kick right left kick right left right left paradiddle paraddidle paradiddle-diddle - 2008-07-22 12:05 a.m.

so since we last met, i:

-have busied myself with learning drums (paradiddle DIDDLE). i'm not nearly as shit as i was lat week, which cheers me immensely.

-came up with the most effective pick-up line in the history of pick-up lines ("excuse me, i seem to have misplaced my penis holster... may i borrow your vagina?")

-played a terrible show in peterborough. utterly demoralizing.

-burnt myself a LOT soldering shit. i'm having a clumsy week.

-found a cat food that elliott actually likes. this is an accomplishment. it's this stuff from the pet store near my house which proudly proclaims itself to be "human grade!". which is oddly chilling. but i ahve to admit, it does smell like REAL FOOD(tm). not that i'm tempted to try it. although.... meat cereal.... hmmm....

it's truly a rollercoaster of emotion, this life. boring, boring emotion. let me tell you.

oh, and my dad is moving to vancouver island in august. forever. it'll be weird only being able to see him once or twice a year. he's fucking miserable in orangeville though. well maybe not miserable, but it has nothing to offer. i don't blame him, i got the fuck out too.

i booked time off work to drive across canada with him to his new digs, and then fly back. i love road trips, and it'll be the last time i got to spend an extended amount of time with him, probably for a long while.

i should probably bring a camera, this has shitty bonding movie written all over it. i could win an oscar and totally bang susan sarandon if i play my cards right.

operation get-my-shit-together is in full swing. the 24 hour gym around the corner from my house is pretty much the best thing ever.
i'm actually getting excercise other than biking, and 24 hour access to a sauna is fucking AMAAAAAAZING. any night where i'm having trouble sleeping i can just duck over and read a book, drink some sort of drink and sweat the fuck all over everything.
the only thing standing in the way of absolute perfection is my lack of good hash.

i'm starting to realize exactly how much of a hermit i have become. sometimes on my days off i get out my phone, look at it a while i try to figure out who i should call, realize i can't think of anyone and just put it back on the desk.

i think i'll start shack-hunting. is there a "shacks for rent" section on craigslist?

actually fuck that. i have a date with a book and a sauna.