This weekend was one of different variety. I use that word in particular, because it was indeed, in fact, different. Well I suppose that I didn't do so much on thursday or friday, being as thursday night and friday morning, i was a tad under the weather. Saturday morning started with a fucking explosion.
I woke up to Larry yelling "CJ, get up! Steve [douchebag landlord] is here and he found your stuff!" I hadnt been sleeping for enough hours, in my opinion so i yelled back, "Serious??? But I am moving out in like a few days..."  But apparently Steve had opened my drawers and went through a bunch of my stuff and claimed my guitar to be his now, and that everything else could go to the fucking dump.
I got out of bed so fast.
Once again, very sudden moving. I hate when that happens. My mom and Robert were able to come lend their truck. And Phil came down and aided in any lifting; heavy or small. It was hectic for a few hours, and I was very very tired by the end of it. My mom brought me and Phil out for like fries and burgers/chicken thangs. That was appreciated.
I went home and was so raring to go, from the adreneline from the move (atop one energy drink and one beer. two things I never drink anymore), that I couldnt sleep. My body was drained, but my mind wasn't going to let itself go to waste.
The evening came around. Lauren wanted to do something, because she started work Monday (being today), and she didn't know her schedule at all or when her days off would be. I got my heart set on going to this party at the Rocker.
I attempted to bleach my hair. Alas, two bleachings only resulted in orange hair. SO its now pink. :)
Yeehaw.
We only got to the Rocker at like one am. I wanted to be there around 11:30, but got held up in discussion with Lauren. While at the Rocker, right away I hear fantastic dubstep and I wanna dance. But shit hit the fan after maybe two tracks. I got injured in the ruckus... a few times. And I still managed to hold myself back from being the injurer.
Sigh. The night went sour, and I made a big scene in front of all my friends, which I am a tad embarrassed about. I managed to flag down a cab and go and spend the night somewhere, gathering my thoughts and being comfy.
I didnt sleep as much as I would have liked, but I appreciated having somewhere to go and cool down and whatnot. I cabbed home at 8 in the morning.

Today I will be packing more of my things. The entirety of the boiler room with all my stuff is at Tania's. When we were moving it on saturday we couldnt find 50% of the bed frame so we said fuck it and tossed what we had, out. Upon further inspection, the rest of the frame has magically re-appeared.... somehow. So I'll go climb in the dumpster and see if I can find those pieces. Pretty sure they trucks havent come by yet (o how the sound of them makes me sad), so hopefully I can fish it out.

Been eating super well tho, lately. And also exercising/working out like a mo-fo. (aka motherfucker)
Got some stamina building up so I can do way more, so much longer. And like a hundred pushups, in a row, is now do-able! yippee! Thats a big thing, by the way, if anyone wants to try and find our for themselves, having not done pushups in years.
P.Dot was in a triathlon a month or two ago. That sounds neat. I looked at a magazine to do with that, the other day. I think that is my next big goal - enter in a triathlon.
Sounds crazy but that'd be so fun.

okay.
so.
i am moving. into my sisters. its final-ish?
phil took my out to feed me tonight (honestly, that guy is SUCH a good friend). we talked over some non-stop stirfry. he helped me come up with a very realistic plan. its has its ups and downs.
i suppose i shall grace this blog with the story tomorrow or some other time that isnt this ridiculous hour. beddie time. still not tired. somebody throw sleeping pills at me. i mean my mouth. throw them there. please and thanks.
sincerly, this jerk.

Dearest Bullwinkle, please. no.

I went to my nephew's football game yesterday. #33 Tyree Cayer of the Elmwood Giants.

(Thats him.)

I could only stay for 99% of the first half of the game. Happy I went and spent the time and money to go and see him play. Fuck is he good. He plays better than all those high school kids out there, and he's only a 16 year old muffin. Now, that is fucking impressive.

*cue round of applause*

I would have to say the play of the game (in my very personal opinion) went to Beatrice Cayer. For she made the impressive call to [her daughter's cellular device] Vanessa who was nearly one row ahead, and five seats to the right, to tell her to put her hood up - it was cold out.

Haa. Beautiful.

I liked this. So must you. It's not mine, but you have my permission to adore it anyways.

In newest news, my hair is the single closest shade it has been to its natural color since I was...... fifteen? Is that right??? *ahem* Apparently, according to my producers, that IS, in fact, right. On behalf of all this channel's staff and very opinionated opinions, you have my most sincere apology.

But only about this issue. Nothing else, suckers.

[rocky: "and here's something you'll really enjoy!]

http://www.squidoo.com/BestMother-SonDanceSongs

like the link says, it is a LIST of the all-time BEST mother-son dance songs.

boyz-2-men included, for any of my colored friends.

play them if you like, to take you back to that "special" time in your life, when moms and their male offspring still participated in this and one party actually wannted to partake in this life-changing event.

okay children, i have given you lots of gifts. now go. you're free to not have to stand my bullshit for another few days. (if you're lucky - WEEKS!)

Print Shop - eye chart I / Art Print

Print Shop - eye chart I / Art Print

Print Shop - Meow and Meow... / Art Print

Print Shop - Meow and Meow... / Art Print

this is a lil somethin-somethin i conjured up via photoshop.
a lttle snack for your eyes.

peels on wheels

I suppose it has been forever since I've posted in here. I have been on an endless hunt for apartments. And I am damn sick of it!
There are future prospects - one namely. Its on Mcmillan, between Arbuthnot and Cockburn..... i think. If I am wrong, then at least I am close. Its a purdy l'il place, a bedroom on the third floor. $350 a month. In a nice house, and the guy seems pretty fucking rad too (house owner).
I had my little heart set on this other apartment, that is about 5 steps away from here. But as fate would have it, my speediness is not speedy enough, and I missed out.
Ce la vie.
Gaining some artistic drive, somewhat. Finally. Was at a loss, this past month.
And been out on my bike lots, enjoying autumn nights, cruising around when there is little to no traffic. It feels good. Y'kno, just that feeling.