Horton

So Horton totally makes sense when he says, "I've said what I've said, I said what I meant..." and so on. No, I didn't go see the movie; I'm trying to determine whether or not it's worth the 10 bucks to shell... the last movies here and there were a real let-down, with the exception of "Sweeny Todd" and "August Rush"...anyway.

But hey, usually what I write, I mean. I don't take anything back.

I made someone's day by commenting on what a good person they were and infact, are, and it makes me feel good to know that made someone's life change, just a smidgen.
Quote: "he's got a heart and compassion for everything he considers true."

I'm awesome :) Only when I'm writing, I have verbal dyslexia.

So since Wednesday, I drank ridiculous amounts of alcohol to drown my batshit ugly week down the drain. It dulled the sadness just a bit, but hey, it's never a permanent solution (at least, it will never be for me). Ran into good ole' Donnie down at the bar on Wednesday and we had one overdue heart-to-heart.

We drank one for you, my dear.

Thursday, I did my radio show, and it went pretty okay, I suppose. I was rather distracted with the news that's been floating in and out of my brainwaves since a few days prior, but it worked itself out. Miki Miki Motor Bikey (that's right, best nickname ever), and Fatty Patty swung by, and planned on seeing Juno that night, but the fact that I had to pick up Dave from work interfered so that ninja'ed the plans. Rats. However, we bombared Aaron's house, which pissed him off, but he subsided when we offered tasty cheap beer from Scary Mart. Yay. Good times. There were pictures taken, I'll have to pilfer those in due time.

Speaking of pictures, I got the ones edited from the photoshoot last weekend. They turned out pretty decent. We just didn't take enough for what she paid me for, so I offered to take more, free of charge. You can check 'em out here, but if you don't have a 'spazz account, then you're shit out of luck for now. This is where Nelson is supposed to point and ha ha at you.

Friday, we celebrated Leane's birthday (I can't believe it's been a year already since... GOD NICOLE SHUT UP.). We made a pitstop at The Breakroom, where I was given three Jager Bombs and told to guzzle in 10 minutes time. Sweet. Buzzed already. I should change the name of this blog.
We then 'tailed it over to Northland and played a romping few games of bowling. Good times. I then recall heading to Leane's for party festivities.
Laundry list!
- beer
- Rock band (BEST. GAME. EVER.) - I sang Radiohead on medium and got 100%. I rule.
- food fight! I was picking out angel food cake and rice pudding out of my hair the day after. My new hoodie's dirty :(
- Leane turning into the incredible drunk Hulk[ette] and breaking things
- squash?

We then went to another house, and did some Jameson shots. That for sure did me in. Fucking whiskey, everytime. I just remember cookies and a mass cuddle sesh.

Last night was frustrated angry drunk night. I got asked out by the "king of punk rock". Hilarious. Uriah's birthday was last night, so Leane and I headed over to Mojo's (never. again.) to wish him some birthday goodtimes. Leane was rather surprised that Mario was so friendly, but I assured her that he usually is when there's alcohol involved. Go figure. They, too, have a secret headnod now.

I do recall ending last night with vigorous games of Connect Four at Melanie's house, and conversations of how I shouldn't be single and why am I only 22? Eh.

I need to chill out on the boozin'. But it distracted me and pushed the bullshit aside for awhile. It was refreshing in a somewhat sad way.

I'm going to have one fucked up workweek. Between the two jobs I now have, this week will be 45.5 hours. I'm going to be so excited when I get paid. I'm crawling in my skin.

How's that for an update?