Druken Exploartion

I was only 15, I should have been in English class but instead found myself across the table from Kathleen, the only other Canadian in town. We were both in the small French city of Saumur for the next three months, together on exchange.

After one too many beers and a repulsive amount of Marlboro lights, it was suffice to say we were drunk. It only being 2:30 in the afternoon we see the old Theatre across the street calling to us. Still functioning, we sneak in the back door, past the Tourist info centre and up a set of stairs. Making our way across a studio with floorboards missing everywhere we find a ladder. Pulling our drunken bodies up the ladder we make our way onto the catwalk above the stage. All of the sudden we turn the corner and we are face to face with some French man. Stopped dead in our tracks, motionless, he simply explains there is a play going on so we have to be quiet.

He should have told us to leave; eventually we made our way to the dressing rooms. Inside said dressing rooms we find chocolate bars, cookies and juice. Our poor integrity enabled us to help ourselves fleeing with snacks in hand.

Later that month the principle threatened to send us home if we continued to ‘escape’ from school. Escaping was a necessity and what we felt to be our right- we never got caught again.

The untrustworthy peasants that walk the halls have no strengths. Their latest cliché involved the pesky ,”pssp pssp” of a ladies college dorm. I have no faith in their lives as their demons have already spread and their souls are nothing but ash.

How long must we evaluate the audacity of our relations- until they bleed dry? I cannot tell you the fatigue, which has prospered as a result of these failed attempts at commonality. I seek nothing more than to rest in peace amongst no one but myself.

The inflection of my temper rises as I am constantly bombarded with these cowardly q uarrels. Quarrels I myself am not even invited too.How can you diffuse a disagreement when that disagreement is not even confronted?

It is said rationale in others that has caused the insanity that I myself now face.

420———->in 11

So as the 20th of April soon approaches I feel it appropriate to describe the festivities which arouse just a year ago.
It all started by picking up a pack of cigarettes from Drummonds Gas Station and then driving downtown to eventually make my way to Parliament.  As I arrive , Melissa and Jessica who both look like zombies greet me; their eyes so strayed -way beyond high.
“We made brownies,” Jessica mumbles.
I assumed such.  The weather that day was incredible which served only to intensify the joyousness of our 420 adventures.  So I eat a brownie and sulk around the apartment as I wait for the THC to kick in.
All of a sudden we hear the buzzer.  Melissa tells us that we have to drive her dad to the airport as he is going to Cyprus for two weeks.  So we all get in the van and I start to feel it and I am hit like a ton of bricks.  The entire way to the airport  no one says a word.
Melissa’s Dad finally asks if we’ve been smoking pot.   sSnce we technically weren’t ‘smoking’ pot we denied;however, he continues to ask if were into the coke or if we’ve been popping pills.  We finally admit that yes we are in fact  high as kites on brownies.  Not surprises he hopes we have a nice day and then makes his way into the airport.
As we arrive back downtown we drive for literally 30 minutes trying to find parking in our illogical trance.  After finding a spot we decide to walk to Parliament as it is almost 4:20 and we refuse to support negative stereotypes about stoners so intend on making it on time.
At Parliament I am bombarded as there are RCMP patrolling the area and I see them talking to younger kids who were probably 14. I decide not to risk it and tell Jessica we have to leave because it was a scam and were actually all going to jail.  It felt like we had been at the Hill for hours when in reality we were only there for 15 minutes.
Once we return to the apartment we decide a nap is in order.  It was 5pm.  I had an exam the next morning at 8 and had not even studied so planned on waking up at 11pm to start.  Needless to say neither Jessica nor I awoke and found us in mimicked positions on the couch when I actually awoke.   I had to run to my exam without any studying before hand just to make it on time.

But  Just to let you know I got 76% on that exam – pot doesn’t make you stupid it just makes you slow.

11 MORE DAYS TO GO!!!

Celine Buys Habs?

So apparently Celine Dion coupled with a few other partners have interest in bidding to be the next potential owners of The Montreal Canadians. I say why not.

The Hills Canadian Version?

God Help Us

So MTV Canada and CTV have come together and created, “Peak Season”.

Peak Season filmed in Whistler BC – the world-renowned tourist town, where young people from across the globe congregate to work while the rich and famous come to frolic. A lot happens in this resort playground as Whistler’s youth struggle to find love, friendship and themselves.

BLAH Does anyone see this being successful?  Canadian television always sucks.

Wouldnt have Guessed

Because I’m Obssesed – and you should be too

3am

Lying awake in bed suffering from insomnia, I find another excuse to again push my Mac button; the crying, “Duhnnnn” quickly follows. Failure to enter R.E.M has lead to the ultimate insanity of many but for me I can usually try and deal.
Reading has become one of my outlets for wasted dead time. Currently reading Chuck Klohesterman’s satire, Killing Yourself to Live. In my opinion the man’s a genius- a voice for those few who undeniably see the recklessness and oddity that is life.
After reading his book today I begin to question weather it is possible to create new ideas or if these new ideas are just a combination of the stolen ideas of others. As I sit here in the wee hours of the night typing away feeling that I am waking the whole house with each snap of the keys I start thinking of Avril. I mean Lavigne, numerous times has been accused of copyright infringement, particularly with Chantal Kreviaska; once best friend now long fumbling foe. I ask myself how it is fair to accuse others of stealing work when I’m sure all that persons ideas are also fragments of another’s brilliance. I guess the question is not weather ideas are original; rather the point Is that ideas must be a melody of enough ideas to squeak by with no accusations and need for vindication.
Even writing this post I doubt my word choice is my creation but on the other hand it is most likely a combination of writing that I have liked and thus included somehow subconsciously. The Offspring couldn’t be better proof as they have chosen a “unique”, sound quality and still produce the same shit that sounds identical to all their previous compellations.
This said it kind of makes me feel lazy. Even not doing anything when I began to write or think of new ideas I cannot help but be plagued with the thought that I am just another meddler. I meddle with the ideas of others. Stealing pieces from the ones I like only to produce something and claim it as my own. But this is how we work. We don’t care. Unless the similarities are blatantly obvious no one will notice or say a word. Which in my opinion is a blessing.

Good evening I’m calling from…

NO ONE IS THAT HAPPY->

At work in my cubicle today I swamp myself in the doom and gloom of call centers.  Its only my third shift and I already dread in pity with ever second that passes. Dial after dial and click after click I continue to hear, “NOT INTRESTED!” Slam.   Oh the joys of calling to do surveys- especially because the do not call list does not apply to, “Market Research Firms,”.
This time I find myself sitting beside the Supervisors desk.  The only time I ever find happiness in a call centre is when I’m in a back corner where I can draw pictures and doodle on scraps of paper.  Today proves dull and  the pesky clock in the bottom of my screen is leading to my insanity.  I find a cleaver way to fix my issue and find a piece of paper to block the time.  The next thing I do is look left and there is this huge digital clock.  I am screwed.
Unfortunately it is only a few days ago that yet again I pick up and leave never to return again.  Apparently the company tells us that if we quit without notice they will charge us 100$; so basically I just wont be paid at all.  Lovely.
As much as I thought the job was a means to an end it was definitely not worth it in my perspective.

U.S. of Tara

Steven Spielberg’s new televisions series, United states of Tara, airs on HBO and has become a favourite and routine to our Monday evenings.  Basically Tara, mother and wife has just recently stopped taking medication for her multiple personality disorder and consequently her alters are starting to surface.  Definitely worth watching you wont be disappointed.