February 2006 Archives

I'm neglecting most of my social life – blog included. For the first half of February I was sick. I spent most of the day sleeping, or hanging out with people and wishing I was sleeping. Frustration set in and it's built up to the point where I just want to hit people. I don't get anything done because procrastination seems so easy. Of course I have no one to really blame but myself, but I plan on trying for a little bit anyways.

I have to finally finishing applying to university again. I finished just about everything that needs to be sent to the schools, all I need to do is a summary of what I'm sending them. I'm nice like that. The only problem is doing nothing is so much more satisfying than typing out a list that just reminds me that I suffered horribly at Waterloo. I also want to make sure that my online supplementary application is as good as it can be. There's nothing like a supplementary application to make you feel like a pathetic underachiever. I don't think it's fair for me to feel like an underachiever. I was one of the biggest losers in high school in terms of being an overachiever. Leave it to the University of Toronto to make me feel like I've done nothing with my life.

Of course it doesn't help that I already feel like I'm doing nothing with my life. Finding jobs sucks. It's like smashing your head on something hard over and over again. It's incredibly annoying to not get jobs you're qualified for just because you don't have the build of an Abercrombie model. To which I say "Oh fuck that." I may not be an Abercrombie model, but I'm better looking than all the Abercrombie and Hollister employees in the GTA.

Even more fun than that is just not getting a job because you're a boy. Although I give the man credit for telling me that's why he didn't hire me originally. He also gets bonus points for hiring me in the end. That's right - I've reached half of my temporary employment goals. It also makes me happy to know that it bit him in the ass because the girl that was hired and then fired before me was an idiot, and it only took me one shift to be trained enough to work alone. Making smoothies makes me happy.

The weather seriously needs to pick up. When the weather sucks, I get sad. It's so uninspiring. I don't want to go outside. That leaves me with nothing interesting to do or talk about. I have a few things I'll expand on later. They just need to develop further. If I don't let them they'll end up half finished and crappy. Something like this blog. Cue the tomatoes. And the toast!

It's been long established that emotions and I are enemies. I hate emotions. Rather, I hate my emotions when they stray away from 'Happy' and 'Angry'. Life is so much better when you suppress everything and don't deal with bullshit. Just watch other people and their drama and you'll enjoy life a lot more. That's how I got along so well.

That was until yesterday. Yesterday everything changed, and I turned into a big blubbering idiot. It all started at Starbucks with Alex. It was the morning, I hadn't slept, and I had been kicked out of my house for Real Estate nonsense. I also had a juicy piece of gossip that I tried not to share with her. That was apparently a big mistake because within thirty seconds I had tears streaming down my cheeks and Alex nearly feel off her chair laughing. It didn't get any better either.

Leaving Starbucks we went to Chapters and then Oakville Place. While we were at Chapters they played Michael Buble, and then James Blunt. I cried twice. At HMV they were playing a Michael Buble DVD. I cried again. My brain was near melting out of my brain trying to figure out where all this emotion rubbish was coming from. It showed too.

By the time we were eating lunch I was incapable of focusing on anything, never mind having a conversation. The waitress at Pizza Delight asked me how I liked some sort of crazy pizza that I had and in response I stared out the window opening and closing my mouth like a fish.

It should be no surprise then that I was a huge party pooper later that night. Instead of being especially social I just drank a lot, sat in the corner, and posted some sort of emo nonsense on Livejournal that I forgot about until people started calling me to see if I was ok.

After all that I'm left feeling like an orange that some annoying child kept squishing until there was no more juice left inside. I'm so incredibly drained. I'm going to a party again tonight though. Unfortunately I don't have enough money to do anything other than just go. So I might take pictures. Or I might just stay home and be a big sap in bed. I'll keep you posted.

So I’ve finally gotten a chance to spend some time with Adam today. Now he’s showering so I’m taking this as a chance to report on something I’ve been thinking about recently. One of Adam’s favourite blogs happens to be the blog of his favourite porn stars, Bent Corrigan (There’s a splash page asking you to be 18, so consider yourself warned).

Now, I will admit. Two of the blogs I read are run by porn stars, who happen to be dating. Three more of the blogs I read are by people who are so ridiculously sexual that they make me look like a nun. One of the blogs I used to read was because I thought the boy was attractive. Only I couldn’t deal with how horrible he was at blogging so I stopped. It seems to me like I’m part of a minority for doing that.

I guess it just bothers me. I have no problem with people flocking to be near pretty people in real life, or to read about them in magazines. When I read a blog I want the person to be witty and I want the post well written. The fact that Dooce is hot is just a bonus. Same goes for Xiaxue. Well she’s a huge bitch too.

I must just be jealous. I want a high hit count. Then on the flipside I could always post more pictures of me – naked pictures. That’d get more people here. But Adam already reads this daily, so I’m not sure if it’s worth it. I just think it’d be a hollow victory. Maybe I’ll just go to the gym like I plan to and post half nekkid pictures. In the mean time you may as well go see the hot naked boy while I figure out how to add some pizzazz here.

Tonight I went and saw Plane Crazy at Sheridan. I'm quite sure that it was opening night, as the small theatre it was playing in was packed. I'd been excited to see it ever since Jeremy and AJ went to see it last week without me. They sang the songs over and over again and didn't stop talking about it until I wished I had just gone to see it instead of napping. So I was excited to get to see it.

As if that wasn't enough though, I know half the cast in one way or another. Jeremy's roommate and her boyfriend had lead roles. I'd seen the rest at parties over the last few months. Then to top it off, I read about it in a Boing Boing article and nearly wet myself.

The storyline was amusing - the kind of amusing that I enjoy. Alex has an amazing voice, and the fact that she was dating the love interest made it even cuter for me. The songs were fun, the kind of songs that I would sing regularly. I found the acting well done. I would suggest going to see it. Like now, before I kick you for not going. Then try and tell me it wasn't fun. I dare you.

So here's the thing: For the last two weeks I've been sick. It's hard to want to do anything when you're sick, never mind blogging. When you're sick and you decide to spew whatever's going on in your head into writing it almost always becomes Word Vomit. Word Vomit is something I've been working hard on avoiding, as well as its cousins Teenage Angst and Detailed Dream Posts.

I can't really lie either, I haven't really done anything in the last two weeks. I've slept a lot. I can tell you what I haven't done. I haven't finished applying to University because sitting watching movies or playing The Sims 2 always seems to trump it when I'm in a bad mood. It's so hard for me to say no to those little Sims too. Their lives are so much more interesting than mine is. It's pathetic.

I also haven't fully finished cleaning my room. I've been trying. Hopefully I'll actually get around to it today? Not that you guys should care, but it's been a pain in the ass ever since my parents decided to buy another house and give me the boot. Oh by the way, my parents bought another house and are moving. Somewhere along the way I'm quite sure I'm getting the boot too. Can you feel the love?

I've sort of got a job. Well not a job, per say. I have a second interview for a tech support position at a Big Router Company and an interview at a Generic High Priced Coffee Place. So I'm excited for those, as well as potential interviews at a Kitchen Place, Funky Sunglass Store and Old School Glasses Store.

The problem with being sick is you never get to take pictures. So with that in mind I'd like to open up the floor to suggestions for something I can do to take pictures. Anything at all, it's hard being creative when you're sick.

Today is Valentine's Day. Hurray for that. I am so not the kind of person who gets all cheesy and romantic. I never was and I never will be. As a result this holiday has always been the bane of my existence. Yes I did have a party, but I almost cancelled it every day in the week leading up to it. Yes, I just love Valentine's Day.

So wandering the internet I came across something extremely surprising and sad. I've been libelled against. Fun and loving, my good name is being tarnished. I can't take it anymore! See for yourself, straight from the homo's mouth:

Mike had fun too. Granted, the sight of half-naked men gets him all riled up to begin with, so there was a paper bag on stand-by just in case he started hyper-ventilating.

Ok, so maybe it's not as bad as I like to pretend it is. For those of you who are lost in confusion I'll attempt to clear things up for you. Last Wednesday Adam, Alex and I went to see The Rocky Horror Show at U of T. I loved it to the point where I'd go see it again. Not just for the reasons that Adam uses when he libels my good name.

Minus two of the songs, the show was extremely well performed. So much that by the time the Intermission showed up I was shaking and delirious and Alex had to get me water and sit me down outside. I get shivers just thinking about it.

I'd recommend it to anyone who likes to sing the Time Warp, or likes to feel dirty -like Janet a.k.a. Nancy Silverman. If you are going to go, make sure you get me another ticket though. I need to see it again and remember to yell obscenities in German this time.

Today the most amazing thing happened to me. When I was getting ready to wake up for the second time around and try and face the day, my brother was getting ready for school. After walking back and forth between the washroom and his closet doing various things he turned to me and said, "We need to go shopping and you need to show me where to get good clothes." Then I died.

My brother's wardrobe isn't exactly the most eye pleasing thing to look at. It consists mainly of really bad jeans from Stitches and old school Randy River type graphic tees. See what I'm getting at here? I'm not sure if it's because he has no fashion sense or if it's because all his friends are gangsters and punks with no fashion sense and he just doesn't care. It just leaves him looking like something I finger-painted in kindergarten.

So when my brother asked me to pick out his clothes it was a smaller dream come true. Stores started flashing through my mind that I could take him to and dress him in. I've totally decided on Abercrombie and Hollister. I love a few select pieces of clothing from Abercrombie, but not enough for me to buy them for myself. However going with him to buy a lot of clothes gives me an excuse to get them for myself.

So when you see me buried beneath bags of clothing that don't suit me, you'll know why. Oh and you can definitely expect me to harass my brother with my camera too.

Whenever I disappear it's generally safe to assume that I'm either off by myself being extremely moody or with people at Starbuck's trying to cheer myself up. Today marks what will hopefully be the end of a period of time where I could probably kill people with just a look because I was being that big of a jerk.

Nancy and I finally got to hang out in an attempt to cheer me up. Hey here I am, so it must have worked. Leave it to a Jew to really know how to get wild on a Friday night in Oakville. It was about time too since she ditched me the other weekend when we were supposed to go clubbing.

So we hit up the Rude Native Bistro because I had heard oh so much about it but never bothered to go just so I could be different. So when we did finally go I was pleasantly not-so-surprised. The decor was fun and despite being underdressed we made up for it by being loud. There are no pictures because I was afraid someone might get up and throw a boho fit at us. I had a Vegetable Thai Stir Fry (with teriyaki sauce – go figure) that I enjoyed far more than I should have considering the noodles refused to cooperate with the chopsticks.

Afterwards we went to Starbucks Round One attempting to cause a ruckus while we decided what to do for the rest of the night. One of Nancy's friends was having a birthday party, but we weren't sure if it was the kind of thing Nancy was into going to. Apparently having to work in the morning is a reason not to do anything fun. So we went back to my house to dress up in case we were going to go out. Many pictures ensued.

In the end we decided we probably would go to the party. Which meant going to Starbuck's Round Two and hanging out at Nancy's before making our decision official. We did but not until we caused trouble for Nancy's roommate. None of you know her – yet. That's what this is for: A sweet photo montage of her on the Sherdian Institue website. Yes, I'd hit it too.

So one thing Nancy neglected to tell me was that the party just happened to be a Togo party. Now I was well in the know about Sheridan Musical Theatre and how they like to have theme parties all the time – that was fine. The problem comes when Nancy forgets to share an important piece of information about a party leaving us having to improvise when we get there. Improvise we did.

So we had our togas and we got to partying. Things got wild a lot. People were beating each other up all night and my camera wound up in the hands of numerous people. So I leave you with a lot of the toga that happened. Be warned though: They have a habit of taking portrait pictures instead of landscape ones.