Angry Mailbox

Blow vember

2009-11-16T16:35:00.007-07:00

Home sweet home.

It took a while, but I'm finally settled in. It's funny, the day I moved in they had just cleaned the carpets, so I couldn't actually put any of my furniture in the living room. Everything I owned had to be Tetris-stacked in the kitchen and storage room. Made for a fun second day (naturally, when I finished moving all of the stuff in, I went out and got drunk). The thing is, I felt immediately more at home here than at the old place, or really, any place I'd ever lived, save for my grandparents' house, which is always home.

So I took my time and got the furniture exactly how I like it. Set up my record player and it of course wouldn't work. Somehow the belt had come off during the move. After a week of trying to figure it out I resolved myself to the idea of buying a sexy brand new Rega P1.

Ain't she sweet?

I was explaining my problem to my dad yesterday and through some kind of divine intervention he actually suggested something that was totally genius. I was showing him the problem (there is too much belt, where do I put it? What does it wrap around?") when he asked if any of the things inside had belt marks on them. No, I realized, and when I got home flipped over the removed sub platter and saw the missing belt marks. Turns out it works the same as any other record player and that I'm a total idiot. So the turntable is fixed, and today I celebrated with Pig Lib on sweet sweet vinyl. Delicious.

Daisy returned home this week too. Three weeks without her here did a lot for my confidence levels. Now I'm back to this weird feeling of dread and anxiety.

She's actually in the other room right now marking English papers. Helped with the hanging of pictures and rearranging of things. The place looks good, and to be honest I was looking forward to her coming home because I knew she would straighten things out. These little domestic pictures we paint don't seem to bother me at all, or at least, they wouldn't if they were legit.
A quick run to Ikea, to Home Depot, to the grocery store and back home to make supper.
I was at one point so close to that being a reality with the absolute wrong person. I avoid that kind of domesticity like the fucking plague, and so does she. I don't know why we both slide into that mold so easily.

It would be easy to point to the stars, but I can't.

After months of repeating myself, what else can I say to "what is wrong?" Nothing is usually the best answer. It says everything. "That is not true." But what else can I say?

Death of Loserco

2009-10-31T03:51:00.002-06:00

4 am now.

So hungry. Can't sleep. Like a crackhead, I'm cleaning what's left to be cleaned.

Tonight is the last night is the place I've called home for 3 years. I'll maybe sleep now, as tomorrow will be busy all day. My fingers smell like bleach.

Jon5 will be over tomorrow to help with the move. Then it's all LOSERCO 2.0, bitches.

FACT:
I've kept every penny I've ever found from 1984. It's like, I think they're lucky. I have two rolls of them, plus a few more just laying around. I keep one in the tiny pocket of every pair of jeans I own.

Weirddd.

Goodbye home. See you tomorrow.

Ramblin' ambitions

2009-10-27T23:55:00.003-06:00

Long day.

Every Tuesday I host a radio show on CJSR called Makin' Whoopee. I didn't name it. 3 and a half years I've done this show now. Today we had a pre-Halloween special. My usual co-host is in Vancouver seeing U2 so I brought my friend Bo on instead. I like it. Playing music for people is the awesomest thing in the world sometimes, especially on days like today when I am inspired by EVIL to make a themed set.

Over the last year we've been getting a more dedicated fan base, and we started podcasting our shows via our website and people actually download it. We have dozens of people that actually choose to listen to our show now. I find that so hard to believe. For our fundraising episode (the joys of community radio) we pulled in an unexpected 3 grand, leading me to think that hey, maybe we've got something here. MAYBE, Colin and I are good at radio.

So this new found confidence combines with my love of playing music and I start thinking "Hey, maybe I flunked out of school for a reason. Maybe it's because I don't like it." I tried doing correspondence courses this year. Well, I mean, I bought one course and didn't do one page, nay, one word of work on it, and then just returned it. FAIL AT TRYING.
So maybe I should think about not going back to finish the degree I failed to get. Why should I do 8 courses at some internet school so that I can go back to real school to get a degree that I will not use to be a teacher? We're looking at at least 3 more years of school there.
Or maybe, maybe, maybe, I should think about broadcasting school. Radio. Full time. Imagine working at the CBC. Actually doing work in a field that I find exciting. There is a lot of thinking to do before I make this a real goal, but I need a real goal. And I mean, why not try this? I'm 25 years old and I've been working in a liquor store for the last 6 years. I don't want to still be there when I'm 30.

I can do this. Do I want to?

Thugs in Perpetuity

2009-10-26T20:56:00.002-06:00

A date?

Not a good one. Pretty early on I got that feeling...we have nothing in common, really, and I don't know how long I can fake it...

I don't usually feel like I'm not the least bit interesting. That was neat.

So I'm home not even two hours later. As a bonus, I stopped at a record store and picked up both My Bloody Valentine LPs, Isn't Anything and Loveless. I'd been meaning to buy them for ages, and it just felt like a good move tonight. Never mind the fact that I shouldn't be spending on non-essentials.

To prepare for date town I spent all day packing. I took down all the posters in my room and it looks terrifying. Oh well. 6 more sleeps here.

What the fuck am I doing?

Brain Damage

2009-10-25T22:47:00.005-06:00

Never mind, I totally got drunk.

I've spent the entire day floating through hangover land. One thing about the Garneau: the beer will kill you. That won't stop me from drinking it, but I know there's something not quite right about it. I like it, though, it reminds me of the bars back home. And the jukebox is basically perfect.

So today my landlord started showing off my suite. I didn't want to be around for it so I took off. I went to London Drugs to buy a mop, but I forgot to put my cheque in the bank and thus was out of funds. No mop. To kill time I stopped by the BIG MALL on the way to work. I do that sometimes. I don't know why. I really hate that mall, but there is a quality to it that I find very relaxing. I've been going there since I was a kid, and I guess that makes it comfortable? I don't know. So I mallratted for a few hours, looking at things and not buying them. I'm trying to keep my mind occupied on the move. So I went to some home stores, pretended to be someone with cash in their pockets.

I ate in the food court and watched dads have awkward mall days with their teenage daughters. I don't want kids, really. But I know that if I do, and they're girls, I'd be wrapped around their finger for life. What is that like, I wonder? And then the awkward mall days? The attempts at bonding? Sometimes I have dreams...that kid is in them. She's mine. It weirds me out.

"Hey kiddo."

Transport is Arranged

2009-10-24T16:46:00.003-06:00

So I'm moving for the first time in 3 years. Back to the south side of the river, and that is good. I'll be closer to my friends and the Garneau Pub, in fact within stumbling distance, so that is a bonus. A block away from Trouble, but I think I can handle that. Maybe in the summer I can ride my bike places again. Woot.

So the fun part is all the packing I'm doing. Oh boy. I don't like seeing everything come down. I've spent a lot of time making this place my home. But LOSERCO soldiers on.

Tonight I'm going to run around in a corn maze. I won't even be drunk.

Can Man Frisco

2009-06-17T22:22:00.002-06:00

I just spent a week in San Francisco with my parents. I survived! And now I 'm home. This is the last trip I take with them. I just can't do it anymore. But the dues are paid.

My parents like to be tourists. I don't. So we did tons of touristy things...like see Alcatraz. It was cooler than I thought, I'll give it that. Did a bus tour...drank a lot of beer. I took notes , I just need to find my book. Hold on a minute...

Ah, yes.

I'm kind of tired of explaining it all already. We found a bar called Kennedy's Irish Pub and Curry House. Seriously. They had a large beer selection with like 4 different porters, and I drank them all. Delicious. Black Butte was memorably tasty...I had it a few times on the trip. The bar also gave out free pint tokens, which is mad science if you ask me. So many drinks...so much indian food.
I brought Franny & Zooey but only had time to read the first part. Makes me feel that peculiar kind of sad that only Salinger ever makes me feel.
Alcatraz...covered in flowers and seagulls. A jail, a grenade blast, sunburn.

Saw a candy store called Candy Baron (funny) that I wished was called Baron Can-dy (don't bother laughing).

What is with 4-D movies? Is this the new EXTREME 3-D? The fourth dimension is like, time, isn't it? Do you come out of the theatre in time to tell yourself to not bother going in? 4-D?

Day 2 was spent in Haight-Ashbury. 40 years too late for anything to be important, but still in time to see the '60s hollow legacy. Ben & Jerry's? Almost got to drink at Toronado's but my parents weren't down. FUCK. Did get to shop at Amoeba Records, where I spent like $200. Good grief. Some theater was playing the original cut of the Warriors, which if you don't know is the greatest film of all time. Parents were also not down with that. How did I come from them?

Bust tour. Painted Ladies (houses. Ahh....). The Bridge (windy. can't breathe.) Golden Hills. Beauty. I'm so tired all the time because my dad snores louder than a truck parked on my face. No sleeps. Gah. Text messages from Heaven.

Glory.

So it continued. Saw some of Berkeley. The whole point of the trip, however, was to see the Hip play the Fillmore. Wow. A great show... good setlist but an audience of douchebags. I was irritated most of the time. So the trip is a loss, I guess.

We played botchiball at a vineyard called Ceja, I think. That was rad. But I was distracted by messages from England...welcome distractions....sanity keeping ones.

Plane home is 3 and a half hours late....let me out.....landing in Edmonton once again brings that feeling .. "I don't want to be here anymore" At least not without you. Or just us, elsewhere.

Eyes like satellites.

2009-06-15T12:31:00.002-06:00

I'm very sure I asked you to not read this.

Tricky. Wink emoticon here.

And the list goes on...

2009-05-28T09:39:00.003-06:00

So Mr Transmission guy tells me there is nothing wrong with my transmission, that something else is blocking the engine from getting enough power for the shifting...so the guy just pins the throttle until whatever is blocking whatever comes loose and now my car is driving normally again. Awesome?

So after work last night I get home sweet home and am looking forward to some scrabble destruction from the wrong end of a chaingun when I park....and can't turn off my car. The key won't turn backwards to disengage the engine. What the fuck? So I get all the way back out to Spruce and using some third hand mechanical advice, unplug fuses until the car just turns off. Then I unhook the battery to keep it from draining and voila, totally fucked up.

On the bright side, I got to the mechanics bright and early and my car is the first one they looked at because I beat all the appointments in. Early bird gets the car fixins.

SPRUVE, why ya gotta be so mean to me? Also, today is my day off. I was going to go see Terminator: Salvation, which I guess I can still do out here...I don't know. I want my car back by 5:30.

The internet tells me that my problem is something called an actuator rod...we'll see how right that is.

FML.

Carlamities abound!

2009-05-25T17:42:00.003-06:00

Having a house guest for a week was really nice, especially an old friend. I was worried it was going to be emotionally exhausting and kind of terrible, but she's feeling really strong and not broken. I'm glad. And now she moves to France and then Scotland forever. Amazing.

So I'm still here, and I don't know why. Making the most of my time by cleaning my room and dusting. It's a good chance to listen to records so that I can file them. I refuse to actually put them away until they have touched the needle (Exception to this rule: Bruce Willis' Return of Bruno...I just don't want to know, man) so yeah, lots of vinyl today. Three weeks of uneventfulness to go here. le sigh.

ALSO, my car is being a fucking spastic again, only this week it's the transmission that I got replaced last October. What the fuck? So at least it's under a two year warranty, but I don't get to go to work tonight, which I 'm sure sounds like a blessing, but I have to put some money back in my bank account in a serious way.
Awesomely, I drove my car to the Mr. Transmission on Stony Plain Road and had to bus it back. I have no idea which buses go where in this town, so I try to never go too far down any given street. Today I had no choice but to put faith in the sign that said "Downtown" and hope for the best. I was pretty sure it was the wrong bus when we got to 118th ave but then we moved back on up to reasonably close to my apartment and I got off so I could take a stroll through the graveyard. Normally I avoid Zombie Central like the zombie plague, but in the daytime it just looked so pretty and nice. A fine choice.

So they are looking at my car tomorrow at 7 and I hope somehow I will be able to go to work in the evening, but we will see. Let me out.

2009-05-21T00:59:00.001-06:00

King Khan and the Shrines just blew my fucking mind. I danced, I sweated, and I can't feel my feet.

Holy fucking shit.

A collapse; to last until Fall.

2009-05-13T14:01:00.003-06:00

Monday night, at the bottom of a depression well, I'm at work and just staring at the wall in the back, as I am wont to do. "Chad, you have visitors."

From Edmonton, the chaingun and Jono have come to rescue me. There is good in the universe, somehow. So I get out of jail free, spend a night in the city and a day reading Heart of Darkness for school, which proves to not be the worst thing in the world. My car is ready at 3:30 and I have mobility again, $444 later. Jesus.

This morning I bring my car back in to Spruce Grove to see its regular mechanics for what should be a one day job. Here I am, at my parents' house, waiting for the phone to ring while my social life collapses on itself 30 minutes away. My car will not be finished today. I will be stuck here for another night. I will have to pay another exorbidant sum for repairs. This car is sucking me dry.

It's time for a major re-evaluation. If I didn't work out here I wouldn't need a car so much. I would save on gas and most likely on maintenance. I would likely be making less money, but I can see these two things balancing out. My life needs to not be garbage. I need to focus on something. I hate Spruce Grove.

Spruve AGAIN.

2009-05-11T00:01:00.002-06:00

So on Friday, after seeing the unbelievably great Star Trek, we're driving home and I notice that, hey, braking is kind of difficult. Like, I'm fully stopped and squeezing the pedal and yet inching forward ever so slightly. Closer examination reveals my car is pissing brake fluid due to some kind of rupture in the brake line. So it's sitting at a garage waiting to be fixed, but since they don't do that kind of thing of Sundays, no one will even look at it til tomorrow morning. So I've got to remember to get up early and phone them so I can have a car again by Tuesday. In the meantime, I'm staying with my parents because work is too far otherwise.

Staying here is typically a death sentence. I moved out for a reason, after all. But there are good things. This morning I woke up and got my bike out of the garage. Fill up the tires, fail at adjusting the rusted seat, and bam, away I go for an hour, revisiting the old trails I called home every summer out here. When I got back home, I decided to repeat the trail again. It felt great, though now I feel more sore than anything. It's good.
I guess I've lost like 13 lbs in the last month or so, which is great, but I'm still a tubby fuck at 190. I'm trying to get closer to 170 this summer, and running will help. But out here I've got a bike and it doesn't require different shoes.

Last night I was very close to falling apart completely. The loss of mobility and freedom, work stuff, and general life stress has been adding up to unbearable levels lately. For one, my dearest friend is coming to visit this Friday for a week before leaving the country permanently for the land of the Scots. It should be a fun filled week, or a week of joyful pain, if it's anything like we used to be. Tears and laughter. But trying to plan around a week of visiting is some high stress shit. I have a car in the shop that I need to get to another shop for all the other maintenance it needs this week, I have a room that has been gutted and purged and halfway organized by the saintly patient ms chaingun, and I'm working every fucking night until Visitor A gets here. Sigh.

As far as the lovey dovey bullshit of late, that I can't give up on. I hid it for way too long to let go of it now. The summer will be interesting and probably end devastatingly, but all I can do now is look at the brick wall we are hurtling towards and count seconds.

Almost Independance Day?

2009-04-27T14:53:00.003-06:00

Back to the old routine. Laying on the floor of my room, listening to records, consuming strictly water.
As always, when I gamble on anything with my heart, it gets taken away from me and broken.
Now I try to get back to normal.

I wish I was so high I had just enough motor control to flip a record and drop the needle. I can be happy on the floor.

Douchebags have it so easy. I don't get it.

Speed Jive

2009-04-25T22:24:00.002-06:00

Things I'm good at:

-not talking about things
-falling for impossible girls
-getting drunk enough to be bold enough to kiss them and ruining everything because I'm a fucking moron.

I don't know. We'll see.

25 now.

Happy belated, me.

N weee

2009-02-23T23:57:00.003-07:00

I love having days off. Who doesn't like not having to work? You can get all that shit done that you wanted to do, or in my case, lay around the house. All fucking day! Though I did get my ass in gear long enough to clean my bathroom. I'm still in my pajamas though, and I just don't give a fuck.

I have to be up before 6 to be prepared for radio time. I've been doing this show for almost three years, and I still think it's a huge pain in the ass to be up that early. The only time I enjoy it is the two hours we are on the air. Even then, I don't do nearly enough prep beforehand and I feel it every week when we hit a dead talking point or I find myself repeating shit just for something to say. I could be so much better, but as always I lack the motivation to excel at anything.

One of my dearest friends is off for a week's stay at the Mayo clinic tomorrow. I'm glad I'm not sick all the time like she is, and that when I am sick I at least know why. I don't understand how she laughs through everything all the time, but that's probably why I love her.

2009-02-19T01:16:00.002-07:00

Um.. tomorrow I get shit done.

Last night I was awake until 6am. I think it may be possible to bore yourself into wakefulness. That is the only explanation...that or the failure pile I had before bed, with the medium cola.

Tomorrow I try. Tonight, I sleep.

Terreur

2009-02-18T01:09:00.004-07:00

Today was a repeat of yesterday. It's awesome. I've put off grocery shopping to the point where I have only pasta and sauce left. Tomorrow I will get shit done, I tell myself. I don't understand this lack of ambition.

I'm wary of whose eyes are seeing this right now. Daisy did a dumb thing and exposed this blog to eyes I wouldn't normally have wanted on it. I never advertised this to anyone I knew. I started this with the understanding that strangers would read it, and that was comforting. Anything but the social circle I was stuck in at the time. Readers became friends, and that was okay. Friends did not become readers. I spent a few days reading everything I wrote here in chronological order. I gave up somewhere in 2006 but stopped myself from deleting a lot of stuff. A lot, but not all. I don't feel bad about that either. I'm not done, and soon I'll get through the rest of it with a scalpel and be satisfied.
While cleaning out my bookshelf I found my old journal that was purchased for me by my dad while I was in 5th grade to improve my handwriting. Everyday he would check it to make sure I wrote in it so it's full of bullshit entries that I kept up until he got bored and forgot to check anymore. When teenagerdom hit it actually got used more often, but mostly when I was going through the bullshit emotional trauma of the time. In highschool there a large lull and then after that it was only used when I was going through what I felt was major shit. All that said, there is a good chunk of it torwards the end that is still empty.
So I found this relic of brain vomit and opened to a few random pages. The words on the page were still fresh in my mind, and I hated that. So I destroyed it. Page after page came out in my hands to be ripped in half and then quarters and then eighths if I felt like it. Some of the pages stayed in tact because I just didn't feel like ripping shit up. I left a few scattered entries in what is now a tattered hardcover with the strings hanging out and a bunch of loose pages tucked back inside.
The garbage bag went into the dumpster and that was that. Goodbye memory.

And bit by bit, I want the rest of my brain to be cleaned.

2009-02-16T22:10:00.002-07:00

I haven't left the house today. I haven't cleaned my room. I haven't done shit.

I did however, do my taxes. Fuck yeah!

I've felt like shit for the last little while. I don't know why exactly, could just be the Februaryness floating around. Beyond the fact that I'm starting school, I just keep looking at my life and realizing that I haven't changed a thing in the last two years. Well, wheels were made to spin.

I forgot why I wanted to post anything.

Everyone's flown the coop.

2009-01-24T19:37:00.003-07:00

Sitting at home on a Saturday night, waiting to hit the town.

The last few months have seen a few changes. I'm starting back to school in the most unconventional way possible. That's right, kids, I'm now a student at Canada's Open University, Athabasca U. Which is to say, I'm taking university classes at home on my own time. So now I'm an English major. Weird. I got the box in the mail with my first class this week. It's nuts. It's like, university without the people, which is highly appealing to me. Retardedly, I have six months to finish the course. I dare ask, how could I fuck this up? Let's not find out.
At least my bookshelf will be improving, though not at first. This first run is basic prose forms, a second year course. A lot of sleepers, but I may as well get a head start on reading. Right now I sitting on so many books and I kind of want to finsih my reading for pleasure before I have to start reading for school. My new bff Dana is an English Phd student and is great for new and awesome books to read, not to mention feeding my need for gore with our regular horror schedule.

I spent most of my afternoon sleeping. I'm awesome.

Tonight we are celebrating my friend Geof's birth and subsequent life at the bar I was at last night. You know what's awesome? Being a regular at a bar. Some may even call me a "bar fly", and that is just...wow, awesome again.

I spent the last few days re-reading old blogs on here. Gross. I think I'm still in 2005. It's been fun resizing old pictures though. After starting the horror blog I find I'm just loving all the updates that Blogger added that I've just never played with due to lack of blogging. It's way easier editing posts now.

Anyways, yeah, I'm happy about the school thing, namely doing it on my terms. As the Descendants put it so well, I'm not a lo-serrrr!

PS HOLY SHIT RIGHT?

Blogonauts

2009-01-22T04:33:00.006-07:00

I'm up at 4:30am eating chips and dip in my room. Nom nom nom nom nom nom.

Christy wants me to post more, and I do as I'm told.

My friend daisy chaingun and I have started a blog called Screwballing, which I want to call Screwballin'...anyways, it is a place to review the shitloads of horror and assorted oddball films that we watch. This dip is soooo good....
fuck my life.

Like the night before xmas.

2008-10-22T23:48:00.002-06:00

Tomorrow I am driving to Calgary (for the fifth time this year) for a concert dream of mine: Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks. It's been a long time coming, that's for sure. I didn't really get into Pavement until Malk's first solo album was coming out, 2 years after the band's last record. So I was trying to get into both eras of his career at once and needless to say, Pavement won me over a lot better. I loved his second record, Pig Lib, more than the first one and listened to it with much the same attitude I had for his Pavement era songs. Face the Truth was great, but not my favourite. Then in March, SM & the Jicks released Real Emotional Trash, the kind of album I'd been waiting for from him. An album so good I wouldn't care if Pavement ever got back together as long as he kept making albums like this.
I was already devoted, but this album made me want, no, need to see him live as soon as possible. These were the songs I most wanted to hear live (along with a bunch of Pig Lib) so I considered my options. Sasquatch Festival? Lollapalooza? Nah, I couldn't afford another long road trip. Then BAM! Calgary AND Edmonton shows! Heaven! I bought tickets to both immediately and now the day has finally come.
I don't know if he's the type to vary setlists often but I really don't care. I've waited 7 years or so for this opportunity dammit and I will hear songs twice and LIKE IT. LOVE IT. Anyways..I should try and get some sleep or something.

I CAN'T SLEEP

2008-10-18T02:27:00.001-06:00

And the asshats outside won't shut up.

Matrimony Tyme

2008-10-16T00:12:00.009-06:00

Catching up.
I had a busy weekend! I was house sitting for my friend Rory's parents, as I do every few months or so. It's always a treat as they have a wicked house and the easiest dog to take care of. It's a great way to do (free) laundry without driving out to my parent's place (like I have to tomorrow because I didn't have time on the weekend and I am out of underwear) and they have the best kitchen so I feel compelled to actually cook for myself beyond the realm of Kraft Dinner.

Bo and I have a shared heroclix habit.

More importantly, my good friend Bo got married on Saturday to his lovely new wife Andrea. I've been to a lot of weddings this summer (it's that time of life..ugh) and this is the only one where you can't put bets on the length of the marriage because...you can't. I think they are one of the few examples of why people should get married.
Once again I forgot my camera, so I couldn't document all of the open bar related shenanigans. The reception was at Fort Edmonton Park. When we got to the hall, there were goats just walking around outside. They were man-eaters, I knew it. I made sure to not stray too far from the exit when it got dark out [also - I regret to say I've taken to smoking Captain Black's sweets "socially"...like at special occasions only. I can't count myself a smoker, but man, it gets so tempting...at least this time I didn't buy them, my enabler Jon4 did. I'm innocent!].
I'd never been to a Ukrainian wedding before. It was a party unlike most I'd been to. Danish family functions get crazy, but this was different. There was a lot of joy in the room, and so much dancing! I wisely stayed focused on the open bar and food tables.
Our table, Bo's close friends, was in the back near the food tables, but we noticed that it was taking a while for our table to get called in the "random selection" for the food line. This was clearly on purpose by the time there were like, 6 tables left to go and we still hadn't been called. It was probably the hunger, but I started getting all "this is bullshit!" "what kind of friend does this!" which is totally inappropriate, I know. At the end though, we were gifted an extra bottle of wine for being last, which is really all it takes to win me back. Even better when we are allowed two bonus bottles instead of one. I drank a bottle and a half to myself I'm sure. It helps get through the speeches. Remember: If you are at a wedding, do not touch the wine until the speaches begin! It makes the time pass faster.

The whole party shut down at 1am (I know, right?!) so our table quickly found itself sitting at the Garneau Pub and enjoying another pitcher and some shots before last call. A happy end to a happy day.

Tuesday was Election Day here in Canada. Our third in four years. I have to vote in Spruce Grove because I'm still registered out there. My vote doesn't really count because I don't vote Conservative. Still, I sat in election day traffic for over an hour to do it, and it took my all of one minute to enter the polling station, show them my id, and drop my ballot in the box. Done. So why did we have the lowest voter turnout in Canadian history? Well, people don't give a shit.
A lot of people I know don't want to vote because their vote won't do anything to dent the Conservatives' hold on the province. Your vote still counts, and the party you support still gets an extra buck or two annually for your vote. It doesn't seem like a lot until you put all of those votes together. The Liberals lost about $1.6 million in vote dollaz because of their shite performance this year. Blah blah.

PS - I applied to go back to school. We'll see what happens this time around.

Dreams RUINED

2008-10-07T00:18:00.006-06:00

FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT.

For reasons I will never know, my stereo, more specifically the CASSETTE DECK, is completely fucked.

I don't know how to fix it. I took the thing apart and well, guess what? You can't see the cassette deck what with all the circuit boards in the way. It's a nice complicated mess of wires and things I shouldn't touch. I can't even name the parts that aren't working. Just look:

Now, nothing there looks out of place. It's like one of those newspaper games where you have to find 6 minute differences in two badly drawn pictures. Those three things in the middle of the picture, they shouldn't be up that high unless I am playing a tape. When it is stopped, and especially when it's open, they should drop down so you can, you know, put a tape in. So as of now I can't close the tape door if there is a tape in it. Is there like a broken spring or something? How do I fix this?

Fuck, just don't fix it. I need to go around to pawn shops and find another receiver that has a cassette deck.

SHIT EATER!