Sun, Apr 22/01 5:58pm
Wow, now today my dad's the one flyin' high. He's been wandering around the house all day, afraid that his drunken alcoholic girlfriend (who he hates) went off and killed herself. Don't ask me how he came to that conclusion. All his evidence amounts to her not being home when he woke up. Yes, that's it. So he's called the hospitals, the cops, the bars (probably not in that order) in order to find her. Finally while being consoled by some drunk friend of his, she called and left a message on the answering machine. Aww, it's true love after all.
Or not.
Sat, Apr 21/01 12:35am
Oh wow, Boots was in rare form tonight. I don't know what the hell was wrong with her, but it was hilarious! I guess it was mainly due to lack of sleep. Geez she was hilarious. Wandering around aimlessly, babbling jibberish, generally not making any sense whatsoever . . . and she knew it, that was part of the excellence. Oh yeah, drooling all over my pillows, having sudden jerks as she played touch and go with sleep, what an awesome evening. Heh, then as she was leaving she knocked over my orange crush, and stepped in it. Well she threw off her sock and demanded another one, hiding her bare foot all the while. She didn't watch where her wet sock landed, so I just grabbed it and handed it back to her. It took until she got it on to figure out that it was the same sock. Ahh, sometimes life seems to be worth itself.
But sometimes not. Helped my mom move even MORE of her crap today, and there's still the HEAVY stuff tomorrow. And tomorrow MORNING, at that. Grr. But I'll probably be up anyhow. Seems lately the thing to do is visit my dad at early hours and yap for the whole morning. And it seems you're only cool if you speak in a yell around my house . . . you're only cool if you yell and wake me, anyhow. Bastards. Fucking fucking bastards. All of a sudden I'm really angry at that asshole. It took an hour of listening to AFI to calm my anger when he was first a dick this morning. Grr.
But now I'm off to try mIRC. Hope it aint complicated.
Fri, Apr 20/01 12:09am
What a day it turns out to be when you lose your wallet. I shouldn't have cleaned things up today, that's where I went wrong. See, I had my wallet out, picking up this disc from Ebay and I left the wallet on my bed. Then I went through some boxes of stuff to throw down into the basement and clear out some of my room clutter, and I apparently tossed the wallet into one of the boxes. And tonight I actually needed it! I was going to take Boots out to a night at the second level of the Sears Festival tonight, but she ended up having to pay my way and hers. The plays were basically pretty halfassed. There was one good one though, with some wicked choreography about Trudeau. Some tasty bitches wandering around too.
But fuck, I'm so tired. For whatever reason I was up til past 6 last night/this morning. And of course, my piece of shit father gave me hell for sleeping in til 12. Oh no, not a whole 6 hours! Bastard. And he's even more cheery than usual because he's trying to quit smoking. And you know, I hope he does, just so this extreme assholishness isn't for nothing... and isn't repeated. He's been throwing around vicious expletives all week and just generally being a real pissant with everyone. So I'm uber-tired with putting up with his mindless trash and throwing around my entire room for my stupid wallet. And tomorrow I get to help my mom move heavy things! Fucking fuck.
Sun, Apr 15/01 2:39am
I've been wondering if I'd like to partner with someone and co-write full time for another site. It sounds like fun to me, and sounds like something that could keep my interest for more than a week, too. Anyone with any interest in something of the sort, let me know. My email's pasted on here enough times for a person to find it, I think.
Sat, Apr 14/01 11:51pm
You know, sometimes you get a really good mix of foods you just wouldn't expect to be good. Right now I'm chowing down on peanut butter and crackers, dry corn pops and chocolate covered almonds. Washing it down with some thick apple juice. Not bad.
Seeing as how I didn't do too much today(other than get bitched at for basically everything from the holocaust to gay dogs in heat by my just-today-returned-from-the-hospital father), I'll go into the rest of the story I had a couple days ago.
Basically, it's as follows. I had returned from Toronto with the whole moving thing, and I call up Boots. Well, she wants me to go over for Survivor night at her place, but I'd already told Matt I'd hang out with him. She was going to go to the Friday the 13th at Port Dover, with her parents being weekend bikers and all, and asked if I wanted to get up in the *MoRnInG* and go with her to walk around and look at bikes and buy stuff. I was kind of indifferent, but also kind of bitchy from my tiredness so I let her go before I pissed her off too much(I did some and wanted to avoid more anger). But I felt bad. I called Matt back and told him I'd be over soon, took a shower and decided I'd Boots back because of some realizations I'd had. She does a lot with/for me, and I figured I should do the same. But she said it was really okay, and was happy that I'd called her back just to apologize for how I was even though I couldn't really help it. Mm. Such a great person. So I happily went to see Matt, and more happily went to get pizza. On the way back to his place from pizza, he saw a friend of his and we went out to a classic under-age, punks in the park get-together. And it was fun and it brought back a lot of screwy memories. One of the young Hoovers was there, and a couple of kids I remember from back in the high school days whose classes I looked after for my peer helping class. I scammed a beer and a couple of shots, had some laughs, and went home. It was late, I was tired and sick. I'm still sick because of that night, I'm thinking.
Mary the Alcoholic Clown. Seems she's picked up a little somethin' on the side, I think. Past couple of nights when my dad was still holed up in his hospital bed, she's been wandering off into various cars piloted by various stupid men. Interesting. And it fills me with hope as well. Maybe something else will sweep her away... wow, what a glorious day that would be.
Fri, Apr 13/01 12:51am
Well, this theatre friend of mine needed people to help him help his sister move. For some reason he asked me. For some reason I said yes. We left last night, so there'd be no getting up ridiculously early to go today. That didn't happen the way it was supposed to, for one thing. Ended up going to bed at like 3:45 or so, and getting up around 7. Ugh. And it was just that I couldn't sleep because of my weird time schedule thing. So then I get up and help the bitch move. The sister turned out to be this harsh bitch with a nasty fake demeanor and an even more fake laugh, and her boyfriend was fucking French so he was wandering with this accent I couldn't understand, and then there was the other guy that was helping... oh man. This other guy... there was just something about him. The combo of his chicken neck and ass-chin... didn't like it. And his personality... no no no. He was a dick. That about sums it up. Just this macho frikkin moron who knew best about everything. Irritating. At least I'm not macho.
Wellllllll... finally got all the stuff to Princess Bitch's new place (which was ENORMOUS and a place that would be too big for me if I had a wife and like 5 kids), and going up the stairs something I was carrying bumped the wall. Uh huh. And I scraped it, just a teeny bit underneath the handrail. Under the handrail. And she starts giving me this lecture and makes me feel like a clumsy ass. I mean, this wench is getting free labour, I could have been sleeping in my nice bed, but I decided I'd help a stranger out. What a hag, no? I was about to say something when she spun around to turn her attention elsewhere.
However.
It doesn't happen often to me. Not often at all. So when it does, it slays me, just slays me really. When it happens I'm all over it, I adore it, it's FAN-tastic.
Instant karma, man. Check it out:
We'd just moved enough junk out of the back of the cube van so that we could send it off and go get the (fucking) *PiAnO* that had to come too. It was the kind of van that didn't have a ramp, but had this electric lift thing on the back door that folded out. So the lift was out, and it extended an extra like, oh... 4 feet or so onto the back of the van, right? Well in the driveway right next to the van is the bitch's brand new fucking Allure or whatever. Alero maybe? Yeah yeah, maybe. It was new and it was silver and it was snotty, whatever it was. So it's sitting there, and fucking Gomer with the macho attitude bullshit climbs into the drivers seat of the cube van. The back door's still wayyyyy open. The lift is still sitting way out off the back, which of course you can't really see from the drivers seat...
Dude, this was awesome. Gomer pulls a wide turn out of the driveway in the cube van and SLICES through the back end of the bitch's brand new car with the extended lift. Slices easily.
The broad pitches a FIT... and I run off to an invisible corner because I was NOT able to stop laughing.
Instant fucking karma. And that's my story. I'll write about the *other* shit involving Matt, Mary and Boots tomorrow!
Tues, Apr 10/01 5:27pm
Unnnnggghhh... sick again. Wasn't I just sick? Fuck. It started yesterday with the thick throat garbage which I truly believe to be among the worst parts of having a cold/flu bug. Spent most of the wee hours of last night and this morning trying to sweat it out, to little avail, of course. But, most of the thick throat crap is gone, and it's really just chills, sweats, aches and naseau now. Yeah, *just* that. Unngh.
Went to see my dad at the hospital today. Spent way too much time, like over a half hour, waiting for the nurses to dress his wound/scar/whatever. Then there was the time with him. Yap yap yap. Oh well. Seems he'll be in there til Saturday or so, maybe Sunday.
They had a bit of a read through for the new show at PJ today. It makes me feel good that they want me in as a part of that.
Can't put together any more coherent thoughts, it's time to go.
Sun, Apr 8/01 3:14pm
Whoa, just saw my old bud the Bearded-racist on Speakers Corner, bitching about Toronto's Olympic bid. That was cool. Wished he got into some screaming though, that would have been excellent. Not much else to say, just thought that was pretty cool. Drunk Mary's been on the phone all afternoon crying to various people who probably are just trying to get off the damn phone with her. Nevermind that I've been waiting for a call or anything... damn her crusty alcoholic hide.
Sun, Apr 8/01 2:28am
Soooooooo. Just came back from Plan B's cast party with Boots. After knocking back a couple of beers I managed to loosen up around the bunch of assholes that were there. It turned out to be alright, even if I was only there for 2 hours or so before it fell to pieces. I'd forgotten what parties are basically all about, really. Naturally there were some people kissing my ass about this show or that show, and there were people staring at me in my fishnets and whatever else, and there were the people I actually knew to talk with, which was basically Plan B, Gay Jacob, Boots, Boots' sister and a few random others I knew, including Stuck Up Kevin. Stuck Up Kevin is someone B's interested in, but he doesn't return the affection and actually makes her feel rather small. Tonight she let loose the whole story on me about her and him, or the un-story, really, and I made what sense of it I could and gave my opinion. Basically he's self deceiving among lovely other things, and I didn't understand why he wouldn't at least take her for a roll in the hay. God knows I was thinking that all night myself. And if I wasn't involved, tonight it probably could have went down quite easily, when including the mutual drunkenness factor. I think I may have perturbed Boots with spending so much time with B and her problem, but hell, it may have been the last time I see her, and she had a true to life helluva problem she needed some guidance on, so ehn. She'll get over it, she's good for letting me go my way and try to aid other people sometimes, which is a part of why enjoy her so. She realizes what's just petty girl crap feelings and that I really dig her. Confidence gets me hot.
I think that's about it for now, because The Big Lebowski is on Showcase and I'm pretty fucking tanked still, and beating off is also a good idea to me right now.
Sat, Apr 7/01 1:45am
We aint got no place to go, lets go to the punk rock show.
So I did. Fuck, it's been a while. Boots took me, even. Quite nice of her, especially considering I spent most of the night in what they called a pit. It kind of makes me sad when I'm the dominant force in a pit. Kind of sad, kind of not, you know what I'm talking about. Fuck, and there was this one dude who must have been high or drunk or something and kept taking some really nasty spills, but of course he wouldn't leave the pit. No no, he'd just fucking lay there for a while holding whatever part of himself he'd hurt that time while everyone gathered around and held the other people off him, then he'd get up, thrash around like an idiot and fall down again. Really just held everyone else up from having a better time with his stupidity. And like, ugh, nevermind. He just didn't fit in there and was irritating.
Today was just weird in general. Top points go to getting a phone call from some dude faking a scottish accent asking me if I was up for playing bass in his band with all kinds of secrecy shit. Like, wouldn't tell me his name, said 'undisclosed location' a lot and said he was a friend of a friend, who I'd met once before. But hell, I said I was in... this could be interesting if it's not just some schmuck friend of mine being a dork. I actually thought it might have been Long Lost Doug for a while. I guess it could be, still. Well, I'll find out or I wont, eh?
Cast party tomorrow for Boots' Sears show. Should also be fun, mmhmn.
Thurs, Apr 5/01 11:59pm
Damn, the day continues, and continues in a good way even. Boots came over for a surprise visit, she enjoys doing that. Then a couple hours later Matt gives me a call and he comes over. Matt just has this effect on me. Whenever I'm around him I start talking like him and can't stop laughing. He's really a hell of a guy too. Now? I just polished off a tv dinner, had myself some crackers and peanut butter and I'm laying back doin' nothing again. Ahh, sweet nectar of life.
Thurs, Apr 5/01 4:00pm
Blah! You know it's a good day when you have nothing to do but sit around and remark on how you have nothing to do. Work yesterday was mahvelous, and by that I mean it's great that it was yesterday and isn't right now. I'm actually a little sore, but that's what I get from laying around before that, I suppose. Racked up $180 in all for my 10 hours of work... actually I think it was 9 hours in the end, but yesterday they had a minimum 4 hour pay even though it only turned out to be 3 hours because we're so damn speedy. Lee was working this thing too, and he was telling me about the place he works at sometimes, called Ashton White or something like that, who do theatre out of Burlington. Apparently they're always looking for people too, and pay by the day. At least $100 per day. He says they want people starting in late April, and he'd be driving there and back anyhow for his own profit, so it sounded like a not bad job. He gave me his email so I can send him a copy of my resume to bring in. After hearing this good news, I couldn't not help him when he asked me if I'd help his sister move with him, which it looks like I'll be doing next Thursday. Eventually when all was done I walked over to the mall to deposit my cheque, and got a receipt out of the atm that said I have $159 in my account. Seems osap came to visit after all, they were just a little late. Bastards. While at the mall I missed my bus to get back, so I decided to walk and tired myself out with the hike. Stopped at my moms, thought it was the thing to do, but no one was there. Ehn, oh well.
So then there was later that night. Came home to see my father still here, thought he was supposed to have gone to the hospital but I was mistaken, he did that early today. So 2:00 am rolls around and Mary stumbles in. Fuck, it was hilarious. Them both screaming at each other, calling each other names, man... my dad was all hyped up and I couldn't get enough. They so deserve each other... the only thing is, I don't deserve either of them so she needs to leave so I don't have to hear her or hear about her any more. But it was classy, oh, it was classy last night. I give it two thumbs up. And now he's gone to the hospital for a week, thank God. Does that sound heartless? Well it's not. I deserve a break from that dick. Now if only I could find a way to hospitalize Mary...
And Boots called me today. Seems she's taking me out to a punk show on Friday and the cast party for the show she did on Saturday. I'll be doing some fine embarassing of her on Saturday, oh yeah. I'm enjoying her. I snagged a bra-type garment of hers that she wore for Taming and it's up in my corner with the others...
It completely encompasses them all.
Tues, Apr 3/01 12:25am
Just so you know, there's a whole whack of journal entries missing that I just need to get around to editing up into this page. Things I wrote while the page was down and didn't bother going online to do so.
But who knows if they'll survive? Computer problems again. Some really nifty whirring sounds accompanied with really nasty clicks that make me shudder. And there's really nothing I know to do about this stuff. This is completely out of my league. I'm so going to have to take this into the shop as soon as I can lay my hands on a solid job.
Solid job? What about just a job? Well, that I got, tomorrow and Wednesday. Theatre work, even... and at $18 friggin bucks an hour. Damn, yo. That'll almost cover my rent for the month, and if I decide I do want to work Easter weekend on another odd job, well that should clinch it at $15/h. I need to sleep but I can't. Morning's going to come really soon and I don't want it to come at all. I'm really apprehensive about it for some reason... like perhaps I don't remember how to do *real* tech theatre and I'm too used to piddly junk that I can do at my own pace. Hopefully they'll make me a carp, because carps get it pretty easy and are just your basic dumb guys. And you can always blame a screwup on someone else if you're a carp. Electricians, not so much. Much more specific tasks for them.