daniel v. of neverending white lights fame, he asked if i would blog about this i said oh yeah well i guess i should take my picture with you, so i raise up my arm myspace styles and he scoffs. whatevs dude i invented that!
on sort of a sidenote, do you know what it’s like being me and meeting famous”er” people, when you’re introduced as blogger big time blogger, they don’t buy it, and i have this insatiable urge to take them down and strangle my blog into them so that they GET IT.
so we left shortly after milling about in the hot lights and sobriety (8 dollar beers, 9 dollar liquor!) to go down to the library bar (this all went down at the royal york ps.) and just when i thought the crap what was upstairs could not be topped, we were assaulted with this jazzy rock bullshit that was far too loud for that tiny cave. i pounded a corona like lightning. thank god for the complimentary ear plugs.
to top it off this little party of dinks sitting below our table, the girl mememe baby of them was snapping her gum, chewing with her mouth open and talking in that made up bullshit baby voice. fil says you are not allowed to call strangers out on that, i dunno, recently i’ve been in way too many gum chewing w/ mouth open situations and it’s only a matter of time ’til you guys get to read a blog post about me getting a black eye from telling someone to shut their fucking mouth when they chew.
brad heard that there was also an AA convention going on in the hotel, oh man, good scheduling royal york, music industry folk from across canada totally hitting the sauce cos they’re on “vacation” and toronto is dumped with insane amounts of snow and they can’t deal, performer drunks and fans + recovering alcoholics, clap clap.
we went down to piper’s cos tiff needed to eat, that place capital B-looooooooows! a glass of house red is 11 bucks, it’s below the main level of the hotel, operated as one of their feature restaurants, scummed down a bit to give the impression of a sports bar, uh, sports bars have sports bar prices fyi. the mystique of the royal york is officially gone for me.
bumped into fil’s stalker.
sigh my successful skinny pants i have finally frictioned a hole into the crotch, i’m going to sew it up later today.
ghetto workout room in our building i won’t bore you with the fight we had over the key to it last nite, ok i will, basically i want the key and fil doesn’t believe that i will actually visit this room, i’m getting angry again typing this like of course i will i’m already on a strict diet (almost down to 130lbs) so why in the hell wouldn’t i use this room? that treadmill pisses me off, it belongs to someone and they keep the key in their apartment yet get to take up space in the “exercise” room and no one gets to use it.
some funny photo shoots could be had in this room with its big jazz mirror.
i haz a question, so i don’t smoke anymore yeah? well some mornings my tongue is covered in black, almost looks like i was drinking red wine the night before (and i wasn’t) is this from quitting smoking, or something else more insane and worrisome? it’s been happening for a few weeks now but not every morning, do you know what this is? i can brush it off with my toothbrush pretty easy, but still, ungh gross.
*update* ok i have enough suggestions as to what it might be thank you.
stay tuned for a long detailed post about how i don’t like going out to concerts anymore, or at least need a break from them.
because it’s cool to hit it in front of your buds. i kids guys, i was just checkin’ on my folds, no not those folds, my jean shorts folds! you guys are sick.
watch out jerry lee i got your number, oh wait are you dead already? ok i just checked wikipedia, you are living on a ranch with your family right now. we’re cool.
not feeling the brew, seconds before vanilla stoli and cherry schnapps were pilfered and ‘tings got psychedelic (for some).
we went to the el mo (HATE THAT PLACE) so fil could shoot the dunes and then i noticed my stomach was like ok go time. this just reminded me to throw a sheet of pepto pills in my purse.
no track list so you have to look deep within the mystical realm and make up four digit requests to get the CDs to rotate and don’t blink when they do either.
dude the last hour has been rough i felt so LOSTICATED from you guys, blogger don’t you ever go down again when i am wearing jogging pants on the couch with fucked up bangs and coffee stained teeth, you almost made me genuflect!
yeah maybe i could get a life or something, right?
WRONG.
i stared at the blonde magneta lane chick a lot last nite and did a mini performance for renita of what would happen if i approached her and said hi, it involved crying and creepiness. she also looks v. like michelle williams i noticed.
goldfinger guy was kind of a dick to me about my drumming, sorry i’m not a drummer like you ok, ps. we totally got along when we first met what’s the deal now? last nite he asked me why i was wearing daisy dukes, i said well why aren’t you wearing them? some people just don’t get the deep radical of my fashionisms.
when i cracked that it sounded like a gunshot, it startled the entire room.
last nite i couldn’t stop looking at how stupid/cute/beatles/10 yr. old boy i look in this picture and laughing until i couldn’t breathe.
yah ‘sup son.
fun times at lick’s, waiting for 50 minutes for my dad, did a crossword puzzle in a HOMES magazine, hey i might win a decorative shelf oooooooooh.
french class nirvana assignment from grade 6 and i sang heart shaped box acappella (my brother wouldn’t let me take his nirvana cassettes (COS HE WAS A DICK!) and i didn’t have an opportunity to steal them and this was right before i bought any myself) to the class wearing a bunch of grungy clothes (how i dressed anyway really)
well it was better than your celine dion project, nerd.
my troll collection, i think i should have spent more time collecting friends, or better clothes back then. i said that to my dad last nite when i was setting them up for this picture and he just sighed, he said i got the obsessive desire to collect from him.
yeah that would be my it’s time to go home face that lingers a couple seconds longer than should have been captured on film (creepy!), i turned it off just as uncle fil says ok we have to go haha.
yikes raccoon eyes!
so we wrote a little note to our waitresses last nite at the place we aren’t supposed to eat anymore but did anyway because we started drinking around 5 at that ill scarlett hotel party, the note said YOU ARE THE MOST TERRIBLE SERVERS EVER. and britt added THANKS FOR CHARGING US GRATUITY WHEN ONLY FOUR OF US ATE. we would have dined ‘n dashed but there are always industry gigs there so we couldn’t, they more than deserved it though. the rudeness was just, bluh, come on, yeah your job sucks, not my fault.
on our way to the gibson bus, four people crammed in the back of britt’s car, me in the front cos i’m a sucky baby, we idle beside this chick pulled over by a cop in front of the holiday inn on king, while waiting for traffic to pick up again me and britt have a silent conversation with the chick, i shrug my shoulders like alfred e. newman then point at the four people illegally jammed in the backseat she smiles sadly.
then britt and i had a screaming fight about feist and she almost ploughed into two chick pedestrians and fil told us (me) to shut up.
everyone gave britt shit for wearing sunglasses all nite long, it pissed me off, i get it yeah haha sunglasses at nite what a try-hard whatever, how about look at your stupid little outfits, try focusing on your own shit maybe, suffice it to say it does take self confidence to wear sunglasses indoors, and you clearly don’t have any, so shut the fuck up. i mean, people were getting aggressive over them and personally offended, one dude was wearing glasses with ONE black lense only, and no one said shit to him.
there’s more but you probably don’t care.
*everyone who is having issues with the format of my blog right now, get wider browsers or maximize your windows for the time being.
chlo says i have to do this, i say, everyday it’s like 6 things raymi, more like 6579545987 things raymi, and what can be said that already hasn’t been beaten to death? i’ll try, i may repeat myself, oh well.
6 things
1. i shave my eyebrows because i am a pansy and i can’t take pain, and i still plan on delivering an instructional video highlighting the crazy what is my beauty regime and maintenance. the more you tell me not to do something, the more i do it. shaving hurts nobody, you’re the retards wasting money and time on waxing, not me.
2. i’m going to new orleans at the end of march
3. on my birthday we’re filming a movie starring me based on me so if you have any questions you want answered/included, or music, email me. i am apprehensive of this film and overwhelmed and elated by it, trying to decide if it will hurt or help me. this was the good news i spoke of not too long ago.
4. i feel really old
5. i feel lonely all the time (it’s ok though) (i really shouldn’t have done this today during this ’bout of blue wave) and i feel like a failure and everyday i try to write something meaningful, and the moments those thoughts come to me i never write them down and then i hate myself for it. i feel very isolated from everyone in the world sometimes.
6. here’s a song i wrote a few weeks ago, don’t steal it, despite it being the most cliche piece of shit ever, it is MY cliche piece of shit.
song
a lonely day i spent today a lonely day it was i say and all day long i sat i stayed all by myself this lonely day
i looked outside my window pane again again i watched the rain i saw the day it turned to night the stars they were so aw’fly bright i knew you wouldn’t come to me and still i sat smiling
a lonely day it was today and though it was a lonely day i did enjoy it all the same
all tapped, no idears for you guys right now, here are some pictures from the last few whatevers.
ok so top ten on my list of why i am miserable right now, well maybe it’s top 3, all i know is everytime i walk into the bedroom i say to myself in my head i want to kill myself when i see this:
and i keep making it worse by adding to it and saying i’ll tackle it tomorrow, and then the sun blaring through the windows and i want to go outside but then it’s slushville everywhere FUCKING SICK OF WINTER AND MORE IS COMING AGAIN!! sorry.
bunless burger what i ate last nite at the height of my depression. that salad blew.
fil’s tuna melts. he was sitting beside two guys obviously on drugs they wanted to speak to him so badly, and gave him a sharp metal object straight out of a geometry set to mark up their contact sheets of black and white photos, ok, uh, why? there were scribbles and markings and diagrams all over the back that only made sense to 2003 manic-psychosis raymi, to 2008 raymi? no sense at all.
oh right yesterday i was hungover out of my mind and there was zero food in the apt. and i was just trying to get my archives finished and it was taking ages so i didn’t eat ’til like 5.
i couldn’t deal so i had an unagi handroll, i felt too cheap to only order yakitori, and chewed away listening to the (fil’s!) ipod, whenever you chew with something in your ears, be it earplugs, earphones, you think that the entire room can hear your chewing, it is amplified so i was trying to chew as quietly as possible. when i eventually took out the buds i felt pretty stupid as there was music on and it was loud in there. you don’t need friends when you’re neurotic!
two days ago blizzard. i felt bad, i was making an espresso and also watching this dude sitting in the ice rain.
everytime we come into contact with derlicte of st. mary’s fame we are totally obliterated. oh wait that usually happens when we come into contact with anybody, but, derlicte is a special brand of drunkening, it involves panflutes and air guitaring on your knees to cory heart.
i’m such a lightweight sensitive drunk now these nerds dancing made me weep, they were so in love and throwing each other around.
be strong!
dude beside sean at merch (grey sweater) turns out i know guys he knows from mass. i did the do you know bla blah blah thing and he laughed at me i said yeah fuck you i know your type you full on know these guys, and he did!
bumped into lauren s. from o-town there’s a great story from the past when we spent 45 minutes drunk screaming at each other on the stoop of one of the locale watering holes, completely getting nowhere, i was leaning against a brick wall and just sputtering out nonsensical defensive shit to her badgering and nagging at me, it was a done deal after that.
