Reasons For Coughing Blood At 2AM

I love school. Sometimes I love bullshit weather.

I came home from work one night and mis parientes were watching an American broadcast of the opening ceremonies (since the Canadian broadcast was live). They found it much better with the explanation of what each part was supposed to be of (awesome farkin’ kilt wearing fiddle playing tap dancers OF DOOM FUCK YES). The next day I got some opinion from a customer at work that the American version was infuriating… from the beginning bit (the part I didn’t get to watch) when all the countries were coming in with the constant commentary of “So that country’s the size of this state” and/or “with the population of this state/city”.

I went down to Seattle for the week, to live with Charmsies and Steve a while. Excellent fun. Walked about everywhere. Their place is like… max. ten blocks from everywhere. Max. Including her university. Max. I don’t know about down there but up ‘ere eight blocks is a mile. That’s the distance to my school from my house. Of which I bike in six minutes (yay downhill).

Ate some good food, cooked some good food, got Charmsies addicted to White Collar, watched some of the executive transvestite -eyebrow waggle- (hah, French bit of win), trips to the library. We worked out the design of Stannum (more or less) and I suppose I should do a more detailed sketch of it (with room widths) in plan and elevation.

Second week of my reading break/the Olympics, we pulled off some bullshit. All right, so what was was some chilling with the guys and all, the norm and the norm is pretty damn awesome for instance I have a guitar now and a mini-amp (have yet to pay for that… and a snare Squeek grabbed the other day). Madness and gay sex. The bullshit was us in the no-snow-Olympics. Bullshit as in Harry Dresden “how the fuck did he just pull that off?”, as in most awesome shit from wherever the fuck.

Started somewhere around John Montgomery, won the skeleton my seven hundredths of a second, was awarded a beer when he got off the mountainside which he chugged and had to pass off to his RCMP escort so he could do his CTV interview. See? Awesome shit. And then we went on and got the most golds and came in third (as much as I was rooting for Norway for how well they were doing).

I had to work the last ten (and then overtime) minutes of the Canada US hockey game and let me tell you, the streets were bare. We won. What cars came about honked for about three hours.

Prior to that, on the Thursday, I was a chauffeur for some panelists at a film night for Pride House. Also got to sell drink tickets for our assortment of booze (so I got to work bar, woo). Chauffeur was from Horseshoe Bay Ferry, ‘course. I love that drive. I loved that drive home. It was a great night. Got a volunteer T-shirt, forgot my own there… which I have yet to get back, hah.

Since then it’s been school, I love school, and friends and random shit. I keep drawing and I figure I’ve gotten significantly better, I’m working on scanning all the HALF OF SKETCHBOOK I DREW WHILE IN SEATTLE plus the last two weeks. I got halfway through that before passing out yesterday. Saturday I got home from work, was going to go to bed, decided not (with work at six in the morning why not stay up? Psht) and did damn fine at work Sunday. Up until the last hour, when the melatonin high kicked in and booooy did I seem stoned. I haven’t done that in a long while. I got home, got halfway through doing anything and everything and promptly fell asleep with my scanner still scanning and my hands on the keys of the laptop on my lap.

Madre woke me up and I stumbled up to bed where I passed out until FOUR IN THE MORNING, from FOUR IN THE AFTERNOON. This is my usual weekend ten-twelve-ish hours. I then continued to sleep until seven. Which I thought was six. Damn hour change.

So when it started to snow today I had to go, “Is it snowing?! Everyone else is seeing this right? I’m not hallucinating. I had sixteen (not actually sixteen) hours of sleep last night, I shouldn’t be hallucinating.” Half of the reaction being from Steve the instructor not seeing it at first. Was very light, more hail-ish in the bits of ice sort of way.

Squeek texted me: WHY IS IT SNOWING?!?

It was in the forecast, but we had a week of bright ass sun.

Oh and Alyse at work totally pegged me in the middle of the forehead with a roll of tape two weeks ago.

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.

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.

Monday wasn’t so bad, really. Plane home, got to work on NaNo in the airport. Hilarity with the tired things. Honestly. “So, what did you spend the ___ on?” “Uuuh… I remember a sweatshirt… a book?”

Okay, Tuesday, late for school. I hate that. Really. A lot. Afterwards, Metric show. Lots of running around in the car getting stuff, filling up gas and all. Getting told the wrong address for the Orpheum… might punch someone for that one. Got to the show before Metric started, ‘course. The other band was going, Joe and I didn’t really get to hear them because of these chiquitas behind us talking significantly loud (weren’t even their seats ad far as I know).

Uh, lets see. Bones, friend of Joe, Keith… as in Breast Fest dude, lot guy from work.

Metric was good and all. Of course. Not a lot of talking to the crowd until later. Mah. I was already down for the count by then. What little dancing we did (Orpheum = seats, and we were on the upper balcony) got my shoulder to ache. Left. Like a bitch, honestly. Used my sweatshirt as a sling. Went around after the show wandering, eating some food, drove Bones and Joe home… little to no one on the highway that late… sooo much fun driving. Honestly.

Uh, shit, snagged a shirt and poster. I’unno, posters are getting to be a thing. Prints too, rather. Posters are for band rooms. Prints get put behind glass… which I gotta do yet.

So, right now, just finishing off the movie (Sex and Death 101), going to write s’more NaNo.

Unmentioned highlights of YaoiCon: Transish (?) person walking into the bathroom and doing the bathroom sign check “that’s the first time I’ve ever had to do that”, crazy awesome people hanging out with in the lobby, Superman, eating an entire thing of mashed potatoes, totally NaNo canon photos, Wiiiings awesome, awesome shit from the dealer’s room(s), awesome shit from the fan market (Reboot pin anyone?), networking, promo-ing ATB. Also, remember ’bout wanting to do entire Justice League costume thing.

Note about photos: they’ll be up before the end of the weekend.

Oh, and I didn’t go to school today. Fssssk.

Check it out, I’m in San Francisco.

And I only forgot my bandana… which is a part of my costume. Who’s a dumb fuck? I’m a dumb fuck.

Late for school, decided to fuck it and pay for parking. Late for endo appointment (time flies when you’re dimensioning and updating styles)… still got in and shit. OKAY, this will BLOW YOUR MIND. I promise! So, glucose is a little high, testosterone’s a little high… s’funny ’cause they’re like… below the mark of bladeefuck but higher than average. I’m a lot of grey area, apparently. Hah. So, we’re doing a couple of tests that are more specific and shit. Oh, and I asked who Dr. Hay was.

See, an appointment was made for me for Dr. Hay and I have no clue who this person is or what they are a doctor of. An’ when I first talked to my endo doctor-chick, the first thing I said was “no one believes I’m trans”. Well, apparently, Dr. Hay is a psychiatrist. Endo assumed I’d wanna jump start into physical transitioning (I mentioned shit and I’m kinda hardcore so y’kinda get that impression I suppose) and booked me with a psychiatrist for the whole assessment and then collaboration and then I get testosterone and then surgery down the line.

BLOW YOUR MIND. I didn’t even know. Congrats to me, I magically have an appointment with a psychiatrist for hormones and shit. Sometimes, God doesn’t hate me, it’s part of the relationship.

Then drove to airport, fucked around to get to the parking, got boarding pass and shit, almost got to security and realized that I have to check in the one bag… which I knew, but the lady chick at check in was all… GAWR. And so I go back, and back, and to the chick and have to pay twenty bucks… to find out my wallet’s back in my backpack in the car (so’s my bandana but I only just realized I don’t have that like a bit before I started writing this). Have to shuttle back to long term parking and then back to the airport. Got through security and customs all right, ’cause I’m cool like that.

Two and some hour plane ride, talked a bit with the guy seated next to me. s’cool. History major not-in-uni-atm-but-probably-going-back-for-doctorate. Doing the same friends in San Fran thing. ‘cept without YaoiCon. He’s going as the Joker as Madhatter for Halloween tho’. His one carry on was the hat and the hat was great.

‘kay, then Hanz in the meeting area and getting baggage (and eight texts in a row from Ren after turning my phone on ’cause she texted me all throughout Supernatural), an’ talking on the phone to Nik. An’ train and bus and dropping off stuff at apartment and eventually (walked around A LOT) finding a place to eat (mmm, seafood tempura), and back and first episode of Storm Hawks. An’ lotsa talking, ’cause I’m good at that; creates some kinda bonding.

Fuck, I’m kinda pissed about the bandana. ’cause it’s a good print and not crap and it looks good with the costume and my hair’s gibbledeefuck, honestly.

Unless I did put it in my carry on ish bag but I really doubt it. Grumble grumble, fuck fuck.

Oh, Hanz is shiny. Tomorrow, meeting up with Nik, and reg for YaoiCon.

Oh, and put Basil Feral tattoo on outer side of my forearm, looks cool. Going to wash and redo tomorrow larger and proper-like. Sucks I can’t remember the meaning…

It’s lunchtime, I’m at school, and I should be doing dimensioning.

But it’s lunchtime, so I don’t have to do dimensioning, so I’m writing this… bloody Monday class… need peoples’ notes… ANYWAYS, it’s officially ’squee’ time. Honestly. Tomorrow, after school, after my endo appointment, I’ll be on a plane to San Francisco… DUDES, CHECK THAT SHIT OUT. I’m all squee-age and excited and whatnot.

So, here’s the upload. I’m bringing shiny, probably try typing ongoings, probably from my notes, but yeah. I bring notebooks to cons… was actually rather useful at VCON ’cause I know I won’t remember shit but some of those panels were bloody interesting (who knows the first vampire movie ever?

I do!), and awesome shit that’d pop into mi cabeza for writing. Which, by the way, is what litters bits of papers and notebooks all over my house and school work and I have to redo the filing system for my ‘rough’ folder.

Which brings me to NaNoWriMo, oddly enough. This year, I’m doing it. Mostly because I’m actually aware of it this year. Hah. I’m also not working on anything specific at the time (read: five different stories but haven’t actually written on one for a few days). My plan is to go with the costume I’m wearing at YaoiCon, throw in aerial ship things, some foggy steam, crossed up tech, and anything that’ll fit from the fifteen-twenty or so ‘filed’ files in my Rough folder. I mean, there are non-file system files in there, but they’re like… boats. Boats is great.

So, leaving to SF Thursday, coming home Monday, going to miss my appointment with Dr. Hay… which I’ll ask about at the endo appointment because I still don’t know what Dr. Hay does. And I still haven’t phoned about that. Woops. Tuesday is the Metric concert, I’m driving with Muphen. Other people will be there, allegedly. And then that weekend is the Taboo Sex Show.

Today… today I bike home from school, grab my notebook that I FRAKKIN’ FORGOT THIS MORNING, do all the shit I have to do. Meaning drive around and shit. Need to get a lens cap (people at mi madre’s trabajo lost mine… yes… yes, horrible… mi madre estare reimbursing me), talk to the bank about my balance and my trip, buy some last minute-ish things from the mall or wherever (hey, it’s open until 9pm today!) and do a load of whites.

Oh, and eat. Eating’s important.

I haven’t really been eating the last couple of days.

I blame sleeping in… which sucks when you have school. Honestly, s’not cool.

Conclusion: FUCKING EXCITED.

Having issues remembering what all I wanted to write about since the last update.

School meeting thing went awesome. My guest speaker showed up and he was cool and I didn’t fail miserably. I. feel. awesome. Also figured out I wanna go into manufacturing rather than structural or architectural, when it comes to my drafting stuff.

Got my Grade 3 Theory certificate in the mail. Yay.

Got dollar store gloves and cut off the thumbs, indexes and pinky fingers. Thus Piper gloves! Like Piper… in Storm Hawks… no one loves me.

Saw two movies the other night. Law Abiding Citizen with Ren and a couple of her cousins. After that, one got driven home by the other and we had some foods in Boston Pizza… meaning I had mashed potatoes and a side of garlic bread (if anyone says anything about eggs or milk or even butter, I go on bludgeoning spree)… mmmmm. Then video games, waiting for the next movie… PARANORMAL ACTIVITY. Okay, I must say Law Abiding Citizen was good. I’un get why there are all these pretty good movies chilling around. Zombieland was even damn good. Paranormal Activity is just… too real. ’cause it’s not like a movie and all.

Freaky as fucking hell. Had problems sleeping, ended up waking up thirty five minutes before work meaning I had barely any time to get ready for work (ie. getting dressed) and boy am I glad my car’s fixed now… MY CAR IS FIXED NOW.

So now I’m watching X-men, contemplating more food (have a headache again)… tea, work. And guess what? YAOICON IS COMING, SOON. Great! I’m all prepping and shit, ’cause I’ve gotten to a point where I can do a con right on the spot but I can also go through organized prep-stuff. I’m good. This’ll be my eighth con. Epic.

By the way, I’d like to give a shout out to Felix and Kitty, with their ‘exquisite speciality clothing for discerning ladies and gentlement’, AKA pretty stuff and pretties corsets. Ren just asked for their site ’cause I have their card… we’re going to the Taboo sex show in Vancouver so she can get a couple of corsets (is less expensive in person rather than ordering from their site or whatever)… I want stuff too, of course. C’mon… Taboo… sex show!

So, their site is here. Going under Products doesn’t show you all that much, go into the gallery and check out their photos from events and all. Damn sexy.

It’s been a really long time. Yes, I know. I suck.

Right now I’m on the ferry, so I don’t actually know the date of my last blog post (no internets), but I remember the gist of what was in it and man, it’s been a while. I’ve done tons of stuff! Honestly. Here’s one: my birthday. That’s a whole tale of its own.

Woke up, regular morning, nothing special. Went to work, there was construction going on (they just put in metal security shutters), happened to mention to one or two of the lot guys that it’s my birthday. So there’s one of the Talius security guys working on some wiring in the ceiling right over the counter… so the ladder is propped straddling the counter (that was fun to work around!), “You’re working on your birthday? Oh, man, that has to suck.” Hah. Oh, and then I dislocated my shoulder.

Whoops.

I was changing the sign and everything too, good fun. Reach up to take down a number and pop. Ow. That hurts by the way, y’know, the your shoulder pops out of its socket, and you’re standing on the step ladder with your eyes bulging out as your mind is trying to think of the best and most efficient way to put the damn thing back in, while you’re kind of prodding it with your hand to see if it’ll go back in at all. Woohoo. Go inside, tell Kathy my shoulder popped out. No, Kathy, my shoulder came out (and went back in). It was funny, ’cause my priorities sounded a bit more like changing the sign mattered more than dislocating shoulders (and by now the Talius guys were gone). Woo.

So I got to leave work half an hour early, after working a while with the injured shoulder and all. Yeah, when Wallace came he asked me to leave, for the betterment of my own health or something. Got mi madre to come pick me up (she wasn’t working at the time), bike fit in the back of the truck, go home and ice my shoulder. Sounds fun and all, meant I couldn’t skateboard to the place. Which is great, because Hans phoned me about not being able to make it to the pub because his dad took the car or something (despite it being a night where he didn’t have work the next day and blablabla the whole reason why I was going to the pub both nights, c’mon people). Blablabla, orange tic tacs.

Get dropped off at the pub, sit in the pub, not order anything, talk to the apparent live in kind of patrons, talk to someone with the band, find out the band plays later than I thought, water. Have no one show up… Have Charmsies phone me and thus I fucking love Charmsies (we already know this). That was great. Uuuuh, rawked out to The Dreadnoughts. Hung with the Dreadnoughts during their breaks. Downed iced tea the entire night. Before the band and all, had a guy from the Oregon (who oddly enough looked like a smaller stature version of mi hermoso… huh) come over and chat and we hung the whole night, which was mostly dancing to the music. You can’t help but dance to Celtic-y punk music like The Dreadnoughts. Got the seventy year old guy (it might have been his birthday), to dance with us. Oregon guy had his last cigarette (supposedly). Grinned and got along with the punk guy and female accompaniment, who I think figured out I was trans and told me she thought I was beautiful or awesome or something and hugged around my back… so she must’ve felt the safety pins. No clue.

Walked home (woops), crashed.

Next night, more of The Dreadnoughts, this time actually got ID’d, but just going into the establishment (I’unno, Saturday nights or something). By the way, it was bloody full both nights. The Dreadnoughts are just pure awesome (yes, of course I bought merch)… practically became their merch guy for a bit there that night. Talked some more with the band and all, and with Ren (right, Ren came, drank and all). Bassist dude thought my name was Ben not Fen, s’not a common name, hah. Awesome conversations and all.

I like being the sibling of the lead guitarist from that other Vancouver band, a bunch of ‘em knew, so that’s all cool. And then knowing the other bands. And telling stories about Kyle from Incura (”I love your mom!”), and random shit and…

I have to clarify something. The Dreadnoughts are just bloody fun. And funny. And just great.

You have to love a band that things sea shanties, plays My Heart Will Go On, a Johnny Cash cover and the mother fucking Hockey Song (all of which they played the second night excluding the Johnny Cash cover), the bassist is six foot something, the mandolin player has dreadlocks and the violinist has a mohawk. Gawd, that Kyle was was hot. Trading sodomy jokes at the end of the first night with him was like ‘yeah… totally awesome…’. And then there’s that one song that’s just a giant tribute to cider and the only lyrics are CIDER CIDER CIDER CIDER, CIDER CIDER CIDER…. CIDER CIDER CIDER CIDER… CIDER CIDER CIDERRR!!! Whereas Kyle, the fiddler-violinist, gets on the bassist’s shoulders with the mic and man they were wild.

And that was my weekend. And my birthday.

The next weekend was VCON. Got to hang with with Devon again and the girls Ren y yo met while with Devon the last time at AE, Schumie was there (it’s Schumie right? Not nuu…?) from HoneySyn, Camilla d’Errico-ness was there (and I wore my Tanpopo shirt the first day, the merch woman was psyched to see someone in the know). Lots of chatting, getting tight with people like that, the GLBT panel was the best. Got my pentagram ring and some Celtic-ish design headband, my Camilla stuff. Didn’t get Looking For Group stuff (sold out fast and then the guys were just gone the rest of the weekend from panel to panel or something). Couple of fun panels, Why Is The Umbrella Licking Me?, Using the Pacific Northwest as a Setting etc. etc. I took a shit ton of notes, went to a Tanya Huff reading… made a few friends and ate Chinese with them the first night, got emotionally attached to the sight of the most. awesome. drag-transwoman ever. Gawd, she just looked fun. And she was great at drawing (because they illustrated the Turkey Readings…). Ren wasn’t there the second day, got to hug Lar from LFG (I’m awesome like that), grabbed some food, went home.

I have photos but I haven’t even taken them off my camera yet. But, oh, the memories. And they were filming something at the Convention Centre that was set in Germany (the irony after going to the Pacific Northwest as a Setting panel), so there were all the signs in German and whatnot. That was cool, got to walk by that.

…what else?

I swear, other stuff has happened. It’s bad that I don’t remember weekends.

…wait. Last weekend, I was sick to hell. I missed pretty much an entire week of school (I went to school the Tuesday but practically died biking back up the hill home, good plan Phil, good plan). After waking up barely able to breathe Friday, I went to the hospital at two in the morning on Saturday (because I couldn’t get to sleep having to focus so hard on just breathing and then being afraid I’d suffocate in my sleep), whereas they put me on ventolin and all (asthma meds), took some X-rays, put me on more ventolin, and sent me home when I could breathe almost normal like. Spent the rest of the weekend recovering and all. All of this meaning that I didn’t go to work and I missed school and… well crap. But I went to school the next week (after missing the Monday at work), Friday I told Wallace and them about my plans to go to YaoiCon at the end of the month… which I would have the tickets paid for and everything already but mi madre was working late-ish on Friday and so we didn’t get to do that when she got home and, guess what, I went to Pender Island this weekend.

Well, I’m on the ferry, so… obviously.

Friday night, though, had Joe over and hung out some, had to pick up mi padre from the pub at a hotel down the number ten (he got guilted into going because some guys were down and they used to be part of his crew and all)… and then had to drive back down again con mi madre in the truck so she could drive dad’s truck home. Got the ECU back for my car, got it put in over the weekend (mi padre) and so it works now… but last phone call I got on Sunday was all ‘Dad’s doing something about your back brakes and some rotating of a drum or something…’ …? But hey, now my car is going to work! SWEET!

Almost panicked not having a ride home today (Monday) from the ferry to the house, but got mis abuelos to do it (so I’m excited-ish to meet up with them in half an hour or so).

Oh, and the weekend rocked. Hanging with Rel was fun. Eating food, sleeping, eating food, watching Ssaum ui-gisul, s’more sleep, watched some Detroit Metal City way back, uuuuh… more eating, watched a TON of Storm Hawks, until we were tired and figured we ought to go to bed. …got distracted by my stories and read for another couple hours instead of going to sleep… finally went to sleep (at about three in the morning). So here I am, on a boat, tired as ‘ell, about to go to work in an hour and a half. Woot. But it was super fun, and Pender Island is cool. And I like ferry rides. And sleeping on couches. And Rel’s stories and all. So super shiny awesomeness.

I might pass out when I get home from work though. Heh.

So I have enough time now to fit in an episode of Storm Hawks (maybe), so I’mma go watch that and then get driven home and all. Mmm… ferry food. Y’get a funny look when you order a side of fries and a side of dills.

…what?

Or, rather, the first day of. Very coolio. Ramadan didn’t kill me getting there via bike because WOOOOO downhill! No helmet. 70km/hr highway. In my defence, there weren’t any helmets around aside from an old road motorcycle helmet and mi hermano’s dirty dirtbiking helmet.

BUT IT WAS AWESOME.

Wore my new Ninjaspy shirt, because Ninjaspy is awesome and BreastFest was awesome.

Quick and skinny: I get to do 2/3 of the drafting courses. Seeing as I wanted to do as many as possible, that’s just fekkin’ awesome (to quote Krinny). Might try doing something else, but y’never know, since I’d like to do construction but I don’t think I can, but I mentioned it to Ricky at work today and I… sort of… dared him to find me a job.

Quote: Hey, you find me someone who wants to hire me and I’ll work.

He responded that I’d regret it, but I really really won’t. Dude. Me? In construction? I would love that job until I collapsed but then I’d get better after Ramadan. But Ramadan’s done in less than two weeks, so that’s nothing to do about it. And another source of income? More money in the bank?

…more cons I can go to, friends to meet or reunite with. More courses I can take for qualifications (though a majority are rather inexpensive) and shit I want to learn. That. sounds. fucking. fantastic. It’s the faster I can gear ahead to life shit. Cool. Sounds a bit more solid and capable to do than the photography thing or a couple of other things that have popped up.

Any ways, work was only two hours, will be only two hours tomorrow and the next day, but that’s because that’s the earliest I can get there. The biking bit’s cool. Dropped by Staples for some more graph paper. Did. not. have. intense. shoulder. pain. from all the biking. Just the last bit pushing the bike up the hill (woo, dehydration!).

After VCON and YaoiCon, I’mma figure out my moneys, see if I can’t get a really durable laptop to name Dratsab, tablet, all that. That’s November though.

Car not stolen. Yay.

Watched GI Joe the other night and then passed out during Supernatural because I’ve been up until four in the morning the last while studying for my music history exam. Yeaaaah. Good stuff.

And I just came back from laser tag, watched some Chronicles of Riddick. Good stuff. Very awesome. Much love. Can’t be much more descriptive.