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Suscon today. Set up was mostly yesterday. Which was fine, the space is wicked and the people are great and super-fantastic. I was just tired from a week of work and slightly grumpy and not very helpful. Hopefully I'm more helpful today. What sucked was that the highway I normally take to go home was shut down and I didn't know. So I thought it was just the one exit, and circled around to try another one. That one was too so I got the idea the whole highway is shut down. So I circled around AGAIN to the side road that runs paralell…. to find *THAT* shut down as well. F***ing pissed me off. What is normally a 20 minute drive took me over an hour, as I had to drive down a very side road at like 40km/h because everyone's a f***ing slowass driver at 2am. Oh, and stupid drunk people need to be hit by cars more often. I was slowing down because I saw a group of people bolt out of a bar and into the middle of the road, but then they stopped. So I sped up so they wouldn't have to wait. Then *ONE* person decided to run right infront of my car. Catch me screeching to a halt about a quarter of a second after where she had just been, throwing my car into first gear to stop faster and honking my horn and braking all at the same time. And I'm a very uncoordinated person. Thankfully the other people with her started yelling at her for being stupid for doing that. Blood will show up on my paint job and I don't want to replace my front bumper. Then tomorrow I'm off to a friends house I haven't seen in over a week and we're just going to hang out and I will continually try to peer pressure him into unicycling, because I personally find it hilarious to have someone new to teach. And he wants to dye his hair so we might spend the day doing that as well. And Monday promises to have a bigass long day because they want to do something that I can't exactly take home (I could but it'd be difficult) and therefore will stay at work to do it. Overtime rules but not getting paid overtime sucks. Whatever, tis still money in my pocket, and I think with their system of vacation time for additional time worked is just fine by me. Payday was last Thursday but I put a cheque into my bank to end up taking out even more money than I put in to pay off my bills and/or expenses. This sucks but thankfully it's only once a month, and the other cheque I get pretty much covers the hole in my bank account. Being somewhat of an adult sucks. I can't imagine what it's going to be like when I move out on my own, because there will be at least one year where I will be paying off a car as well as rent/morgage. My new favourite pop song is Danial Powter's “Bad Day” because it's true. I want to dust off my piano just to learn how to play it. But I said the same thing about Vanessa Carlton's “Thousand Miles” and can I play that? No. I want to learn to play bass too, if anyone in Toronto wants to teach me, I can trade unicycle lessons. Bass or drums. Or guitar. I want to be a one-man band But if you're teaching me to play bass teach me to play with just my fingers, because apperently playing with a pick doesn't sound right, so I mind as well learn properly.

I don’t update nearly enough anymore.

Tomorrow I will maybe be playing unicycle flaming puck hockey with the rest of the Toronto Unicyclists, as we get filmed for some TV spot that will be aired constantly over and over again to promote unicycling in Toronto. I don’t know if I’ll play, but I’ll definately be getting a new shirt for winning the “Strategically Placed Bedford Tattoo” contest.

Friday I set up for suscon.

Saturday is Suscon.

Sunday I’m not sure anymore.

Next weekend we (the Toronto Unicyclists) may be hosting learn-to-ride-unicycles during Buskerfest, but maybe not. It’s apperently dependant on whether or not they pay us for it (cuz face it, we’re not going into this totally free, we get paid for parades) and they’re apperently being not so nice.

Work in general is okay. The one girl left. The other girl’s being nicer to me. In about a week’s time she’s going on vacation and I’ll be left to my own devices. God knows how that’s going to work. My job description changes all the time to reflect new rules and restrictions that wern’t in place before. It’s driving me nuts, but at least they’re planning on having me for at least a year. Which is cool.

This sucked for an update but at least spans a week.

Oh, if you’re a Toronto based bass player who likes playing music that’s punk-ish pop rock, and are dedicated to a band that will be touring around Canada and the United States in the near future, and can play well (with your fingers?), sing, write, and overall challenge yourself, check out Strap-On Tools who are looking for a new bass player. Just remember to not shoot the messanger (ME!)

It hits in waves that continually crash over your body pulling you deeper into the darkness. Suddenly small mistakes or ommissions are massive failures. Suddenly every memory is nostaligic and hurtful and happy and sad and filled with “what if..” and “why couldn't i just…”. Suddenly it's pins and needles everywhere with every move. Suddenly you can't breathe to survive or see the hand infront of you or walk in a straight line.

Sometimes you wish you could just disapear without a trace. Sometimes you wish if you could close your eyes, and stop breathing long enough, everything will just go away. Sometimes you wish as hard as you can, and nothing happens. And it won't go away.

I accidently slept on my glasses two nights ago. Boourns.
I went to get them rebent into the proper shape last night. Yay me.
I go to take them off this morning, and the arm snapped. Fucking hell.

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.