i have returned home from shannon's place in the northcountry. got home at about 7:30. yeah. and, damn it, i miss her already. grr...

the weekend was lots of fun, though. like i mentioned before, we saw Spider-Man 2. i met two of her good friends, amber and lauri, who were also really cool. amber gave me candy, and lauri gave me a Kill Bill 2 poster. i'm not sure why i was showered with gifts, but i am very appreciative. there was a little incident at a restarant, however...

lauri, shannon, and i went to the local Ground Round because the women wanted peanut-butter pie. we were seated, and after a few minutes of talking, began to wonder where our serving wench was. time went on and our minds drifted to different things. after twenty minutes of listening to the people in nearby tables bitch and moan, we were beginning to wonder if maybe the cooks had eloped with the wenches, or maybe just had a very large orgy in the kitchen. so, being the intrepid explorer that i am, i peeked around the room, only to find a few serving wenches standing around jabbering to one another (two of them were actually male wenches!). i returned to my seat, thinking service would be had soon. nope. ten minutes later, we decided to leave, and did so. we never even gave a drink order. i think it was perhaps the shittiest service i've ever recieved (or... not recieved). no tip for them! we went to the grocery store, and got popsicles, ice cream, and chips instead, then went back to lauri's place to watch south park for many hours.

i took a couple more [cute] [pictures], so enjoy those. blah, yadda, blah. i think i'm tired. peace out, peeps.

  mood: grumbly
now playing: evanescence - anywhere

oh, my poor website, how i neglect thee. not without reason, however. i know as i type this that i won't be able to post it for at least a few days, unless the gods of wi-fi smile upon me and a wireless hotspot is constructed across the street within the next couple days.

some of you may recall me mentioning [shannon] not too long ago. well, after much deliberation, i decided to visit her in plattsburgh, and now i'm typing this from her living room. i'm up in the northcountry for the weekend, to meet friends, family, and generally have a good time.

before i came up, i was warned not to poke, prod, or in any other way touch [the dog], as it would chew my hand off in a fury of small yapper-type-dog nibblings. and, indeed, when i got here, the dog (whose name is cinnamon) yapped her little head off (it was actually quite cute, since every time she yapped, she also bounced a little, and she yapped a lot). apparently, the dog hates everyone... and somehow, she just let me pet her. i hope i didn't break the dog...

i brought shannon flowers when i came up, and she told me that now she would have to curse me all weekend for it. she also smiled a lot and thanked me for them. women sure are strange sometimes. =P

i just got here yesterday afternoon, so we haven't done much yet. we did go see Spider-Man 2 last night, which was cute, but a little goofy (i think that's what they were going for, though). and since she works at the theatre, she showed me how things work up in the projection room. it was actually quite a bit different than i expected, and very interesting indeed (although i would imagine one wouldn't care about such things after working there for a while).

maybe the universe is trying to make up for my year of absolute shit last year, but life has been pretty good since the beginning of the summer. hopefully, things will continue to be good, for a while at least. i don't think that's too much to ask. i hope it's not.

...send me an angel to love, i'm afraid i'll never get to heaven...

  mood: pretty damn happy
now playing: garbage - my lover's box (i've been listening to a lot of garbage lately)

here's what i'd look like if i was a [biker].

this weekend was, in all actuality, hella tight. better, really. [erin] and [shannon] travelled down from plattsburgh, city on the edge of the earth, for craig's party. they were only planning on staying till tuesday, but they decided, much to the delight of everyone, to stay until thurdsay. they left amidst tears and heartfelt goodbyes and will be missed terribly.

so as to not dwell on the fact that i am once again very limited in the friend category, i shall focus not on their parting, but on their glorious stay. the party was fun, except that i didn't know anyone who was there for the first hour or so. then the girls showed up, and i actually had someone to talk to. unfortunately for you (and fortunately for me), my camera was at home during the party. erin may have taken some pictures of me whilst i was socially lubricated, but i don't really remember.

there was no drunken orgy (sorry to all the sex-fiends out there who read my site regularly), which was probably good for all parties involved. i think i was just told that so i would come to the party. lying bastards.

we watched a lot of movies together. Fight Club, Snatch, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, and the Boondock Saints were all seen in the first couple days, followed up by School of Rock later in the week. for each of these, the four of us all piled onto my bed and started at my teevee for 5 hours at a time. much pizza was to be had, as well as kool-aid for all. there was a bit of [lesbianism], which was good for me, and some [cuteness] to be had, not to mention some [making out], which was also good for me. such were the affairs of my room.

we also went on a few adventures, most notably the trip to see the giant cock once again. shannon had her picture taken [with the cock], and we were all very proud of her for being such a good sport and putting up with all the dirty jokes. also, at some other point in time while driving around, craig and erin got a little too friendly with her new camera phone, resulting in some truly [frightening] [images].

on the last day, there was yet more [lesbianism], and we all managed to stop touching one another's bums for long enough to take a [respectable picture]. there wasn't actually any crying at their departure (i know, i lied before), but it was with heavy hearts that we watched them drive away. again, ladies, you will be sorely missed. hopefully it won't be for too long.

since i have to complain about something, i really wish i would stop meeting ridiculously awesome women who live nowhere near me. of course, i knew erin was great, but who knew that so many cool people could be from one place. shannon is a joy to be around, and a wondeful girl on top of that. i miss her most of all (sorry erin... but i think you understand). living six hours away from someone you would like to see on a daily basis sucks a whole lot.

flock of seagulls. *hth*

  mood: pretty damn tired
now playing: marilyn manson - dope hat

today, i slept till 2:30, and i'm not really sure why. i was only up till 3:00 or so, and i wasn't particularly tired. perhaps my subconscious knows that i won't be getting any sleep this weekend. wiser than you'd think, the subconscious is. yes.

moving on to bigger and better things, this time i actually have a story.

for the past few months, our toilet at home has been making weird noises and leaking water (into itself, not onto the floor). dadoo looked at it and declared it needed a new seal. and so it leaked for another month or so, and then he went to the hardware store to get the gagetry to fix it.

he brought home a single package, tossed it on the kitchen table, and went to do something else for some time. after a while, curiosity got the best of me, and i picked the thing up to check it out. not really knowing what to expect, i looked it over, and then noticed the name. there was a short pause, and then i lauged quite heartily. i showed it to mumsy, and she chuckled and shook her head. here, for your viewing pleasure, is what we saw:

ah, yes, the fabled BALLCOCK. who names these these things, anyway? i mean... yeah, sure, it makes sense. this wonderful device takes the floating ball in the back of the toilet and sets it in position to be ready to flush (i.e.: it cocks the ball), but... if we named everything after what they did, we would have picturetakers instead of cameras and pointermoverandclickers instead of mice. so the only conclusion i have left to me is that the engineer that came up with this thing was a bit of a pervert and had more than a little sense of humour.

let's hear it for perverted engineers. ;)

  mood: amused; well-rested
now playing: orgy - eva

i'm up too late for my own good. again. but i feel i've neglected my poor site for far too long. you see, while i'm at home for the summer, i have dial-up internet, so there's really no motivating force to get me online. i just play games. not even online games. sometimes i read. god, i love summer. i'm such a hermit.

i'm not going anywhere with that line of thought, so now i'll ramble about something else entirely. i had a couple experiences tonight... christ... i'm so boring. i'm even boring and wordy online. jesus. i really piss myself off sometimes.

anyway. shut the fuck up, jess, and talk about something that's not complaint-oriented.

okay, so i was listening to a Matchbox 20 CD a couple hours ago, and it reminded me of aleah, whom i had a bit of a crush on a while back (some of you might have noticed). i haven't seen her all summer, since she lives a couple hours away and i can't even afford enough gas to get across the city. so here i am, thinking about some of the stuff we'd done together (we had a mall adventure once) (another time we got me a little drunk and she pushed me down, which resulted in me hitting my head on the corner of a stage (fret not, friends, our hero was not injured)) (at work, we used to throw things at one another). that, combined with the fact that i haven't seen her in a while made me miss her quite a bit. i did manage to finish listening to the cd, though.

the whole 'missing someone' feeling was strange, though. i haven't missed someone like that for a long-ass time. we're talking years. maybe three, or four. to be honest, i wasn't sure if i still could, but i guess i know now. i really don't know where i'm going with this, either. it's somewhat late, and... well, i don't feel tired, but i don't think my mind is working quite the way it should. very scatterbrained, i am. indeed. so, aleah, if you read this. well, i miss you. so... hi. =P i'll have to call her when i go back to school.

but i fear that, once again, a really good CD has been spoiled for me by a girl. i'll never be able to listen to this now without thinking about her. it's a thing that happens to me, and it's somewhat aggravating, because it always happens with awesome CDs... and it's not that i mind thinking about these girls. quite the contrary, in fact; it's very nice sometimes. but other times i don't want to reminisce, i just want to rock out...

anyway, the CD in question this time was Yourself Or Someone Like You. in the past, it's been The Distance to Here, by Live (hi liz!), Superstarved, by Gravity Kills (hi molly!), and the first one this happened with, Darkest Days, by Stabbing Westward (hi 'tine!!). there is also a song, Closing Time (i don't even know who the band is) that reminds me of adriana, whom i haven't spoken to in a couple years, at least. i feel extremely guilty about that, since she's just so fucking awesome and such a good friend and i kinda just let our relationship fade. unfortunately, to find her, i have to call random phone numbers in Montreal; not a proposition i look forward to, but something i will do eventually.

the other thing i did was watch some girl's webcam. it wasn't of the porn variety, so you can all shut the fuck up (although, she was wearing a bikini at first. i don't really know why, since it was 3 in the morning. she then changed into jeans and a tank top). no, it was just some random cute girl who said hi to me on Yahoo one day. i don't know a god-damn thing about her, and yet... i get to watch her type and make blank faces at the screen. didn't you used to have to pay to do stuff like that? people on the internet are so fucking weird (i don't mean that as an insult; don't take offense, anyone). the internet, itself, is fucking weird.

well, craig is home, and erin will be coming down from plattsburgh with her friend shannon this weekend. there's going to be a big shin-dig at craig's, and then there's going to be a drunken orgy or something like that. i haven't been completely filled in on the details yet, so that last part might be wrong, i don't know. whatever we do, it should be pretty fun. or maybe even... hella tight.

soon, soon, i will go back to school. which i'm looking forward to, since i'm starting to become really bored, and, as i mentioned earlier, i might actually go do something with aleah, if she's not completely incapacitated or something shitty like that. i'm also going to be living with Molly and one of her friends, which should be entertaining, and a nice change of pace. my grandpa told me not to get her pregnant. i don't think that's going to be an issue, though. plus i get to go back on broadband (woohoo!) and go back to classes, which i'm actually kind of looking forward to. after totally burning myself out last year, taking this summer as an extended vacation, and trying to clean up my act a bit... well, hopefully i'll have better luck this year than i did last. but y'all keep your fingers crossed for me, please.

one last thing, before i quit: check out my [laceration]! how fucking cool is that!?

peace out, my homies (i will be utterly amazed if anyone sees this, much less reads it all).

...when i grow up, i'll be stable...

  mood: i feel so... sensual
now playing: garbage - sleep together