Mullets Galore

Ok, so finally an updated post.
Nothing too exciting going on, just fleeting moments of happiness here and there. Randy has been clumping around in Prague for almost a week now, and I must say I really miss the guy. Not just because I have to do the work of 2 stations when he's gone. Or that I have to stay at his house every other night to feed Chealsea. But because I just miss him. I'm also worried because he has a tendency to gravitate towards old, dark ancient tunnels and cellars. And strip clubs. I promised John I'd blog this, even though it makes both of us look really stupid. So I'm with John in my apartment waiting to go out when my phone starts ringing. It's the door, but I'm not expecting anyone. So I answer, and a very loud voice on the other end demands for me to open the door. Naturally, I hang up and start panicking. Two seconds later, my ever so dimly lit hallway has two undentifiable shadows standing outside my door, which then proceeds to shake and thump, like people trying to get in. So naturally, I grab my phone, lock myself into the bathroom (and John out) and call the cops. At this point, John in knocking at my bathroom door, asking if he can be let in. So he enters my self made panic room with a hammer in his hands and bracing for the worst with me. 10 minutes later, 4 angry cops and my landlady are listening to my pathetic apologies, as I had mistaken Ola and her giant Russian boyfriend as intruders. Wouldn't you? In my defence, no one answered my question "who is it?" through the entire ordeal. Things might have been different had someone say something other than "open the door". But that just confirms my need to get a decent apartment.
On a different note, this weekend was the much anticipated cottage get away, where 24 people get together and lose their minds in the middle of nowhere. Since Keith and I work in the same area of the station, and with Randy in Prague, and John (our ride) not getting off work till 11 pm at night, we decided to take the trip up Saturday morning and forfeit Friday night. So John came over around 12 am to stay the night, we went for pizza sandwiches, and got to bed at 4 am. He actually woke up at 7 am which shocked me cause I thought I'd be dragging him out of bed. We leave at 8:30 am and go to Randy's house to feed his cat, when we realize we don't have the map and our junk mail folder erased it. Nobody has reception where we're going, none of us know the name or city or town of this place, we just know it's north. So we go north and hit every flea market on the way up. I bought a Nintendo set, mase, and a hip scarve. We had more fun going up there then we did at the actual cottage. So it turned out Ravil had reception at the cottage and he was able to guide us there, where we got stupid drunk until we threw up. Ok, until I threw up. Which hasn't happened in such a long time, so I didn't mind. We somehow managed to wake up at 9:30 am today and crack open a few more beers to kill the hangover we had. We attempted to go fishing the night before with our $20 Wal Mart fishing rods, but all we managed to do was go to the other side of the lake, dock on some sticks so I could run into the forest and pee, and then row back because the air was black with moquitoes and black flies. All in all, it really was a fun weekend. Here are some pics:

This is Keith at a flea market. Yes, that stuff behind him really is the flea market.

This is me trying to show Ola some belly dance moves. The only excercise we got all weekend.

This is me doing model shots with a hairdryer. Didn't turn out too model-ly.

I actually really don't remember this picture being taken. But then again, look at me. I doubt if I even remembered my own name at that point. Anyways, that's me and John.

And this is me and Keith getting really excited about our lunch. Keith has spaghetti and uncooked meatballs, I had tomato sauce, mushrooms and cheese in a sandwich. Picture vegetarian pizza sandwich. It wasn't very good.

Anyways, that is what happens when I don't blog for a while. You get to read a long useless paragraph about the exciting-to-me but boring-for-you events of my life.

Good night.

It's true...

All the people in my life that I have ever been really close to, friends and family alike, have broken my heart in a very big way at one time or another. You think that your heart will heal, but the only thing that really happens is it stops hurting after awhile. It never comes back to where it was, its just like a dead spot there, where there is a piece of love missing.

When I was...

...a kid, my mom used to drag me and my sister to the neighbourhood library where we would rent really disturbing videos of fairytales (they were really, really scary.
One was about a radish that ate other radishes while screeching at the top of his lungs) and read books and such. There was a really scary stuffed monster in the basement where the kids section was (it's actually still there, I had to visit that library 2 years ago for some story I had to write for the paper).
Anyways, back to my point. So outside the scary library was a blackberry tree, which my sister and I would ravish everytime we went.
I've always missed the taste of blackberries, but they've always been ridiculously expensive, compared to the 33 cents per pound bananas.
Well, I decided to buy a small package today for $2.50, thus having really high expectations for the taste.
After offering the first few to my co-workers, I began eating them only to find the taste pretty damn disappointing. They had a great first taste of juicy goodness, but a bad aftertaste of poison berry.
I pictured them so much juicier and tasty from my childhood. Strawberries are the same. I haven't eaten a good tasting strawberry in so long.
I feel let down by fruit.
Things are hectic this month, with an appearence at the Contact photography festival on Queen West (go see my photo, support the arts!), Randy flying off to Prague, my first bellydance show, and a "still deciding" septum piercing. I'm probably going to wait on my septum and go to the BME Fest in July where the best piercers and tattooists from all over will be making appearences and giving advice. I might even get it done there, along with a few other things, who knows. Well, I'm signing off. Here's a link to the most addictive game you will probaby ever come across on the internet. It gets me through my day. Keith's score is 216. Mine's 79 :(
Happy almost Friday.
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Yet another random post

About nothing at all, just an update on the not so interesting going-ons of my life. So much has happened but so little is left in my memory. So bear with me if this seems scattered. Randy recently held a happy Goot day for me, where he showered me with gifts, which is really weird because he is so not a gift person. He took 2 rolls of my undeveloped film and made prints for me, bought me the new NO FX cd, and gave me Boggle, which I am the reigning champion of (until he beat me that night). Now I'm kinda suspicious cause the only time I showered my previous boyfriends with gifts was out of guilt of something really stupid I had done (i.e. crashed their car, pissed off their mom, etc.). So Jackie, Keith and I got season passes to Wonderland and went for the first time on Friday, which was season pass holder's opening day or whatever. I had so much fun, and realized that it really is who you go with that makes a difference. For example, last year I went with a bunch of people and they ended up at the bar for like 4 hours drinking overpriced beer. It was not fun. Actually, John and I made the most fun for ourselves, but it wasn't fun enough. Anyways, Friday was the most fun I'd had in a long time. Thank God Keith and I are pretty much cut from the same cloth and find hilarity in the exact same things. The night started off with mullets and ended in mullets. Business in the front, party in the back. Keith bought 4 huge cans of beer which he was supposed to leave in the lockers at Yorkdale, but the lockers had been taken away, so he ended up downing them in the terminal washroom. I helped him finish another beer outside the gates and he hid the last one by the flagpole, which was gone when we went back. Mullet men are the possible suspects. Jackie went on 2 rides with us, but felt sick after Tomb Raider, so she became the designated bag lady for the night. But we had so much fun, going on the same rides again and again, pushing slow fat kids out of the way, trying to spit at ourselves on the rides, laughing till our stomachs hurt in the lines. I felt like I was 14 again, but happy. I have feeling this year my pass will be put to very good use. In other news, if the crackdealer/crackheads/cockroaches problem don't cease to exist in the next couple of months, I'm moving again. It really sucks because I love my apartment and the location is amazing, I just don't like the issues surrounding my apartment. That always how it works out for me. I love living downtown, but most of my friends live in Scarborough, so it gets lonely. But I really hate Scarborough, so I could never live there again. So I guess I will be stuck in my apartment for the rest of Sunday, playing video games and feeding the pigeons (which everyone thinks I am so disgusting for doing, but it is so much fun!), waiting for someone to visit me. Which should happen once Azam gets off his lazy ass! I want to go grocery shopping with someone and pretend we're married and argue over the cost of cereal. I really don't know why I like doing that. No one else does either.