Reasons For Coughing Blood At 2AM

You know what’s fucking sweet?

Well, lots of shit, but I’m going to regale to you the tales of the last… I’unno, thirty-six hours or so.

So, I’ve moved gas stations, right, lotsa training stuff. Friday was my last training day. Friday night was a ska show in Vancouver. Saturday morning at nine was my first solo day. Those are the parameters. Good stuff.

Charlee jumped on the ska show wagon on Thursday, so super psyched at having someone go to the show with me. I get off work, buy some used boots from the military supply store for twenty five bucks (dude gave me a frequent buyer card, fskin’ sweet), go home and prep, prep… take forever trying to find my skinny tie… ahem. Grab Charlee.

Bit back, I snagged some plaid pants for eleven bucks (five ninety-nine and up rack, shweeet), have my boots strapped on over them. Got me my Popeye shirt, skinny tie, suit jacket (hello Midsummer Night’s Dream and Dropkick Murphys buttons on the lapel) and crazy checked hat. It has storm trooper helmet button, chibi Mickey Mouse button and a Pokémon one. Crazy hat.

Whatever, drive out to Vancouver, new stereo in the car and everything (got it installed Friday morn’).

Parking is ridiculous.

Shark Club, where The Valuables, followed by The Kiltlifters (of whom remind me of some Community Records bands), followed by the headlining Rude City Riot, is two blocks from the library, where Charlee had to do some shit. Pass by Pat (singer of mi hermano’s band), loading shit up into the Media Club, kiddy corner to Shark Club. Library’s already closed. Whooo. Hang ’round and grab some Japanese fast food… mmmmmm, tempura.

Drop off shit, grab tickets just in case, from the Shark, swing by Media Club to watch The Turn set up. That was cool. Charlee hadn’t seen ‘em live ever, yet, so yeah. And we grabbed some free tickets from mi hermano when they were done, farkin’ awesome.

Oh, and then I skank through the madness of The Valuables and Kiltlifters, meet some people, have a lot of fucking fun, hellooooo covers of Bob Marley fok’ yeah, and we grab some swag, drop it off, and Media Club. The Media Club’s like a shoe box, in shape. Bah. Turn’s setting up, find my cousin (s’cool), and friend I knew of his. Listen to some awesomeness, rush back to the Shark for Rude City Riot. Rude. City. Riot. That was awesome. Even Charlee danced some and shit. Farkin’ sweet.

New boots = fuck my feet.

Show ends, one in the morning.

Work Saturday? Nine in the morning.

So I’ve traded numbers and infos with people, which is awesome, met people. Saturday hung with Ren and watched shows and shit (B, double E, double R, U, N, beer run!) ’cause we were both tired, drive her home and Joe comes over for out-of-the-blue late night jam session. Which was sweet. ‘cept I thought I had work at nine in the morning.

I don’t.

I just got home from showing up at nine in the morning.

Got time to read my steel module now, wooo.

New place of work = lots of hours. Crazy awesome amount of hours. I’m psyched. I have today through to Sunday. Which means I have to work at nine in the morning after being in Vancouver until two in the morning at a ska show (Rude City Riot @ the Shark Club, with The Valuables and The Kiltlifters).

Today’s accomplishments: Bought four glass bottles of iced tea from cafeteria with ten dollar voucher awarded for taking math test in class.

Steve: Are you planning on having a tea party?
Me: Yes.

So, real talky update later, hour comic now. Yes, just an hour, it’s not seven yet and I’m supposedly getting ready for a doc’s appointment. Good stuff.

Listening to: Airborne Toxic Event

Updating….

Things we’ve missed:

Taboo Sex Show. Band shows. Hockey game (glass broke). All kinds of crazy things. Metric concert. Hanging with Joe. Passing Drafting Core semester. Hanging with Bones y Squeek in the craziest ways (ahem, icing incident?). Gettings awesomes clothes, recently too (TMNT sweatshirt). Not crappy Christmas (first in a while). Pool in Joe’s basement for New Year’s. Watching Sherlock Holmes FOUR TIMES. School starting up again.

A lot.

A lot of cool and awesome things.

But also lotsa shit, of course. I got left alone for a week. And Ren kept ditching plans so… uh… suckage as soon as the sun dropped. Which sucked for queueing up to school and forgetting to take happy pills (they gave me happy pills) and blablabla. But hey, I’m updating my blog so… uh, stuff:

- Working again. Jennings primarily but it’s slow going. I’mma rereading My Boyfriend’s A Rugby Player right now.
- Practised a shit ton of piano, mostly. I got stuck a bit on a part of a song while people were away but yeah.
- Doing a 100 themes challenge. Hey, let’s improve my arts! But I ran out of sketchbook pages… fark!

Got some cool shit, got some new CDs. Squeek put me on Mother Mother. Read a few books. Got to see the relatives’ place up in Kelowna (cool digs). Mi tio Danny is calling me by my pref’d name. Charmsies is moving to Seattle soon, an’ then I can visit her! I reaaaaally need to send my letter to well… multiple letters. And I’m expecting mail, but I’m pretty sure some of my mail is indefinitely lost. -sigh-

Updating with video blog too.