutely soaked crawling around behind the falls, but it was fun, and Trevor had not been there before. We've decided to go back again next week with more people and make a day of it.

We also found what appear to be two abandoned farms, so we will be exploring and photographing these next week as well. It's hard to find older buildings that have not been ripped down to make way for "progress" around here, so we are pretty excited.

Have a touch of insomnia, so I'm watching some assinine infomercial for what appears to be a very special blender. It's the fastest and easiest! Not only that, they say "It can do ANY job in 10 seconds or less!"

I wonder if it could finish painting my bathroom? It's been sitting half painted for a long time now. It's a good thing I don't have a credit card.

Found some great looking barns to photograph, going out in about 30 minutes to do so. I only hope it doesn't rain, because the weather seems iffy today. Might try to make it out to a few heritage sites too.

We finished planning our road trip, and it's going to be great. We'll be heading out to an island where my mother grew up, and I have not visited for 20 years, so I'm really excited. Population 3000 and nothing but ocean, cliffs, fishing and hiking. It should be absolutely rejuvenating. I am seriously considering moving out there in a few years. As much as I've lived the life of a city girl or tried to, the whole lifestyle out there appeals to me, and I feel really attached to the place. It's unbelievably inexpensive too, and the houses are lovely.