Last night came out of nowhere, i like nights like that.
I played ball in the afternoon, it was fun. I played more ball at night. Also a good time. At about 11:00, we get back from playing ball, and jeremy feels like having a beer, so he grabs one, colin has his only one in his fridge. There's about 10 of us, and about 8 beer. The comment is made that the beer tastes exceptionally good. This is how it began.
So someone goes off on a beer run at about 11:30. They get back a little after 12, and there's no beer, all the places are closed. This sucked alot. So we all think about what we can do, we looked into buying a texas mickey of rum off of a guy but no dice. We all ended up going to our rooms and getting all the alcohol we had, we end up with orange and raspberry vodka's, two bottles of champagne, a bottle of gin, a half mickey (you'd call it a pint) of southern comfort, and about 6 more beers. So we just got pretty hammed. It was a good time. At about 3, and waking up everyone in res, pretty much, we get threatened with contacts and told to leave the first floor lounge. Our plan is to go outside, get high, then move on to second floor lounge. A few people sign off for the night go home, and the rest of us head outside. I soon become absolutely blasted. I'm laughing at everything, it was pretty damn good. About an hour later, maybe 5:00. We go to tim hortons. First we go hot box the car, then we go to tim's, try to act normal. This was pretty good. Then we go back to res, put in rounders. and watch that. Then i sleep. I wake up at quarter to 4, run down to class, leave class at 5:20, come to the computer lab, and type this up.
Nothing really exciting happened last night, but the fact that it came out of nowhere makes it pretty neat for me.
Tim is the funniest person on the planet.
I like thinking, sometimes it makes me happy.
I've been thinking that i'd be different (i like to say special) compaired to the 9 other people too. I've had this sort of unfounded overall confidence in myself since JAAC. I dont think it's possible for someone to convince me that i'm not different, not important, not special. And i'm happy to keep it that way, everyone should think they stand out. I'm glad to hear you think that you do too.
But i dont think you should necessarily think that you're smarter then those 9 people. I've often had thoughts that the majority of people are void of any real personality, but every once in a while i'm surprised by someone. I have to think that i'm smarter then you in just as many different ways as you're smarter then me. Thinking less of the average person without getting to know them isn't fair to them, even though it certainly is a fun thought to hold on to for a while.
that's just my two cents.
I played basketball today, it was alot of fun, i'm playing again in a few hours.
dave, as far as i can tell you, i'm up 11. And i havn't even hit the gym yet. All fat baby.
I'm more then a little pleased with the context of the word said.
While eating breakfast today, in a semi crouded room, i cracked up when i realized that the reason i thought this girl was fond of me was because she offered me a burrito. I dare you not to chuckle.
Anyway, she said something about wishing she was drunk, i offered her a few beer, cause i had some left over, i brought them up, and we drank two each. we were watching snl, laughing, enjoying each other's company as far as i could tell. She was wearing a long skirt, and i thought that was pretty cool.
The whole thing went downhill when a few other people came in the lounge, she shuffled next to me on the couch, but there was pretty much nothing the rest of the night, the eye contact and the ackward pauses disapeared. And one stupid guy stayed the whole time, and even went back to his room to get another movie after the movie on tv was over. Girl went and got pillows and a blanket. we were all under it, her in the middle of course. Story losing momentum, going nowhere really. And i'm spent.
In other news, matthew good concert, March 23, simon arsenault, third row, tender.
It was beautiful.
During this 4 hour span, i was in the tv lounge, seemingly far from all other people living in res. and i'm not sorry to say that i sang along with my play. And i dont think i'm being presumptuous when i say i sounded better then unacceptable (more precise way of saying 'not bad').
Earlier today, i was wondering if my perpose in life is to be happy, and if possible to make others happy, or to make others happy and if possible to be happy too. It was a tough call.
I think the thing that made me happy was a combination of putting on the Beck album that i havn't listened to in way too long, and reading through the book i had people sign during grade 12 graduation. It was neat to see what the likes of carley and kent had written in it. Both before becoming the stellar level of friends that we are now. Carley talked about the play we were in, and kent discribed how he wasted space on the page which he was writing on, and suggested that someday we go bowling. I must admit, that book made me smile more then once. I'm glad i brought it from home. I'm also glad i decided to get another one for when i leave this place. I hope i never consiter myself too old for this.
On michelle's computer, "the right stuff" by our good friends, the new kids on the block, has just started. ah, the memories.
So, what else can i talk about, before finally deciding it's time for bed. Monday night i won 165$ playing poker in the lounge. that was cool. I'm gambling my way out of being poor. I think someday i'm going to write some strongly worded emails to a large pile of people from good old colonel gray. Strongly worded doesn't necessarily indicate badness. It's just going to be rather to the point. I figure i've got nothing to lose. And i dont really have anything important to say to anyone here. And i feel like keeping thoughts in my head isn't going to get me anywhere.
Okay, i've got some sort of a question to ask... What makes a blog good? The blogs that i consiter to be good (vince's, will's, dave's, aine's come to mind) are consitered as such by me because i find them interesting to read. And i'm not sure if mine is also interesting. Although not of late, i think vince's often has pretty solid stories, i find will brings some good points to subjects i'd not normally think about, i have more respect for dave and his words then anyone else that comes to mind, and aine... well, i think i just have an oddly large interest in the life and times and thoughts of this girl. Feel free to ask, cause i dont really know my way around it myself.
But anyway, these blogs, i dont know if they're good, a pleasure to read, because these people have interesting lives and minds, or if they're just talented writers. And i suppose i just am wondering if i fit into either of these catagories. I dont think i have an interesting life, but i think i do have an interesting mind. I'm certainly a fan of my inner thoughts. As far as maybe having writing tallents, i wouldn't be surprised, but i wouldn't go entering contests.
by the way, i just heard a song called "i kissed a drunk girl" and i found it amusing. you might too. It's about a guy who kissed a drunk girl (no, i'm not kidding. fuck you and your sarcasm) and likes her, but struggles with thoughts that he could've been any other guy and she would've kissed him. Although i stand by my thought that i enjoyed it, now that an actual song ("beautiful day") has come on, i'm thinking that the comparison is making me not want to recommend it anymore.
So anyway, i may have touched on all my concerns about blog quality.
I just had a thought that i could sleep in michelle's bed, just because i'd put myself in a position of explaining tomorrow, and that could be fun/funny. It'd be like challenging myself to get out of the jam. One might say i'd be throwing my heart ahead of myself. Good quote by the way.
i'm gone, i'm going to listen to "in the air tonight" then hustle home to bed. I'll catch you all on the proverbial flip side.
I played basketball, at 11:30 am, it went quite well, my team won. It's intramural basketball, and it's going to be quite a little tournament, there's only 5 teams, and most are stacked with a few OUC basketballers, including my team. And the teams without ouc players, are still good, commonly including people that are only not on the team cause they're lacking in the smarts (you need to pass 3 courses to play on the team).
After basketball, i didn't go to statistics (12:30 to 1:30). And then i played some poker with the guys, lost 8$, nothing serious. stopped playing at about 4 cause i had to go to singing lessons. I thought that the singing lessons went pretty well. So i was happy with that.
When i got back from singing lessons, i went to find stephen, cause the two of us and ryan would be playing at the well that night. It was looked forward to, cause i love playing with those guys, ryan has seriously written some nice songs. I'm told by a few people that they'll show up, nobody did, but no worries, i'm dead serious when i tell you that it was their loss.
Stephen is working on homework or some junk, so i go back home, talk to paulette for a bit on the msn, for the first time ever, i ask someone to be my valentine, paulette says she will. I'm quite pleased.I go back to room, play some guitar. Stephen and Ryan get me, we go jam through our songs, decide to play 5 instead of all 8, cause stephen has to pack and catch a bus at 11, and it's like 20 to 9. So we jam a little, go to the well, play our music, it goes nearly flawless. When leaving i had a guy come up to me to tell me "you guys rocked" and another guy as we go says "can i leave too?". It was nice to see how much we owned the place. Someone asked us to play at some peace rally, it was cool, but the guys are both going somewhere for the weeklong break that i'm now in. So that was sort of a bummer, but damn, what a complement.
After the playing of the music, i walk back home, and i see ryan and natasha, and i play them a few songs in the hallway, they ask me if i'd like to go to the casino. What's a boy to do? So after already being convinced i wasn't going out, i'm proved wrong, and i'm handed two rum and cokes (in water bottles) and i slam them in the limo ride. We get to the casino, and after losing 60 at varius tables, i bring a twenty to the Pai-Gou. And i cut it up, it was a beautiful thing, won back my 60 that i'd lost and an additional twenty. Then i go to the clubs, get myself two free shots, dance a little. The cab home. The bar was far less then spectacular.
Last night i'm supposed to get hosed, it was going to be fun, but it didn't work out so well, cause i went to supper with some people, and missed out on some good drinking time, i got home at 8, went to the ball game, got back at like 10:30, met a few really cool guys, drank about 7 beer, and went off to the bars at 12. Me and one of the cool guys i met named dave were hanging at the bar, going from group of girls to group of girls, trying to dance with them, it was really fun, and i'm realizing that i should dance with strangers more often. I dance with these 2 cute girls for a while, i can't tell if one of them likes me, or if both of them like me, or if neither of them like me. This hopefully will come with experience interacting with the opposite sex. So yeah, i dance with them a while, when i'm dancing close with one of them, the other one doesn't try to "save" her, which is one thing i've noticed girls do when they're dealing with unwanted attention. One girl danced with some other guy close for a while, then comes back to me and says "i asked him if he knew you, and he didn't" which led me to thinking that she wasn't interested in the guy she was with, she was thinking about little old me. Which was a nice thought. They end up saying they've got to go, and i said nothing of any importance, which sucked. I thought about asking for a number, but i decided that was "gay". So i didn't. In hindsight, i should've asked where they were from, and say that i hoped to see them again. That would've been good of me.
When talking like this i feel pretty lame, cause i really dont know what the heck i'm doing. But at the same time, i'm writing about my feelings on the internet, that's not exactly cool dude rock style anyway. Course, bottom line, is that i'm listening to Long December, and i'm looking at pictures of cool friends on the wall, and i'm happy as the red bellied newt in the tank about 3 feet away. and i feel that the newt is rather happy.
Have a good week everyone.
And now i just talked to him, and he said that if i do far better in the tests then in the assignments then he'll look at those when making my mark. This is really a good thing. However, I have a midterm on thursday, so i've gotta get the fuck going. If i dont do well in this, then a variety of bad things will happen.
The essay due tomorrow that i havn't started isn't going to help.
I'm a good student.
I think i speak for everyone involved when i say that was some crazy shit.
The game is between the sheets. The way she works is as follows, everyone ante's two dollars. Then two cards are placed down, if the person who's turn it is would like to place a bet on the following card being between the two, then the person may do so, with the maximum bet being the value in the pot. If one of the two cards up is again turned up, then he's "hit the post" and must pay double of his bet. Terms like I'll pot it, or "half pot" are common place. The game started getting out of hand with $20 pots. this was nothing.
So yeah, i'm looking at about 9$, i half pot it, lose, then it's 13.50, jeremy pots it, hits the post, the pot is now about 40. tim passes (cause his cards were close together, small chance of getting it "between the sheets". I bet twenty, lose. I'm now in for 90$. I forget the order of the ensueing bets, but by the time it got built up nicely. I had a sheet of iou paper for 20$, jeremy had an iou for $50, and tim had an iou for $80. Not to mention a second iou of mine, for one hundred ten dollars, Then there's a bunch of coin in the pot as well. It was worth slightly over $300. It was hardcore, everyone was nervous as heck, wild stuff. I end up winning it. which is good, cause about 140 of it was mine. As it turns out, with the night over, tim owes me 135, and jeremy 30.
I am not really tired, but there's only 5 hours till my stats class, so i really should sleep some.
My name is simon, and i have a problem. that should be a title, just a sec.
Okay, that's done. I've gotta get shut eye. ttyl everyone.
Thursday night was fantastic, and i'll tell you why. I was talking to arlynn and janna on msn. Yeah, i know, good night? you ask. msn? i can hear the scoffing. but yeah, it was solid.
Now, i'll take a moment to mention that the whole dialogue that i faked above is something that i'm pretty disapointed in. It should've been ommitted. one m or two, i dont know.
So yeah, stayed up late talking to two of my favorite girls, and at about 2:30 i went up to janna's room to give her a hug. And i stayed for about a half hour to watch the rest of the truman show.
Friday, i did poorly on a midterm.
Friday evening, i planned on not going out, but michelle and julia said that i should go bowling, i thought it sounded like fun. They said they were going at 11. So at about 6 i sit down to watch some tv, and i wake up at around 8:30, when some people come in the room to watch a movie, so i watch that movie, go upstairs at about 20 after 10, to ask about bowling, and i find out that the plan was for drunken bowling. Okay, no problems, my evening's plans are still intact, i just need a few drinks. I get myself some gin and tonic, and drink up. At about 10 to 11, ryan and albert come in with some standard drunken comments "Simon!! What the fuck're you doing!?" i told them that i'd planned on going bowling. who goes bowling? they ask, so yeah, now i'm going to the casino, and then to the bars. I was still thinking bowling over bars, but then they threw down the casino card. and i had to play.
If i didn't start a new paragraph now, it may not have happened.
I go to some friends' place. Arlynn, Dusty, Krystle. And i hang out there, drink a bit, still not much though, and i meet some cool people, girls mostly. Sky and Erica agree that i'm cute. Sky and Albert are there, and they've been dating for some time, and they're fairly notorious for pdas. (public displays of affection). Normally when albert is playing poker, she'll be on his lap, and they'll kiss a few times a hand, sometimes she'll start sucking on his tounge or something. But meh, it happens. They've had sex in many many public places. She gave him a hummer on the dance floor of splashes. Yeah, so anyway, they're there, and make things half interesting. They're both quite attractive if it matters. And they're both drunk. So a few highlights included pretending to have sex on crystle's bed. (which had albert's pants pulled down enough to make it plausable), sky putting albert's fly down and asking a few girls if anyone wanted to see his dick. Wow, speaking of way the fuck off topic.
So i meet some people, and one of them is quite a cute girl, who appears to show some sort of interest in me. More thoughts along the line of he's funny, or he's cute, then of i'd like to have physical relations with him. Same sort of attention you'd give to a cute rabbit. Or that's the way my thinking goes.
I was under the impression (and you may have been too) that i was building towards something. But as i recall my memories of the evening, there's no metaphorical punchline awaiting (metaphorical because this isn't a joke, this is a story). So yeah, looks like i've gotten the writing out of my system, so i'll just kinda say what's left.
This cute girl offered me $5 to dance on a table, i turned her down. She continued to grin at me most of the night, including comments like "he's so little".
Some other girl tapped me on the shoulder and said that i was adoreable, and she was looking at me like the alley would've been a fine choice of scenario. I felt more complemented then anything else. But wasn't interested.
Arlynn at one point asked how i was doing, i said "okay" or something else that wasn't very enthusiastic. She said "you're not sad because of me are you?" i chuckled, said no. "if you're upset cause of something i did, then i'm sorry". What? uh, no. it's fine.
I danced a few times with her. twice with sky. the second time was really brief cause some bouncers and some guy that apparently was part of the hell's angels were all hitting on her, inviting her to some party that she could only go to if she arived with him. It was kinda funny, i got a kick out of it anyway, even when the guy cut in on us and kinda treated me like the nobody i appeared to be.
When i was leaving i gave lana one of my t-shirts, cause all she had on was a bikini top (it was beach party night, there was lots of that) And the cute girl was there, and seemed impressed that i was a nice guy. I saw her again when i was going to my drive, I was kind of on a roll for being a nice guy, so i gave up my seat in the car to someone, and hopped in the trunk, so we could all ride comfortably. Holly bought me a burger for my efforts though, so it all worked out.
I decided i'm going to ask krystle or dusty about who this tall blond girl was, i've told myself that rejection is the worst case scenario, and it's honestly not bad at all. Sobeys was a great memory for a friend of mine, and it's all in all a tale of rejection, but it's so much more. courage, valour. good show.
saturday i did nothing.
Here's a fork, you know the drill.
The moral of this story is that i had lots of time to doodle and think and write down quotes and hum songs to myself. The following is something that i came up with, and i'm rather a fan of it.
Routine is suicide.
If you change, you may miss the life you're leaving, but at least you'll stop taking it for granted.
This was in an email quiz deal. The answer from the person who sent it to me said lover. I would think friend. I'm wondering what everyone's thoughts are.
So yeah, on to some sort of decent thing to talk about. I'm going to jam with a few guys tomorrow, It's an acoustic duo that they've got going, which is what first interested me. But the weird thing is that they want me to play bass. Contrairy to the fact that i've not done such a task, i'll see what i can do. We're jamming tomorrow night at like 9, and thursday night, which is the following day, we're going to play at a coffee house. That's less time then me and chris took to prepare. By about 13 days. But i'm excited.
I've opened up to a pair of people, and unfortionately the lack of positive results may discourage me from continuing this in the future. But there's still time for positive results, i'm just impatient.
i erased alot of this post. it was pointless stuff. y'know. like feelings.
Would it be okay
Well I can see holes in everyone
A change of season.
Thursday night, first night on the job, i go out for about an hour and a half, working with colin (each taking one side of the street) and we both are empty handed after about a half hour of rain and cold. But i'm not not having fun, so y'know. It's really all good. Finally, i get this guy, and he says sure, I'd like that, and i'm pumped as heck, colin is at the end of the drive way pumping his fists, i'm all grins. It was such an acomplishment. After i get the contact, i go across the street and keep rolling. and i knock on a door, and this absolutely stunning girl answers. I believe i said something along the lines of "buh.... buh..." But i can't be certain. Eventually, i announce enthusiastically, "I'm Simon!" Followed by a small pause as she wants me to get to the point. "uh, i'm here from college pro painters blah blah etc". And yeah, i got through the rest of it. "my dad gets home tomorrow night" was the response, "would you like to come in for hot sex" would've been the logical follow up, but she didn't say it. her loss.
So yeah, i was thinking of her for the next little while, colin ends up getting a contact about 25 minutes later, then i get a second one. and we call it a night. We go to the Q-Club, which is a pool hall sorta place, and the company paid for beer and wings and whatever else i wanted. So i had a good time there, played some good pool, drank some good beer. For the first time ever, from the word go, i cleared the table. It was sweet, i felt sharklike. Then we (team simon-colin) proceeded to lose a bunch of games, but y'know. who cares. I get home, play some poker, lose thirty, write post.
{insert} I just thought i'd say that through friday, i'd planned on going to that hot girl's house and asking her out, but i never did it, either because it was a 40 minute walk that my present company wasn't going to join me for, or cause i'm a sally. I like to think it's the first, but unless presented with a situation where there's no 40 minute walk, i'll never really know if i would've done it. of course i say yes i would've. But i dont know.
Friday, i didn't plan on drinking, but arlynn invited me over to her place with a bundle of people to drink and stuff. And they were going out to get some alcohol, so i went too. I picked up some bombay saphire (i feel like i aughta say something, but there's nothing there... 135 is my start, i'll say that). A two-six of it. And we get back to the quad. For those of you who dont know, a quad is sort of an apartment with a kitchen and living room, and 4 separate rooms. It's a popular choice for college students at OUC. it's in the monashee building. Which is a stone's throw away from my Simi Building. anyhoo, back to our regularly scheduled programming.
I start the drinking off with some vodka mixed in a blender with ice cream, and some rootbeer. It tasted good, so i added more vodka so it wouldn't. That's an honest sentance, and it's a shame. After that, i got into some gin and tonic. And it didn't taste bad. I played a drinking game, there were 5 girls and 2 guys, so they picked on us. made rules and shit that had guys drink double what any girl drank. I went through 2 glasses in no time at all. I spent some time in arlynn's room, listening to music, I've got the girl hooked on some "she says" action. So anyway, Arlynn has a cd player, which is blaring out some rap or something, cause it's a party, y'know... and i'm trying to hear the tunes that i've got coming out of the computer speakers, so i'm holding them up to my ears so i can hear it. And janna walks in, and i'm going to town, singing along to some jack johnson song or something and she laughs, and then slows down, no... wait... she was just taking a deep breath so she could 'really' laugh. Anyway, she calls arlynn in the room, it's decided that i'm cute. And she turns off the rap, arlynn sits on my lap, and we listen to some counting crows or something. Janna gets a camera, takes a picture and then that little episode is over.
I go back to living room, where there's now a large croud that i didn't know of, and they're playing more games, someone takes a sip from my cup and says something about how aweful it is. I realize it's mine, and polish it off. I think that was my third, something like that. On either note, i didn't drink too too much, but i felt like i drank tonnes. Yeah, i spelled that metrically. So yeah, i go throw up. go back out to the party, go back to bathroom, ralph. Go lie down in arlynn's bed, lean out her third story window, launch a bit more. there's a few people cheering me on, hoping i hit a lower window. I'd rather be alone though. But still, at least it wasn't mocking. I always feel stupid when i yack.
I wake up, it's 8:30. I always wake up early after drinking, it never fails. arlynn walks in, she has yet to go to sleep. I'm told i passed out at like 12:30. hehe, what can ya do. Arlynn hops in bed with me, tosses her arm around me, her head on my shoulder. I dont know how many of you remember this, but there's been times when i describe this as my most satisfying, happy, and comfortable position. I tell her that I used to be crazy about her. How i went home and told everyone about this amazing girl. stuff like that. She said something like "but you dont like me anymore". I say no. I look at her. "But i still think you're awesome." hug. Something like that anyway, i was still half drunk so i might be piecing these random events (which did happen) together into what would make for a really touching moment, but never really happened. I do know that innitially responded with 'no'. so yeah... after she lies in bed for about a half hour, I go and get us each a glass of water, stop off at the bathroom to puke. Come back probably 10 minutes later. She asks how i'm doing, i say great or something quite possitive like that. we lie down together for another little while. she gets up. and goes to make breakfast. I think about whether i like her for a little while. Decide i dont. In a way i'm disapointed, she deserves to be liked by all. But still it's all good.
she comes back with hashbrowns, eggs, toast, and a fruit smoothy thing she made. I didn't touch any of it. I later apoligised for not eating the food she gave me, she says that it's better left in the plate then spewed all over her room. This is true.
I'd probably chalk this up to one of my worst hangovers. I felt like if i ate anything, or stood up, that i'd be close to being sick again. I hung out at arlynn's for a while, then i go back to simi, watch some tv, shower, and when i get back to my room, there's a message from tim, asking if i'm still up for going to penticton, and that he'd leave around 4. Hell yeah i'm up for it. But i'll need more alcohol, cause even the sight of the gin is queezy. So yeah, we're going to penticton, neither of us really know where to go, but tim has a far better idea then i do. After we drive for about 40 minutes, we seem to be in a town, is this penticton tim asks, i have no idea tim, i reply. "To McDonalds!" said neither of us, but we still went. We drive through, and at the speaker, tim asks if he can just talk to the person up at the window, the response was a shaky "yes" I ask tim to get me a water when we're there. She seemed worried, and not knowing what the deal was, if there was a deal. We get there, and tim says, "is this penticton?" the girl chuckles, "no". Tim then says "uh... okay... can i have a water then?". I found this to be pretty funny. We keep going along the road, and like 5 minutes later, penticton is in sight.
We go to colin's house, it's about 6. His mom makes us steak and spaghetti. Wow. Good food. We go to the local liquer establishment, and i decide i'll drink beer, and steer clear of the hard stuff. (note: i resisted the urge to keep that rhyme going, example "i'll drink beer, and steer clear of the fearing the tear jeer. weird) I ask tim, what beer should i get. Tim points me to an 8 pack of some stuff. I didn't know the name, it worked for me, when we get to the registar, tim is laughing, what's funny? i ask, he points at me, "i can't believe you're going to drink ______". alas, i'd been taken a fool of. Some variety of extra strong beer was being put into the plastic bag along with the canadian i'd gotten colin. Tim ended up being disapointed that he didn't get me the 8% beer that he later discovered, but was satisfied with what i had. So was i, as it turned out, it didn't taste so bad.
So yeah, we are joined by other kelowna folk, and all have drinks and share stories about chicks and stuff. I didn't really have any stories, but that's okay, it was mostly tim talking. We're all laughing. At one point, we have a big cheers, and everyone stands up. i forget what it was for, but after we all bring up our glasses together and start sipping tim says "not even a clink" cause we'd all missed him. And i'd say you'd have to be there, to find it funny. but it was hysterical. Both colin and Jeremy spat out their beer cause they couldn't stop laughing. and they both hit tim with there beer, so he starts going off. Me and scorchy couldn't stop laughing. It was too funny.
Before i go to the bar, i check email, i got a forward from courtney, and write her back, i may have said some things. Alcohol does that.
So we're walking to the bar, and colin and scorch want to go break down a fence. I'm not going to try to explain why. It may have had somethign to do with alcohol. But yeah, colin takes a big run at it, nothing happens, scorch ran at it, and broke a bit of it, it was a tall (about 7 feet) wooden fence, with the top foot or so being lattice work. Colin then ran at it again, and busted through a whole segment of it. we all took off laughing and the sort.
What else, what else... scott walked through a stream, that there was a small bridge over, I think stream is too small a word, but river is too big a word. On either note, his feet and part up his shin was soaked, and his feet were also fairly muddy. It was funny cause it was on the way to the bars. not on the way home. I dont remember much of the bars, but i do know that the last one we went in, we were there for about 2 hours, and i remember about 5 minutes of it. And i left with my mouth tasting like vomit. I have no recollection of being sick, but it must've happened. I hope it was in the bathroom in the toilette. But i can only guess. Then we all walk to pita pit and the person working there, (who i recall calling a bitch) suggested that i dont get tuna because tuna doesn't taste good when one is drunk. I guess i felt pretty confident about my tuna. Cause that's what i got in the long run. I thought it was great. But yeah, me, tim and colin were walking back to colin's house, and we punched some guys camper, a bit, and he was on his front steps, and then yelled at us, so we all ran like mad. Then colin said he had to pee, and that me and tim should keep walking. about 30 seconds later, colin flys by us. We both start laughing and take off after him yelling "what'd you do? whats' up?" He says "i hit another fence" laughter.
I'll try and wrap this up. We wake up sunday, go over our experiences together, scott recalls making out with someone, there were like 4 of 8 that remember this girl, nobody knows for sure if she was attractive. I didn't remember her, i was pretty much blacked out during the whole bar scene. on the way home me and tim stop at casino, i lose 40. I've got thirty dollars to last me until may. kinda tight. I get home, eat some food, watch some movies, and just feel great about the whole weekend. If anyone wants a picture of me passed out in Arlynn's bed, i can do that. I get a kick out of the picture, hopefully you will too. I love you all, and goodnight.
Quite possibly the longest paragraphed post ever by me.
I played ball in the afternoon, it was fun. I played more ball at night. Also a good time. At about 11:00, we get back from playing ball, and jeremy feels like having a beer, so he grabs one, colin has his only one in his fridge. There's about 10 of us, and about 8 beer. The comment is made that the beer tastes exceptionally good. This is how it began.
So someone goes off on a beer run at about 11:30. They get back a little after 12, and there's no beer, all the places are closed. This sucked alot. So we all think about what we can do, we looked into buying a texas mickey of rum off of a guy but no dice. We all ended up going to our rooms and getting all the alcohol we had, we end up with orange and raspberry vodka's, two bottles of champagne, a bottle of gin, a half mickey (you'd call it a pint) of southern comfort, and about 6 more beers. So we just got pretty hammed. It was a good time. At about 3, and waking up everyone in res, pretty much, we get threatened with contacts and told to leave the first floor lounge. Our plan is to go outside, get high, then move on to second floor lounge. A few people sign off for the night go home, and the rest of us head outside. I soon become absolutely blasted. I'm laughing at everything, it was pretty damn good. About an hour later, maybe 5:00. We go to tim hortons. First we go hot box the car, then we go to tim's, try to act normal. This was pretty good. Then we go back to res, put in rounders. and watch that. Then i sleep. I wake up at quarter to 4, run down to class, leave class at 5:20, come to the computer lab, and type this up.
Nothing really exciting happened last night, but the fact that it came out of nowhere makes it pretty neat for me.
Tim is the funniest person on the planet.
This started as a comment on someone's blog, but i thought i'd fire it up here.
I like thinking, sometimes it makes me happy.
I've been thinking that i'd be different (i like to say special) compaired to the 9 other people too. I've had this sort of unfounded overall confidence in myself since JAAC. I dont think it's possible for someone to convince me that i'm not different, not important, not special. And i'm happy to keep it that way, everyone should think they stand out. I'm glad to hear you think that you do too.
But i dont think you should necessarily think that you're smarter then those 9 people. I've often had thoughts that the majority of people are void of any real personality, but every once in a while i'm surprised by someone. I have to think that i'm smarter then you in just as many different ways as you're smarter then me. Thinking less of the average person without getting to know them isn't fair to them, even though it certainly is a fun thought to hold on to for a while.
that's just my two cents.
There's alot of good albums coming up, i'm excited. Matt Good, march 4, Radiohead was supposed to come out marchish. Howie day was scheduled third quarter, but i havn't heard anything new.
I played basketball today, it was alot of fun, i'm playing again in a few hours.
dave, as far as i can tell you, i'm up 11. And i havn't even hit the gym yet. All fat baby.
I wonder how many people have websites on the net that talk about how they thought a girl liked them, and that something would happen with said girl.
I'm more then a little pleased with the context of the word said.
While eating breakfast today, in a semi crouded room, i cracked up when i realized that the reason i thought this girl was fond of me was because she offered me a burrito. I dare you not to chuckle.
Anyway, she said something about wishing she was drunk, i offered her a few beer, cause i had some left over, i brought them up, and we drank two each. we were watching snl, laughing, enjoying each other's company as far as i could tell. She was wearing a long skirt, and i thought that was pretty cool.
The whole thing went downhill when a few other people came in the lounge, she shuffled next to me on the couch, but there was pretty much nothing the rest of the night, the eye contact and the ackward pauses disapeared. And one stupid guy stayed the whole time, and even went back to his room to get another movie after the movie on tv was over. Girl went and got pillows and a blanket. we were all under it, her in the middle of course. Story losing momentum, going nowhere really. And i'm spent.
In other news, matthew good concert, March 23, simon arsenault, third row, tender.
it's nice how an evening previously full of frustration over bordom and self disapointment can quickly turn into smiles. I should just stay awake till i'm happy every night. I'm listening to Everybody hurts by REM right now. And i'm in michelle's room, cause she's out at some dude's house for the evening (pst.. i think they're F-ing). But yeah, it's all good. i just played guitar for about 4 hours, and it was the first good stretch i've done in a while. There was a point where i just jammed for like 20 minutes continuous, and the things i was playing changed frequently. Nothing really matched other stuff (but it didn't really contrast either), i'd just slide from one thing to another, change the tempo, and keep banging away.
It was beautiful.
During this 4 hour span, i was in the tv lounge, seemingly far from all other people living in res. and i'm not sorry to say that i sang along with my play. And i dont think i'm being presumptuous when i say i sounded better then unacceptable (more precise way of saying 'not bad').
Earlier today, i was wondering if my perpose in life is to be happy, and if possible to make others happy, or to make others happy and if possible to be happy too. It was a tough call.
I think the thing that made me happy was a combination of putting on the Beck album that i havn't listened to in way too long, and reading through the book i had people sign during grade 12 graduation. It was neat to see what the likes of carley and kent had written in it. Both before becoming the stellar level of friends that we are now. Carley talked about the play we were in, and kent discribed how he wasted space on the page which he was writing on, and suggested that someday we go bowling. I must admit, that book made me smile more then once. I'm glad i brought it from home. I'm also glad i decided to get another one for when i leave this place. I hope i never consiter myself too old for this.
On michelle's computer, "the right stuff" by our good friends, the new kids on the block, has just started. ah, the memories.
So, what else can i talk about, before finally deciding it's time for bed. Monday night i won 165$ playing poker in the lounge. that was cool. I'm gambling my way out of being poor. I think someday i'm going to write some strongly worded emails to a large pile of people from good old colonel gray. Strongly worded doesn't necessarily indicate badness. It's just going to be rather to the point. I figure i've got nothing to lose. And i dont really have anything important to say to anyone here. And i feel like keeping thoughts in my head isn't going to get me anywhere.
Okay, i've got some sort of a question to ask... What makes a blog good? The blogs that i consiter to be good (vince's, will's, dave's, aine's come to mind) are consitered as such by me because i find them interesting to read. And i'm not sure if mine is also interesting. Although not of late, i think vince's often has pretty solid stories, i find will brings some good points to subjects i'd not normally think about, i have more respect for dave and his words then anyone else that comes to mind, and aine... well, i think i just have an oddly large interest in the life and times and thoughts of this girl. Feel free to ask, cause i dont really know my way around it myself.
But anyway, these blogs, i dont know if they're good, a pleasure to read, because these people have interesting lives and minds, or if they're just talented writers. And i suppose i just am wondering if i fit into either of these catagories. I dont think i have an interesting life, but i think i do have an interesting mind. I'm certainly a fan of my inner thoughts. As far as maybe having writing tallents, i wouldn't be surprised, but i wouldn't go entering contests.
by the way, i just heard a song called "i kissed a drunk girl" and i found it amusing. you might too. It's about a guy who kissed a drunk girl (no, i'm not kidding. fuck you and your sarcasm) and likes her, but struggles with thoughts that he could've been any other guy and she would've kissed him. Although i stand by my thought that i enjoyed it, now that an actual song ("beautiful day") has come on, i'm thinking that the comparison is making me not want to recommend it anymore.
So anyway, i may have touched on all my concerns about blog quality.
I just had a thought that i could sleep in michelle's bed, just because i'd put myself in a position of explaining tomorrow, and that could be fun/funny. It'd be like challenging myself to get out of the jam. One might say i'd be throwing my heart ahead of myself. Good quote by the way.
i'm gone, i'm going to listen to "in the air tonight" then hustle home to bed. I'll catch you all on the proverbial flip side.
I feel like everyone expects me to be happy all the time.
Due to popular request (a whole one person!) i'm going to talk about my valentine's day.
I played basketball, at 11:30 am, it went quite well, my team won. It's intramural basketball, and it's going to be quite a little tournament, there's only 5 teams, and most are stacked with a few OUC basketballers, including my team. And the teams without ouc players, are still good, commonly including people that are only not on the team cause they're lacking in the smarts (you need to pass 3 courses to play on the team).
After basketball, i didn't go to statistics (12:30 to 1:30). And then i played some poker with the guys, lost 8$, nothing serious. stopped playing at about 4 cause i had to go to singing lessons. I thought that the singing lessons went pretty well. So i was happy with that.
When i got back from singing lessons, i went to find stephen, cause the two of us and ryan would be playing at the well that night. It was looked forward to, cause i love playing with those guys, ryan has seriously written some nice songs. I'm told by a few people that they'll show up, nobody did, but no worries, i'm dead serious when i tell you that it was their loss.
Stephen is working on homework or some junk, so i go back home, talk to paulette for a bit on the msn, for the first time ever, i ask someone to be my valentine, paulette says she will. I'm quite pleased.I go back to room, play some guitar. Stephen and Ryan get me, we go jam through our songs, decide to play 5 instead of all 8, cause stephen has to pack and catch a bus at 11, and it's like 20 to 9. So we jam a little, go to the well, play our music, it goes nearly flawless. When leaving i had a guy come up to me to tell me "you guys rocked" and another guy as we go says "can i leave too?". It was nice to see how much we owned the place. Someone asked us to play at some peace rally, it was cool, but the guys are both going somewhere for the weeklong break that i'm now in. So that was sort of a bummer, but damn, what a complement.
After the playing of the music, i walk back home, and i see ryan and natasha, and i play them a few songs in the hallway, they ask me if i'd like to go to the casino. What's a boy to do? So after already being convinced i wasn't going out, i'm proved wrong, and i'm handed two rum and cokes (in water bottles) and i slam them in the limo ride. We get to the casino, and after losing 60 at varius tables, i bring a twenty to the Pai-Gou. And i cut it up, it was a beautiful thing, won back my 60 that i'd lost and an additional twenty. Then i go to the clubs, get myself two free shots, dance a little. The cab home. The bar was far less then spectacular.
Last night i'm supposed to get hosed, it was going to be fun, but it didn't work out so well, cause i went to supper with some people, and missed out on some good drinking time, i got home at 8, went to the ball game, got back at like 10:30, met a few really cool guys, drank about 7 beer, and went off to the bars at 12. Me and one of the cool guys i met named dave were hanging at the bar, going from group of girls to group of girls, trying to dance with them, it was really fun, and i'm realizing that i should dance with strangers more often. I dance with these 2 cute girls for a while, i can't tell if one of them likes me, or if both of them like me, or if neither of them like me. This hopefully will come with experience interacting with the opposite sex. So yeah, i dance with them a while, when i'm dancing close with one of them, the other one doesn't try to "save" her, which is one thing i've noticed girls do when they're dealing with unwanted attention. One girl danced with some other guy close for a while, then comes back to me and says "i asked him if he knew you, and he didn't" which led me to thinking that she wasn't interested in the guy she was with, she was thinking about little old me. Which was a nice thought. They end up saying they've got to go, and i said nothing of any importance, which sucked. I thought about asking for a number, but i decided that was "gay". So i didn't. In hindsight, i should've asked where they were from, and say that i hoped to see them again. That would've been good of me.
When talking like this i feel pretty lame, cause i really dont know what the heck i'm doing. But at the same time, i'm writing about my feelings on the internet, that's not exactly cool dude rock style anyway. Course, bottom line, is that i'm listening to Long December, and i'm looking at pictures of cool friends on the wall, and i'm happy as the red bellied newt in the tank about 3 feet away. and i feel that the newt is rather happy.
Have a good week everyone.
I just worked something out with my calculus teacher, i did about half of the first assignment, and got 13/30 and then i didn't do the second assignment.
And now i just talked to him, and he said that if i do far better in the tests then in the assignments then he'll look at those when making my mark. This is really a good thing. However, I have a midterm on thursday, so i've gotta get the fuck going. If i dont do well in this, then a variety of bad things will happen.
The essay due tomorrow that i havn't started isn't going to help.
I'm a good student.
My name is simon, and i have a problem.
I think i speak for everyone involved when i say that was some crazy shit.
The game is between the sheets. The way she works is as follows, everyone ante's two dollars. Then two cards are placed down, if the person who's turn it is would like to place a bet on the following card being between the two, then the person may do so, with the maximum bet being the value in the pot. If one of the two cards up is again turned up, then he's "hit the post" and must pay double of his bet. Terms like I'll pot it, or "half pot" are common place. The game started getting out of hand with $20 pots. this was nothing.
So yeah, i'm looking at about 9$, i half pot it, lose, then it's 13.50, jeremy pots it, hits the post, the pot is now about 40. tim passes (cause his cards were close together, small chance of getting it "between the sheets". I bet twenty, lose. I'm now in for 90$. I forget the order of the ensueing bets, but by the time it got built up nicely. I had a sheet of iou paper for 20$, jeremy had an iou for $50, and tim had an iou for $80. Not to mention a second iou of mine, for one hundred ten dollars, Then there's a bunch of coin in the pot as well. It was worth slightly over $300. It was hardcore, everyone was nervous as heck, wild stuff. I end up winning it. which is good, cause about 140 of it was mine. As it turns out, with the night over, tim owes me 135, and jeremy 30.
I am not really tired, but there's only 5 hours till my stats class, so i really should sleep some.
My name is simon, and i have a problem. that should be a title, just a sec.
Okay, that's done. I've gotta get shut eye. ttyl everyone.
So, have i done anything interesting in the past few days, i'm tempted to say no. And yet, i find myself here.
Thursday night was fantastic, and i'll tell you why. I was talking to arlynn and janna on msn. Yeah, i know, good night? you ask. msn? i can hear the scoffing. but yeah, it was solid.
Now, i'll take a moment to mention that the whole dialogue that i faked above is something that i'm pretty disapointed in. It should've been ommitted. one m or two, i dont know.
So yeah, stayed up late talking to two of my favorite girls, and at about 2:30 i went up to janna's room to give her a hug. And i stayed for about a half hour to watch the rest of the truman show.
Friday, i did poorly on a midterm.
Friday evening, i planned on not going out, but michelle and julia said that i should go bowling, i thought it sounded like fun. They said they were going at 11. So at about 6 i sit down to watch some tv, and i wake up at around 8:30, when some people come in the room to watch a movie, so i watch that movie, go upstairs at about 20 after 10, to ask about bowling, and i find out that the plan was for drunken bowling. Okay, no problems, my evening's plans are still intact, i just need a few drinks. I get myself some gin and tonic, and drink up. At about 10 to 11, ryan and albert come in with some standard drunken comments "Simon!! What the fuck're you doing!?" i told them that i'd planned on going bowling. who goes bowling? they ask, so yeah, now i'm going to the casino, and then to the bars. I was still thinking bowling over bars, but then they threw down the casino card. and i had to play.
If i didn't start a new paragraph now, it may not have happened.
I go to some friends' place. Arlynn, Dusty, Krystle. And i hang out there, drink a bit, still not much though, and i meet some cool people, girls mostly. Sky and Erica agree that i'm cute. Sky and Albert are there, and they've been dating for some time, and they're fairly notorious for pdas. (public displays of affection). Normally when albert is playing poker, she'll be on his lap, and they'll kiss a few times a hand, sometimes she'll start sucking on his tounge or something. But meh, it happens. They've had sex in many many public places. She gave him a hummer on the dance floor of splashes. Yeah, so anyway, they're there, and make things half interesting. They're both quite attractive if it matters. And they're both drunk. So a few highlights included pretending to have sex on crystle's bed. (which had albert's pants pulled down enough to make it plausable), sky putting albert's fly down and asking a few girls if anyone wanted to see his dick. Wow, speaking of way the fuck off topic.
So i meet some people, and one of them is quite a cute girl, who appears to show some sort of interest in me. More thoughts along the line of he's funny, or he's cute, then of i'd like to have physical relations with him. Same sort of attention you'd give to a cute rabbit. Or that's the way my thinking goes.
I was under the impression (and you may have been too) that i was building towards something. But as i recall my memories of the evening, there's no metaphorical punchline awaiting (metaphorical because this isn't a joke, this is a story). So yeah, looks like i've gotten the writing out of my system, so i'll just kinda say what's left.
This cute girl offered me $5 to dance on a table, i turned her down. She continued to grin at me most of the night, including comments like "he's so little".
Some other girl tapped me on the shoulder and said that i was adoreable, and she was looking at me like the alley would've been a fine choice of scenario. I felt more complemented then anything else. But wasn't interested.
Arlynn at one point asked how i was doing, i said "okay" or something else that wasn't very enthusiastic. She said "you're not sad because of me are you?" i chuckled, said no. "if you're upset cause of something i did, then i'm sorry". What? uh, no. it's fine.
I danced a few times with her. twice with sky. the second time was really brief cause some bouncers and some guy that apparently was part of the hell's angels were all hitting on her, inviting her to some party that she could only go to if she arived with him. It was kinda funny, i got a kick out of it anyway, even when the guy cut in on us and kinda treated me like the nobody i appeared to be.
When i was leaving i gave lana one of my t-shirts, cause all she had on was a bikini top (it was beach party night, there was lots of that) And the cute girl was there, and seemed impressed that i was a nice guy. I saw her again when i was going to my drive, I was kind of on a roll for being a nice guy, so i gave up my seat in the car to someone, and hopped in the trunk, so we could all ride comfortably. Holly bought me a burger for my efforts though, so it all worked out.
I decided i'm going to ask krystle or dusty about who this tall blond girl was, i've told myself that rejection is the worst case scenario, and it's honestly not bad at all. Sobeys was a great memory for a friend of mine, and it's all in all a tale of rejection, but it's so much more. courage, valour. good show.
saturday i did nothing.
Here's a fork, you know the drill.
The jam thing was cancelled, or delayed i should say, till valentines day. Will i play there? Seeing as how i have no female attachments, it's likely i will. Even downs have their ups.
I had one of those really easy computer science classes where the teacher taught everything 8 times, and last class was a midterm, so anything i didn't catch, i'll catch later.
The moral of this story is that i had lots of time to doodle and think and write down quotes and hum songs to myself. The following is something that i came up with, and i'm rather a fan of it.
Routine is suicide.
If you change, you may miss the life you're leaving, but at least you'll stop taking it for granted.
Question. Do you marry the perfect friend or the perfect lover?
This was in an email quiz deal. The answer from the person who sent it to me said lover. I would think friend. I'm wondering what everyone's thoughts are.
So yeah, on to some sort of decent thing to talk about. I'm going to jam with a few guys tomorrow, It's an acoustic duo that they've got going, which is what first interested me. But the weird thing is that they want me to play bass. Contrairy to the fact that i've not done such a task, i'll see what i can do. We're jamming tomorrow night at like 9, and thursday night, which is the following day, we're going to play at a coffee house. That's less time then me and chris took to prepare. By about 13 days. But i'm excited.
I've opened up to a pair of people, and unfortionately the lack of positive results may discourage me from continuing this in the future. But there's still time for positive results, i'm just impatient.
i erased alot of this post. it was pointless stuff. y'know. like feelings.
If I was wrong
Would it be okay
Well I can see holes in everyone
A change of season.
i had a great weekend. (kent, i didn't go see her, dont get your hopes up) A great great weekend. My room is messy, my school work couldn't be less started, but nothing of this sort matters.
Thursday night, first night on the job, i go out for about an hour and a half, working with colin (each taking one side of the street) and we both are empty handed after about a half hour of rain and cold. But i'm not not having fun, so y'know. It's really all good. Finally, i get this guy, and he says sure, I'd like that, and i'm pumped as heck, colin is at the end of the drive way pumping his fists, i'm all grins. It was such an acomplishment. After i get the contact, i go across the street and keep rolling. and i knock on a door, and this absolutely stunning girl answers. I believe i said something along the lines of "buh.... buh..." But i can't be certain. Eventually, i announce enthusiastically, "I'm Simon!" Followed by a small pause as she wants me to get to the point. "uh, i'm here from college pro painters blah blah etc". And yeah, i got through the rest of it. "my dad gets home tomorrow night" was the response, "would you like to come in for hot sex" would've been the logical follow up, but she didn't say it. her loss.
So yeah, i was thinking of her for the next little while, colin ends up getting a contact about 25 minutes later, then i get a second one. and we call it a night. We go to the Q-Club, which is a pool hall sorta place, and the company paid for beer and wings and whatever else i wanted. So i had a good time there, played some good pool, drank some good beer. For the first time ever, from the word go, i cleared the table. It was sweet, i felt sharklike. Then we (team simon-colin) proceeded to lose a bunch of games, but y'know. who cares. I get home, play some poker, lose thirty, write post.
{insert} I just thought i'd say that through friday, i'd planned on going to that hot girl's house and asking her out, but i never did it, either because it was a 40 minute walk that my present company wasn't going to join me for, or cause i'm a sally. I like to think it's the first, but unless presented with a situation where there's no 40 minute walk, i'll never really know if i would've done it. of course i say yes i would've. But i dont know.
Friday, i didn't plan on drinking, but arlynn invited me over to her place with a bundle of people to drink and stuff. And they were going out to get some alcohol, so i went too. I picked up some bombay saphire (i feel like i aughta say something, but there's nothing there... 135 is my start, i'll say that). A two-six of it. And we get back to the quad. For those of you who dont know, a quad is sort of an apartment with a kitchen and living room, and 4 separate rooms. It's a popular choice for college students at OUC. it's in the monashee building. Which is a stone's throw away from my Simi Building. anyhoo, back to our regularly scheduled programming.
I start the drinking off with some vodka mixed in a blender with ice cream, and some rootbeer. It tasted good, so i added more vodka so it wouldn't. That's an honest sentance, and it's a shame. After that, i got into some gin and tonic. And it didn't taste bad. I played a drinking game, there were 5 girls and 2 guys, so they picked on us. made rules and shit that had guys drink double what any girl drank. I went through 2 glasses in no time at all. I spent some time in arlynn's room, listening to music, I've got the girl hooked on some "she says" action. So anyway, Arlynn has a cd player, which is blaring out some rap or something, cause it's a party, y'know... and i'm trying to hear the tunes that i've got coming out of the computer speakers, so i'm holding them up to my ears so i can hear it. And janna walks in, and i'm going to town, singing along to some jack johnson song or something and she laughs, and then slows down, no... wait... she was just taking a deep breath so she could 'really' laugh. Anyway, she calls arlynn in the room, it's decided that i'm cute. And she turns off the rap, arlynn sits on my lap, and we listen to some counting crows or something. Janna gets a camera, takes a picture and then that little episode is over.
I go back to living room, where there's now a large croud that i didn't know of, and they're playing more games, someone takes a sip from my cup and says something about how aweful it is. I realize it's mine, and polish it off. I think that was my third, something like that. On either note, i didn't drink too too much, but i felt like i drank tonnes. Yeah, i spelled that metrically. So yeah, i go throw up. go back out to the party, go back to bathroom, ralph. Go lie down in arlynn's bed, lean out her third story window, launch a bit more. there's a few people cheering me on, hoping i hit a lower window. I'd rather be alone though. But still, at least it wasn't mocking. I always feel stupid when i yack.
I wake up, it's 8:30. I always wake up early after drinking, it never fails. arlynn walks in, she has yet to go to sleep. I'm told i passed out at like 12:30. hehe, what can ya do. Arlynn hops in bed with me, tosses her arm around me, her head on my shoulder. I dont know how many of you remember this, but there's been times when i describe this as my most satisfying, happy, and comfortable position. I tell her that I used to be crazy about her. How i went home and told everyone about this amazing girl. stuff like that. She said something like "but you dont like me anymore". I say no. I look at her. "But i still think you're awesome." hug. Something like that anyway, i was still half drunk so i might be piecing these random events (which did happen) together into what would make for a really touching moment, but never really happened. I do know that innitially responded with 'no'. so yeah... after she lies in bed for about a half hour, I go and get us each a glass of water, stop off at the bathroom to puke. Come back probably 10 minutes later. She asks how i'm doing, i say great or something quite possitive like that. we lie down together for another little while. she gets up. and goes to make breakfast. I think about whether i like her for a little while. Decide i dont. In a way i'm disapointed, she deserves to be liked by all. But still it's all good.
she comes back with hashbrowns, eggs, toast, and a fruit smoothy thing she made. I didn't touch any of it. I later apoligised for not eating the food she gave me, she says that it's better left in the plate then spewed all over her room. This is true.
I'd probably chalk this up to one of my worst hangovers. I felt like if i ate anything, or stood up, that i'd be close to being sick again. I hung out at arlynn's for a while, then i go back to simi, watch some tv, shower, and when i get back to my room, there's a message from tim, asking if i'm still up for going to penticton, and that he'd leave around 4. Hell yeah i'm up for it. But i'll need more alcohol, cause even the sight of the gin is queezy. So yeah, we're going to penticton, neither of us really know where to go, but tim has a far better idea then i do. After we drive for about 40 minutes, we seem to be in a town, is this penticton tim asks, i have no idea tim, i reply. "To McDonalds!" said neither of us, but we still went. We drive through, and at the speaker, tim asks if he can just talk to the person up at the window, the response was a shaky "yes" I ask tim to get me a water when we're there. She seemed worried, and not knowing what the deal was, if there was a deal. We get there, and tim says, "is this penticton?" the girl chuckles, "no". Tim then says "uh... okay... can i have a water then?". I found this to be pretty funny. We keep going along the road, and like 5 minutes later, penticton is in sight.
We go to colin's house, it's about 6. His mom makes us steak and spaghetti. Wow. Good food. We go to the local liquer establishment, and i decide i'll drink beer, and steer clear of the hard stuff. (note: i resisted the urge to keep that rhyme going, example "i'll drink beer, and steer clear of the fearing the tear jeer. weird) I ask tim, what beer should i get. Tim points me to an 8 pack of some stuff. I didn't know the name, it worked for me, when we get to the registar, tim is laughing, what's funny? i ask, he points at me, "i can't believe you're going to drink ______". alas, i'd been taken a fool of. Some variety of extra strong beer was being put into the plastic bag along with the canadian i'd gotten colin. Tim ended up being disapointed that he didn't get me the 8% beer that he later discovered, but was satisfied with what i had. So was i, as it turned out, it didn't taste so bad.
So yeah, we are joined by other kelowna folk, and all have drinks and share stories about chicks and stuff. I didn't really have any stories, but that's okay, it was mostly tim talking. We're all laughing. At one point, we have a big cheers, and everyone stands up. i forget what it was for, but after we all bring up our glasses together and start sipping tim says "not even a clink" cause we'd all missed him. And i'd say you'd have to be there, to find it funny. but it was hysterical. Both colin and Jeremy spat out their beer cause they couldn't stop laughing. and they both hit tim with there beer, so he starts going off. Me and scorchy couldn't stop laughing. It was too funny.
Before i go to the bar, i check email, i got a forward from courtney, and write her back, i may have said some things. Alcohol does that.
So we're walking to the bar, and colin and scorch want to go break down a fence. I'm not going to try to explain why. It may have had somethign to do with alcohol. But yeah, colin takes a big run at it, nothing happens, scorch ran at it, and broke a bit of it, it was a tall (about 7 feet) wooden fence, with the top foot or so being lattice work. Colin then ran at it again, and busted through a whole segment of it. we all took off laughing and the sort.
What else, what else... scott walked through a stream, that there was a small bridge over, I think stream is too small a word, but river is too big a word. On either note, his feet and part up his shin was soaked, and his feet were also fairly muddy. It was funny cause it was on the way to the bars. not on the way home. I dont remember much of the bars, but i do know that the last one we went in, we were there for about 2 hours, and i remember about 5 minutes of it. And i left with my mouth tasting like vomit. I have no recollection of being sick, but it must've happened. I hope it was in the bathroom in the toilette. But i can only guess. Then we all walk to pita pit and the person working there, (who i recall calling a bitch) suggested that i dont get tuna because tuna doesn't taste good when one is drunk. I guess i felt pretty confident about my tuna. Cause that's what i got in the long run. I thought it was great. But yeah, me, tim and colin were walking back to colin's house, and we punched some guys camper, a bit, and he was on his front steps, and then yelled at us, so we all ran like mad. Then colin said he had to pee, and that me and tim should keep walking. about 30 seconds later, colin flys by us. We both start laughing and take off after him yelling "what'd you do? whats' up?" He says "i hit another fence" laughter.
I'll try and wrap this up. We wake up sunday, go over our experiences together, scott recalls making out with someone, there were like 4 of 8 that remember this girl, nobody knows for sure if she was attractive. I didn't remember her, i was pretty much blacked out during the whole bar scene. on the way home me and tim stop at casino, i lose 40. I've got thirty dollars to last me until may. kinda tight. I get home, eat some food, watch some movies, and just feel great about the whole weekend. If anyone wants a picture of me passed out in Arlynn's bed, i can do that. I get a kick out of the picture, hopefully you will too. I love you all, and goodnight.
Quite possibly the longest paragraphed post ever by me.