I slept on my glasses two nights ago, and bent them out of shape.
I went to the place to get them unbent last night, and was happy.
I went to take them off just now. They broke. (Sorta)
Update: They've now snapped completely. Therefore, I wear my sunglasses at night.
Update2: A new set of frames, a pair of contacts, and (-$300) later, I can see again. Temporarly.
Whoo!
I just found out through a telephone call that I had won the Bedford “Strategically Placed” Tattoo contest that was held in Ohio during the NAUCC meet this year. Unfortunately I was unable to be at the event where everyone’s at now (The Groves rented a cottege in the Toronto Islands and everyone’s BBQ’ing it up right now) so he could tell me in person.
So I get my choice of Bedford T-shirts. I already have Eva the BC wheel girl, and the Flaming Puck Hockey guy. I’m either going to get Bjorn(sp?) the Muni guy, or the goth chick, who I believe is named Veronica? Hmm….. I might get both and just pay for the other cuz its so hot 
Yay to my winning placement theory!
I'm at the boy's house hanging out while he rehearses with his band, and I secretly tape it so he can listen to it later if he wants. Earlier, I was kickin' around while he talked to the band he signed to his record label. Even earlier than that, he “wrote” the guitar part to a song that just came to him, on my guitar, and sang I think it was a Pantera(sp?) song for me, while I attempted to play Wave for him. I've also got 3 of my harry potter books here, 2 unicycling dvd's and a futurama boxset, plus my guitar, and at least one of the unicycles. And he's allowed to drive my car whenever he wants, and took me out for my first square hamburger. (It was actually quite disapointing)
I'm also here more often than his parents. Who have been gone for the past month and a half. I think this is one of the best “relationships” I've ever been in. We can totally hang out alone, or with groups of other people. No pressure, no needs, no wants, just happy to be hanging out with likeminded people. And I can gloat that I hang out with the lead singer of a band. Hahaha. Imma loser. But I'm a happy loser.
I asked Grazer to get me some illegally obtained (it's available in America but not Canadia) hair dye and I saw the most obnoxious colour ever. I asked for that too and when I grow out the blue I'll switch to the obnoxious colour and hopefully will have trials unicycle of my very own to match. That would be kickass. And I want to dye the boy's hair, and he wants it done too. That would be f***ing hilarious. God I talk a lot. I need to shut up.
I never realized that being a loser would be so much fun.
Today I was promised to teach someone how to ride a unicycle. Well, we got as far as getting him ONTO a unicycle. It wasn’t as bad as he’d think, but it wasn’t as good as he’d wanted I think. But he still attempted it and I was very proud of him for it. Besides that, I rode down to the end of the street a few times. And one time I went further almost around the corner but changed my mind and sort of fell off/jumped off. Right infront of a jackass that then yelled out “And I was going to tell you you were good!” So me feeling like an ass myself replied with “And I was going to say thanks!” Fucking commie bastard. But the trials tyre is really low pressure right now and I couldn’t attempt jumping a curb for the boy because I was scared of bottoming out the rim.
Thursday was interesting we were supposed to first go to Cordella but they decided to go to Brickworks instead. So we went. Only I wanted to buy hairdye first, and the place closed at 6pm and I got there at 6:30 so I now have asked Phil to get it for me cuz they’re open Friday’s an hour later. Hopefully he could get it, and hopefully he gets the right one. If not I might have to start ordering off the internet cuz it’d just be easier. But we decided to go to Brickworks without him picking up a unicycle or any gear. So he rode Danielle, and wore my helmet, gloves and leg armour. I hung out with all the parents and played with Jeff’s BC wheel. Next time I gotta get some balls and just roll it and suicide mount, because I can’t do a skateboard mount like Jeff does, especally not without guards. It was still fun, even if I rubbed the skin raw off my left calf muscle from the tyre.
Have I mentioned how much I love Phil’s new fixxie? This girl Katie he knows on IAM built him a fixed gear bike out of spare parts and cheap frame and shipped it to Steph’s house when we were down for the NAUCC. Hep ut it together and we played with it and I instantly fell in love with the whole idea of it. It’s like riding a unicycle but leaning forward. But Phil flatted the rear tire at the ‘con so we couldn’t play more until last Thursday. He pulled it out for me, and I rode around the block, and once bolted to the nearest Dominion that normally takes probably a good 20 minutes to walk, or as long or longer to unicycle. Didn’t know how fast it took me so the second time I went I had Phil time me. It took just about 6 minutes for a round trip. I totally love it because of the direct drive and just simple raw power. Brakes are for pussies and I don’t ever feel a need to use it. I can almost emergency stop and totally can stop pretty quickly from going at a hefty clip. But once I caught myself with a nice pedal bite on the right side trying to dismount. At least now my legs are even.
Oh, and I mentioned to the boy that I never had a square hamburger so we went to Wendy’s and bought a late lunch/early dinner type meal. It wasn’t perfectly square. It was square-ish, but definately not worth the special trip I took out there for it. Slightly disapointed, but now I can scratch off “eat a square hamburger” off my “to do” list.
And I yanked out my accoustic guitar for him to play too. Because he’s like that. I can remember how to play the intro to Kryptonite, and I remember the chords to California. That’s about it. And he explained to me that I don’t need to be such an ass about bar chords because no one really ever plays all 6 strings and just the top 3 will actually do, which makes it so much easier.
And the Jays won their game. And I argued with the roommate because I still say football is a pussy sport, and rugby rules. He thinks I just don’t know football players. I say he don’t know rugby.
Steph is the most awsomest person in Bowling Green for putting up with me and Phil and giving up her bed & bedroom for us to be silly and hang out with unicyclists all weekend. Not to mention that we constantly either woke her up, or kept her awake. We wouldn't have been able to be there without you Steph! THANK YOU!
Driving home was an adventure. It seemed that the highway people didn't want me to go back to Toronto the way I came in, and instead nearly forced me to drive to Chicago. So instead me and Phil get out at the nearest exit trying ti figure out our way back. Where we promptly realize we're in pretty deep into the ghetto of Detroit. Needing to drive to the end of 8 Mile Rd. to get our asses back onto the right highway. It was definately an interesting experience, one I'm not really in a rush to repeat.
We missed all the drama of the NAUCC. Boo-urns.
