Effects of Movies

It is amazing the effect movies and music have on our lives. They evoke such a wide range of emotions, each unique to the individual. I just finished watching the Patriot with Mel Gibson, one of my favorite movies. It is a movie that makes me laugh, cry, and angry. I get pissed off because people today don’t stand up for what they believe in. They don’t fight for what they believe in. They can’t. We live in this society where we get trampled on. Yes, we can lobby, or sign petitions, sing songs, yell and scream. They all have the same effect. That is the problem with democracy. No, not with democracy, with the democracy that we have in our country. There is no more standing up and fighting for what we want. Lots of people bad-mouth the Americans. For Vietnam, Iraq (twice), for Korea. Their ideas are a little skewed now, but back in with the American Revolution they had the right idea. They wanted something, so they took it. They got their freedom, at the cost of many lives, but they got what they fought for.
Some people would argue that we have evolved, moved on. We are above fighting and brutality. It is an effective means of getting what we want. I don’t really know where I am going with this. It was like I was saying, movies evoke such emotions from us.
The Patriot was the reason I didn’t go to college right after high school. It is the reason I just went to England. It was the cause of a lot of pain, loss of money, waste of time. Though no, not a waste of time. I learned a lot by going. I went because I felt I should. I didn’t do what everyone else expected me to. I wanted to go to England. To see and experience different things. So I did.
Then I see scenes in the movies of colonial living. Ships in the harbor, the clothes they wore, horses and buggies. There is sort of a romaticness about the whole era. Yeah, there was no women’s rights, and there was slavery, and all the rest of the shit, but it was a much simpler life. Much slower.
Why is our society so impatient? With the invent of microwaves, faster computers, smaller gadgets, our society is on a headlong collision course with a big brick wall. We are eventually going to run out of steam and drop out of the air. Everything is going to come crashing down. What happened to the days of peacefulness? You can’t even escape the hustle and bustle of the city anymore. Everywhere you go people are yapping on their cell phones, Scurrying this way and that. We are a society running around with our heads chopped off. Why can’t we slow down for a little while. Teach everyone the value of patience. Of quietness. Everyone is so money driven. And living in the society, you can’t get away from it. Some days I just wish I was down in the middle of absolute butt-fuck-nowhere, building houses, or evangelizing. Doing something productive.
Life...wtf?
Movies can also make you realize the importance of things. Like family, or freedom, or any number of things. There was a guy on the radio today, a former crime boss from the Columbo family if New York, sorry, not a crime boss, just a captain. But the radio host asked him what he thought about “The Sopranos” The first thing he said was that there would never be any swearing in front of your family. Your mom or dad, or siblings. That just wasn’t done. There is a code, and one of the essentials is respect. Another thigns we don’t have much of in our society. Respect. To many people thinking they have to rebel against society. For instance, with swearing. It seems to have this sort of ‘rebel’ness to it. That I don’t understand. Coming from a tradespersons point-of-view, there isn’t anything irregular about swearing. You just don’t do it in front of women (unless they are tradeswomen) or children, and you don’t talk like that in public. At folkfest, everytime someone would say ‘fuck’ there would be cheering? Why? Is it cool to say the word fuck on stage? Or because it is normally something you shouldn’t do, they are breaking some rule, or rebelling against something that is cool. This being Folk Fest and all. Why make it into something special? It is a word. One that is part of many people’s everyday language, and in certain situations, one that should be used with a little respect. It should illicit a cheer from a crowd just because it is put in a song. It is either just a part of the lyrics, and thus should be given no more special treatment than the rest of the lyrics, or if it is used as a rebellion thingy, then that is just lame.
I think I am done ranting. So on a totally separate note...
I was listening to the radio today, and discovered this wonderful station, AM 1140. It is this Christian radio station with all these interesting programs. It is the kind of station that plays Focus on the Family and other Christian programs, most of which are utter junk (radio plays and the like).
So I was listening to this guy today, from the Christian Research Institute, some company based out of the states that has a branch here in Calgary. And it is a phone is program where you ask him a question and he will answer it for you. Anything Christian or biblical related. The show I was listening to was Bible Answer Man. This guy was so full of shit. He didn’t really answer people’s questions. He kind of slid around them. Gave them these bullshit things that were so full of holes. If I had that dudes knowledge of the Bible and Christianity, I could have done much better. I think I could have just with the knowledge I have now. He was going on at one point about how there are different levels of pleasure in heaven. Depending on how your acted on Earth would reflect on how wonderful heaven would be. Everyone there would experience the glories of heaven, some just more so than others. He used the examples of buckets of water. They are all full, some pails are just bigger than others. WTF?! The same goes for hell. Everyone there will suffer eternal torment, some just more than others. Eg. ‘Hitler’s torment will be far worse than that suffered my your garden variety pagan. This is what the dude said. This guy is so far out to lunch. He kept quoting verses which didn’t even make sense. They didn’t fit with what he was saying at all. I just think he was trying to sound smart in front of the kinda simple callers/listeners. He just really pissed me off, but I am going to have to start listening to him more because I learn things, like how to pull his arguments apart, and how I would have answered the caller.
I was listening to this other program called Back to the Bible. This is a really big program that is broadcast all over the world in over 100 languages and dialects, and has been on the air since the 60’s with TWR. So I figured this guy might have something decent to say. NOPE! He was going on about evangelizing and said that it is our duty to bring the Word of God to people that haven’t heard it. But, if they choose not to accept it, it is out of our hands. We are no longer to blame for their eternal damnation. You did what you could, now it is up to them to save themselves. That is exactly the attitude that is turning people away. Where is the compassion in that? You have to stay. Help them. Coach them along. You can’t just tell someone the story of Jesus, hand them a Bible and say that it is up to them to figure out the rest. If someone rejects it right from that get-go that you just leave it at that. Oh, they said no. Too bad, they are going to hell. It isn’t my problem anymore. I tried. I gave them the message. I did my part. Sucks to be them. They are going to burn in eternal damnation, but it doesn’t affect me any. My hands are clean. C’mon! The same book that says to spread the word of God also preaches compassion, and where is the compassion in that?
The station does make the day go by quicker though. That is a good thing.
Oh yeah, my boss is gone now, well he leaves tomorrow, after dropping my check off. But he said he is going to pay me even more for next weeks work. There is more than he initially thought, so no such luck in getting a day off. It is going to take me the whole week, maybe even Saturday. But he is going to pay me more, maybe $14/hr for the week. Because I am working alone and it is hard on the back and knees. I am crawling around on my hands and knees all day. It is killer on the back, but I figure if I load up on Advil I will be okay.
Well that is enough. There is a lot there and I don’t feel like going back and reading it over to see what I wrote. Posting time.

My boss is going away

My boss is leaving on Fri morning. This means that tomorrow is going to be my last day with him for the next week. Yay! He even said I get Sat off. I think I might go in anyway. We'll see. He gave me a job to do, and all he wants is for me to finish it by the end of next week. So if I finish it before fri, I get to take the remainder of the week off and he will pay me for the entire week. He was hoping that would be enough incentive for me to finish. I would think so. I am going to work my ass off so maybe I can have a day off.

Only 3 more weeks of work. I start school on the 25, and I get to pick up my laptop on the 11. I am getting excited. Hey, that means I only have 1.5 weeks left to work with my boss. Yay!

I am tired. I am going to bed.

what a wonderful weekend

Final Day at Folk Fest:

I saw Kim Barlow's(the picture doesn't do her justice, she is far cuter) little concert, bought her CD, gingerbread, and met her and got an autograph. How cool is that?! The CD is amazing. I am quite enjoying it. She has this song, "Garage Sale" which is quite amusing with a catchy tune. She has this song, "Like a baby" about an anorexic cheerleader, which is a little disturbing.

This one workshop, with Buck 65, Slainte Mhath, and Horace X, was awesome. The music got totally out of hand, and Buck 65 even played Black Sabbath's "Ironman" on his turntables. It was so cool.

Blue Rodeo was awesome. It was nice to hear some stuff that I actually knew before the weekend.

Sarah Harmer was good. Much better than at the Sister's of Song workshop, which I found quite boring.

You could tell that it was the end of the weekend, everyone was subdued, there wasn't as much cheering, and lots of people left early.

On Thurs. evening, I came home and was reminising about the day, and was a little disapointed. It was quite what I expected it to be, and was worried the rest of the weekend would be more of the same. Kinda boring. Boy was I wrong. I just kept getting better. Despite the heat, the bands kept rocking and the people kept cheering and dancing. What a festival.

For my first Folk Fest ever, I must say it was amazing. Thank you so much ladies (Jo, Heather, Kari) for the wonderful weekend, and showing me just how much fun folk fest can be. For putting up with my drunkeness and having fun with the fruit.

"Dairies, Dairies, Dairies." -Heather

The atmosphere was awesome, the people were awesome (except for the masses of scary lesbians on Sat.), and the company was fantastic.

Thank you all.

Later that day (10:15 p.m.)

Okay, here's the breakdown:

Price:

Flight - $411.29 CAD (incl tax) Calgary to Anaheim via Phoenix, next Tues at 7:20 and arriving at 11:07. Returning the next day, similar times (9-1). Through Expedia.ca

Concert Ticket - $78.00 US for the concert ticket. Meatloaf. 8pm. 2nd Tier.

Hotel? I am not sure yet, I am still trying to determine where I am going to stay that night until I have to be at the airport for the following morning. It is only for 8 hours. I could prolly sleep in the airport or something. Not very comfortable, but the price is right.

So should I go? Or no? I really want to. But it is expensive. I know I am going to regret it for the rest of my life, every time a Meatloaf song comes on the radio I am going to kick myself because I didn't go and see him on his final tour. I have to. It is only just over $500. I can just cut corners in other areas of my life, like moving home instead of living in res. Yeah, that is a good idea. *laugh* I have to buy the tickets by tomorrow. Or tonight at midnight, I am not sure which. I just don't know how far it is from the airport to Anaheim Grove. I guess I should figure that out first. (just checked on the distance from teh grove to the airport, 20km, or about 17 min driving time. Taxi? Bus? Shuttle? Let's see...)

Decisions, Decisions...

Folk Fest Day 3

Okay, I saw Ani. And I still don't much care for her. Way to much hype over nothing.

Notes on Ani:

Yes, she knows how to play acoustic, and she does have a pretty voice, except when she does that high, wafty, willowy voice. That is rather annoying, though her facial expressions are cute.

She looks better without dreads.

When she gets into her angry music (the left-wing hippie crap) the music gets bad. Not just lyric-wise, but musically. Her guitar playing goes down the drain and her voice goes bad.

I will agree that she does have some intelligent things to say, not a lot, but some. She says certain things that are good, ie I agree with them, but her fan base takes it to the extreme, thus eliminating the point of the message.

Notes on Folk Fest Day 3:

Kris Demeanor is awesome. I quite enjoyed him when he did this workshop with Kim Barlow, and this other woman. They really clicked on the stage when they were jamming together, and I have a feeling that is what the workshops are supposed to be like.

I saw Sarah Harmer. Yay! I quite like her, but the workshop she did, with the Waifs, whom I also enjoyed, and this whiny, annoying thing from Iowa, was rather boring. They just took turns playing songs. There was no real interaction, which really took away from the whole thing.

Al Stewart was lame. I was so disapointed. I was really looking forward to him and "Year of the Cat." But it was just him on the stage, solo, with an acoustic. Lame.

So now I have seen Elvis Costello and Sarah Harmer, Ani, and Danu. Yes, I fell asleep during them, but they were still cool. Tomorrow I will see Blue Rodeo, Ian Tyson, and hopefully lots of other good acts.

Okay, I can't believe that Heather doesn't like Robin Black. Well, actually I can. It is very much 80's rock. Kinda Poison/G&R/other cool bands. And since most people, at least those I associate with, don't much care for 80's music, of any kind. So I forgive them. Heather and I have called a truce, because we can still talk about sports, mainly baseball. Which is cool, because before I started listening to Jim Rome, (I will get to that in another entry, because it will take me awhile.) I would never have had any clue about what she was talking about, but know I actually know things. I can carry on a conversation with her regarding the Jays, and MLB. I am impressed.

I am tired, and am going to bed. I have another fun-filled day ahead of me, so I will be off.

I am sorry...

I am such an ass. I am sorry to all those I affected. I behaved like a total twit and should never have acted that way. I am sorry. I had too much to drink, I know that. My apologizes. I am sitting here, feeling like a total ass, because that is how I acted. I know that, and I am still drunk. Yes, one pitcher of cider. That is all it took. I guess I overestimated my tolerance level.

I know I fucked up. I apologize for it.

Folk Fest tonight was really awesome. Danial Lanois was amazing. I was really impressed. Yes, I was drunk when I heard him, but I am still impressed. I was not, however, drunk for any of the other acts. The Bill Hilly band was really awesome. I really enjoyed their show. I enjoyed most of the acts tonight.

Once again, I am really sorry.

Politeness

What happened to manners? To politeness? I mean, is it to much for someone to say please and thank you? Or excuse me please instead of move? Or stay on the ladder, instead of "Get on the fucking ladder!"

Yes, once again I had to deal with my boss and his temper tantrums. I think of all the people I know, his politness is almost non-existent, even when he is in a decent mood. the only time I have ever heard him say sorry, was to a cocoon that he had to pull out of the soffits because we were painting. Never any other time. When he asks for things there is never any please or thank you, (actually I think he has said please once) it is always an order. I know the guy doesn't particularly like me and everything, but give me some credit. I don't enjoy coming to work and getting shit and abuse all day. Well not all day, but whenever it happens, it makes it seem like all day.

I just wish people in general would be more polite. Hold doors for each other, say hi, help people when they need it, stop and check if someone is okay if they trip and fall. Politeness was drilled into my brain from the moment I could move. I know I am not alway the politest person in the world, but I generally make a point to try.

I know I am just whining, but I had a shitty morning and needed to get it out. My boss was pissy, I forgot my lunch, and instead of it being overly hot, it was cold. WTF?!

I get to go to Folk Fest soon. I am very excited. It was lots of fun last night. I only knew two of Elvis' songs, but he was amazing. So were the other guys we saw, except this little dude from Norway. He kinda sucked.

I Won!

Fun and exciting news: I won a one year membership to a gun club and rifle range. Yay! That is so sweet. It took a little while to sink in, so I wasn't really excited when I first found out. But now I am elated. This is so cool. I never win things. Now I have to goa dn write my Restricted Firearms Safety Test, so that I can buy my dad's 9mm, and start practicing and maybe competing. YAY! I am so excited.

Folk Fest is today. Another big YAY! Elvis Costello is playing tonight. I am so excited. I think it may rain, but whatever. I had a good day. It was like 20 degrees all day, so I didn't roast my butt off, and my boss was in a decent mood. And, I found out that he, my boss, is going on vacation on Aug 2. How sweet is that? I will get to work by myself for the whole week. Set my own hours and whatnot. Actually take coffee breaks. It will be a little boring though. Working all by myself, and I will just be painting baseboards all day, so that is going to suck. And it is all indoors, where the air is stuffy and dry, thus killing my contacts. This is starting to sound not-so-great afterall, but there is no Lawrence (boss) so everything will be just peachy. So once again, YAY!

Today's entry has been brought to you by the letters, Y and A, and the punctuation mark, !.

Shocking

I picked up a copy of the recent FFWD, and as I was skimming through, I noticed a review for Shaolin Soccer. Much to my surprise, it was praising it. I thought it just looked like another Big Green, or Mighty Ducks, but apparently it was done by this big comedic guy in China, and is quite good. I was not expecting a review praising this movie, especially in FFWD, it was kinda cool.

Mama Bean and I have been together 25 months tomorrow. Yay!

Randomness

We went strawberry picking yesterday. It was lots of fun. Then we came home and made jam. I haven't tried any yet, but I am hoping it is good.

There was a guy sitting aross the aisle from me on the train today, with 14 earings in his left ear, increasing in guage as they went down. Both his lobes were stretched with 1 1/2" dia. circles. It was kinda gross. He was also wearing sandles with his toenails painted this puke yellowish-green. He was a pretty ugly guy too. Oh, and he was wearing short shorts with a band tattoo around his upper thigh. Strange people.

I went to the foot doctor today, he says I shouldn't start my running program again until Sept. Sad...

Only 5 more weeks of work left. I am quite looking forward to the end of that, and the beginning of school.

Folk Fest is on the weekend. I am getting veryt excited. I have never been before, so this will be totally new for me. And I can't wait to try this amazing cider that I have been looking forward to for about 4 months now.

I think that is it. Maybe more later.

VD and Pregnancy...hey, it rhymes.

Okay, so I have been thinking, is it the guys responsibility, or the girls, to carry protection if they are going to sleep around? This thought has been plagueing my thoughts the past few days. Ever since I was sitting in the bar and this girl's purse spilt and among the contents of her purse were a number of condoms. This kinda caught me off guard. Namely because I don't hang around with a lot of people that do that sort of thing. Have one-night flings or what-not. I know that both men and women carried protection, but I hadn't consiously thought about it. So now it has me thinking.

I thought we were in an age of sensitive guys. We ushered out the age where machisimo, tough guys, was the standard, and brought about the time of sensitive, caring guys. So in this age, should it not be up to the guy to carry protection? Sure if the girl is on the pill or deppo or what-ever, but that is different. It shouldn't just be up to the girl to protect herself. The guy should want to protect himself, as well as his potential partner. But, maybe that is only if sex means something. When it is beyond just a carnal act of self-gratification. Maybe it is just old fashioned thinking on my part, that the guy should look out for the women. I mean, doesn't this fall somewhere under the laws of chivalry. It is probably right after throwing your jacket over a puddle so the lady can walk over it as opposed to around it. So, being after this rather well-known rule, it falls in the shadow of the afore mentioned rule. As I am not a part of this culture, I may be missing something and may sound like I am out in left field somewhere, but I just don't understand it.

Women shouldn't have to carry condems. It should be the responsibility of those it clothes. Yes it serves as protection to both, but c'mon guys, show a little decency and carry your own condoms. Birth control and STD protection shouldn't be left up to the lady.

To quote a sports journalist that I don't really much care for "these are my thoughts, not yours..."

I'm out.

Lip Piercings

Alright, so what is the deal with all the lip piercings? Is everyone and their dog getting it done? It was kinda cool when a few people had it done, but now I can't go anywhere without seeing someone with it done. And it looks really bad on some people. Especially if they have full lips, and it is in the center. It makes them look as though their lip is swollen.

See the great thing about having my tongue pierced, is that there aren't alot of people, especially guys that have it done, and it is hidden. Most people can't tell I have one. So I don't really understand this whole "hop on the bandwagon" and get pierced like everyone else. I am just no for not being cool.

And congrats to Heather on her new job.

I got a raise!

Yay!

Speeding up at work, and busting my ass most of the time is starting to pay off. Literally. I received a $1.50/hr raise today, bumping me up to $12/hr.

I guess this means I am going to have to continue to work hard. I think I can manage.

Hunting for Bambi

For all the adventure seekers out there that are ready to take it to the next level. A new "sport" has arrived. Bambi Hunting. No, there is no deer involved, nor real guns.

It involves paintball guns, liquored up, masochistic guys, that travel from as far away as Germany, and naked women, who are most likely tricked on on Crystal Meth. The point of this "sport?" To shoot naked women with paintball guns. I can't think of anything more degrading to women. These guys pay 5 to 10 grand to partake in this oh so fun activity. There are various ranches in Nevada that are hosting events such as these. I mean, WTF!? Are these girls that just don't cut it in the strip club? Or can't make ends meet working the street? C'mon on, in the grand scheme of things these girls make prostitutes look like brain surgeons. For their efforts, the girls receive $2500 if they don't get shot, and $1000 if they do get hit. This is in an effort to keep it as "natural as possible", says one of the ranch owners. What is this world coming to? For more info see Hunting For Bambi.

Familiar Strangers

You know those people that you see everyday, i.e. on the bus or train or walking down the street. Those "familiar strangers," I believe the term is. I have this urge to say hi to them. Nothing more. Just a casual good morning. I see them everyday, it is almost as if I know them. To me, the next thing to do is to say hi to them. You don't have to take it any farther than that. But I am told this is because of my "small town mentality." Growing up in a smaller community, this is just what happens. You say hi to people. A friendly greeting. But apparently this violates some sort of rule. Takes the relationship places it doesn't need to go. I don't really understand this. Well, I kinda do, but I still have the urge to say hi to them. And maybe I will. Just to break this cycle. Make some people uncomfortable. Maybe they will see the err in their ways or maybe it will brighten someones day. That would be nice. I like brightening people's days.

On a side note, not for those with a weak stomach, some Malaysian dude, over the weekend, who was high on hallucinangenics, cut off his penis, fried it, and ate it. He didn't realize what he had done until later, when he noticed all the blood flowing from his groin area. Sad...

And in sports news, Dion Sanders, NFLer, and half-decent, major league baseball player, is being sued by a mechanic that did work on one of his vehicles. Apparently Dion had a $4500 bill, that he only paid $1500 of. Dion claims that Jesus told him he only had to pay this much and that he wanted the "Praise Jesus" discount. Will wonders never cease... He is a professional athlete, it isn't like he is short on cash.

Mama Bean is back

Yay! My Mama Bean is back. The missing her is over. Life can now resume as normal. It was wonderful to see her again. A week is a long time to be apart.

Just wait until it is 2 months...but we won't think about that right now.

I think it is time to go camping soon. I want to go camping. That would be fun.

Cheap Trick Kicks Ass

Cheap Trick...

I knew I loved 80's rock for a reason.

Drum solo...

Enter a 12-string bass...

A guitar that is actually 5 guitars (i have seen those with 2, but never 5)...

Then, from nowhere comes the screaming of a orange, see-through, electric...

Yes. That is the way rock is supposed to happen.

It was awesome. They were everything I was hoping for and then some.

Unfortunatly, the bar we went to after, not so good. No strongbow, no big rock... How sad is that. then the "bar-wench" proceeded to make fun of me saying that I was only 19 and should be drinking Canadian of Kokanee. What is this world coming to...

Yay! I get to see Mama Bean tomorrow. I miss her so very much. Well I don't actually get to see her tomorrow, but she will be back in town and I will get to talk to her. 'S good, because I miss her.

Ego Boost

Well, the rain did ruin our paint job. Sad... We sprayed the whole house. All of it, and it was all ruined. Since the paint was water-based, and it wasn't dry yet, the water mixed with the paint, diluted it and ran down the house. My boss, amazingly enough was in a good mood as well. Jordan called in sick, because he hurt himself working out, again. So it was just Lawrence and I. I am hoping Lawrence noticed that I work harder when he is in a good mood. I was hauling ass today. Moving shit, running around, setting things up. Sanding, scraping, etc... We should hopefully finish up most everything tomorrow, and then just have to go back for a 1/2 day to finish. That will be nice. Then we get to move onto another job. I am not sure if I get Fri off yet, but I will find out tomorrow.

I got the biggest ego boost today. I went to the salon to visit and pick up my pay stubs, and they have hired a new girl. Dannia, or something like that. Karyn was really happy to see me, she came over and gave me a hug. *smile* I felt special. Then she did my eyebrows for free. Yay! When she took me into her room, the first thing out of her mouth was, "She is dumber than a stick." It was so funny. Apparently she has been there for a couple of weeks now, and is just totally useless. She can't work on Saturdays, one of the busiest days, and is just all around dumb. Mark said that just because he hired someone awesome (me), they aren't used to this girl and they have to give her a chance, as they are not doing that now. Or so says Mark. *big smile* I thought it was great. As I was standing there I could feel my head swelling.

I don't think things are going to work out for the army for this summer. I still am not able to run. I haven't been to physio for the past month, but the podiatrist said to only go for another week or two after I saw him and I went for 3 before switching jobs forced me to stop. I think I will start going again, but I have to talk to Lawrence. As I don't have a car, it makes it difficult to get around because we aren't on a c-train or main bus route. So as I still can't run, I don't know if I will be able to join in the fall. I have been biking more, but I don't think that will cut it. Maybe in January... This isn't helping my plan any. I have this perfectly worked out plan, and this is screwing it up. I will just have to make some minor adjustments and see what I can do. I was kinda counting on receiving the $2000/yr from the military to help with my school, and as a decent paying p/t job. Though I don't even know if they will let me join now that I have this problem with my foot. The fact that I need to wear orthotics will be a hamper to my combat ability. Hmm... I think I will call my case office and talk to her.

Now, I am going for a bike ride, I hope it doesn't rain.

Later...

I just finished biking 30 km. For someone that only bikes maybe once a week, that is rather impressive. I went from downtown, and followed the bow river pathway all the way down to fish creek park. That is a long friggin way. I am so tired. When I stopped to cross a street near the end, I was to tired to unclip my pedal in time and fell over. Right there on the street. I came to a stop, a fell over. How sad is that. Now my forarm and elbow is swelling. I should ice it. I am really tired. I am going to go have a shower and eat something. I can't believe I just did that. BTW, I took the train back, I didn't bike back. Sorry.

Stupid Weather

We just spent all day working our asses off, getting yelled at, and it is possibly all ruined.

It was a lovely day today. Lots of sun, no clouds, none of the predicted rain. Till now. We finished at 4, and it is now five. And it the hail is coming down like you wouldn't believe. Huge ones. Like 3 cm across. Not even a nice little sprinkle. The house could have handled that, but I don't think this will go over very well. It is a latex paint. There was not even any rain to precede the hail. Just rain. Now it is pouring. Lots of lightening. The right bright stuff with really loud thunder. I haven't seen or heard anyhting like this in a long time.

And Lawrence was already in a really pissy mood today. He kept yelling at Jordan and I, cursing and swearing. Yelling at the ladders. Yelling at us b/c of the ladders. Yelling at the radio b/c the reception sucked. Then he proceeded to pick up and throw the radio. Lots of fun. I can just imagine what he will be like tomorrow. *sigh* Maybe, by some stroke of luck, the paint is fine. Maybe it has all dried and is going to be okay. That is all I can hope for.

Well I have decided to sacrifice freedom to keep myself from further debt. See yesterday. Well, not all debt, but a substantially less amount. It is going to be really tough, but I am sure I will be able to handle it.

It is still coming down pretty staedy, but it is no longer a torential downpour. I really hope it didn't wreck our days work.

I was going to go and see Eve 6 tonight. They are playing at the coke stage, but not till 8:30. Hopefully it will have cleared up by then. This doesn't look to be a very long storm. Just short and powerful. I can already hear the lightening and thunder moving away. I am also going to see Cheap Trick on Fri, and spend the afternoon at the stampede with Mama Bean on Sun., and see Treblecharger. That will be cool. They had lots of awesome bands this year. Not just at the stampede but at this other thing they have at the Telus convention center. doug and the slugs, chilliwack, trooper, april wine. It is really impressive. It is too bad I am too poor to go. Oh well, another time.

I really hope this weather picks up. Why couldn't we have another drought year, at least until I am done painting.

Oh, and a big RIP to the man, Barry White, who kicked the bucket on the weekend.

Later that evening...9:30pm

Well I didn't make it to Eve 6 sad... Oh well, I still get to see Cheap Trick on Fri, and Treblecharger on Sun. That will have to do. I will survive.

It did stop raining though. That is a good thing. I guess I will find out tomorrow morning how things are going to work out. We were possibly going to have Fri. off because Lawrence always goes to the rodeo, but I dunno. Stupid Weather!

Why can't things just fall into place for a change?

Okay, so the gov't decided, in their infinite wisdom to cut my student funding from previous levels of $7500/yr to $1650/sem. They say it is because they expect my parents to contribute over $5000, and that I am expected to live at home. I don't get that. I am slowly working on my parents to convince them to give me some money for school, and I think they are going to crack, but live at home? I think not. I can't go from living on my own to living at home again. Life just doesn't work that way. I can't do that. Complete freedom to my parents control. Not even that much control but still. There are so many more thigns that I can do living on my own. I wouldn't feel guilty about coming home at all hours of the night. Grr.... Why must things be so difficult. I would save SO MUCH money by living at home though. I could even live at home for the first year, save the money I would have spent on rent because my mom said that they wouldn't charge me rent if I lived at home and was going to school. I would save $2500 in rent alone, never mind phone and whatnot. But if I live at home I could get cheap internet, my own phone line and stuff.... WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? Can't life just be simple for a little while? Can't things just fall into place and work out for me?

Living at home I would also make being able to go and visit Mama Bean a whole lot cheaper. It would make life easier to get a job, because there are a lot more farther south. And it would save me so much money. *sigh* And I don't have Mama Bean around to talk to.

No rent. A little bit for food. A low phone bill. No roomates, just a family. A brother and parents with a car. Just think of all the money I could save. Just think... Just think of the freedom I would have to give up. Is sacrificing freedom to save money worth it? Maybe not in the short-term, but long-term?

*sigh* What to do...

2 days is like an eternity

2 days without talking to my girl. No communication whatsoever. *sigh* That is a long time. And I don't get to see her for 5 days. I haven't done that in a very long time. S'ok though, I will survive. I get to talk to her on Mon. *smile* I can wait that long.

Such a long time...

Olympics in Canada

Mmmm...the joys of getting to put in a fresh set of contacts. So wonderful. Yay for Vancouver and their olympic bid. Yay that Toronto won't get it.