spoiled chinese girl

Meh. I met a boy months ago, and he told me what the deal was. I basically ignored what he said and proceeded to like him more and more each day anyways. Last night I got super drunk and told him what I feel about him and he reminded me about what he told me months ago. *Shrug* Can't be helped.

I can hear Badur's voice in the back of my mind going “Told you so!”

But I can definately warm one end while I burn the normal one! So I work a 9-5 corporate-ish job, right? I can have blue/purple/green hair at work and dress in BME t-shirts and cargo pants, although I have been requested to take my lip piercing out during office hours. Which means I take it out when the boss comes in and I put it back when the boss leaves. *shrug* Anyways. I leave my house before 8am to arrive a little after 9am. I normally stay til maybe around 6 if I'm lucky, sometimes 7. I no longer even take my lunch and eat while I make phone calls.

But that's not enough for me anymore. *sigh* I was called this morning by Bob Carnie at Elevator Gallery to help him repaint both galleries and other “display areas” (the walls outside??) for a new show they're putting up November 30th. After the painting process I wouldn't be surprised to start my apperenticeship of sorts in the framing room by staining frames, cutting boards and cleaning glass. (I've already done loads of the first two)

Oh, and I still unicycle on a regular basis as well as volunteering to be on the board of directors AND volunteering to help organize the 2006 TOque games, and I'm into talks to investing in a record label as well as promo and organizing the design & purchasing of new merchendise for different bands. And there's always bootlegging their live concert footage on ebay.

Somehow I can do this while still getting about 6-7 hrs of sleep a day, spending close to $150-200 a month on booze and at least 4-6 hours on the internet and/or watching TV a night. I'm definately confused. Although it might explain why I can't remember what I ate for dinner for the last month. Maybe I just haven't been eating!

So thanks to everyone who's volunteered their ebay accounts to me for a fun joke. I don't need any more volunteers, and I am seriously debating how this mini-prank will go down. I have 4 more days so it should be a good one.

Anyways, I am off to unhook my main computer from the rest of the extra-curricular thingies attached to it, bring it to my friends house, and have him scrub my harddrive clean and hopefully reinstall stuff so it works better than it does now. Thanks to Derek for getting me a program to back up everything on a disapearing partition, but when the other end of the stick is ALSO buggering up on me something's up. The annoying thing is my dad built this computer up for me less than a year ago, and I've already lost all the data on it at least once before, maybe twice. Usually all during exam times. And always after I *THINK* to backup everything, but before I actually *DO*.

Seriously. Do you realize the first time my computer was up, I had over 10gb of porn, that I just LOST and I can't seem to find how to replace?? 10gb! I freaking LOVED it. Anyways. Hopefully it won't take that long to scrub and fix. If it does I'll end up leaving it there but I do have a spare computer so not all is lost. I'll be online don't you fret!

See ya later.

If you've got one and you want to help me with a somewhat joke auction, please feel free to contact me. I put up an auction for my friend's band bootlegged video, and I want someone to pretend to buy it. You won't have to actually purchase it, unless you are serious that you want to, but it would make my joke that much better if I got at least one buyer. (While I would love to start a bidding war on it, I really don't want to pay ebay a whole lot for commission though!)

Really. IM me and I'll let you in on the secretive details.

So yea. I had like, this sort of like, kind of, in a way… date, last night. This dude I was talking to for the past few months was on standby for doing a 5 minute set at Yuk-yuk’s in Toronto. He’s taking a course on comedy (?!???) at Humber, and it was like, Humber Student Night or something like that. So every single person who was on stage was from Humber. And some people were funny. And more of them wern’t. But stand-up really isn’t my thing to begin with. So I felt kind of like a jerk for not laughing really loudly and cheering with the rest of the crowd. I was also sitting by myself feeling very out of place since I didn’t know anyone who was there. But the dude I was there to see was pretty funny. He does the loud-angry yelling type of stand-up, kind of like Dennis Leary if I’m not mistaken. And the “headliner” act was just godawful. It stunk. I felt bad for them but I totally wasn’t moved by it at all. *shrug*

Anyways. The funny part is this dude is also like a magician, can juggle, do various card tricks, and mentioned unicycling at one point. How utterly hot is that? Seriously. You’re a guy and you wanna win my heart? Unicycle. Trials and Street mostly. But unicycle just the same. Well, I do have an affliction towards bass players too, but I’m on strict instructions to not date any bass players, and instead forward them to the SOT management. BAH!

So when I was going back to the parking lot to drive him home, I yank out my new 29′er that Brandon helped me shop for because it’s my new baby to show off since he’d never seen a unicycle bigger than 24″. I think I’m going to name Jose. To name it after Phil, since he was the one who donated the wheelset, and stole my cranks and pedals. (Phil’s middle name is Jose) instead of naming it a girl’s name because Danielle is in a family full of boys. My next unicycle will be a girl I promise! Anyways, I try to get on to ride off into the sunset, or something. And even before mounting, I fall flat on my face. Class. Total class. Fell on my hands, but not hurting my wrists, and my right lower-leg which made it a bitch to drive afterwards. But I was able to get on, and I rode around the parking lot, and played chicken with a few cars. Then I got on the trials, while he grabbed my 29′er. I thought he was going to ride it so I rode off practicing my hops & stuff. And I do a 180 hop, and he’s balancing the damn unicycle on his chin. Dude. This is a bigass unicycle. 29″ is not something to scoff at. And it was…. balanced on his chin. Which I really didn’t understand, because the wheel is out of true to begin with which would make the whole unicycle wobble back and forth. And if it did it enough he would have had a metal pedal in his eye. I’m glad either it’s not completely out of true or he was able to compensate. Because I don’t know where the neareset hospital is in Toronto.

Unfortunately none of the magic tricks he was trying to show off with were all that impressive. It’s cool and all that, but seriously, I know guys who can do same/similar tricks, with hooks in their backs, or while laying down bareassed in broken glass and barbed wire. Sadly I’ve just become too jaded with the world. I need to forget about everything I know, and get a smaller cup to fill my faith with.

Wait. But I do giggle like a school girl. I also jump up and down and clap at the same time. And Brandon kept making me stop because I was scaring the children. That like, don’t exist since there wern’t any at the shop when we were unicycle shopping. But yea. Half the frame is all sponsership stickers. So there’s (obviously) Strap-On Tools, Jemo, *Aticus(sp?), Tuflon, Rites of Passage… I think that’s it. And Darren and Brandon got to talking about music stuff, and me being a dork gave Darren a SOT and a Jemo sticker. So now I have like no SOT stickers, since I sacrificed the majority of mine to the show at Trinport.

Anyways. If I ever get around to it, there will be some illegal bootlegs surfacing on ebay very soon.
And someone go tell Jeff if he wants to see the Jemo set he’ll have to bid for it on ebay just like everyone else, okay? Thanks.

Oh invoicing. I hate that I have to do it for work but I love that I get paid to sit here for like 10 minutes typing this all out! Because… no one else is here, no one knows just what I’m doing. Sweet, eh?