Cool beans

Congrats to Schemes for putting on an awesome fun show last night. The music was great and it was nice to see people that I barely see anymore. Getting my ass groped by girls definitely helped too.

On an unrelated note, next to Machotaildrop, this is another movie I wanna check out in 2010.

Memorable Quotes:
"Make sure you cream yourself tonight"
-Ani, with her own unique way of reminding me to apply lotion due to my chronic dry skin

Memorable Quotes:
"It's like you're losing your face to your neck"
-Mrs. Sergio Attardo's way of telling Mr. Sergio Attardo that he's turning into a fatty

"C'mon! It's the closest you'll ever get to my mouth"
-Ani's way of persuading me to let her steal a drag off my cigarette

Sneakerhoe

My friend Julie is getting married. It's strange; not because she's getting married, but because I've hung out with her a total of 2 or 3 times in my entire life and we don't even keep in touch online that often and yet, I've never been so happy for someone I barely know.
Anyway, she asked me to be the wedding photographer. It's a scary gig. I've done photography gigs as a party photographer and even then, I could barely hold up. Sergio's wedding doesn't count. It was just a loophole to get a non-Witness into the wedding. The photos I took that day were absolute shit.

I don't even know what wedding photos are supposed to look like. I'm gonna have some studying up to do. Thankfully, it won't happen for another year, so I have plenty of time.

And even though she won't read this: congratulations again, Julie!

Lame

I'm taking a communications course. It's a mandatory course; can't graduate without it. The first class last week was sort of a standard class. Icebreaker activities and what not, so I couldn't really gauge what the course was going to be like yet.
And now that I've had my second class, I think I can say it's the corniest class I've ever been in. At one point, Ani leaned over and whispered "I feel like we're in an anger management class". And she's right. The lectures are about how we communicate and how we can be better at communicating with one another. We had to fill in these sheets that forced us to try and look deep into ourselves, because you can't communicate if you don't know yourself. One girl told the class that she was trying to be a human being. WTF.

So yeah, it looks like I'll be skipping this class often.

Who's your daddy?

The other day, I discovered there's an optical store in Toronto called Siht Optical. My coworker and I hypothesized that perhaps there was a 'g' missing and that it was a typo. But no. It's Siht Optical. It's more than likely the owner's last name. I guess he/she's never been to elementary school or high school in North America. Because otherwise, they would have been taunted relentlessly and would know better than to name an optical store with their last name.

My coworker also discovered porn on my boss's laptop. She discovered a movie file titled 'Kerri Sable - Who's Your Daddy?' in the download folder. She had to Google Kerri Sable to figure out who she was. Luckily (and unfortunately), it's not my boss's. It's mine.
Kidding.
It's the boss's son's. I actually wish it was my boss's, just so I could occasionally say the phrase "Who's your daddy?" in front of him and see what his reaction would be. And in what context would I ever say that to my boss? I have no idea.

Nothing Ever Happened

It looks like I'm going to see Spoon and Deerhunter in March. I'm pretty stoked. I like Deerhunter the same way I like Joy Division; there's a good chunk of their material that I can't stand (and that's saying a lot, considering how often they put out new stuff), but the songs I do like, I fucking love. Hope to see you there.