Over 50 hours of work in 5 days. Fuck.

Party last nite was a pretty great time. Us and Oh God played in the hallway. I had to move every two minutes so people could go to the bathroom. And the cord wasn't long enough for me to play in the bathtub. And we were sketchy. and it was fun as hell!

At the end of OH God ger did a jump up crowd surf-y thing. My glasses got smooshed into my face cutting it on my nose and beneath my eyebrow. I look like i'd been in a fight. I'll be telling people that for the next two weeks.

Much drunken conversation and sillyness was had. But i started getting tired (the above 50 hrs of work might have had something to do with it) so i jetted a little after 1. Went home. Wrote some psychobabble that seemed really meaningful and signifigant at the time. went to bed.

Tonite i plan on running around like a madman. Big all-ages show at the vogue. A work related party that i promised to show up to. And slowcoaster.
Get ready to brutilize!

Well. the work this week has definitely caught up with me.
But...you know, i just don't understand how some people don't know what they got, or understand what they could have.
I just don't know.
goodnite.

I have a cold.
I'm doing inventory.
This really sucks.

He ain't heavy...
Alright, here we go!
My brother calls me at a little after twelve. He's doing some work in the area and was gonna drop my trenchcoat off. Finally, I get to give my brother and his family their Christmas gifts. We talk for a bit. My brother and I work conflicting hours so it's pretty rare that we get to talk to each other. Even though he just lives in sackville.

My new face

He drops me off at the mall where I proceed to go shopping for new glass frames. A friend of mine told me sears might be a good place to look. I'd been searching in town, but any frames that I liked had an insane price tag. So sure..Sears. Why not? Well, I didn't like any of their frames. At all. But luckily there was another place called shorney's optical to check out. Some of there glasses were on sale for $99.00, and that was with lenses included. I know this is starting to sound like a commercial, but that's a really fucking good deal.

I narrow it down to three frames. I takes me an hour and a half to pick one. I don't know about anyone else, but for me picking out new frames is a nerve-wrecking experience. I'm essentially picking out what my face is gonna look like for at least the next two years. I'm sure the clerks in the place thought I was nuts. But I finally did it. Went to the desk. Gave them my prescription. Ordered myself a new face.

"Why does it always have to be like this?"-chorus of This Song Was Written For You

Hmm..this is already pretty long. Sooo...Condensed version of Saturday nite (kinda):
Find mickey of rum in fridge. Not sure where it came from. Down it. Grab beardo. Head to chrisanna doyle's place. Hear crazy stories about her work. Offers me Jamaican rum. Head to the attic. LEARN TO SING AND PLAY GUITAR AT THE SAME TIME FOR FUCK SAKES! Have two beer. Notice them hitting me more than they should. Remember not eating since 5. Take precautionary steps. "peter! Make sure I don't do anything stupid."

So me and Amanda make the rounds through the dome. She points out a really big guy on dancefloor. He seems to think he's their leader or something, you just had to be there. We go back up and the first band's done.

ok...yes. For the record, she is cute. (What? Sean's gonna disagree with me?)

And then rock ranger go on. First time seeing them with Scott and without Dan. They're tight, and they still rawk. It's a bit weird, though. Cause dan's more...I donno...prevalent on stage?? Anyway they were really great and they played "old faithful". Talk to people. Sean has the whole "us playing the achievements party" thing handled. I listen to the music, think about band stuff and other "what the hell am I doing with my life" crap. Amanda beckons me to the dance floor with everyone else. We all sing "say it ain't so" and "hey ya" at the top of our lungs. Me and beardo leave. Talk about the usual. Head home. Pass out.
the end

Hey kids!
Well the great canadian tire inspection went alright. My section (power tools and tool crap) looked in good shape. All that's left now is inventory on wednesday. Then maybe i can go back to working normal hours again. although i shouldn't complain. they've been given me saturdays off lately, probubly to make up for all the insane hours and sundays.

Books on Tape was really good! Who would think one guy dancing around hitting pedals on and off would be so entertaining. I did my little alfred dance. No robot though.

And tonite sees the return of the mighty rock ranger!

...and that would be her boyfriend.
Oh well...

So, i'm drunk, but i wouldn't say i'm shitfaced. Jill wasn't there, but it wasn't a deal at all. I did lean against a pillar, but only for a few minutes. I really enyoyed myself. Although i did feel a bit guilty cause a friend of mine wasn't drinking tonite and, i don't know, i felt like...maybe i shouldn't have??

I donno. Anyway, everything was great. I had a lot of fun.
And, yeah, it was good.

So spincycle's playing at the open mic in hell tonite. might be the last one.

Questions abound. Will i get shitfaced? Will Jill be there? Will i end up leaning against a pillar like i usually do?
We shall see.

I was gonna go out last nite. To the seahorse or something.
But then, i just stayed in. Rented Mystery Men. ate pizza.
And you know, i think i enjoyed that more than the drunken idiocy that i've been doing lately.
Now i'm not gonna say that i'm gonna stop being a drunken idiot. Said that before and clearly didn't. But perhaps less of one?
Anyway, gotta get ready for work. Yep, that's right, on a sunday.
And forget what i've said in previous posts. Cause right now it's all about Janeane Garofalo. Yep.

Alfred:Wow. She's really cute.
Mark:yeah, i'm going out with her.
Alfred:umm...ahhh...i mean....

So, me and beardo get there. On the way to the bathroom, run into Nevers. She now makes pretzels. Says she'll be back later. I grab a pitcher and me and beardo grab a table. Old sketchy guy asks us if we were a gay couple. Jill arrives, says hi. Find out that there's a piano at dave's place. I make mental note of this. Philip tells a story. I listen intently. Color tv rock. Get another pitcher. Many a cheezy pick up line is shared. Death by nistalga play. Fun. Get another pitcher. Proceed to get stupid a la the exchange above. Beardo and the many beer i've had convinces me to talk to jill. Conversation goes well. Go and come back from bathroom, a friend of hers talks to her in great leingth. I go hang with the gang.Dale shows people my non-existant abs. Sean shows up. buy another pitcher. girls kiss(some of the guys freak, but you know, I'd rather be the one kissing a girl than watching). Bigalo and I discover a shared common interest. I go to leave. Jill runs over, gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I stay. Dance til the bar closes. She leaves with her gay friends. i attempt to stagger home. Start feeling stupid for not asking for her number. Cops stop me. ask if i can make it home. I tell them i'm fine. Relieved when they keep driving. Run into beardo who makes sure i make it home.

Today Dale tells me she has/had a boyfriend. Really hoping for had. She's sweet, cute, and we get along great.
She doesn't, however, give me that "butterflies in the stomach type wow feeling". But you know maybe that's a good thing. Considering the girl who occaisionally gives me that feeling makes no fucking sense at all.
No sense.
At all.

So, i've finally retired my old lucky black t-shirt from public display. There's a few holes in it and when you put it up to the light it's practically see-thru.

So i promptly set out to the local mall to find a new one. My first stop was dollarama...nada. So i went to thebigmultinationalconglomeratethatisSEARS.
Gonna try it out tonite at the show.

And no, i'm not sure how i deemed my old one "lucky".
I just did at some point.

92.25hours regular+2.75hours overtime+8hours statutory holiday=HUGE PAYCHECK!!!!

death by nostalga and color tv are playing at reflections tomorrow nite. I don't have work on friday. I'm getting drunk and dancing (brutilizing) my ass off!!

So last nite the Khyber was fun.
Hell was ok.
All i kept thinking was:
"I have to work at 7. Why do i keep doing this to myself?"
and:
"She has really beautiful eyes."
quickly followed by:
"For god's sake, stop thinking that she has really beautiful eyes!!"

And i still need either a cig, or a piano.

!. Forgot how great the food at maxwell's was.
2. HEY MCFADDENS!!!!
3. Why's that guy on the stage. Ahh, gerry's on it. He's kinda big, though. Where'd he come from. FUCK!!
That was some punch.
4. appairantly erin's our manager now.And someone should figure out how to remove that sparkle from her cheek. Even if it is kinda cute.
5. Crystal. Three o'clock. the swingset. You're so gonna get it!
6. Marquee. dancefloor:brutilized!!!
More nights should be like this one!

*bang!* *bang!* *bang!*
(Don't worry. That's just the sound of alfred banging his head against a wall. goodnight.)

It was gonna be wicked!
It was gonna be the first halifax show in six months.
It was gonna be with our friends the hold and the tragedies.
I was even looking forward to seeing" this message will self-destruct", having never seen them before.
But it's not gonna happen.
Bella muse has been closed down.
And the city has lost another venue.

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We were gonna play new songs too.

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So...anyone want to do anything tomorrow? My whole day and nite's free now.

And a shout out is given to one Dale Fahey!
Keep brutilizing that dancefloor!

Nova Scotia Power can go fuck themselves!

I worked 52 hours this week.
Somebody shoot me.

Oh well...color tv and the holy shroud were really good last nite. Luckily Amanda was there to keep me from feeling like a total idiot for boogieing to the tunes.

The more i hear about new year's, the more i think i shouldn't be allowed out in public.

Last nite was cool. I love a free pancake breakfast. Although i was a bit antisocial at first. But i blame that on new years.
Walked part of the way home with Jill. Note to self:next time you see her, ask her out to dinner.
And...i donno...can't really get into it. It's...it's just stupid and not worth thinking about. So i'm not going to.
There. Done.

Finally all three people who read this thing can tell me how much of a whiner i am. Click "comments" and go for it!

As for me, i'm heading to reflections for free food.
And maybe a beer.
I can learn moderation.
I think.

I woke. And i looked up.
unfirmiliar ceiling.
I live five fucking minutes away. Why did i pass out there? Did i do anything stupid before passing out???
Sorry crystal. Sorry kc..
I think i should stop drinking for a while.