the coupland reading is today and i am getting anxious and the reason for it will make more than half of you angry, you see, i am not very well-versed in nerd protocol, if there isn’t a bar or loud obnoxious music it’s hard to be normal, or pay attention. i think i’m just nervous to be near the guy i’ve been reading since grade 9 and maybe the fantasy illusion will be destroyed so i am considering not going and instead going to melissa’s cd release party, or go for a little bit then leave but i know i will be very fucking angry at myself if i don’t go so right now all i’m doing is crapping and writing, crapping and writing and spacing out.
we saw the da vinci code yesterday afternoon and cos of how long it is i got a wicked neck/headache and on our way home fil was all BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BEEP BEEP conspiracy theory blablabla treasure hunt dur dur dur and i’m all SHUT UP I CANNOT HANDLE ANY MORE INFORMATION RIGHT NOW!
i’m watching the bad kids play in the park right now and they have a supervisor for once who looks like michael stipe/that guy from live/a graphic designer.
what you don’t agree that i am super cool?! this is how fucking cool i am we drove around the countryside yesterday and i read stephen king’s the mist to phil like a hundred pages worth if that isn’t cool i don’t know what is, oh duh i forgot, YOU are cool, ungh i am such a moron sometimes.
we hung with samir friday nite and played guitar hero then went out to the boat with sarah, samir skiddled off to whereversville. it was me and fil’s first time at the boat, i’m sorry but it was le gay and i almost got in a psyical fight with an emo hipster guy. any place i go where i have the best dance moves like FOR REAL dance moves and not jingle jangly look at my stupid ugly hair and ironic 80s outfit body swaying shit i KNOW is not a cool place. i dunno why i waited so long to pay five dollars to hang out with people who weren’t cool in highschool and still aren’t cool but want you to think it, anyway, enough about how cool i am.
last nite we set off a million fireworks at my dad’s house and i forgot my camera there but i will get it today and put the pictures up of my oh so artistic eye fireworks something i think i’m drunk still.
cid bit my face friday nite also for no fucking reason. maybe it was cos i sucked so bad at guitar hero that nite, we stayed up ’til 5am even.
i swear i will fucking kill myself if i don’t get to be trashed with this guy at least ONCE in my lifetime. i trust you to kill me? is this a series on the horizon? sooooo long 24, PEACE!
