Unemployment and facial hair

Last night, I got surprisingly (or unsurprisingly, depending on how well you know me) drunk off a pint and a half of beer. I'm only including that fact because my dream last night picked up where my real life left off.
In my dream, I wake up the next morning, feeling like shit. I guess I got more fucked up than I realized. I'm pretty late for work and somehow, I still take my sweet ass time to get ready. The commute (via public transportation) is a pain in the ass and the buses take even longer than usual. By now I'm freaking out. Somehow, I get lost along the way too. I finally make it to work, convinced I'm gonna get in a lot of shit only to realize when I get there that I don't have a job. I'm unemployed, just like in real life. I proceed to freak out in my dream for all the trouble I put myself through. Then I wake up, feeling like a moron.
So basically, the only way I could be any dumber than I am now is in my dreams. Lovely.

Also:
Mom: (in Cantonese) Why haven't you shaved? Your (facial) hair is so long.
Me: I want to grow a mustache.
Mom: (laughing and grabbing me by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin) With these? There's barely any hair!
Me: I'm trying to be...manly.
Mom: (keeps laughing) I don't even know you anymore. (walks away laughing)

The best part is that I was serious. Why am I always the funniest when I'm not trying?

Oh and I forgot...

Sian's coming to Toronto again! Pretty fucking awesome?
Yes, I'd like to think so.

And maybe this time I'll try to be a better host than last time.



I'll also try to look less stupid in pictures while I'm at it.

The past few days

I'm back in Scarborough. Moving back sucked. On top of some surprises along the way (ie. undiscovered mouse shit, spiders, spilled liquids I was not aware of etc.), I also realized I've acquired twice as much junk since moving in. My room can hardly accommodate the stuff already in it and now I gotta move more stuff back in. I'm glad it's mostly over with.
It was an interesting 9 months.

Went to the Patrick O' Dell (of Epicly Later'd fame) photo show last night. I didn't realize until the last minute that it was the same place I went to when Cobrasnake had his little "yard sale". Meaning I wasn't expecting it to be in a small, hot room. I expected more photos, and more shit I haven't already seen on his site. But I had fun nonetheless; the John Cardiel episode playing in the other room and free beer helped. I saw Patrick standing in the back. I wanted to go all skate nerd on him and just dork out in general, but he was always busy talking to girls. It must be nice to always be talking to girls.
Sorry to everyone that went with me; I'm sure it was boring for them.

I took my entrance test at Seneca on Thursday. In the days leading up to it, I described it to my friends as "a test to prove you're not a retard". It wasn't far from the truth. Save for an essay that I had to write on the spot, the English and Math tests were incredibly easy. Anyone that paid enough attention during their high school classes would probably pass.
And as easy as the test was, I'm sure at least half the people in the room that I took the test with won't pass, judging from how difficult it was for them to even follow simple instructions. For instance, we were each assigned a seat in the room. Desks were arranged in 3 columns; you either sat in the left column, middle column or right column. The people supervising the tests told you which column to sit in and somehow people still couldn't figure it out.
There was also a sign-in table as soon as you walked into the room. The prospective students line up to sign in; the test supervisors would look over your info and make sure you were at the right place and everything. A huge table with people sitting behind it and people lined up are hard to miss and yet, one girl managed to completely walk past it and seat herself. She nearly got kicked out when the test was over and she kept writing, despite being told 3 times to put her pencil down.
Maybe I'm just a jerk and I'm being hard on these people, but as far as I'm concerned, not being able to figure out where to sit despite being clearly told where and/or using enough common sense to line up at the sign-in table? That's what should be the entrance test. If you can't figure out that stuff that simple, then you're not ready for college.

To All My Friends

Due to last week's mishap with alcohol, I've decided against partying in the basement this Friday. Which is just fine, because this came to my attention a few days ago:



Anyone wanna go?
Yeah, it'll be super scene and probably really pretentious, but I like Epicly Later'd (the site and the VBS.tv episodes especially) and I even liked reading Patrick's stuff when he did the occasional tour article in Thrasher, so why not. Besides, it's not like I have anything to do on Friday. Do you?

Party like a rockstar

So yeah, I got "ripe smashed", as Matt put it, on Wednesday. I upchucked on my floor in the middle of the night and as of now, I'm still trying my hardest not to throw up. I feel like a pussy, since I've seen my friends in the same state and they seem to be okay enough to do anything the next day. I couldn't even sit up for more than 5 minutes at a time the next day.
It's been a really shitty week.

In brighter news, I've received a letter from Seneca regarding my application. With Georgian College, I have to book my own aptitude test, whereas with Seneca, they've taken the liberty of just setting it up for me. I have a test in 5 days. Thankfully, it's only an English and Math test, so I should be okay. I just hope there's no calculus in there.
Here's hoping I get in.

Dream

I like when Lenny writes about his dreams on his Xanga or tells me about them. He's got interesting ones. I had a dream for the first time in a long while. Or maybe I've had them all along and only remember this one.

In the dream, both my family and Lenny's are moderately wealthy, which explains why we both happen to have residences on some small island. My family and I go for dinner to some restaurant and Lenny and his family happen to be there. The place happens to resemble the outside rear entrance of Market Village, by the way. Lenny's not with his family and I ask where he is. His mom points outside to the patio, where he's sitting by himself. She tells me that he's depressed. I go outside and join him. He really is depressed, but to such a ridiculous degree that he seems catatonic or mentally ill. Because it's my dream, I pick up that it's over a girl without anyone having to tell me so. I do an awful job trying to console him, which is about the only part of the dream that resembles real life. And out of nowhere, he begins singing 'This Night Has Opened My Eyes' as if he's in a weird trance.

And that's most of what I remember from my dream. God forbid any girl ever breaks any of our hearts to the point where we're catatonic and singing Smiths songs.

Oct 2007 - July 2008

I move back home next Saturday. It's been an interesting few months here, to say the least.

Things I will miss:
-the convenience of having the following within a few minutes of walking: smokes, Monsters, alcohol, wings, ice cream, the bank, milk and the TTC station. Running out of shit never was a problem here
-complete privacy
-the sauna
-eating whatever I damn well pleased
-being able to hang out with Sergio without either one of us having to make the effort to meet up
-taking only 20 minutes to get downtown or only having to pay $20 for a cab ride back home by myself as opposed to $40+
-getting along with my parents; we get along only because I only have to see them two days a week

Things I will not miss:
-mice in the winter
-the huge fucking spiders and centipedes and the fear of ingesting them in my sleep, because it's very plausible
-having to push through high school kids to get to the TTC station during the day
-Sergio throwing his butts all over the backyard and making me look like the bad guy to Kathy and her mom (I refuse to pick them up on the principle that it's his trash, not mine)
-paying rent
-being isolated from Scarborough peeps
-stealing wireless internet from whoever or having to walk to Coffee Time to guarantee my internet doesn't crap out on me at an inopportune moment
-sketchbags on the Danforth

Anyway, I'll probably have friends over next Friday to enjoy one last day of having a place to myself. Try to make it.

To do

Last summer, Jocelyn and I had a to-do list for the summer. I think we managed to do most of the things (things like "road trip" were a bit far-fetched in terms of time and money). And seeing as how I don't want to waste this summer, this is our list for 2008. Or maybe just my list, because there are some things on this list that I don't think people will want to do.

-going to the beach: date undecided
-Toronto Night Market: July 11th & July 12th
-Crystal Castles Harbourfront show: July 5th
-moving-back-to-Scarborough get-together: June 27th
-take photos It was half assed, but whatever.
-BBQ
-Vigilante Movie Night
-another yard sale?
-skate with Ted
-weasel butt coffee with May and Andrew?

I think that's it for now.

Laundry and fish

Seeing as how I'm unemployed, my list of things to do on a daily basis has dwindled to menial tasks like making sure I wash out the filter on my coffee machine so I can make it first thing in the morning and buying smokes.
Sergio and Kathy are gone on their honeymoon and have actually given me something that carries a bit of responsibility, which is a nice change. I have to feed their fish. They've kept the kitchen door that separates my area from theirs open just so I could do it. It's too bad that Kathy's mother, Itza (Itsa? Eetsa? I dunno), came over today and washed their dishes, took out their trash and then went and locked the damn kitchen door. It's only day one; I haven't fed them once and I'm already locked out of the damn place.
Thankfully, they've also entrusted Christien to come over occasionally and feed them as well. So I'm hoping he comes over tomorrow to do it; otherwise, if he doesn't come over until Wednesday (or later), the fish will certainly be dead. Sergio told me that he didn't expect some of them to live since they were sick, but I don't think he's gonna ever trust me again when he finds out they all died.

Also, I'm hoping he comes by so he can unlock the kitchen door because I'm a dick and I'd rather do my laundry upstairs than do it at the laundromat.

Hey, don't look at me like that. You'd do it too if you had the opportunity.

Mr. [name redacted]

Congratulations to Sergio and [name redacted], who got hitched today. I had this whole entry written about the day, but fuck it.
Obviously, it'd be lame to let you guys see the pics before Mr. & Mrs. [name redacted] or any of their families saw it, but I think they won't mind if I post the goofy pics.






And my favorite one; them posing with their wedding gifts.

Here we go again

WOOOOO! Another one!
I'll stick with this one, I swear.