So today, i get up, a little hung over, nothing serious. I had my second of four bananas. I think i'll continue to buy them, they're good.
First step, i go to financial services, i was pretty happy with how it went today, i have to mail something to someone now, to prove that i'm still enrolled at a university full time. No word on when to expect the new student loan. And apparently i have to pay interest on the old ones before i can get a new one, because even though my student loan application has been accepted, i need a different sort of form to send to tell the student loan folks again that i'm still a student.
So i go to my class, and it went quite well. I didn't know what the teacher was doing exactly, and i couldn't reproduce it for the life of me if i had to do it now. But i havn't been to a class since i didn't go to the midterm, and it really didn't seem very advanced. So hopefully i'll be able to get my student loan in mid to late november, and then i can buy the text book, and try and take three weeks or so to learn the course before i have to write the final. The final which is worth 90%.
Leaving my class, i went to find some food. I had about $12 in my bank account. I was first thinking of saving money, and buying a bagel for $2, and having a glass of water or something. But i figured it would be worth it to buy myself a good meal for a change. The 'Chef's Special' was some sort of pasta dish, which looked quite good, and it was served with fish and chips, and came with soup and a small pop (or milk, in my case) and was $5.80. well worth it, i figured.
After having my portions of food layed out in a styrafoam (sp?) container, i poured myself some soup. I put in a little too much and had some trouble with the soup lid, so i had a few spoonfuls. I then got the lid on, and went to pay for my food.
I was informed by the cashier that i had the wrong size of soup, and unless i was prepaired to pay $2 more, i'd have to go get a small size. I asked what i should do with the excess soup, and i was told to pour it back.
This was a temperary predicament, seeing as how i'd sampled the soup. But i took the big bowl of soup back to where it came. I got the small soup container, and to my absolute delight, the large bowl of soup fit entirely in the small soup container. "Your tyrany is no more, you evil sprited soup fiends", i thought. And i proudly threw out the large container and walked back to the line up.
"i'm sorry, we dont take debit"
"oh, well... is there a nearby..." my words stopped short. With only $12 in my account, there was no way i could withdraw a twenty. I was honestly devastated.
I walked back to where the food was handed out, and explained to a kind chef how i had no way to pay for the food. He went out back and brought a young woman with him. I told her the same story, and she asked "do you have any friends who can pay for you?"
"no," i sighed. Then i followed with "no friends here," spoken almost to myself. "I'm sure you can find someone else to sell it to."
So i left, walked back towards the center of campus, still tasting traces of the fantastic soup that i was able to sample while fitting on the lid. There was a high of -2 today, and i was in a brutal mood.
From here i went to a small store with the intent of buying a packaged sandwich. I found some, and picked egg salad, knowing that it's traditionally the most affordable.
I took out by debit card at the cash.
"I'm sorry, it's a three dollar minimum"
I look at the registar. The sandwich had come to $2.77. I look back at her. I had no intention of saying anything.
"i'll let you go this time," she says, with a tone that seemed to imply "but next time, you wont be so lucky."
I came surprisingly close to saying "well, aren't you just my guardian fucking angel," but i decided against it. It was obviously the right call, cause after i got some food in me, i settled down a fair bit.
I'm not sure if anyone wondered why i asked for no comments yesterday. I'm sure there's a good chance that very few people had read the blog between yesterday and today, but i think i'll clear up that request all the same.
Yesterday, i was in a terrible mood after finding out about the audition. And while writing the post, i started to think that it was possible that people would leave comments saying things like "i think you're good" or "dont give up" or something like that. I asked for no comments because i didn't think i was deserving of comments like that, after displaying such whiny behaviour. It would be like rewarding me for being a bitchy loser, and that wouldn't have been right.
In 50 minutes, i'm going to my english class, and sean will be there. So that might be odd, consitering he was one of the people on the panel who decided i wasn't good enough to play the coffee house.
In this computer lab, the computers alternate front and back along some long tables, and upon seeing the back of the two computers adjacent to mine, i can see that they have sound cards which are going completely unused. The sound card i used to have, i put in my mom's computer, cause i thought it'd be better for recording then the onboard sound would be. So i did a quick scan of the room, and there's a few computers in the corner which are not in view of the camera, so i entertained myself with thoughts of stealing a sound card for a few moments.
I think that's all i've got for today, my apologies for the depressing vibe, but if it's any consolation, i think it's pretty funny that alot of people are going to read about my lunch today in such great detail.
later y'all.
I felt pretty good getting up, listened to tracks 6,7,8 on underdogs while in the shower. Definately enjoyed. I went downstairs following my shower, it was about 2:30 or so, i had some toast, played some guitar, turned on the tv at three something, and noted that the white stripes were live on much, on from 3 to four, so i watched that for about 50 minutes, till it was over, and druring whtich i wrote a neat riff, i was happy.
then at about 5 tony came downstarits and handed me the phone, it was someone from ottawa u, and they told me that my audition wasn't good enough, and that there was another open mic next semsester.
So naturally, i did all i could do, i put on some pasta and i poured myself a rye and iced tea, it's all that there really was to offer.
So now i'm half in the bag, it's 7:26, and i am no longer so wide eyed and full.
no comments, please.
SWELL.
My original plan was to write 'well put' but i hit the caps and the s by accident, and i'm not about to delete a word such as swell.
I would assume that nobody was expecting me to come back with a 'well, i've made my decision' post. And that's good, cause that kind of post isn't coming. I just wanted more points of view to look at, and i got them. swell.
I saw matrix last night, and i didn't really enjoy it that much, i mean, some of the action was good, and the trilogy ended and all, but as far as a memorable movie goes, i wasn't treated to one. Except for a few lines worth thinking about, I wouldn't put this movie (or the second one, if we're keeping track) as any better then some regular action movie, like charlie's angels. I thought the first was good though, cause at the time, it was somewhat ahead of its' time. And it really is a well written plot.
But seriously folks, 28 days later. Now, that's a good movie. Really very good. The first time i watched it, i was really impressed with the music. At 1:37 the music starts. And it's not really noticable right away, unless you're looking for it. By the time it's 1:42 (or so) the music has built itself up pretty well, and the feeling to it is amazing. First time i saw it, i was sober. and i told myself, that before we returned the movie, i'd have to watch it again high. and the second time we watched it, at about 1:25 i headed downstairs for a g-bong. And talk about intense. The climax of the movie is really really good. I'll leave it at that, i guess.
Tonight, we went out for wings, celebrating chad's birthday. They were good. Pretty much not worth mentioning though. There was one point where people laughed. Someone was talking about the family guy with norm as death. And the line came up where he put the drumstick in his mouth, and brought it out, and it was just the bone, and he says "there were some films i did when i was younger that i'm not particularly proud of". Something to that effect. The comment that was laughed at: "you know what's not funny though... gay sex". I mean, it's obviously very rude, and i really have no problem with that sexual preferance, but i laughed. and if you were there, you may have.
sham on.
which are good? which are bad?
drugs drugs drugs.
ask your mom, or ask your dad.
there's lots of other drugs that sure have a flaw,
watch it now man, they're trouble with the law.
words might be wrong, they're from memory. and i dont remember the words talking about the good drugs.
Well, i'm sitting here, and tony comes to ask me if i'm up for some bots. I'm sure many of you know what i mean, but possibly not all. This is a way of smoking hash.
Now, i said i would likely see them down there later, but before that, i had a small talk with tony, and this is basically what my post will be about.
I go through this train of thought fairly often, and i really hope people will comment on it. Because i have not come anywhere near reaching a conclusion.
It seems that i'm constantly in a position where i can choose to either get high, or not get high. And a large majority of these times, i choose to get high. This is not a fast or not thought out decision. My deciding factor tends to be that i'll be home for the night anyway, i might as well enjoy myself. Which isn't saying i dont enjoy myself if i'm sober, it's just a hightened feeling. so i dont have much of a reason not to.
However, i often wake up thinking that i didn't necessarily need to smoke the night before. And i think to myself, "tonight, i wont smoke, i'll just play guitar, or go for a walk." But why do i avoid smoking?
I know that growing up i was always against drugs. Alcohol included. I figured, i didn't need to smoke or drink anything to have a good time, so why would i. Now, i feel like i'm making the more intelegent decision, because i'm aware of what my night will bring me if i do smoke/drink, compared to if i dont.
But deep in my mind i'm sure there is still a voice telling me that drugs are bad. Even though conciously i dont accept it as an argument, i think that i'm often trying to come up with reasons to stop smoking.
I still think it'd be great if i'd meet some great girl, who wanted me to quit smoking. And that i'd lose her if i didnt. Cause then i'd have a reason to quit. Which is still all i need.
I planned to stop smoking for the month of november. And until november started, i truly believed that it would happen.
I should say that i have been smoking less in november, but not much less. And last night we did mushrooms so i was up all night, and i smoked alot of hash, and some weed.
Using words like hash still kinda sounds weird to me.
I dont know whether i want the regret to stop, or the habit.
I think we're going to throw on kill bill pretty soon, so i'll talk faster.
On halloween i went to see sloan, they were rock. in a very complete way. Amazing drums. Just amazing.
The opening band was so solid too, they seemed to be based around the basist pretty much, he was really good. But that's not a bad thing, i mean, alot of peppers is just the other musicians playing around flea. I could be wrong, but its true for some songs, anyway.
Me and chris went on a tear of song writing, and that's been keeping me in the best of spirits lately.
I'm auditioning on the 12th for an open mic on the 20th. That'll be pretty awesome. I'm playing road trippin with a guy in my english class. He's going to play the bass. It'll be rad, i hope.
Me and chris are probably also going to play a few tunes. Likely happy together, brick, and possibly a third thing. We'll see how that goes.
I had a really good weekend.
Tonight i found out that someone that used to live in the same residence as all these guys lives near by, and he has a drum set, he said that we could go over there and jam any time. And that he's getting a bass tomorrow. so that's pretty rad.
Later guys.
First step, i go to financial services, i was pretty happy with how it went today, i have to mail something to someone now, to prove that i'm still enrolled at a university full time. No word on when to expect the new student loan. And apparently i have to pay interest on the old ones before i can get a new one, because even though my student loan application has been accepted, i need a different sort of form to send to tell the student loan folks again that i'm still a student.
So i go to my class, and it went quite well. I didn't know what the teacher was doing exactly, and i couldn't reproduce it for the life of me if i had to do it now. But i havn't been to a class since i didn't go to the midterm, and it really didn't seem very advanced. So hopefully i'll be able to get my student loan in mid to late november, and then i can buy the text book, and try and take three weeks or so to learn the course before i have to write the final. The final which is worth 90%.
Leaving my class, i went to find some food. I had about $12 in my bank account. I was first thinking of saving money, and buying a bagel for $2, and having a glass of water or something. But i figured it would be worth it to buy myself a good meal for a change. The 'Chef's Special' was some sort of pasta dish, which looked quite good, and it was served with fish and chips, and came with soup and a small pop (or milk, in my case) and was $5.80. well worth it, i figured.
After having my portions of food layed out in a styrafoam (sp?) container, i poured myself some soup. I put in a little too much and had some trouble with the soup lid, so i had a few spoonfuls. I then got the lid on, and went to pay for my food.
I was informed by the cashier that i had the wrong size of soup, and unless i was prepaired to pay $2 more, i'd have to go get a small size. I asked what i should do with the excess soup, and i was told to pour it back.
This was a temperary predicament, seeing as how i'd sampled the soup. But i took the big bowl of soup back to where it came. I got the small soup container, and to my absolute delight, the large bowl of soup fit entirely in the small soup container. "Your tyrany is no more, you evil sprited soup fiends", i thought. And i proudly threw out the large container and walked back to the line up.
"i'm sorry, we dont take debit"
"oh, well... is there a nearby..." my words stopped short. With only $12 in my account, there was no way i could withdraw a twenty. I was honestly devastated.
I walked back to where the food was handed out, and explained to a kind chef how i had no way to pay for the food. He went out back and brought a young woman with him. I told her the same story, and she asked "do you have any friends who can pay for you?"
"no," i sighed. Then i followed with "no friends here," spoken almost to myself. "I'm sure you can find someone else to sell it to."
So i left, walked back towards the center of campus, still tasting traces of the fantastic soup that i was able to sample while fitting on the lid. There was a high of -2 today, and i was in a brutal mood.
From here i went to a small store with the intent of buying a packaged sandwich. I found some, and picked egg salad, knowing that it's traditionally the most affordable.
I took out by debit card at the cash.
"I'm sorry, it's a three dollar minimum"
I look at the registar. The sandwich had come to $2.77. I look back at her. I had no intention of saying anything.
"i'll let you go this time," she says, with a tone that seemed to imply "but next time, you wont be so lucky."
I came surprisingly close to saying "well, aren't you just my guardian fucking angel," but i decided against it. It was obviously the right call, cause after i got some food in me, i settled down a fair bit.
I'm not sure if anyone wondered why i asked for no comments yesterday. I'm sure there's a good chance that very few people had read the blog between yesterday and today, but i think i'll clear up that request all the same.
Yesterday, i was in a terrible mood after finding out about the audition. And while writing the post, i started to think that it was possible that people would leave comments saying things like "i think you're good" or "dont give up" or something like that. I asked for no comments because i didn't think i was deserving of comments like that, after displaying such whiny behaviour. It would be like rewarding me for being a bitchy loser, and that wouldn't have been right.
In 50 minutes, i'm going to my english class, and sean will be there. So that might be odd, consitering he was one of the people on the panel who decided i wasn't good enough to play the coffee house.
In this computer lab, the computers alternate front and back along some long tables, and upon seeing the back of the two computers adjacent to mine, i can see that they have sound cards which are going completely unused. The sound card i used to have, i put in my mom's computer, cause i thought it'd be better for recording then the onboard sound would be. So i did a quick scan of the room, and there's a few computers in the corner which are not in view of the camera, so i entertained myself with thoughts of stealing a sound card for a few moments.
I think that's all i've got for today, my apologies for the depressing vibe, but if it's any consolation, i think it's pretty funny that alot of people are going to read about my lunch today in such great detail.
later y'all.
I woke up today, on time, at about 7. It was raining, so i turned off my alarm and went back to bed. Nobody likes rain. except when it's warm summer rain. Take my word on it, this wasn't.
I felt pretty good getting up, listened to tracks 6,7,8 on underdogs while in the shower. Definately enjoyed. I went downstairs following my shower, it was about 2:30 or so, i had some toast, played some guitar, turned on the tv at three something, and noted that the white stripes were live on much, on from 3 to four, so i watched that for about 50 minutes, till it was over, and druring whtich i wrote a neat riff, i was happy.
then at about 5 tony came downstarits and handed me the phone, it was someone from ottawa u, and they told me that my audition wasn't good enough, and that there was another open mic next semsester.
So naturally, i did all i could do, i put on some pasta and i poured myself a rye and iced tea, it's all that there really was to offer.
So now i'm half in the bag, it's 7:26, and i am no longer so wide eyed and full.
no comments, please.
well, thanks for the responses gang. I was planning on writing some particular thanks, to some particular people. But that would hardly seem fair to the people that didn't get thanks. Cause they'd all be deserved.
SWELL.
My original plan was to write 'well put' but i hit the caps and the s by accident, and i'm not about to delete a word such as swell.
I would assume that nobody was expecting me to come back with a 'well, i've made my decision' post. And that's good, cause that kind of post isn't coming. I just wanted more points of view to look at, and i got them. swell.
I saw matrix last night, and i didn't really enjoy it that much, i mean, some of the action was good, and the trilogy ended and all, but as far as a memorable movie goes, i wasn't treated to one. Except for a few lines worth thinking about, I wouldn't put this movie (or the second one, if we're keeping track) as any better then some regular action movie, like charlie's angels. I thought the first was good though, cause at the time, it was somewhat ahead of its' time. And it really is a well written plot.
But seriously folks, 28 days later. Now, that's a good movie. Really very good. The first time i watched it, i was really impressed with the music. At 1:37 the music starts. And it's not really noticable right away, unless you're looking for it. By the time it's 1:42 (or so) the music has built itself up pretty well, and the feeling to it is amazing. First time i saw it, i was sober. and i told myself, that before we returned the movie, i'd have to watch it again high. and the second time we watched it, at about 1:25 i headed downstairs for a g-bong. And talk about intense. The climax of the movie is really really good. I'll leave it at that, i guess.
Tonight, we went out for wings, celebrating chad's birthday. They were good. Pretty much not worth mentioning though. There was one point where people laughed. Someone was talking about the family guy with norm as death. And the line came up where he put the drumstick in his mouth, and brought it out, and it was just the bone, and he says "there were some films i did when i was younger that i'm not particularly proud of". Something to that effect. The comment that was laughed at: "you know what's not funny though... gay sex". I mean, it's obviously very rude, and i really have no problem with that sexual preferance, but i laughed. and if you were there, you may have.
sham on.
drugs drugs drugs.
which are good? which are bad?
drugs drugs drugs.
ask your mom, or ask your dad.
there's lots of other drugs that sure have a flaw,
watch it now man, they're trouble with the law.
words might be wrong, they're from memory. and i dont remember the words talking about the good drugs.
Well, i'm sitting here, and tony comes to ask me if i'm up for some bots. I'm sure many of you know what i mean, but possibly not all. This is a way of smoking hash.
Now, i said i would likely see them down there later, but before that, i had a small talk with tony, and this is basically what my post will be about.
I go through this train of thought fairly often, and i really hope people will comment on it. Because i have not come anywhere near reaching a conclusion.
It seems that i'm constantly in a position where i can choose to either get high, or not get high. And a large majority of these times, i choose to get high. This is not a fast or not thought out decision. My deciding factor tends to be that i'll be home for the night anyway, i might as well enjoy myself. Which isn't saying i dont enjoy myself if i'm sober, it's just a hightened feeling. so i dont have much of a reason not to.
However, i often wake up thinking that i didn't necessarily need to smoke the night before. And i think to myself, "tonight, i wont smoke, i'll just play guitar, or go for a walk." But why do i avoid smoking?
I know that growing up i was always against drugs. Alcohol included. I figured, i didn't need to smoke or drink anything to have a good time, so why would i. Now, i feel like i'm making the more intelegent decision, because i'm aware of what my night will bring me if i do smoke/drink, compared to if i dont.
But deep in my mind i'm sure there is still a voice telling me that drugs are bad. Even though conciously i dont accept it as an argument, i think that i'm often trying to come up with reasons to stop smoking.
I still think it'd be great if i'd meet some great girl, who wanted me to quit smoking. And that i'd lose her if i didnt. Cause then i'd have a reason to quit. Which is still all i need.
I planned to stop smoking for the month of november. And until november started, i truly believed that it would happen.
I should say that i have been smoking less in november, but not much less. And last night we did mushrooms so i was up all night, and i smoked alot of hash, and some weed.
Using words like hash still kinda sounds weird to me.
I dont know whether i want the regret to stop, or the habit.
I recon the first thing worth mentioning since the last time i posted, would be halloween.
I think we're going to throw on kill bill pretty soon, so i'll talk faster.
On halloween i went to see sloan, they were rock. in a very complete way. Amazing drums. Just amazing.
The opening band was so solid too, they seemed to be based around the basist pretty much, he was really good. But that's not a bad thing, i mean, alot of peppers is just the other musicians playing around flea. I could be wrong, but its true for some songs, anyway.
Me and chris went on a tear of song writing, and that's been keeping me in the best of spirits lately.
I'm auditioning on the 12th for an open mic on the 20th. That'll be pretty awesome. I'm playing road trippin with a guy in my english class. He's going to play the bass. It'll be rad, i hope.
Me and chris are probably also going to play a few tunes. Likely happy together, brick, and possibly a third thing. We'll see how that goes.
I had a really good weekend.
Tonight i found out that someone that used to live in the same residence as all these guys lives near by, and he has a drum set, he said that we could go over there and jam any time. And that he's getting a bass tomorrow. so that's pretty rad.
Later guys.