Vegas

It's been months since I've posted. Everything in the world has happened. I'll hopefully update this thing at some point, but know that I'm here and doing okay.

The City Where We Belong

There have been some hard days in my life, but I'm pretty sure they will all end up seeming like I had been fucking my usual supermodels compared to tomorrow. I don't even know what to do or what to think.

It's hard because I don't think it's going to be what he would have wanted. I don't think it does him justice. Basically, I don't think it should be happening.

Overall though, I think in the end it will help my sisters and I out. I think it will help us deal. I think it will help us think.

2 pm, Boal Chapel in North Vancouver, is the memorial.

Ramble Ramble

It's a weird feeling to wake up and be completely alone. I've been trying to process the events that took place a week ago and I've come to the conclusion that there will be nothing that will ever make sense in any of this.

I guess I should back track and say that I didn't leave town. I couldn't leave town because of problems with my Australian passport, but now I can't leave. Too many papers to sign and too many matters to take care of.

The victim services lady said that writing would help, this isn't helping anything. I don't want to turn this blog into a complete downer. I am doing alright I think. As good as I can be doing.

RIP Dad.

Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger.

I had a pretty good sleep last night. Maybe that explains the reason that I can't come even remotely close to falling asleep this evening.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my two weeks notice for work goes in tomorrow.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it's only 3 am and I rock pretty damn hard.

Either way, I am up and doing what I do best. Looking pretty.

Call me.

Currently Listening To: Yuksek - Little Dirty Trip (Vicarious Bliss Remix)

Pull Shapes

I haven't written a thing for a month. One fucking month.

There are plenty of reasons for that and none of them make sense anymore. The problem, I guess, is that I have been working like crazy in anticipation of my departure. Money equals comfort and I am a guy that likes to be comfortable.

I've done a butt-load in that month. I've been to Seattle and I've been to Whistler. I've been to the top of a mountain, down to a boat in the ocean.

I've spent nights worrying and nights sleeping. Nights singing and nights dancing.

Most of all, I've spent nights thinking of how hard it's going to be to get up and go. I'm getting up and going by myself and it's something that I have never really done before. I'm excited as hell, but leaving behind everyone I love is a weird feeling.

Even more weird is the fact that my passport only took 10 business days to arrive. Everything is so much more real now. It's all happening.

Less than 3 weeks.

Currently Listening To: Yo Majesty VS Wolf and Cub - Club Action

I Don't Want To See It

My eyes hurt. Maybe it is being caused by not sleeping? Or maybe it's being caused by myself and my constant desire to scratch it because I'm not sleeping. Maybe it's being caused by the midget I've hired to run around all day poking people in the eyes. Maybe it's being caused by Christianity.

The planned weekend of fun is fast approaching. Phone calls and purchases must be made. No excuses, play like a champion.

The new album count now equals: 2 good, 1 bad.

Currently Listening To: Hot Chip - I Became A Volunteer

Will Die Without A Home

Today I woke up and went to work. I had waffles for breakfast and a baby for lunch. I downloaded 5 new albums and have listened to two of them. One good, one bad. To tell you the truth, I have actually only spoken to one person on the phone today, a all-time low.

Yesterday, I woke up on a friends couch. I drove home and spent the day in sweat pants and reading a book I got for Christmas.

Two days ago I had only one immediate family member in Canada. One sister in Australia, the other sister in Colorado and the mother in Mexico.

Three days ago I some how scammed work into giving me the day off. My first day off in 15 days.

Four days ago I had an itch.

Five days ago the girlfriend and I came as close to breaking up as one can probably go without actually crossing that line. The conversation was pretty messed up and revolved around familiar problems I've talked about on here a couple times. You could guess what it was. Honestly, I don't think we'll ever get passed it. It's sad really.

Currently Listening To: Arcade Fire - Neon Bible (Album)

Don't Be Fooled

To say that my life is different from last year wouldn't be a stretch.

At this time last year I was working on top of a mountain and spending everyday with a little lady, running around town doing nothing and everything. I drove a little black car, had little worries and little responsibilities. We would sit in restaurants drinking bottles of wine and drive around listening to some indie rock band that you've never heard of because they were to cool for you.

This year, I am working on the ground. In a restaurant surrounded by screaming kids and loud music that I try not to listen to in hopes that it doesn't rub off on me and into my life away from work. If I had a life away from work. I have been sick and throwing up for 5 days. I would be driving a little silver car, but it is something we won't talk about right now. The girlfriend is good. It's still weird though.

I leave in a couple months. Two months, almost exactly.

That's right I decided to go through with it. I still don't know about Coachella, but either way I am leaving town. It's time.


Currently Listening To: CSS - I Wanna Be Your JLo