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[29 Mar 2009|07:30pm] |
Oh man I was driving in to LA this morning and you know what came on to the radio?
Red Red Wine by UB40.
Do any of you realize what a THROWBACK that is for me? Of course you don't, so I'm going to explain. When I was a kid there was this place out in Surrey called Stardust. Now, I don't know if there are ANY Canadians currently reading this journal but ohmygod, Stardust was so cool. It was an indoor roller rink! They rented out skates and roller blades and they had strobe lights, a sound system and a disco ball.
Seriously.
And a snack shack that had hot dogs and corn-dogs and nachos and fountain soda. It was everything from a bad, bad teen cinema flick. The lights would go down, they'd play couples songs and you had to be holding somebody's hand to be on the rink. It seriously was so awesome. They also had a piece of paper for the DJ to take requests on and we ALWAYS requested this song, always! That one and I Want To Make You Sweat by UB40. Man that song is awesome. They were such a good old band. I should go looking for their tape, I'm sure I have it somewhere.
"Girl I want to sweat, sweat 'til you can't sweat no more, and if you cry out, I'm going to push it, push it push it some more!"
... I never realized how sexual that song was.
Now most of you know I didn't have much of a normal home life but every other Friday my mother would take me to this community centre called "Hastings Community Centre" (that's still there, by the way) and I would participate in something called 'Boy's Club' and we would sometimes go with the 'Girls Club' out to Surrey (which is known to be kind of gross, not very pretty, the capital of having your car stolen and the girls are supposedly easier then a game of Go Fish, but I digress), and we'd all go to this place and roller blade around.
I miss that place. Is there anywhere around here one can rent roller skates? It'd be kind of awesome to go rollerskating on the pier.
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[06 Mar 2009|08:29pm] |
Still on the hunt for digestible sushi. Still with no luck. Seriously, I can’t believe how hard this is.
I’m going up to Vancouver on Sunday. Dad surprised me with his business air miles with a trip home. It should be fun. I like going home really and I’ll be back on Sunday. Spring break in the US is so much different then the one back in Vancouver. Most schools get a two-day ‘reading break’ and then we’re right back at it. Well not all the schools but most of them. You get a whole week down here. I guess that’s why I was always confused when it came to people talking about going to Palm Springs for spring break. I couldn’t understand why anybody would go when there were only a couple of days. Now I get it.
And I’m not going to palm springs, but maybe one day in the future. We should get the whole freshman class to go when we’re all legal and party it up? What do you say fellow freshmen? Junior year we all head on down and party until our faces fall off?
There’s a guy that keeps bugging me about my car. He wants to buy it off of me. How many times can I say no in English with you not understanding what N-O means, buddy? It’s a classic and a gift and I’m not gonna sell it to you. What a hoser. What is it with people (rich people especially) that feel like that they can just throw money at things and everything will go there way. I cannot be bought, sorry buddy. No matter how much money you throw at me, I have my dignity.
Tanner…dude, I found a red lacy bra on our door handle this morning. That wasn’t yours was it? Because seriously, if that’s what you’re gonna do to tell me you’re getting busy, you gotta tell me first.
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[24 Feb 2009|10:38pm] |
So I haven't played this game since I was living in Foster Care and some of the older girls showed me how to work it on a piece of paper with a pencil. Technology really has come far. Anyway. Here's the low down of apparently how my life is going to go:
I will marry Marian (Marian, Perla, Lana and Lillia). And after a wild honeymoon, I will settle down in Australia (USA, Canada, Australia and Europe) in my fabulous Mansion (Standard: MASH) . We will have 0 kid(s) together (0, 1, 2, 3). My family will zoom around in a Red (Black, Red, Purple or Green) Canoe On Wheels (Limo, Family Van, Canoe on Wheels and a Motorcycle). I will spend my days as a Politician (Teacher, Politician, Hand Glass Blower or Writer), and live happily ever after.
So...how about it Marian?
This thing's a hoot. Maybe I'll go do it again and see who my next wife in my next life will be.
Oh by the way, Perla, you are amazing. These are the most amazing ever. I love them, thank you so much for the gift.
See Marian, you should be jealous, Perla's giving me gifts.
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[03 Feb 2009|11:23pm] |
So I just thought I'd let everybody know that Ichabod's floor (even though a mattress) is really, really hard. Not good for your back firm, but ribs aching for the next three days (or weeks) painful. Anybody who has not had to deal with this, I envy you. For everybody that wasn't aware, my bed collapsed last friday when I just sat down on it (okay maybe I flopped), and I ended up with my knees up to my nose (quite comical really). Really, it didn't even fall apart when I was doing something fun on it. Like... jumping on it. Or whatever. But my wonderfully talented roommate Tanner pulled me out (maintenance asked if Tanner had been hanky pankying on it perhaps but he denies it, though when the guy did come finally to bring me a new frame gave me that once over seeing if perhaps it was me and Tanner that had broken the bed TOGETHER, 'like that' and really, no that didn't happen either). I did call though on Friday night but they couldn't do anything for me because of some other stuff that they had to tend to, so I took apart the bed frame and figured I'd sleep on the floor for a night (with the mattress) before they'd come and fix me up with something.
No Dice.
It wasn't until MONDAY that they came. For those of you who can't count that fast, that's three nights. On the floor. They forgot about me and only remembered after I called and reminded them. Figures. Just goes to show you that if you're not important you don't get remembered. I just will have to prove my importance next time. Nobody can make the Canadian sleep on the floor without a fight (next time!).
Lillia I went busking the other day and made over thirty bucks for a couple hours down on the pier playing to my heart's content. So.... when are you going to give up that coffee slinging job and come jam with me? We could make some serious money. Better then the tips you're making serving the sludge. Speaking of tips, Marian when are you going to come down and LISTEN to me play for once? You keep saying you will but do I ever see you dropping a quarter in to my case? Never. Tsk tsk.
Is there no hope to find a decent sushi place around here that doesn't cost an arm and a leg and won't cause me to spend copious amount of time in the bathroom once I've started digesting? Man I miss Vancouver.
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