I havn't quite figured what life is really all about yet, and nor do I ever expect to, but I have been thinking a lot about it lately. We spend 9 months of our life floating around in our mothers womb. We get nurtured by our parents, if we are lucky, and eventually begin grade school. We make friends, go to highschool, and then graduate. After highschool, life begins for real. You go to school get a career, maybe fall in love, have kids, buy a house. You hit old age, and eventually pass on.
It is really hard for me to put my thoughts into words, but I have been getting the feeling that life is short, and I have been thinking a lot about death. Death scares me, but not because of religious or spiritual reasons. I have always been comfortable with that, but if you think about it, you spend your entire life developing relationships with your parents, with your friends, with a spouse, and eventually children. You become these relationships, and then suddenly you just have to say goodbye to them not knowing if you will see them ever again.
I strongly believe that we are put on this earth to make connections and relationships with people. We are put on earth to love, and to laugh. My Gramma was just diagnosed with leukemia. We all cried when we heard the news, and then we all put on strong faces, including my Gramma. I am convinced that these challanges are put in front of people and families for a reason. We have a long way to go, but what is important is that we are all in it together, and I know we'll push through.
On that note, I want to leave you with two things. A song and a paragraph.
The song is Motion Picture Soundtrack by Radiohead (of course). It is a beautiful song. Listen to the moment of silence at the end of the song, and then imagine the gates of heaven opening up when the music kicks in at the end again.
And this:
The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? Death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating ... and you finish off as an orgasm.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
The Lake, and the Aftermath
Last weekend I went to the lake with my friend Sarah. We had a wonderful time just hanging out, eating a lot, sleeping a little, and visiting. It was a great weekend to get away, and even though it rained we had a wonderful time. In order to be away for the weekend though I had to take the risk of leaving my house and room unattended with two crazy roommates.
As you all know, we like to play pranks on eachother, and Brett and I had just finished sticking a shitload of posters in Brett's room, so I knew I was going to be next if I was going to the lake. I was right, and they definatley did a good job. A lot of saranwrap, plastic cups, crystal light, time, and drinking went into the making of this creation. After four hours of hard work, this is the finished result. The pictures are on here for your enjoyment (and mine, because it is pretty halarious) so enjoy! And just so you know, yes... that is the outline of a penis.
As you all know, we like to play pranks on eachother, and Brett and I had just finished sticking a shitload of posters in Brett's room, so I knew I was going to be next if I was going to the lake. I was right, and they definatley did a good job. A lot of saranwrap, plastic cups, crystal light, time, and drinking went into the making of this creation. After four hours of hard work, this is the finished result. The pictures are on here for your enjoyment (and mine, because it is pretty halarious) so enjoy! And just so you know, yes... that is the outline of a penis.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
I havn't updated on anything since the weekend because I am slightly confused about, well, everything. Everything always seems to happen all in one big mess and now its a matter of deciding what I need, rather than what I want. There is definatley a big difference and it is very hard to separate the two. Like tonight for instance- I want to post something on my blog right now. I need to sleep because I work at 8 am. The two can get very co-dependant.
Anyway, the weekend was interesting. I was thinking about the cute boy I work with a lot, and not thinking about two much else. I showed up for my Lydia's gig on Sunday night and it ended up setting the tone for the rest of my week.
Firstly, the creepy guy who just about chased me from Starbucks on Broadway saying I need to play music "only for him and just for him why can't you give me ten minutes" and other creepy things showed up to Lydia's. He was telling Gillian he is in love with me. He asked me about four times. Because of him I have had bad dreams about him all week. He really freaks me out because he seems like the type of person that would do something scary. Anyway, the band knows about it and definatley wouldn't put me in a situation where I was at risk, and I'm definatley watching my own back. He's really sketchy though, and he said he would show up this Sunday. I really hope he forgets.
Secondly, Tim shows up AGAIN to my gig, and long story short, we end up talking things out a little bit. He told me he likes me. I don't remember too much else though, Sunday ended up being kind of a blur. Anyway, he took me out on a lovely little date on Tuesday, and now hes gone for a week. I like him, but I'm not sure he can give me what I need. There are a lot of "wants" he can fulfill, but hes pretty immature. I think he thinks we are dating now, and I'm having a hard time thinking of it in that way. The relationships with Tim in the past have not really even been a relationship. We would both get really busy, and then I wouldn't talk to him in awhile. The end. Of course, there are a lot of other issues floating in my head about this one but that would require a new post.
Thirdly, my friend Jake spins records for us on Sunday's in between our setbreaks and before and after we play and through this hes become friends with everyone in the band. We even played at his convocation party. He is so knowledgable about music, and hes an artist. Super smart, and just a neat person in general. He is also 30, and leaving for Tiawan (or Thialand... who knows?!) in July, and he asked me out on Sunday. I was super suprised by this, and I thought about it really quickly and what a great idea. Seriously, Jake is a wonderful person and we get along. It just seemed like a really good idea, except hes leaving. He followed through too. He just called tonight and asked if I wanted to go garage "sailing" on Saturday. How cool is that!? Super cool. I'm gone though. And confused about all of this garbage.
And then theres cute boy from work. I havn't seem him a lot this week. Today he seemed really sad and kind of just not himself, and my Aunt noticed it too. I think it probably has to do with his ex and her kids. Confusing. Not wanting to deal with that any longer.
This is such garbage, I'm sure you guys don't even care. I don't even think I do really. I mean I do, but my blog has turned into such a "diary" of some sorts to me. It has completley replaced my journals that I have kept since I was in grade six. This is the reason why I get so indepth with personal things. I apologize if you don't care, and I'm also sorry if you are going end up judging me about the things I put on here. We all do that, some just do it more than others, some are just in denial, and then some people just don't care.
Speaking of wants and needs, I definatley need to get some sleep because I'm wanting to get ranty and bitchy. Watch out!
Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. I am definatley hittin' up the lake with my counter part, Sarah. Hopefully we have nice weather, and hopefully I will have a little clarity about all of this garbage when I come home.
Oh, and fyi: The other night Brett and I covered Graham's room in sticky notes. 84000 to be exact. He hasn't seen it yet, he comes home tomorrow. It's pretty halarious.
What isn't halarious though is that I'm going to get slammmmed this weekend pretty badly I think. I am not home all weekend, and the boys have the house to themself. I will let you know if anything happens. Fingers crossed it doesn't, but I will definatley keep you posted.
Cheers
song of the day- Take Me Home- Holly Cole
Anyway, the weekend was interesting. I was thinking about the cute boy I work with a lot, and not thinking about two much else. I showed up for my Lydia's gig on Sunday night and it ended up setting the tone for the rest of my week.
Firstly, the creepy guy who just about chased me from Starbucks on Broadway saying I need to play music "only for him and just for him why can't you give me ten minutes" and other creepy things showed up to Lydia's. He was telling Gillian he is in love with me. He asked me about four times. Because of him I have had bad dreams about him all week. He really freaks me out because he seems like the type of person that would do something scary. Anyway, the band knows about it and definatley wouldn't put me in a situation where I was at risk, and I'm definatley watching my own back. He's really sketchy though, and he said he would show up this Sunday. I really hope he forgets.
Secondly, Tim shows up AGAIN to my gig, and long story short, we end up talking things out a little bit. He told me he likes me. I don't remember too much else though, Sunday ended up being kind of a blur. Anyway, he took me out on a lovely little date on Tuesday, and now hes gone for a week. I like him, but I'm not sure he can give me what I need. There are a lot of "wants" he can fulfill, but hes pretty immature. I think he thinks we are dating now, and I'm having a hard time thinking of it in that way. The relationships with Tim in the past have not really even been a relationship. We would both get really busy, and then I wouldn't talk to him in awhile. The end. Of course, there are a lot of other issues floating in my head about this one but that would require a new post.
Thirdly, my friend Jake spins records for us on Sunday's in between our setbreaks and before and after we play and through this hes become friends with everyone in the band. We even played at his convocation party. He is so knowledgable about music, and hes an artist. Super smart, and just a neat person in general. He is also 30, and leaving for Tiawan (or Thialand... who knows?!) in July, and he asked me out on Sunday. I was super suprised by this, and I thought about it really quickly and what a great idea. Seriously, Jake is a wonderful person and we get along. It just seemed like a really good idea, except hes leaving. He followed through too. He just called tonight and asked if I wanted to go garage "sailing" on Saturday. How cool is that!? Super cool. I'm gone though. And confused about all of this garbage.
And then theres cute boy from work. I havn't seem him a lot this week. Today he seemed really sad and kind of just not himself, and my Aunt noticed it too. I think it probably has to do with his ex and her kids. Confusing. Not wanting to deal with that any longer.
This is such garbage, I'm sure you guys don't even care. I don't even think I do really. I mean I do, but my blog has turned into such a "diary" of some sorts to me. It has completley replaced my journals that I have kept since I was in grade six. This is the reason why I get so indepth with personal things. I apologize if you don't care, and I'm also sorry if you are going end up judging me about the things I put on here. We all do that, some just do it more than others, some are just in denial, and then some people just don't care.
Speaking of wants and needs, I definatley need to get some sleep because I'm wanting to get ranty and bitchy. Watch out!
Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. I am definatley hittin' up the lake with my counter part, Sarah. Hopefully we have nice weather, and hopefully I will have a little clarity about all of this garbage when I come home.
Oh, and fyi: The other night Brett and I covered Graham's room in sticky notes. 84000 to be exact. He hasn't seen it yet, he comes home tomorrow. It's pretty halarious.
What isn't halarious though is that I'm going to get slammmmed this weekend pretty badly I think. I am not home all weekend, and the boys have the house to themself. I will let you know if anything happens. Fingers crossed it doesn't, but I will definatley keep you posted.
Cheers
song of the day- Take Me Home- Holly Cole
Sunday, June 04, 2006
A Little About Shaw
Shaw Cable has been a great place to work so far. I work 8-4:30 so it doesn't conflict with any gigs. I get awesome benefits, get paid well, and work in an office where I can listen to music. The women I share the office with are fun, even when they are in a cranky mood. Another great perk of the job is I get to hang out with my Aunty Hez a lot during breaks. I was expecting this place to be a great gig, and of course all of my expectations have been met so far. There is, however, one thing that I was not expecting at all.
Keith has worked with my Aunty Hez for the past three years. His desk is right next to hers, so when they aren't working they visit. They also take their breaks together, which means when I meet my Aunt for break, I also am meeting Keith. We have lots of fun during breaks, joking around, chatting about this and that, and to tell you the truth, my Aunt and I do most of the talking. Keith is pretty quiet, but a very nice person, and pretty funny too and I started to develop a little crush on him... which I was not going to mention to ANYONE. This was going to my little secret crush (Along with Heath Ledger, Ryan Adams, Joel Plaskett, James Bond, etc).
I started to get this feeling that he kind of liked me too. He is really quiet around me, blushes easily if we bug him about something, and he looks at me "that way" sometimes. He just seems so much more shy when I am around than he usually would be. I really thought that this was just my imagination though, and figured I should just ignore it. He is actually 27 years old, and I just figured that a 27 year old who keeps to himself a lot of the time wouldn't be into a younger, more outgoing person like myself.
While all of this inner turmoil of "keith keith keith" is going on in my head, my Aunt notices that she thinks Keith likes me. She tells my mother. My mother tells my Dad, my Dad, somewhere along the line tells my brother. We all go to a family gathering last weekend and everytime I mentioned Keith everyone would smile at eachother and laugh. I mentioned him a lot, apparently, and my family kind of got the feeling I liked him too. I have no idea that any of this is going on.
Later in the week my Dad asks me if I like a guy from work. I deny it, naturally. Then, a few days later, my brother brings it up, so I have a feeling something is going on, and I ask my Mom. She tells me what Aunty Hez told her about how she has a feeling Keith likes me. She also tells me Keith just got out of a relationship with an older woman who is 34 and has two kids. My Aunt also told my Mom that Keith needs to be in a relationship with a younger person, and that he shouldn't be putting kids to bed at his age. I tell my parents that, yes, I do like Keith a little. I also wonder if I should talk to my Aunt about this by myself.
So, tonight I talked to her about Keith. And she tells me that Keith told her that he was talking to his ex again. I guess she also advised him not to get back into a relationship with her, and that her opinion had nothing to do with me. She did say though that she thought Keith liked me. I told her I had the feeling too, or that he just acts different around me because he thinks I'm wierd, which could be true. I am pretty talkative, and wierd. My Aunt reassured me though that it wasn't that.
I am a little confused, though. I was actually kind of excited about it, not because I knew I would date him, but I thought that something might happen. He is a great guy. Nerdy. I dreamt about him all last night too. I can't get him out of my head, and I was really disapointed to hear that he was talking to his ex again. But who knows what Monday will bring. This isn't going to effect my mood, and its not going to make me act wierd around him. I just will be myself, because that is all I can be. A crush is just a crush, and it can be disapointing sometimes, but I am not going to let it effect a friendship.
Above all, in any situation, you just need to remember that everything happens for a reason.
Keith has worked with my Aunty Hez for the past three years. His desk is right next to hers, so when they aren't working they visit. They also take their breaks together, which means when I meet my Aunt for break, I also am meeting Keith. We have lots of fun during breaks, joking around, chatting about this and that, and to tell you the truth, my Aunt and I do most of the talking. Keith is pretty quiet, but a very nice person, and pretty funny too and I started to develop a little crush on him... which I was not going to mention to ANYONE. This was going to my little secret crush (Along with Heath Ledger, Ryan Adams, Joel Plaskett, James Bond, etc).
I started to get this feeling that he kind of liked me too. He is really quiet around me, blushes easily if we bug him about something, and he looks at me "that way" sometimes. He just seems so much more shy when I am around than he usually would be. I really thought that this was just my imagination though, and figured I should just ignore it. He is actually 27 years old, and I just figured that a 27 year old who keeps to himself a lot of the time wouldn't be into a younger, more outgoing person like myself.
While all of this inner turmoil of "keith keith keith" is going on in my head, my Aunt notices that she thinks Keith likes me. She tells my mother. My mother tells my Dad, my Dad, somewhere along the line tells my brother. We all go to a family gathering last weekend and everytime I mentioned Keith everyone would smile at eachother and laugh. I mentioned him a lot, apparently, and my family kind of got the feeling I liked him too. I have no idea that any of this is going on.
Later in the week my Dad asks me if I like a guy from work. I deny it, naturally. Then, a few days later, my brother brings it up, so I have a feeling something is going on, and I ask my Mom. She tells me what Aunty Hez told her about how she has a feeling Keith likes me. She also tells me Keith just got out of a relationship with an older woman who is 34 and has two kids. My Aunt also told my Mom that Keith needs to be in a relationship with a younger person, and that he shouldn't be putting kids to bed at his age. I tell my parents that, yes, I do like Keith a little. I also wonder if I should talk to my Aunt about this by myself.
So, tonight I talked to her about Keith. And she tells me that Keith told her that he was talking to his ex again. I guess she also advised him not to get back into a relationship with her, and that her opinion had nothing to do with me. She did say though that she thought Keith liked me. I told her I had the feeling too, or that he just acts different around me because he thinks I'm wierd, which could be true. I am pretty talkative, and wierd. My Aunt reassured me though that it wasn't that.
I am a little confused, though. I was actually kind of excited about it, not because I knew I would date him, but I thought that something might happen. He is a great guy. Nerdy. I dreamt about him all last night too. I can't get him out of my head, and I was really disapointed to hear that he was talking to his ex again. But who knows what Monday will bring. This isn't going to effect my mood, and its not going to make me act wierd around him. I just will be myself, because that is all I can be. A crush is just a crush, and it can be disapointing sometimes, but I am not going to let it effect a friendship.
Above all, in any situation, you just need to remember that everything happens for a reason.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Poetry In Music, Part One
The lyrics don't lie. These are some of my favorite lyrics from some of my favorites songs. They cover a wide assortment of topics, I'm sure. Some are sad, some are witty, some are happy, and some are just associated with really good (or really shitty) memories. Some are from songwriters I have loved forever, and some I don't listen to very much. Also, keep in mind that I could put the entire song down, but then the blog would be 50 billion pages long. Yes, 50 billion. So without further ado, some of my favorites. Enjoy!
"Still a little bit of your song in my ear"
-Damien Rice, Cannonball
"Outside in our overcoats
Drinking down to the bitter end
Trying to make things right
Like my mother did"
-Diana Krall, Departure Bay
"Let it die
And get out of my mind
We don't see eye to eye
or hear ear to ear"
-Feist, Let It Die
"And I don't need to know your favorite artists name
I don't need to know what woman's felt the same
And I don't need to see you every single day
But I'd like to"
-Feist,
The Mast"Theres love in the air, But I'm on the ground"
-Joel Plaskett, Theres Love in the Air
"Getting into bed seemed easy enough
Getting out's a little harder to do"
- Joel Plaskett, True Patriot Love
"I survive on the breath you are finished with"
-John Mayer
"I've been a miner for a heart of gold"
-Neil Young, Heart of Gold
"Where do you go when you get lonely
where do you go when you get blue
where do you go when you get lonely
i'll follow you"
-Ryan Adams, When The Stars Go Blue
"I would have held your mothers hand on the day you was born"
-Ryan Adams, How Do You Keep Love Alive
"Closer than a girl can get
To trouble if she hasn't yet got in it"
-Sarah Harmer, Came On Lion
"If theres love in a house its a palace for sure"
-Tom Waits, House Where Nobody Lives
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Water guns, bananas, and Tampons
Room mates are halarious. So far, my living arrangements have worked out perfectly. Aside from a few dirty dishes every so often, Graham and Brett are amazing. When I want to visit, they can visit, and when I want to be alone, or sleep they piss off. The only reason its going so smoothly is that I'm living with guys. Girls can be catty. ALL girls can be catty. Yes, I know its hard to believe... but I can be catty. There I said it, I know you don't believe it, but I can be. Anyway, this post is dedicated to telling you some funny stories, and some sweet ones too, about my roommates.
One night, I got home from being out with my friend, Sarah. We sat around with Graham and our mutual friend, Justin and I am very tired. I decide its time for bed. So bedtime it is, and Sarah decides she will hang around a little bit longer and hang out with the boys. I get my pjamas on, and do my night rituals, and crawl into bed. As my feet reach the end of the bed I feel something cold and metal. So naturally, I'm thinking "what the fuck", crawl out of bed, and reach under the covers to see whats up. Sure enough, there is a soup can in my bed. Yup, Brett but a soup can in my bed. Awesome. I also woke up with a ball of plastic in the top of my closet too, compliments of Brett.
Brett and I have also pulled a few pranks ourselves... like sticking bananas in Graham's bed the other day... after he just washed his sheets. Of course we didn't peel them or anything, but we knew it would make it better if he just washed his sheets. I also have stuck a tampon in his guitar case, but shhhh.
We also have a water gun in the kitchen. This water gun is used by Brett, mostly. He likes to use it to shoot me with. Mostly in the face, or on my neck so it leaks down my shirt. Or the armpit if he has a good shot. Pleasant, I know.
These things are all fun and halarious, but we do nice things for eachother too. I spent an hour in traffic trying to get home the other day and by the time I got home I was so frazzled. I was sitting on the couch when Brett walked in the door and asked if I had made supper yet. I hadn't, and he gave me twenty dollars to go get a bottle of wine, and he cooked me supper. It was so great.
Brett also will set up the coffee maker for me in the evening if he knows that I have a gig that goes late and I have to work.
These are just some of the small few things that goes on in our house. We love to joke around, play music, and hang out together. It's been a really great experience so far. Sometimes I miss my family, but the independance is amazing, and having great roommates makes it really easy to be independant. Having fun, motivated people around you in turn makes you motivated.
Anyway, off to freehouse for some GREEK PIZZA. hmmmm. Definatley my favorite.
song of the day- crash into me- dave matthews
One night, I got home from being out with my friend, Sarah. We sat around with Graham and our mutual friend, Justin and I am very tired. I decide its time for bed. So bedtime it is, and Sarah decides she will hang around a little bit longer and hang out with the boys. I get my pjamas on, and do my night rituals, and crawl into bed. As my feet reach the end of the bed I feel something cold and metal. So naturally, I'm thinking "what the fuck", crawl out of bed, and reach under the covers to see whats up. Sure enough, there is a soup can in my bed. Yup, Brett but a soup can in my bed. Awesome. I also woke up with a ball of plastic in the top of my closet too, compliments of Brett.
Brett and I have also pulled a few pranks ourselves... like sticking bananas in Graham's bed the other day... after he just washed his sheets. Of course we didn't peel them or anything, but we knew it would make it better if he just washed his sheets. I also have stuck a tampon in his guitar case, but shhhh.
We also have a water gun in the kitchen. This water gun is used by Brett, mostly. He likes to use it to shoot me with. Mostly in the face, or on my neck so it leaks down my shirt. Or the armpit if he has a good shot. Pleasant, I know.
These things are all fun and halarious, but we do nice things for eachother too. I spent an hour in traffic trying to get home the other day and by the time I got home I was so frazzled. I was sitting on the couch when Brett walked in the door and asked if I had made supper yet. I hadn't, and he gave me twenty dollars to go get a bottle of wine, and he cooked me supper. It was so great.
Brett also will set up the coffee maker for me in the evening if he knows that I have a gig that goes late and I have to work.
These are just some of the small few things that goes on in our house. We love to joke around, play music, and hang out together. It's been a really great experience so far. Sometimes I miss my family, but the independance is amazing, and having great roommates makes it really easy to be independant. Having fun, motivated people around you in turn makes you motivated.
Anyway, off to freehouse for some GREEK PIZZA. hmmmm. Definatley my favorite.
song of the day- crash into me- dave matthews
Soup Cans, Bananas and Tampons
Room mates are halarious. So far, my living arrangements have worked out perfectly. Aside from a few dirty dishes every so often, Graham and Brett are amazing. When I want to visit, they can visit, and when I want to be alone, or sleep they piss off. The only reason its going so smoothly is that I'm living with guys. Girls can be catty. ALL girls can be catty. Yes, I know its hard to believe... but I can be catty. There I said it, I know you don't believe it, but I can be. Anyway, this post is dedicated to telling you some funny stories, and some sweet ones too, about my roommates.
One night, I got home from being out with my friend, Sarah. We sat around with Graham and our mutual friend, Justin and I am very tired. I decide its time for bed. So bedtime it is, and Sarah decides she will hang around a little bit longer and hang out with the boys. I get my pjamas on, and do my night rituals, and crawl into bed. As my feet reach the end of the bed I feel something cold and metal. So naturally, I'm thinking "what the fuck", crawl out of bed, and reach under the covers to see whats up. Sure enough, there is a soup can in my bed. Yup, Brett but a soup can in my bed. Awesome. I also woke up with a ball of plastic in the top of my closet too, compliments of Brett.
Brett and I have also pulled a few pranks ourselves... like sticking bananas in Graham's bed the other day... after he just washed his sheets. Of course we didn't peel them or anything, but we knew it would make it better if he just washed his sheets. I also have stuck a tampon in his guitar case, but shhhh.
We also have a water gun in the kitchen. This water gun is used by Brett, mostly. He likes to use it to shoot me with. Mostly in the face, or on my neck so it leaks down my shirt. Or the armpit if he has a good shot. Pleasant, I know.
These things are all fun and halarious, but we do nice things for eachother too. I spent an hour in traffic trying to get home the other day and by the time I got home I was so frazzled. I was sitting on the couch when Brett walked in the door and asked if I had made supper yet. I hadn't, and he gave me twenty dollars to go get a bottle of wine, and he cooked me supper. It was so great.
Brett also will set up the coffee maker for me in the evening if he knows that I have a gig that goes late and I have to work.
These are just some of the small few things that goes on in our house. We love to joke around, play music, and hang out together. It's been a really great experience so far. Sometimes I miss my family, but the independance is amazing, and having great roommates makes it really easy to be independant. Having fun, motivated people around you in turn makes you motivated.
Anyway, off to freehouse for some GREEK PIZZA. hmmmm. Definatley my favorite.
song of the day- crash into me- dave matthews
One night, I got home from being out with my friend, Sarah. We sat around with Graham and our mutual friend, Justin and I am very tired. I decide its time for bed. So bedtime it is, and Sarah decides she will hang around a little bit longer and hang out with the boys. I get my pjamas on, and do my night rituals, and crawl into bed. As my feet reach the end of the bed I feel something cold and metal. So naturally, I'm thinking "what the fuck", crawl out of bed, and reach under the covers to see whats up. Sure enough, there is a soup can in my bed. Yup, Brett but a soup can in my bed. Awesome. I also woke up with a ball of plastic in the top of my closet too, compliments of Brett.
Brett and I have also pulled a few pranks ourselves... like sticking bananas in Graham's bed the other day... after he just washed his sheets. Of course we didn't peel them or anything, but we knew it would make it better if he just washed his sheets. I also have stuck a tampon in his guitar case, but shhhh.
We also have a water gun in the kitchen. This water gun is used by Brett, mostly. He likes to use it to shoot me with. Mostly in the face, or on my neck so it leaks down my shirt. Or the armpit if he has a good shot. Pleasant, I know.
These things are all fun and halarious, but we do nice things for eachother too. I spent an hour in traffic trying to get home the other day and by the time I got home I was so frazzled. I was sitting on the couch when Brett walked in the door and asked if I had made supper yet. I hadn't, and he gave me twenty dollars to go get a bottle of wine, and he cooked me supper. It was so great.
Brett also will set up the coffee maker for me in the evening if he knows that I have a gig that goes late and I have to work.
These are just some of the small few things that goes on in our house. We love to joke around, play music, and hang out together. It's been a really great experience so far. Sometimes I miss my family, but the independance is amazing, and having great roommates makes it really easy to be independant. Having fun, motivated people around you in turn makes you motivated.
Anyway, off to freehouse for some GREEK PIZZA. hmmmm. Definatley my favorite.
song of the day- crash into me- dave matthews
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