3.6 million years and here we are
i really thought we'd come so far
you've proven me wrong boy and it's too much
you're just a caveman with a club
think you're cool and oh so tough
going out and getting rough
7 on 2 is far from fair
pulling up out of nowhere
filed out one by one
getting ready to have some fun
small man with something to prove
in the end yer gonna lose
mild concussion and a massive black eye
all shook up i'm not gonna lie
it's what you do to others that makes me see red
i really wish you'd just drop dead
wrap your car around a pole
goin nowhere nice cos you got no soul.

so today was an interesting day. the power went out at work at about 2:30 and as a result the shop shut down and we got to go home early. i got out to the parking lot triumphantly, looking forward to an afternoon of relaxation to find my mom's car had been towed from the spaces adjacent to my work. i had driven to work today cos she had not gone in to work. i parked in one of our neighbors spots because all ours were taken and their spots are always empty anyhow. some bored ass fuck inside felt it necessary to tow my car regardless. i called the number to find out where the lot was and kevin was nice enough to give me a lift there. we got there and i called again to find where there place was, cos they were in the process of moving. no one there. no one would be there for an hour or so the guy said. so i went up to brentwood to putt around for awhile and shortly after got a call saying one of their drivers was there and i could get my car. i walked over and eventually found the dude who had my mom's car jacked up on his flatbed towtruck. exchanged $80 for the car and went on my way.

on the plus side, burnaby was beautiful this afternoon. sunshowers. double rainbows. sick ass sky off in the distance like a 3 layer cake. also i got the shop a client in the process. as they had just moved i assumed they'd need signage seeing as i had a hell of a time finding their lot in the first place. gave them the shop number and my name so i'll be expecting some commission sometime in the near future. all in all a strange afternoon.

you never fail to put a smile on my face
a babbling brook of innocence and purity
"unks" and "pee-pee pots" flowing from your mouth
they warm my heart

the economy could crumble and you wouldn't bat an eye
the tallest towers could fall and you wouldn't even know
at an age where nothing matters
but a full cup of juice and a joyful face

as you age i hope life doesn't harden you like some
to a rock incapable of happiness
i wish all your days could be like these
but they won't no they can't
boyhood qualms will come
teenage problems will hit
like massive weights
we all must pass the trials of our lives

for now i'll just watch you grow
revel in the times that i know won't last
like walks to the park to play in the rain
and i'll think fondly of my own past
the good times and bad which made me who i am today.

So on my way to work this morning I stopped at the local gas-station to get a hot chocolate and a primetime and my headphones were around my neck, too loud apparently. The cashier asked me what I was listening to and I said "this band called Mare" to which she responded "sounds interesting." Interesting has to be one of the dumbest words with the most connotations.

So the other day I was driving in richmond for work, and I ran over a dead dog. I spotted it right before impact and I'm sure it wasn't a racoon or a skunk or anything of that nature. Unable to swerve due to there being a large truck in the lane to my right, and oncoming traffic to my left, I braced myself. It felt like a big speed bump. Even though it was already dead I felt bad about it all day. About a week earlier I had hit a squirrel or two that had already met their demise. I hope this isn't the start of some kind of pattern.

On a less grim note. I was just looking into methods of hauling my ass across the country in january and decided that taking the train through America is my best option. Return trip from Seattle to Buffalo costs only $300, then $16 for a bus from Buffalo to Toronto. As it stands I'd be doing this alone which is dandy. But if anyone feels like joining me on this expedition feel free to do that. I'll buy you beef jerky, or if you're vegetarian some other treats of your choosing.

I had a dream last night, a good one. In it, Neil, Nick, Giles and I went to France, I thought it was Paris but we were at a beach so that didn't make sense. I make the trek there alone, arriving and having a very hard time getting to the place we were staying. I had to sneak through two movie theatres and evade the ticket-rippers, and didn't pay for the metro. I arrived at some beach house in the pouring rain. Neil had papers to write, Giles had brought a Nintendo gamecube. More stuff happened but it was really funny at the time. I'm forgetting details even though I woke up only 15 minutes ago. Lame.

So I just realized the other day that I hadn't written in this thing in over a year. What better time than now to blog. I was just reading through old entries going back to 3 years ago. It was like a mini trip through time. There were many things I set out to do, some I actually did, others fizzled out like a soda slowing going flat over the period of a few days. But that's what life is I guess. You don't achieve everything you set out to do unless you're super inspired and motivated like Ghandi or Hitler.

Today was a good day. I've been working at a sign shop called Sign-A-Rama for the last month and a half, which is kinda bogus despite the hilarious name. I make not very good money but work with pretty alright people. The job is just boring and I don't really have any interest in pursuing a career in the signage industry, despite my boss's best efforts to convince me. The best thing i've done so far in this job happened today. I got to operate a scissor lift which was fucking so much fun. I'm surprised they let just anyone drive those things. I spent about 5 minutes figuring it out, how to turn the wheels, jerk the thing forward and raise it up and down. I felt like David Blaine. A+ experience. Had band practice tonight with Noogz, Scott and Giles, which was great. We all had patch cables which is more than I can say about the last time we jammed. I really hate going to jamspaces though. If anyone has a basement they want to let us use that would be awesome. Okay thanks.

I moved out to east van for a month and a half and now am at my mum's house once again. Couldn't be happier. My east van adventure was short-lived and pretty isolating. Living with Larissa was awesome though. Larissa is awesome.

To sum it up, I need a new job, bands are fun, I'm going to Toronto/Montreal in January to check out Ryerson/drink cheap beer, hangout with keeners, explore the urban environment. I forgot how much fun Livejournal was and how interested each and every one of you must be in my life. So much so that you probably read to the very end of this entry.

19 days left. 19 days to carpe the diem. 19 days to see friends and family and enjoy what's left of summer.

4 days left of work.

I cannot believe how fast this summer flew by. It makes me shit....basically.

I'm excited for montreal but wish I had more than 19 days left here. I feel like every day worked is a day wasted.

It seems everyone and their dog has been down south of the border, except for me. Unlimited drinks, wild parties, white sand beaches and cheap clothes. No wonder it's the number one vacation destination for North Americans. It's been on my mind lately.

When people go to Mexico, they don't see Mexico. They see and experience something surely created by Americans. Resorts are surrounded by huge fences in an attempt to protect their patrons. How is this experiencing Mexico? Many people don't even leave the hotel grounds. They are content with the everflowing stream of alcohol graciously provided by the resort.

Everyone sees Mexico as a place to go and drink their face off. Well, teenagers and young adults at least. Terrible shit goes down in Mexico. The number of female factory workers (working for American owned factories) found raped, beaten and killed is in the hundreds. Mexican Police are far from being the most honest and reliable cops. We see Mexico far differently than Mexicans see Mexico. It's an incredibly poor country and life isn't easy.

I don't know where I was going with this rant but I think I managed to say something.

so I was driving through vancouver this morning and I saw army recruiters outside of what I assume is the Armoury near GM Place. They were standing around a tank. I'm sure they'll manage to doop a few suckers who think it'd be fun to drive tanks and do drill exercises.

in other news, i'm 20 now. My birthday was on tuesday. I drank JD with Laurel and a bunch of people dropped by throughout the day with beers. It was generally a great time even though I was sober by the time I went to bed at midnight, having to wake up 6 hours later for work.