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| 01:18am 30/11/2005 |
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Another month and a half, but here I am, alive and well. There are not that many photos in this time because of how much time I have spent working, but here we go with the trying to remember...
October 23, 2005 - SHOPPING LIKE A WOMAN
Saw Laura today for the first time in quite some time. Originally I was just going to be meeting Adam downtown, but on my way out Laura came online and since I had to pass by her place on the way, I decided to invite her. In standard Adam fashion, he was late as hell. Now, Laura and I were 15 minutes late to begin with which is pretty bad, but he showed up 10 minutes after that. Had I been by myself and on time I would have been waiting almost 30 minutes which is just unacceptable. A complete lack of respect in my opinion. And then watching this guy shop. Wow. I have mainly female friends, but he is definitely the girl when it comes to shopping. Has to try everything on and look at everything on every shelf six times. Please, everyone, remind me never to shop with him again.
October 27, 2005 - BIRTHDAY AT THE BRIT
Birthday's have never been a big deal. We always do the family thing where the brothers and sister come to the house for pizza and cake. This year was no different in that respect. Every year I go out with the boys after, and this year was a little different as Adam did not show. The group of us when to Britania Pub and drank and did some karaoke. Good time had by all.
October 28, 2005 - THE NIGHT AFTER
The night after my birthday we all got together at Smokey Joe's for some drinks. Everyone was able to come to that one. More drinking happened. Man did I get drunk quite a bit in these few days. Halloween weekend and my birthday weekend at the same time. I was supposed to work, but I blew it off to have a good time, and that I most definitely did. Drink after drink I just kept them down with Andrea at my side.
October 29, 2005 - THE KATHEDRAL
Spent the Saturday night at the Kathedral where Silo had a show. More downing of drinks. Because of a problem that was going to occur with Resnik, Mike was buying me beers because he wanted to remain sober so that he could fight if need be. I on the other hand downed them like water. I also accidentally remet Jennifer Silver who I had not seen in years. She was dressed as Courtney Love and spreading all over the place which is the only reason that I even said hello and pulled out the camera. It took a few minutes before she figured out who I was, and then even longer before I figured out who she was, but we eventually did. Drunk with the dirties, another good night.
October 31, 2005 - HALLOWEEN ON CAMPUS
Spent Halloween night with Julie at the University of Toronto Missisauga campus. I treked out there after work and met them on their trick or treat route. We continued to trick or treat for a while longer before making our way to the campus. When we got back to campus people were pretty surprised at how much candy we were able to get because we did not stay on campus. We went to a costume campus and then back to the dorm. We were going to watch Nightmare Before Christmas, but there were no VCRs in sight. So instead we just talked until we fell asleep. Again, good night had by all.
November 26, 2005 - TWIST OF FATE
Not a lot happened in November except for work. But I finally decided to have a good time and make my way to my first rave in a while, Twist of Fate. It was hosted by Tori's best friend which made things that much better because I knew enough people there. I danced, saw and caught up with people that I had not seen in ages, and danced some more. I love that even though by the end of a 10 hour day at work I am dead, but 10 hours of dancing on and off I can keep up without and drug enducement. It was definitely one of the better raves that I have been to. You can see a whole slew of photos here.
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| 02:03am 18/10/2005 |
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I have not updated this here LiveJournal in a few months, as all of you reading this know. So here I am, attempting an update. I am going to miss out on a lot of dates and things because let's face it, my memory is not all that good. Basically most of what I have to go by is the photos that I have taken, and those that have been around would have noticed that there have not really been that many photos lately. I just have been dead from work and so taking photos has been one of the later things on my mind. I know for sure that I will miss a lot of stuff in the last 3 months, but here is a breif go at it...
August 19, 2005 - NOW THAT'S A SHITLOAD OF WATER
As the first entry here (actually, the last that I am typing) let's bring it back to the day of the big flood. This was definitely one hell of a day. I got out of work late. I then had to wait 2 hours for the bus to come, this was all before I knew that rain was bad at all. Then it took almost an hour on the bus instead of the usual 5 minutes. I then went to Lindsay's birthday party. I had a pretty good time hanging out with her friends as well as some of mine. On that same night I got a call from Adam to say that his brother is now a father which was good news. Later on we went to walk Elana home and I took some photos of the horrible water damage around the Glen Shields area. Here is but one of the photos that I took.
September 08, 2005 - HANGING OUT AT THE NUT
It was Sandra's friend's birthday, so I decided to join them at Sports Nut for a few drinks. I have been realizing that I really do get along with many different types of people. For those of you that know, Sports Nut is a little bit of a dive. It is actually the scum at the bottom of scum's feet, but it is still a nice place to chill once in a while. Definitely some interesting people around. Also hanging out with completely different people is fun too, and this was a fun time. That's about all I can remember...
September 17, 2005 - SURROUNDED BY PROSTITOTS
This was my first time ever at Club 108. On Friday nights this club is a rock club. On Saturday nights it is an all ages dance club. We happened to go on a Saturday so that Prissy and Michelle could get in. At first I was not having a good time at all. omewhere between being surrounded by 14 year olds and Michelle wanting to dance, but not closely at all, I was just bored. So I started drinking and drinking. When I was nicely drunk and full of Redbull I started to have a good time. I let my hair down, got myself a glowstick, and started having a rave of a time. I was dancing to the beat in my head and was just having a drunken blast, fully getting stared at by everyone around. I had a pretty good time, but that was just because I was drunk off my ass probably.
September 24, 2005 - EIGHT HOURS OF MAKING A NEW FRIEND
I met a girl named Julie at Bubonik, about 5 months prior to this meeting. This was our first time seeing each other since then, but it finally happened. We met up downtown at the Eatons Center and wandered around downtown for a while. We were mainly looking for some pink angel wings, but no success was had. We did a little shopping, a little eating, and a ton of talking. I am not that talkative a person, but we just didn't run out of things to say the whole time. And we were together for over 8 hours! Definitely had a good time, and definitely made a great friend. Who knows when we were going to get together again, but it was a good time had by all situation.
October 01, 2005 - ANDREA AND I, THAT'S ALL I RECALL
To be honest, I have no idea what the situation on this day was. We almost forsure did something because Andrea and I were in my room and photos were taken starting at around 11:30pm. We almost definitely did something earlier on, but I really just can't figure out what that was. Either way, we were together that night and that is what is important.
October 11, 2005 - IT'S DYING, CALL 911!
Well, a squirrel died. Doesn't sound like that big a deal but some people can make it so. If you don't know the story on that one yet and the insane over-reacting of a certain individual, then you are not meant to know yet, but man was that annoying as fuck! Just because the photo made him flip out just as much because over-reacting is what he does, here it is for the rest of you. The dying squirrel...
October 12, 2005 - FIRST TATTOO OF MANY
I finally got my tattoo after close to a year of having the design. I could give a nice long paragraph or a few about my feelings and how it felt, but there is really no point in doing so since it is all online at http://www.notseen.com/tat. And now moving on...
October 15, 2005 - UofT DORMS TO CLUB 108 TO UofT DORMS
So I was on my way to Julie's place this Saturday and on the way I got a call from Yoav wanting to go to Club 108 agian. I waited until Julie met me at the subway and then we decided to go. So we went back to her dorm room for a bit and listened to some music. Yoav, Prissy and Michelle came to get us a little later and we made our way to the club. I had an even better time than the last time I was there because Julie just made it that much more fun. I finally had someone to dance with that dances the same way that I do and doesn't mind her stomach or sides being touched (ehem, Michelle). We just danced and danced and had a great time. Her and I made our way back to her place after the club, watched the Family Guy movie again and passed out on each other.
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| 12:01am 18/07/2005 |
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I have not updated this here LiveJournal in a month and a half, so prepare yourself for a long sitdown of a read. I will try to piece together what I can of the last month and a half based on the photos that led the way to today. What I don't have photos of, I don't remember, so if I miss something, I guess I should have just taken photos of it. As usual, most sexual encounters will not be mentioned because if you have not heard the stories yet, you are not meant to. Enjoy...
June 03, 2005 - THE COTTAGE
I will start off this post with the cottage getaway. Yoav, Prissy and I hopped into Yoav's car and headed out to Glenn's cottage at lake Coboconk. We got there a little later than expected, but when we did, Glenn, Mike, Kelly, Derrick and Eric were already there and had started drinking. Very quickly we caught up and drank for a good portion of the night. The next morning was rather cloudy, and the clouds did not let up until about 6:00pm-ish. We built the dock and just chilled and drank all day. While building the dock, Mike got eaten to shit by mosquitos, it was quite bad. Just as the sun came out, my brother Adam and Natalie showed up. From that moment, so much weed was smoked it was great. That night we made a nice campfire and just chilled and drank and toked. The next day the sun was finally out and so we all got some sun, some booze and some burn. This paragraph doesn't really emphasize how good a time it was, but it was a blast!
June 09, 2005 - THE KAT IS BACK
I was bored on this night and I didn't have any girl in particular for the first time in a while, I went out to meet up with Jess. She happened to be with Russian Anya, guy loving Megan, and good ol' Kat. I hadn't heard from her in a while, so it was a little bit of a surprise. Not a bad surprise of course because I still love my Kat. We gave Yoav a call, and he came out too. Kat was completely flirting with Yoav which just made things that much funnier. She was trying pretty hard, but since Yoav has Prissy, he didn't give a shit about what Kat was doing. Ah, good ol' Kat.
June 10, 2005 - PARTY AT THE LIQUOR STORE
We had yet another party at Josh's place. So many drunk people, so many stoned people, and enough chicks to keep me happy. There was a lot of bouncing all over the place and just having a great time. Karly came by to pick up off of Liran, and ended up staying for a while. She was wearing the cutest little tan coloured shorts that I could barely contain myself, but I did. Shortly after, Yona and her friends came by and it got that much more fun. She is just one hot piece of ass AND she was wearing TNA pants which made it that much better. On out way out, I went downstairs to say piece to Ian and all of them, and they were all topless, well the guys at least. They apparently made a deal with the girls that if they took their shirts off then the girls would. Well that did not happen, so we bounced and ended the night on that note.
June 11, 2005 - 48 HOUR FILM CHALLENGE
We joined ourselves into a 48 Hour Film Challenge to see what we could do. The night before we all met up and came up with the ideas and all of that. Adam was our director, I was the videographer and producer, Josh was the writer, we had a sound editor and video editor, and we got Karm to play one part, and a woman that Adam picked up in Promenade to play the other. We scurried and were able to shoot the whole thing. It was very stressful for all of us, but we got all the shots we needed, even though a little off of our original schedule. The next day the video was brought to our video editor, and that is where things went to hell. We had to have the finished product downtown by 7:00pm on the dot, no late entries accepted. He was done editing the video by 1:00pm, but had a problem outputting to any medium. Because he spent hours trying, and failing miserably, we ended up not making the deadline and just got fucked in the ass and out $250. I guess we had a good point when we figured that I should do the editing as well, but this guy was supposed to be professional, sometimes shit just doesn't work out that way. So we were disqualified and that is all...
June 15, 2005 - MONTANAS KID
It was Dustin's birthday, so we took the kid out to Montanas for some ribs and whatnots. We were quite loud, because that is the way things always are when I am around. We got the kid yet again. A few years back we told them it was his birthday when it was not, and they had him put on the Viking helmet, stand on the seats, and took a polaroid of him. This time it was actually his birthday, and he was got again. This time though, the polaroid was not the only evidence. This time I had my camera with me as well, so there are many photos of him with the Viking helmet on and all embarrassed. That was a fun night because we don't get to see him that often anymore.
June 17, 2005 - OH BILLY
We went to another of our parties with Josh and Ian. This time though, we decided to book it. One of the kids was running around with a taser, more people showed up than were allowed inside, the girls we were with were not welcome because they looked young. It was just fucked. So we booked, and we got word that just after we left 5 cop cars pulled up, so it worked out very well for us. So we headed over to Daryn's place for a night of drinking. Some people that I did not know there, but some that I did, like Kelly, Karen and Steph. One of the guys tried starting with Yoav, but was told to just fuck off by the rest of us. We left to get Adam's car and stopped at Chris' for a while. When we got there, little Lambursky was outside, but ran off when she saw who just pulled up, it was quite amusing. After chilling for a little we went back to Daryn's to pick up our booze and then head out. Just after we left I get a call from Steph saying that her camera is missing and it had to be either Yoav, Prissy or myself. We did not take anything, but she was very adament that it was one of us and not any of the 5 people that were still there. Whatever.
June 25, 2005 - WHAT A DISAPPOINTMENT
Went to the London Airshow, just like last year at this same time. This year it was a complete bust though. It was actually cancelled 3 days before the show, but then it was reinstated, but majorly scaled down. There were only a few planes on static display, and quite a few of the jets didn't come that were supposed to be in the show. And the biggest piss-off of all was that there was supposed to be the Stealth on static display, but that was taken out as well. That was one of the main reasons that I went, and that was the thing that had me majorly excited all week. I guess it wasn't that bad, but it was a huge let-down from last year. Afterwards I finally saw Laura for the first time in 3 months, and we chilled for a bit until she fell asleep, and then I headed back home.
June 26, 2005 - I AIN'T NO BLOODY FAGGOT
Went to the Gay Pride Parade with Yoav, Prissy, and hot little Michelle, damn I want to fuck Michelle and her hotness. We went down there and walked around a little bit. They wanted to sit and watch the parade, but I have too much of an ADD kind of thing, so while they sat there I walked around a little. At the Gay Pride Parade I actually managed to get a girls number which I thought was just awesome. We were there for many hours, and I saw many boobs but not a since penis, this made me happy as well. It was just a gay ol' time. After we went to Boston Pizza to watch some wrestling and much some pizza. I didn't really have much to say to Michelle, but just listening to her made me like her a little more. If only I wasn't so "scruffy" I suppose, and if I lived a bit closer to Whitby. I should mention, for those who know me well, she was wearing a little blue and black plaid kilt, yeah, exactly.
June 28, 2005 - THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S STANGLE-FUCKING-MANIA
Yoav and Prissy came over to my place because we couldn't come up with anything better to do. Prissy is not a fan of wrestling, but Yoav fully is. Just to show her that it is just his type of wrestling that she does not like, we watched Stranglemania. This is the most greusome of wrestling with barbed wire, thumb tack, broken glass, landmine matches, all hosted by Shaggy and Violent J. It is honestly the funniest shit, and the commentary makes it that much better. I showed her that there is good wrestling out there, it is just not the same as WWE or any of those ones. But we all enjoyed, so yeah.
July 01, 2005 - NOW THAT'S COSMIC
Allie finally had some time to see me, so we met up. We hadn't seen each other in a while, so it was pretty cool. She is still one hot piece of ass, that's for damn sure. Ah, the things I want to do to her. But alas, not at this moment. She had to go after a little to meet up with little Lynn, so I walked her to the bus stop and we chilled for a little before she headed out. Later on, Adam, Mike, Kelly, Adina and myself decided to go to Newtonbrook Bowlerama to roll a few frames of 10 pin. Since it was late night, it was cosmic and glowing. We had a pretty good time. I have not been so competitive in a while. After bowling, Adam and I met up with Yoav and we went to a birthday bash at some bar. Quite a few dirties were there, and somehow we bumped into Stephen Gunness who we went to Glen Shields with. That was pretty cool seeing as how that was really unexpected. Monica and Dhillon were there as well, so there were a couple hot chicks to flirt with while we chugged our beers. We were basically the only ones drinking because we knew we were not going to make last call so we pre-ordered a few drinks each. Great times.
July 03, 2005 - ONE TIRED, RUSTY BLADE
Nothing much was going on, so Elana and I decided to go for a blade. The streets were empty as it was the middle of the night, so it was pretty awesome. I have not bladed like that in the longest time. We went pretty far, and pretty fast. We didn't even realize how short it really took us to make that kind of distance. It really wiped the shit out of me though because of how hard we were actually pushing. We ended up sitting next to a gas station and I was almost passing out. We left the house around 12:30am and got back by 4:30am. It was just deadly because of how out of shape I am, but it was still an incredible time. And she is hot, so it made it that much better. Adam saw her leaving my place the other day, and he was going on about how she is the hottest girl he has seen me with, thought that was pretty funny.
July 05, 2005 - I DOUG THE HARDWARE STORE
I applied for a job today at A Computer Warehouse Outlet as a technician, and got it on the spot. After I headed to Ikea with Adam to get a few things for his new place. I don't ever remember being in Ikea, but that is one fucked up store. Then we went to Home Depot to pick up some lumber. While walking around we bumped into Doug Gilmore. I had no clue who he was since I do not know faces of hockey players, but Adam recognized him right away and had a few words with him. He then told me who he was, and that ended up being a little cooler than Adam just talking to some random guy in Home Depot. We went back to his place and painted and listened to music. Since we both had early work the next day, me for my first day, we decided to head back to the hood around midnight and go to sleep.
July 08, 2005 - I DIDN'T DO IT, I WAS FRAMED
Again we found ourselves at Newtonbrook Bowlerama, this time with Yoav and Prissy. I was completely dead from working for the past 3 days. It just knocked the shit out of me. Since my energy level was close to zero, I was not that much fun. Not that much fun that is until I got some nice refreshing Coca-cola in me. Once I took a couple hits of the Coke, I was a wild one. I was dancing to the music and generally bouncing all over the place. I made it that much more fun that it was to begin with. I was even doing my "bum dance" at Yoav's request. I was all over the place, and loving it. I am pretty sure that I had everyone else having a great time too once I got my burst of energy. Many blacklight photos were taken this time around. Just glowing shirts and balls moving all over the frames.
July 14, 2005 - FUCKING OLD TIMER NIGGER
A customer decided to call me a racist this day. I will play out the scene for you right here. For starters, our procedure is that all product is either locked up in the glass cases or it is behind the counter waiting for the customer. This old black guy that would have been about 60 something asked to see a webcam. I pulled it out of the glass case for him and he looked at it for a while. He then put it down on a pile of keyboards and asked to see a DVD-burner. I said "give me a sec" and ran the webcam to the counter and came back. His response the second I got back was "why did you just do that?" I informed him that I was just following procedure and told him why I did what I did. Then he started going on how I am just giving him the "nice" answer and avoiding the issue and that he has lived through this before and knows what is going on. He tried giving me a 5 minute speech while raising his voice about how I was wrong in what I did, and I just tuned it all out. I was ready to punch this fucker in the face, I was just completely shocked at what I was being accused of. He then walked away from me and went to the brown guy that works with me. I told my boss about the incident the next day, as he was the only one that did not know about it, and he started telling me of the times he was called a racist for the stupidest of things and how it is always the older black people that accuse everyone else of being racist.
July 15, 2005 - AND THEN I MOVED A BIG BOX
Today at work was just hell. I got there about 30 minutes early. When I got there it was just me and one of the owners. Almost instantly a truck full of Blackberry's pulled up, and so I had to empty out the truck by myself and bring everything into the back of the store. As I finish this, another truck pulls up, luckily with only one skid because I have no room left for anymore. About an hour later a truck pulls up with 6 skids of DVDs and DVD cases. I honestly had no room for any of this, and so some major sorting had to be done. Unfortunately that involved a lot of heavy lifting. I was lifting boxes from the moment I got there up until just an hour before I left. It was a very long, hard day, and not in a good way. Every few minutes too I was called to the front to repair something or to cover the floor for a minute. I barely even got a break. Everytime I sat down for a break I was interrupted with something. This was the first day that I really didn't enjoy working there. Although I had some good conversations with the guys that work there which was pretty cool. They are all very eccentric people in their own way, and I just fit in very well.
But it is now pushing midnight and I have to be up for work tomorrow morning. I am pretty sure that I have covered most events in the last month and a half. If I forgot some, oh well. I still want to see Rebecca sometime soon, but for some reason I just haven't called her. I will sometime this week hopefully, if I have the energy. Working is really cutting into my summer, but I guess that it is about time that I start working fulltime. So I guess this is goodbye for now. And to those of you who complain about how much you miss me while I am in Costa Rica, I really don't want to hear it when I am down there next because even when I am in the country you don't have time to see me...
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| 02:49am 01/06/2005 |
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Luckily I wrote Lindsay a "plane letter" for her long trip to Israel, and since my happenings are awesome bedtime stories, most of this entry is already written for me which I love. Again, this will not include my daily events, but more just my weekend parties. And again, even though she shows no interest at all, I still am not mentioning my sexual encounters in this here LiveJoural.
STRAP ON YOUR LEATHER AND LET'S BOOGIE
I shall start this off by telling you about my night on Friday. I threw on my leather jacker and plain black clothes and I accompanied Jessica and a couple of her friends to a club called 5ive that is at Yonge and Wellesley. 5ive is a homosexual club that is huge in the homosexual community and has an event called the "Homo Hop" every 4 weeks or so which is an all-age homosexual event. That night was not this event though, instead it was an event called "Bitch Slap". There were 8 of us in total, but only three of us had identification to get into the club, so instead we went to a bar almost directly on the corner of Church and Wellesley that contained many lesbians. We stayed there for about an hour dancing and having a fun time. Then the three of us that had ID went to 5ive to dance a little bit in a club instead of in a bar with a dance floor. So we went in and it was a gay sausage fest, of course. We danced around for a while, and it seemed that Jessica knew everyone there. While outside for a smoke, this one guy that she has known for quite a while was talking to her. He was wearing a very tight orange shirt, in fact, I think it is safe to say by the attire in the club that orange is the official colour of homosexuality. We were introduced and he asked after a minute of chatting "gay, straight or supporting"? His attention was turned away from me before I had the chance to answer, and I was informed afterwards that he had asked Jessica about me because he thought that I was hot, and she informed him that I was straight.
FUCK DIETS, GIMME SOME LATE NIGHT CARBS
About an hour later we went back to the bar to meet back up with the others, and we danced the night away passing last call. Then we headed out of the bar, and by now we had a couple other girls with us too that decided to come for some pizza. We went just up the street to some Church and Wellesley pizza place that had some pretty good pizza. All the stoops outside the pizza place were filled with other gay people sitting around eating at 3:30 in the morning. We ate the pizza, and then our guests had to leave, so we all shared some goodbyes. While walking up the street to Yonge where we were going to catch the Yonge bus to Finch station, this gay guy was walking towards us. One of the girls I was with asked him for change for the bus and he asked for a cigarette, and they swapped what they needed. Then he was talking to me telling me how he noticed me in the club all those hours ago and was really happy to see a rocker like me going there. He of course thought I was gay, and I did not burst that bubble for him, and he invited me to come out next week.
THE VOMIT ROCKET
We took the Yonge bus to Finch, the whole way down we had to smell the puke that had flowed out of the mouth of some drunk passed out guy at the back of the bus. Then we took the Finch bus over to Bathurst. At Bathurst, somehow Jessica managed to convince a taxi driver to bring us the rest of the way home for $5.00, from Bathurst and Finch to a little south on Hidden Trail and Steeles. I am really enjoying chilling with her, not just because I want to fuck the shit out of her as some of you might believe, but because she is a really sweet girl and always gets everything that she wants. She is just a really fun person and is intriguing me more and more every time we hang out. When we got to her place, we watched a movie called Spun which I definitely recommend watching. It is a really fucked up movie about Crystal Method and is just really cracked out like Requiem or Pi. The way it was shot makes it just so interesting, and I recommend watching it. That's about all I shall say about that night...
SURPRISINGLY TIRED
I don't know why but at this very moment I am extremely tired. Because of this, I am deciding to end this entry now. I am so lucky that I had pre-typed basically this whole entry or else I would have just dropped it and passed out a little bit into it. I will finish off by mentioning that I now have an iPod Mini. This is surprising for most because I hate Apple with a passion, but in this case, they make a good product. Definitely very over priced, but hey, it's nice to spoil yourself sometimes. I will probably have to take some shit for this one, not because of the money, but because I have been a very strong advocate in arguments for the past 14 years with Mikel about how the Mac sucks ass. Now I am a Mac product owner, so I guess fuck me. I realized afterwards that it was probably stupid to just go with the 6GB model because I have quite a few albums that I can not fit on it, but I definitely do not have 20GB of music since none of it is downloaded, but instead just my CDs ripped to MP3. But my psychopathic collection is huge, and now I have it all with me, so I am happy. Today I also picked up some small speakers that fit in the side pockets of my backpack, so now I can play my music loud while on the go. Loves it...
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| 01:33pm 24/05/2005 |
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I love writing, so I don't understand in the least why I keep going weeks without typing anything out for LiveJournal. All that means is that this is going to be yet another long update, and I have to use my memory. Let's see what I can do. Oh, and my sex-life is going to be semi-private on this one because there is a certain person who does not need to know any of it because she has to try to realize that this is just how I am when I am single, but when I am with someone I am sweet, kind, loyal, and one of the best boyfriends...
THE DRINK
My brother and step-sister's birthdays are within a week of each other (the 13th and the 18th respectively), so we decided to throw a party at The Drink in the weekend between the two, which is the classy club above the Guvernment. I went down there with Yoav and was in line with the rest of my family and their friends. Both Yoav and I could not get in because of the strict dress code. We both changed and we went back and still could not get in. Luckily Cyril Brown was standing outside with the bouncers, so he just told them that I was with the largest party there, and we were in. By the time we got in, about 20 minutes after everyone else did, Mat was already drunk of his ass and telling everyone that he loved them. The hottest chicks were up in this club all over the place. You can see some of the pictures on my site, including these gorgeous white booty shorts, but for the rest you would have to come see me...
YOU SAID VIP YOU LITTLE BITCH
A lot of people have had bad experiences with Cyril Brown when it comes to shows or clubs or whatnot. If it wasn't for him I would not have been able to get into the club to begin with. Then again, if it wasn't for him, the group of us would have gone to Republic where Brett was spinning anyways, which would have been so much better. He got me in, but he still fucked us. We were supposed to get the VIP room which would have been chill, instead he informs us that we would have to buy 5 bottles to have the room. Fuck that and fuck him, basically. But I guess all that was to be expected when it comes to this particular promoter.
THE AVOIDED PROBLEM
For those that know Adam and or Lindsay, this one is for you. Obviously Adam was invited because he is around. Lindsay was also invited because I chill with her, and I was inviting everyone, even though Mat is the one who actually invited her before I had the chance to. There was an anticipated problem having them both in the same room with each other since Adam would freak out about that. The day of the party I am out with Josh and Willie doing some baseball shit, and Adam doesn't come out because he is sick. Later that night he was still feeling sick so he did not end up coming. Then I call up Lindsay and she is busy at the moment, but is going to meet us down there. I find out the next day that she had a few car issues, so she could not make it. So where I was a little worried that there would be a problem, absolutely nothing happened. The only problem by the end of the night was that I lost my passport in the club, and Mat was really sick and puking everywhere. Was great!
A LONG TIME AGO IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY...
As most of you know, I am a science fiction fan. From Star Trek to X-Files to Star Wars. So obviously I saw the new Star Wars movie, and I was definitely impressed. The acting in this one was so much better than the last two. The effects were great, and the story was just incredible. Since we went to see it Thursday afternoon instead of the midnight the night before showing that we were going to see it, we had the benefit of a half empty theater, as well as none of the dressed up people all over the place. So not only a good movie, but a good movie experience (I have had many bad ones, like the people talking during Jeepers Creepers 2 where I actually stood up and yelled at them to shut the fuck up).
NOW THAT IS A GOOD MEMORY...FOR A BLACK GUY
That night Yoav and I drove down to Guvernment, because we had nothing better to do, to get my passport. When I got out of the car at the club, instantly the big black bouncer recognized me. He was like, "I recognize you". Turns out that he is the one that found my passport the weekend before. Unfortunately it was in the club safe which he does not have access to, so I would have to get it the next day. Friday during the day I headed down by myself. I have never walked to Guvernment, so I had to make up a way to get there, but I did pretty good with no wasted time or wrong turns at all. Two seconds to get my passport, so I decided to stop in to a bunch of people that I know that work downtown that I haven't seen in a while. It was a gorgeous day out, so I did some lonesome wandering around as well. Great day.
SUBURBAN FUNK
That night I went to Eyal's 19+ rave at the Urban Coyote. Not as many people came as most raves, but I still had a pretty good time. Spent most of the night chilling with Alana at the door. When Rebecca arrived, it was a little hard to keep my mind on the conversation I was having though. Even Doris and little russian Alex showed up, gotta love underage people with fraudulent identification. The rest of you should have come to so that it would have been a bigger success. Whether everyone else did or not, I don't really care, I had a good time.
SINGLE = SLUT ... RELATIONSHIP = ME
Some of you know where my mind has been lately, so read on, the rest of you, umm, this is not me showing any emotions... While single, I know that I am just a dirty slut, sleeping with all the hot chicks I can find, and the ones that find me. Also I find myself crushing on a lot of people just because I am horny like that and WANT a relationship, but don't have it, so I can see having it with everyone. Lately I have been able to calm that and haven't really thought about anyone this way in over a month. Now, I recognize that the way that I am perceived while single has probably destroyed every chance that I have with this girl, as well as the fact that some of her friends have gotten into my single path here and there. I have been trying to show my real colours to her, but it is really hard since I am single and there are always people around. I do want to get her alone and talk. What really makes this one different is that I am not even thinking about all the nasty things I would do to her if I had her alone, my mind is more on just talking right now. Does this mean anything? Probably not, but I know that this is definitely different than the others in some way. I guess we will just have to see, even though at the moment the answer is no, but I believe that the answer is mainly because of what she has heard and how she sees me being now, while single. The most I can do at this moment is just try my hardest to show her relationship Cacc without being in a relationship. Everyone, please cross your fingers for me!
A HAT-TRICK OF PARTIES
Saturday night a bunch of us got together at Liran and Josh's place, because his parents were out of town for the long weekend. Everyone was drinking and having a great time partying it up. We decided to hit up this other party that was happening up the street a little. So we all hopped into the vehicles and headed out to the party. We get there and we are told that we can not come in because there are too many people as it is. So we are drinking outside a little bit and being very loud while figuring out what to do. We get back into the cars eventually and head over the Nigga's house because he is having people over. We all drink some more and toke quite a bit, three joints moving around at once between five people. After Liran falls face first against the concrete outside, we head back to Josh's place and drink some more while everyone starts passing out. Since Ian fell asleep with his mouth open, I started squirting hand sanitizer into his mouth until he woke up, swallowed it, wiped up what was on his lips, and then went back to sleep with his mouth closed. Good times.
HOMELESS PERSECUTED FILIPINO
Adam, Yoav and I went down to Eatons Center on Sunday during the day because we had nothing else to do really. After walking around for a little, Adam needs a smoke, so we go outside for a smoke. This homeless guy is hassling this other homeless guy which was a little amusing. Then he comes over and accused me of being a Newfy because Newfy's persecuted him. I was smiling the whole time and he says "your teeth are too good to be Newfy". So he moves on to Yoav and starts asking him, and Yoav assures him that he is not a Newfy. He goes to Adam next and Adam loses it before the guy is done even asking. He just flips out going "go fuck yourself" and shit like that. After Adam's freak out the homeless guy was just saying "I was kidding" and Adam was still freaking, it you know him you understand this, for the next half hour about how the guy was fucked and how it's because people like Yoav and I laugh him off that he continues and how people like that need to be yelled at to put them in their place or else they will not stop it. Come the fuck on... He's homeless and he stopped once we said we were not Newfy. End of story dude. End of story.
NOW THAT'S ONE COLOURFUL PORTA-POTTY
We wanted to see some fireworks Sunday night, so I made some calls and found that a bunch of people were in Worth Park, which is close by. So we head out there and they light some fireworks in the porta-potty which had it lit up like a Christmas tree. It was so pretty glowing like that. Everyone else wanted coffee, so Yoav and I stayed with Rebecca in the park for a little bit. This was one of the first conversations I had with her, so it was annoying that it kept jumping to the sex issue without me even realizing it. We decided to go for a ride, so we were going to go out to the train tracks. Rebecca was getting scared while on the phone with Adena because she doesn't know us very well. Luckily, there was a security car by the tracks, so we turned around and went back to the area. I found out more real stuff about her in that night than all the bullshit that I have heard over the past while. I liked that...
THE END
This is the end of this entry. I know that there are a lot of days and time missing all over the place, but there are reasons for that. For once, it is not because I just don't remember what happened, but read the first paragraph to find out why it is not here. Sorry that so many details are not here, but that is just the way things have to be, for now at least. I know that some of you get off on my posts, but that might have to wait until the next one this time around. So put the dicks away, slip your hands out of your bras and panties, and check out some good internet porn. And for those that know what I am talking about, TCB is going down because I am going to take them out by becoming bigger than them. Might take a week or two to go live, and then it will be quick getting everyone from TCB to come to me, so just watch out for that happening...
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TAKE IT OFF BITCH
This entry starts off last weekend, Friday night in specific. For those of you who keep up to date with my pictures, they have been online since that morning at my site. It was Mikel's birthday, so we were having a party for him. We started the night out in a hotel room at the Marriott Courtyard that his girlfriend had booked. Shortly after I arrived, the stripper arrived that his girlfriend had hired. Everyone had a good time hooting and hollering. Very shortly after she left one of the clerk bitches from the hotel came up and told us that we had to leave because there were about 45 people there and we were making too much noise. It took about 10 minutes to clear everyone out, but six of us stayed behind to clean up a little bit and to grab all the stuff we brought. Before leaving the room I noticed a police car pulling around back and thought that was interesting. When we got to the lobby, there were a few police officers as well as the emergency task force. The hotel bitch had called them to get us out of the place, but we were already leaving. One of the task force people said "aren't you guys going to put up a fight?", that was pretty funny. So we moved the party to Mikel's house and everyone still had a blast of a time.
HONESTY IS KEY
The next day, Saturday night, I had not much else to do so I decided to head out for drinks with Dworkin and some of her friends. In the twelve something years that we have been friends, I have never really chilled with her friends except on maybe a couple previous occasions, so this was a new experience for me in a way. Jodi had called me this night to see if I wanted to chill at her place, I declined, and I later realized that was the same night that her fiancee had left for his cruise...wonder why she wanted me over, but that is besides the point completely. So the large group of us headed over to Honest Lawyer and started drinking. My cousin ended up being there, so we chilled and talked for a little bit, probably the first time ever that we had spoke about anything outside of a family environment. Just as we were fixing to leave, just after last call, a little fight broke out right beside us which brought the night to a nice close. Lindsay going home instead of to Ben's was really horny, just as the rest of us were, so she started getting a little testy with me and the way I am. Seems that everyone has a tendency to do that when they get horny in my presence and can't do anything about it for whatever reason. That's just one of those things that I have noticed in the women around me.
A LIAR BELIEVING A LIAR
I got a request from a couple people, so I decided to join Hi5 which is one of those friends sites things. Using my address book it did a search for everyone in it to see who is already signed up. Turned out Jodi was, and even after talking to me earlier in the day and not mentioning it, had some words to say. ( View those words here ) This is a standard case of the blind leading the blind as I never said most of those things. Fine, I am not supposed to mention how she cheated on Joe with me, okay, whoops. I definitely did not mention the possibility of him cheating or whatever else I am accused of. Oh well. Standard Jodi situation when it comes down to it, and from what I hear the cousin lies too, which just wraps this all up in a neat little package.
THOSE ARE SOME BIG FUCKING TITS
I have seen quite a few people lately that I had not seen in a while. One was at the Promenade where I saw Melissa Romain who I see once every two years basically, but we used to chill in my BBYO days back about 7 or 8 years ago. Another is Hal Adler who I haven't seen since about that same time, and now I have seen him about 4 times in the past week and a half. Since he is friends with a friend of mine, Lindsay Bloom, I have been seeing him quite a bit. Hell, I never really chilled with her except that she is still friends with her ex-boyfriend and my good friend Yoav Segal. Since I see him basically everyday now, I have been seeing her quite a bit too. She is from the Vaughan days about 6 or 7 years ago when she chilled with Dustin and Chris. Then last summer she reappeared again at my neighbours house and chilled quite a bit. Now she is back... AND, those are some big fucking tits!
I USED TO BE WHITE
Almost every summer, by the end, I am still pretty pale. Even when I got back from Costa Rica I still had quite a bit of white on me. This past weekend I spent almost 4 hours wandering around downtown with Yoav. I really realize why I love summer. So many hot chicks down there wearing almost nothing. Women here, women there, some in tight pants, some in shorts, and some in those fuck me skirts. God bless this country. Even saw a cute black girls incredible tits when I decided to involve myself in an argument on the side of the street with people I did not know. They were talking about the topless law, and a guy they didn't know was saying how it is illegal, I interrupted and said how it was legal, and the chick was like "see" and just popped her tits out. Amen sista. Back to the colour though, So I officially have a nice tan. I was at the school today, and my face got burnt a little bit, but my arms are now even darker which is nice. I have never had colour, now I finally do. That's pretty much the end of that topic.
FUCK THE GOVERNMENT
This Saturday night we are having a huge double birthday bash for my brother and step-sister at the Guvernment. It is going to be fucking awesome. I really don't chill with them at all, and I plan on being pretty damn drunk on this outing. It is basically open until 8:00 in the morning, so it is like rave hours which is pretty cool. We are doing a pre-drink session at my step-sister's place which is just awesome too. Everyone over the age of 19 is invited, and if you are a dude, bring someone with tits with you just because that is how I like it. But everyone is welcome and it will be an incredible time. If you do decide to come, just say that you are there for Mat and Stacey's birthday party and they'll help you out. Party fucking down!
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| 03:17am 29/04/2005 |
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I have been accused by three separate parties in the last week that I love to start or fuel drama. Well, you better damn well believe it! BUT, sometimes I get credit where it is not due, where it is accidental drama that I could not have predicted...
SAVE THE DRAMA FOR YOUR MOMMA
Yoav had a group of extra free tickets to a Blue Jays game on Saturday. Since it was the first day of Passover, it was rather hard to find enough people to utilize all the tickets. Basically no one could come, but I got a definite yes from Adam. Now we just had 3 more tickets. At 4:00 in the morning I happened to be talking to an ex-girlfriend of mine for many years ago who I talk to once every other blue moon. With all the extra tickets, I decided to invite her to the game too. Driving to Yorkdale to park and the subway down, we decided to give Willie-Bop a call, and he decided that he would meet us down at the Rogers Center. Yoav, Adam and I got down to Union and met up with Pam. The first thing she says to me is that she had a thing with Yoav too, I though that was quite amusing. Once Adam realized who she was, the drama started. To make this pretty long story shorter, I became an asshole, a lier, a horrible friend, and someone who does not learn from my mistakes because I brought Pam out and did not tell Adam that she was going to be coming. I was to figure that there was still a problem with a girl that I date 7 years ago coming to a free baseball game. I could have very well invited Lindsay or Jodi if I wanted drama and for him to have a bad time. I need him to make me a list or something along those lines of everyone that he hates. He shall never be brought around my friends again, problem solved. I still have yet to hear from him, 5 days later, I don't know yet, but this might just be a two week offense in his mind. I guess my loss?
BORAY PRE HAGUFIN
So Passover is once again upon us. This Passover we were expecting some major problems at the first seder, but it did not get as bad as expected. Before my brother's Bar Mitzvah a family email was sent out from my cousin saying that we should do the seder in English as well that way we all know what is going on and will take a larger interest in it. Not many people agreed to this and this caused a lot of tension in the family for the past month. Needless to say, absolutely nothing changed at all. For the first little bit on the seder us at the "kids table" were silent which caused Bubbie to get really upset because it was "like a morgue" instead of the standard chatting up a storm. So we went back to our goofing off, and good time was had by all. Man it was a fun seder.
KOSHER FOR PASSOVER
It is usually hard to keep Passover just because most places have nothing that can be eaten if I am out of the house. Luckily, I have spent a lot of time at home, so I have not really had to worry. I have broken it in small amounts possibly because certain things that I eat or drink might not be 100% parve, but I am doing pretty good. When it comes down to it, there are some pretty good foods that are kosher. One of my favourites would be Tam Tam Crackers. They are much better than Ritz, and I eat them by the box. Even though it is eaten all year round, pizza matzo gets a new appreciation during this time of year. Man I just love it so much. Macaroons are yet another one of those foods that I cant get enough of. And then there are the soup nuts, I eat those by the box-full as well and they definitely quench my hunger. Sh'nah Tovah!
CHILLAX MOTHAFACKU
I have been chilling with Yoav quite a bit lately. I don't think a day went by this week so far that I did not chill with him for at least a coffee. I have no explanation as to why, nor how we fill the whole time with conversation, but somehow we do, and I don't mind. Now that there are problem between everyone and Melanie and Allison, we have not been chilling with them at all which has cut down the partying significantly, which is not necessarily a bad thing. Today was Mike's birthday, and tomorrow is the party which should be awesome. It is in a hotel, and a lot of his girlfriend's friends will be there, and a jacuzzi will be there, so this should definitely be entertaining. There is still the beef between Adam and myself, so it sure be interesting as well. That's about all that I have to say for tonight...
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| 03:15am 18/04/2005 |
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I really like the idea of splitting up my posts into sections, so I shall continue to do so without any real reason.
BUBONIK KRONIC FUNK
For those of you who are out of the loop and read my journal before other people's, this Saturday was Bubonik Kronic Funk, a rave put on by the good guys at Funkadelic. This rave was definitely a lot more of a success than the one they put on last summer. Instead of a mere hundred people showing up, close to 400 people were there. Everyone seemed to have an incredible time. Enough people that I knew were there, as well as quite a few more than I had just met. I was apparently memorable because I had my hair in pigtails, at least that is what I have been told. I spent more time dancing than anything else this time around, and it was a great feeling. Of course, me being out of shape, while dancing I was sweating buckets, and when I was done at the end of the rave, I have never felt such a back pain in my life. But it was definitely worth it. And at the end it was mainly for a girl anyways, so it was really worth it.
AMENDS AND MISCONCEPTIONS
One big thing that happened at Bubonik is the Michael Pelkowitz and I spoke. Whenever we have had our little conversations, if they can even be called that, in the past, it was always with everyone else around. For the first time, we had a one-on-one conversation with each other. We spoke out the problems that we had and how basically they aren't even worth thinking about anymore. So Pelky and I are now cool. One thing that has been going around for a while is that Eyal (Snacky) hates me. I just assumed this to be true since I heard it from so many different people at so many different times. After the rave we were speaking on the phone for quite a while and talked all that out. So many misconceptions were talked out, and now him and I are cool too. This all definitely added to my enjoyment of this particular rave.
DOCUMENT THE OCCASION
With only 477 good shots taken at Bubonic, I even disappointed myself. I guess no one else is really that disappointed since there were photos period, so I guess I am disappointed in the lack of photos. I was hoping to take at least 1500, but that just did not end up happening for a few reasons. One big one was me having too much fun dancing and just raving it up. I enjoyed myself and danced more than I had ever expected. Another reason was of course Allison and her little problem which required my full attention for a while. The last attention stealer was Julie, the one whose birthday it was that day. I spent close to the last 2 hours of the rave with her just dancing it up and not really realizing there was an outside world. I wouldn't say she stole my heart or any mushy stuff like that, but she definitely peaked my interest. To see the photos that were worth it, all 477 of them, check them out here, and while you are there, click a text banner here or there that are located underneath the images to help me with the cost of hosting.
BARBECUE PORK FRIED RICE
As some of you know, I have been craving chinese food for the past 2 weeks or so. Finally Adam and I headed downtown to New Ho King restaurant to grab me some. I know that I was right next to the Spadina and Queen area earlier for the rave, but I just was not in the mood for chinese at 9:00 in the morning. So we went down and I finally filled my craving. Unfortunately, I was kind of disappointed. It did not taste anything like I remember. I even had them add a little extra MSG, but it still seemed to be lacking something. I don't know, maybe I just wanted it way too bad that I killed the taste in my mind. Oh well I suppose.
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Haven't updated since I got back to the country, so this might just be my longest LiveJournal entry ever. This one has no choice but to be split up into different sections just because of how long I know it will be. I also know that it will be all over the place with really no sequence of events or thoughts, just all there all over the place. I know that I will miss out so much information, but I will try to add in what is needed. So, let us begin...
THE ROAD HOME
Because two-way tickets from Costa Rica to New York were cheaper than just a one-way to Toronto, we had a really long trip ahead of us. The original plan was to get on the plane around 2:00pm, arrive in Florida by 5:30pm, get on a plane in Florida around 8:00pm, arrive in New York by 11:00pm, get on a bus in New York around 1:30am, arrive in Toronto by noon. All planes were a little bit delayed, so these times did not stick very well. In Florida they had wireless internet, so we ended up checking how much it would be to take a flight from New York to Toronto instead of a bus, and it ended up being only $25 more, so we called WestJet and reserved some tickets making sure that it was cool if we paid when the airport opened because none of us had credit cards on us with enough money left over. For this flight, we had to spend the night in LaGuardia airport in New York. The other two fell asleep, but I wandered the airport talking to random people all night. When the window for West Jet finally opened at 6:00am, I woke them up and we went to get the tickets. They told us to come back at 8:00am to purchase the tickets. When we went back they told us that since it is a Canadian airline, they don't take cash in the states. So we called them up to complain that they basically stranded us there because we were told that we could use cash. We were put on hold for almost 20 minutes before they came back and told us that we can go get the tickets. We were unsure what they meant, but it turned out we got free tickets on the plane from New York to Toronto because they fucked us over. Incredible!
BACK IN TORONTO
When i arrived back in the city, I was not a happy camper. I really started to realize things that I hated about Toronto and the people in it that just were not sitting well. The way of life just felt really different and it really did not seem to make sense anymore. Things that I used to take for granted I now see how pointless they are. I don't know if my mind has slipped from my old capitalistic way, but possession seem to mean a lot less, and I really can't see why I was into having so much stuff. In my room I have all this stuff that I just look at very differently now. I see most of it as a waste for no real reason. It has been annoying me to the point where I am redesigning my room and most of this stuff will end up not in my way. Another big annoyance has been the lack of friendliness in this city. I say hello to a random person on a bus or on a street and I get dirty looks. This is supposed to be one of the friendliest cities in the world, but no one can respond to a simple hello nowadays. But I guess that is just the state of things where everyone thinks that someone wants something more when they just say hello. Welcome to Toronto.
PARTY DOWN
Just as I said I would do, I saw Laura within 48 hours of landing in Toronto. It was the standard chill at her apartment. Not much else to say about that. Had a huge "welcome home" party at my neighbours house. I walk in and instantly I had a bottle of Sambucca put into my hands. Many people that I did not know, but that did not really bother me in the least. It was definitely a drunken fun time. Slowly I eventually saw everyone else who was not at the party. Went to the Feasant and the Firkin with Adam, Mike and Kelly. Went to Pizza Pizza with Nicky and Allie. Karli's house to see her, Johanna, Alana and Ashley, following a small chill at the mall where everyone else is bumped into. Of course, Jodi is on the list too, but that is the last I mention about that to spare the feelings of myself, her, and the rest of you. On the most part though, it has been party after party after party. For those of you who haven't seen it yet, you can check out party pictures at www.notseen.com/party, and don't forget to click on some of the advertisements to help me pay for hosting and whatnot.
SCHOOLGIRL PLAID... AMEN!
I met with my boss and associate downtown about a week after coming back. Up until then I really didn't know why I was back and I was hating the city. My business trip downtown definitely showed me one big reason why I am glad to be back. I really can't get enough of the plaid schoolgirl uniforms. They really do it for me and they make me happy. Being north of Toronto, I don't really get to see them that often, but just a visit downtown and I was fully hyped again. Been downtown a couple times since, and each visit is as good as the first with the schoolgirls roaming around everywhere. Man I love this city.
BARUCH ATTAW ADONI
The main reason that I came back to Toronto from Costa Rica was my brother's Bar Mitzvah. It went very well. I looked all pimped out in my suit, and we are really looked good. The dancer chick that we had there was incredibly hot, and she is in quite a few of my pictures, some of which were accidental. The whole lot of us got drunk off of our asses, and shortly after the drinking started, we had to make speeches. Since I didn't prepare a speech to begin with, drinking did not help anything. My speech was well loved by all, it was short, sweet and to the point. By the time the candle-lighting came around, we were all trashed and could barely read what was written for us to read. Even well drunk, it did not turn out so bad. Mat ended up basically passing out on the couch in the front of the synagogue and then puked all over the car on the way home. The next day we had family over and that went pretty well too. Basically, any party that I am involved in ends up being a good time had by all. Mother has been saying how the photos that I took during the Bar Mitzvah were actually better looking than the pictures taken by the professional, who is also a family friend who has taught me a lot about photo and printing. That was a huge boost of confidence.
THE BIG SEXY
We met up with some girls downtown. They wanted us to come to a bar at Church and Wellesley and on the way from the parking lot to the bar some guy said to me "tickle tickle". Apparently that passes as a homosexual pickup line these days. On the way back to the car I got a "hello big boy" from yet a different guy. I was definitely in the wrong neighbourhood. Since the girls we went to meet downtown were heading home as it was 11:00ish and they needed the buses and to work in the morning, we headed out to Yoav's friend's place in Ajax. She brought us to this rap/dance club in Oshawa called The Big Sexy. I had a pretty good time and got nice and drunk and was basically dancing rave style to rap/dance music for a good chunk of the night. Definitely had a good time. For once I was one of the youngest people there other than Yoav. The rest were 28 and up.
DRUNKNESS
So right now I am drunk as shit. I started writing this around 6:00pm this evening, but then kept not writing this, and now it is 2:00am and I am drunk. Went to Sport's Nut with Mikel and Eric and polished off two pitchers, and I kept ordering more and more food. I don't know why I was just so hungry and could not stop eating. I have been craving Chinese food for over a week now and have not got any, and because of this I have been eating extreme amounts of everything that I have eaten. Earlier today I was frying some sausages and it looked like fat was spewing out of them, but then I read the package and realized that they were cheese filled. I don't know why I typed that, but I thought it was pretty awesome because I originally thought they were just disgusting or past due or something, but finding out it was normal put my mind at ease. Tomorrow is Bubonic Kronic Funk which should be pretty awesome.
I can't come up with anything else to type right now. Possibly because of my drunkness or possibly because nothing else has happened that I feel like mentioning. I shall possibly add an amendment or two, but for now, this is it.
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Since it worked out so well the last time with the headings, I shall do the same thing this time as I have a couple of things to say. The following entry is about the most authentic weekend that I have had since I have been in Costa Rica...
Guapiles
This weekend I decided to go with Mary and her son Fabian to Guapiles. I had no clue where it was or why she was going, but I went anyways. It was only about a 45 minute bus ride away, but it was up the mountain quite a ways. The whole bus ride there I was teaching Fabian more English. He would say "cómo se dice..." (how do you say) and I would respond with the English word and keep at it until he could pronounce it right. The ones that he knew, he would ask and then answer even before I had the time to translate in my brain, "cómo se dice mano, hand" for example. It's kind of funny how this kid knows more English than his mother, and he seems to be picking it up really fast for a 6 year old. I soon after found out that many family members live in Guapiles including some of her brothers, sisters, and her step-father.
The Black and White Ball
This is definitely an issue for climatization. That is the only reasoning that I could come up with. Mary's brother, Luis, is in a small soccer league, Mary being in a larger one. The first night we went to his soccer game and he asked if I wanted to play. Me not being that bad at soccer, I said yes. That was definitely a mistake. Not only because of the fact that I am out of shape, and only had my Lugz on my feet, but because of the afore mentioned climatization. After just 10 minutes or so of playing and I was ready to pass out. Plenty of coconut milk, right from the coconut, but it was just too damn hot. The air was thinner because it was in the mountain, and it was just too damn hot to even breathe. I was dripping in sweat even before I was playing, running did not help. I now have some soccer marks on me from when I hit the ground pretty hard. I thought that I tripped over myself in my shoes, but when we watched the video it was evident that I was tripped by the other team. I suppose that is better than not being able to run without falling.
Trabajo
That night I finally found out what Mary's job is. I have been wondering for a while, and whenever I asked she would just tell me that she doesn't work and is in school. This led me to believe that she was doing things for money that is done so often in Costa Rica, but it just did not match with her personality, and I knew it. Turns out that she sells clothes, makeup, cologne, shampoo, etc, from a catalogue. I found this out while we were at her aunt's house. She just pulled out zip-lock bags of baby clothes, bras and boxers. At this point though, I was unaware that she was selling them because I kept hearing "cumpleaños", which means birthday, so I assumed they were gifts. Then when we were at her sister's house, I realized that she was selling them, and then I saw the catalogue and knew the whole deal. That is definitely a sort of relief that she is bringing in the money in a more acceptable way than originally thought.
Limousine
The next morning, this morning, Luis came by the house and the four of us, Mary, Fabian, Luis, and me, walked to a local park, which was about a 20 minute walk away. We met a couple of their friends there and we were all talking, although I was of course doing more listening than talking because of my limited Spanish abilities. Luis kept mentioning that we were waiting for the limousine. I obviously didn't believe him as I did not even know we were going anywhere else, but even if I did, I would have only assumed a bus. Boy was I wrong on both accounts. A pickup truck pulls up, and as in the authentic movies, about 20 of us pile into the back. So now we are cruising along unpaved roads with rows and rows of banana trees on either side on our way to an unknown destination, well, unknown to me. This is the most authentic thing I have done so far while in Costa Rica. This is the preferred method of travel as it is cheaper than taking a taxi or bus. We pull up to this very well groomed soccer field, while everything else around is shit and run down and isn't worth the land it is on. But, the soccer field is nice. And we all pile out of the back on the truck. After sitting through a full game of soccer in the heat, I finally find out why we are there when Mary gets up and walks away and comes back in her cute little soccer uniform. So now I am sitting through yet another game of soccer in the blistering heat, except this time it is chicks, so it is not as bad. And I spent most of the game trying to hook Luis up with this chick that was there. Luis speaks a little bit of English, and the girl none at all, but I was still the match-maker, and it ended with them swapping numbers, so it was a success! So we all pile back into the truck and head back to the town that we came from.
The Freshest Coconut Milk EVER
When we get to town, we take a short taxi ride to a little house. I found out shortly after arrival that this is Luis' father's house where Luis used to live until not too long ago. We said our hello's to Luis' father and his step mother, who I later found out was a friend of Mary's from school. Their family is even more complicated than mine! Luis picks up an machete and tells me to follow him, so I do. We walk out to the coconut tree and he hands me the knife. I take a couple swings and knock down a coconut. Then he instructs me, in Spanish and sign language, how to open it up with the knife. I do, very successfully I might add, and there I am, drinking the milk right out of a coconut that was on the tree not a minute earlier.
Then the bus ride home where I lay right now. My eyes are almost closed due to lack of food (only a plate of rice the first night, nothing more), lack of sleep (basically mine and Mary's last night together), and the deadly heat. I know I need a shower, but right now I do not have the energy, so fuck that. I will take one whenever I end up waking up tomorrow. So for now, ta ta.
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| 02:17pm 26/02/2005 |
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I have a couple things to say in this here LiveJournal entry, so I have decided to break it up into little sub-groups. Enjoy...
What the fuck is the internet?!
As some of you might be aware, I am currently in the middle of a computer problem. My Dell notebook decided to die out on me. I took her apart and ran every test I could think of and came up with nothing. We brought her to a Dell/Unisys authorized service center, and they came up with the exact same conclusion that I did. Her motherboard is dead. This leads to the bigger of the problems. To order a new motherboard from Dell is over $800US. To repair it, I got these guys down to $600US. Either way, it is money that I do not have to waste. Father would pay for me, but he does not think it worth it to spend $600US on an old machine (even though it is still more than a powerhouse), but thinks it better to spend $1500US on a new machine. I am okay with that, even though it will not be as powerful, but my only problem would be trying to break my own encryption to get at my data, but that is not too big an issue for me. Then my brother suggested to get a desktop of the same power for a third of the price and then when I leave he still has a desktop to use down here. That causes me a problem, because then I still don't have a notebook here nor when I get back. I hate being chained to a desk to work more than anything. But I guess it is not my choice. I just have to work my powers of persuasion and hope for the best. And if he chooses incorrectly (from my point of view) on this decision, you guys back in Toronto might just see me sooner than expected. If everyone on this planet knows that I value my computers more than most things in this world, it is nearly impossible that he would not, especially since I have mentioned it. But I guess we will just have to see...
They've come to snuff the rooster...
Okay, growing up in the city, I have never actually heard a rooster. The only thing that I know of them is what I have seen on television and in movies. Apparently, I knew wrong. First off, the sound a rooster makes is very close to that of a dog barking. This whole "cock-a-doodle-doo" bullshit is pretty damn far off. The other misconception that I had was an even bigger one. It have always seen that roosters do their noise-making thing when the sun comes up. That is the case, but oh so much more. Non-fucking-stop. All day and all night these roosters make their sounds. And it is never just one. Just like with dogs, when one starts, they all join in. And to make it worse, it is not just the roosters, when they go, the dogs bark and the wolves howl and it is like a little chorus, all day and all night.
I AM CANADIAN!!!
In the relationship that Mary and I have, there is a little bit of a problem. It is definite that I am the Canadian in the relationship and she is the Costa Rican. That is a definite. You would think, me being the Canadian and her being the Costa Rican, that I would be the one that listens to and likes Celine Dion. Damn is that wrong. I hate that shit, along with almost all Canadians, but Mary loves it. I was at Mary's house for the past 2 days and nights and I had to listen to that crap too many times. I don't think that I have ever heard a full Celine Dion album, but I can not say that anymore. Now I have heard one too many times, as if once is not too many. I just really don't understand this shit. Apparently a lot of people in this country like Celine Dion, what the fuck is wrong with them!!!
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This entry, I have decided to bring you a video. This video was taken by me last night at Mary's house. The main little guy in the video is Mary's 6 year old son, Fabián. The little outfit he is wearing was made by hand by my lovely Mary. When it sounds like he is talking gibberish, that is really him thinking he is speaking English. He know a little bit of English, probably more than his mother because he is taking it in school, but he still finds it funny to talk like that. Just like us North American folk, he decided to dance as a way to extend his bedtime, and it worked for a few minutes. The girl at the end of the video is Mary, don't know if girl applies as she is 5 years older than me, but I still used it...go me!
Don't know if you will be able to see the video, but Nicky was able to, so chances are you will. I only say this because I can't view it on this thing that I am currently on. Naturally, that is not saying much because it is an old Toshiba notebook running a Pentium 3 500MHz and only 64MB of RAM, but the kicker is that it is Windows 98, which might be one of the big reasons that I can not view the movie. But download it and see for yourself, it is only 11MB, so it should not take that long even on a slower connection. And it is one of the cutest things you will see this year...
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| 01:48am 19/02/2005 |
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A lot to say, but I am so tired and so drunk right now that it is hard to even see what I am typing. I just want to start off by remarking about how much I love Costa Rica. Now to the issues. I believe that I have become very desensitized to chicks. Clothed, topless, naked, it's all become the same to me. Spent the last two nights in strip clubs which has just helped prove this point. Last night we went to this one called Lipstick (which used to be called Olympis which father owned). There were some pretty hot women there, but on stage it was just so redundant. Dance for a song, remove clothes for the next. Same routine, different face and body. For some reason, most of the girls when they got off stage they covered their puss with their clothes while going to the dressing room right beside the stage. Others just walked around naked for a while. Almost every single one of them held their panties in their hand for the rest of the show instead of throwing it to the ground with their other clothes. This was the more high-class place. Tonight, after the FiestaLatina which I flyered for this afternoon with Mariana and hooked up with at with Lorena, we went to this major dive called Vips (not pronounced V-I-Ps, but rather vips). This place is in the most dangerous neighbourhood, and is not safe at all. The chicks were literally $15 "social workers" instead of the $50 "social workers" at Lipstick or the $100 "social workers" at the Del Rey. They were generally not that hot, but there was the odd diamond in the rough. The girls on the pole at this one did so much more that the ones at the higher class place. At Lipstick they would give maybe one little spin on the pole, but that was it, they would just hold it as they danced around it. These girls at Vips were all over it! They would jump up and hang naked and upsidedown for like 15 seconds before twirling down and just knew how to move their bodies much better.
Everything else is just going awesome. www.grandecigars.com is now officially open for business. This is my company that I have started selling cigars. These cigars are Cuban leaves, rolled by Cubans, but rolled in Costa Rica which makes them legal for sale in the States, unlike anything rolled in Cuba. Just tonight I have already had a couple orders which just makes me happy because it is a success even before the site is seen. Got some digital prints done today of some of the panoramas I did a while back. I cut them up into many pieces in Photoshop and so they go together and can be slightly separated for a nice effect. When I get the energy tomorrow I will put them together and put them up on the wall and take some pics for you guys to enjoy. I now have pics of the new maid which is just really hot. Today she was wearing pink jean looking pants and a pink shirt and it was just really sexy. For those who haven't seen them, I took some postcard looking shots while at the beach last week that can be seen at www.notseen.com/open the last three pics there. That is about all I can think to say in my drunkenness except for what is below...
Now I need your help to make a little bit of a choice. These are the three girls that currently want to go out with me, there are many right now that keep calling for sex, and I have given in enough times because I am me, but these ones want something more serious. The first one in line is Maria. We have been dating now for a month and a week. She is 28 years old, has a six year old son, born and raised in Costa Rica, no job, goes to school, speaks enough English to get by, and has helped me greatly improve my Spanish. Next up is Mariana who I worked with earlier today. She is hotter than Maria in my opinion. She is 20 years old, has a 4 year old daughter, born and raised in Costa Rica, goes to school, speaks almost no English at all. My last one on the current list is Lorena. She is 20 years old, no kids, born in Nicaragua and moved to Costa Rica six years ago, is a manicurist/pedicurist, wants to go back to school, speaks not a single word of English but wants to learn, and she loves to dance more than anything in the world. Below are their photos in the order they have been listed above... They are all not that great photos and don't do any of them justice because they were just on the fly shots or drunken shots depending on when they were taken...
( The Girls )
Morning addition: One thing I completely forgot about was what happened at the Fiesta Latina tonight. Father keeps passing these little joking comments about mother, I find them funny, but my brother Adam is so sensitive that he flips out. He is just over sensitive about everything. He was telling one of my father's friends Carl about it earlier in the night. Carl was telling me about it and how what father says is wrong and how he agrees with Adam on this one. I did not agree, and while I was pointing out how harmless the comments were, Adam came up and was invited into the conversation. Shortly after joining, he had his finger in my face and was raising his voice, almost to a yelling tone, saying shit like "remember that that is the woman that ate soup every day so that you can eat a good meal." What Adam doesn't seem to realize is that it might be our mother, but it is his ex-wife. And the comments are virtually harmless... A "god rest her soul" here and a "if I knew what I know now back then, I would probably not have married her." Adam took that last one as him regretting having us, and that is what sparked this huge problem. I don't understand it though. My younger brother Mat just wants to break father's legs, I have no issue at all, but Adam is just an over emotional whiny bitch that really needs to get his head straightened out by some sort of psychiatrist or psychologist... But that is just my opinion I guess...
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| 12:00pm 14/02/2005 |
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For those of you who even noticed I was not online for a few days now, it's because I have been at the beach. Adam, Brett and I went to Manuel Antonio and partied it up. Smoked a little weed, drank a lot of beer, found some random asses. Just an all around 3 day party. I know along the way I had ideas to put here, but I can't remember any of them. So very much has happened, especially since my last post, that it would just take forever in front of the computer to type it all out, and since Adam and Brett are here, I don't have that kind of time. Today is Valentine's Day and I will be seeing Mary later on which has me happy right now. Last week I finally met her kid by accident when the group of us were in a bar and she was randomly just walking down the street and we saw each other. He was going on for about 15 minutes to Brett about some cartoon, but us not understanding Spanish, Mary actually had to tell me during it that that is what was going on. I should have new pics up on the site in a few days when I have time, if I have any time. Sometime this week they want to go to the volcanoes and the rainforest, so that should be a shlep, yet fun. I am just always so worn out when others are here because of all the partying. It is probably because I am so deathly over-tired right now, but I can't think of anything else at all to write. So I guess this is the end of this entry for now, but I will possibly have more if I remember more soon.
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| 11:59pm 28/01/2005 |
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Yesterday, german girl. Today, latina chick. Tomorrow, my Mary. This may not compete with my 3 girls at the same time, but individual seems to be a lot more fun. There are people (person) who is jealous of my actions with these other women for an unknown reason who has no reason to be since they (she) left me and are (is) out fucking someone else anyways. People, eh. What is really weird is that everytime a certain person decides that they don't want to be my mate anymore, I turn into Mr. Super Suave Slut. What I still haven't been able to figure out as of yet is which is my true nature, Husband Cacciatore or Slut Cacciatore. I guess it is just a matter of perspective and who is asking because either way I seem to be happy. From what I have seen, and from looking at father, shows me that both can be life-long ways of life. Of course, since I no longer have someone to be my wife, I can not be Husband Cacciatore. Do I have a problem with all these different women flocking to me just for sex and very little more, just like this past summer? Not really, no. Obviously I would rather have a life with someone, but since there is not yet someone who wants to spend that life with me, I have no choice but to "explore" my options.
Since I have not written in a while, I will update a few things here. I have been working quite a bit, delievering phones, designing websites, etc. Two weeks ago at our Fiesta Latina I met a girl named Mary who likes me a whole lot. She is 28, has a 6 year old son, knows a little bit of english, plays soccer in a cute little soccer uniform, and goes to school. I like her okay, and she has more energy than more 18 year olds I know, and I don't just mean on the soccer field. Since I have no one else, it is nice to fall asleep in someone else's arms. She might not be the one, but she is defintely a sweet girl that I love spending time with. Yesterday I was in Liberia which is on the other side of Costa Rica from where I am living. A 4.5 hour bus ride and 1850 colones (about $4.50US) and I was there for the day, and then repeat that to be home. I had to deliever a cell phone which took no time at all, so I had a lot of time to kill. I was walking around taking picutes. Because my Kodak is giving me big problems, I have been using my Canon a lot, and decided to test out drive mode which pumps out 2.2 photos a second. Some of you, like Jammer and Raven, know what the pictures are of, others can only assume and will probably assume wrong. But while walking, I saw this girl that looked white, so I found out if she spoke english, and she spoke a little english, a little spanish, but mainly german. She was staying at a hotel in the area and she kept saying that she was "gelangweilt", which I later found out meant bored. So she took me to her room and badda-bing badda-boom. Tonight, at the third Fiesta Latina, there was this chick that really wanted my father. She was trying everything to get him to take her home, and he kept resisting. Whether it was a tactic or not, but her 23 year old friend was talking to me because she wanted to learn better english and wanted to help teach me spanish. One thing led to another, and presto. She gave me her number because she wants to get together to go on walks through Sabana Park (the huge park just up the street) and teach each other each other's language. No complaints on this end.
Some of you already know that I have been toying with the idea of not coming home for a longer while. When I will, I really have no clue. The only thing that is still making me consider coming home is my friends. You all know who you are, and you know that I love you all and do want to be with you. Hell, you know I can't wait to get the camera back in your faces. But really, I don't have that much of a life in Canada right now. I refuse to go back to living in my mother's basement with no full time job, just contract work here and there. I just really can't do that. A lot of you are saying how you can't wait until you get out of your parent's house, well I am 23, I need to be out. I can not go back there. Any romantic plans have been destroyed for whatever reason as well, so there is no reason to come back for that either. Honestly, the only reason that I am even considering coming back is because of you guys who are taking your time to read this write now, and maybe a few others. My friends of 13 years don't even care enough to pop online for a few minutes to talk to me, twice in the two months that I have been here, so really it is just my girls. I speak to you gals almost every day, and you all know how I feel about each one of you. I am still trying to figure out though if that is worth the unhappiness that I will face by being back there though. Unless I am able to create a very good financial backbone (which I am working on here), I really don't see how I can come back to Canada. Again, I am just in the thought phase of all of this, nothing is concrete, just thoughts that I happen to have typed instead of sorting out before typing. But I am passing out now, so sleepy time it has to be. Ciao.
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| 10:45am 18/01/2005 |
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Well now I am put in a decision that I just can't make. Either I choose my passions (photography, computers) and all I want to do with my life OR I choose love. If I pick one, I have no choice but to lose the other. You would think combining them would work, but nope. You would think that love would understand and be okay with passions, but nope. I just don't know what to do. They are both wanted for life, but one is making me decide between the two. I just can't make that decision. My passion or my passion. My love or my love. They should be the same thing and co-exist, but nope.
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| 10:15am 12/01/2005 |
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Okay... The radio station that father turned the radio to just played Britney Spears - Toxic, and now it is playing that song from The Breakfast Club. What a mix!
Why is it that the things that we want in life are the hardest things to attain? They always have to scream and kick and just make it near impossible to get. And in waiting for it there is just more conflict, more to push it even further from your grasp. Everytime you smile because you see it in your hands, it gets even worse than it was before you held it. Why is it that the things that you want are almost impossible to hold? Have you ever just wanted something so bad that you feel like you wanted to go on a messy, bloody killing spree just because you don't have it? Now Base Is Base is on the radio? What the fuck??? Something has to give. Either I get what I want or it disappears from possibility. Either those, or I disappear... I have the uncanny ability to help others out of pain and out of problem, but I can't help myself at all. And quite frankly, no one else I know has the skill I have to help me out of this, that is if I opened up my mouth at all and told anyone what is up. I just want what I want...it really shouldn't be this difficult. I am really running out of patience and of everything, I just want it in my hands NOW! FUCK!
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| 08:13am 10/01/2005 |
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I have been writing so much lately that my hand hurts. I suppose it is stuff that could go into this here LiveJournal, but that would mean not only trying to read what I wrote, but typing it too. You all know I am way too lazy for that, so just one little tidbit will go here. The weather here has not been that great. Granted, it is not as cold as it is in Toronto right now, but it may as well be. It has been hitting 20 degrees which is freezing when used to 35. Haven't seen the sun in a couple days, and not because I haven't been outside. The cloud coverage has just been devistating the sky. Yesterday and right through the night was all rainy and misty and not really nice. Then, to top it all off, this morning I was woken up by a little earthquake. I say little because it was supposedly nothing compared to the one just before I got here that lasted almost 30 seconds, but it was the same intensity in about 2 seconds. I have never experienced an earthquake before, so the ground moving was obviously not that comforting. But according to father, it is something that I "have to get used to". The fucking ground moved man!
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| 11:19pm 01/01/2005 |
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I know this is a good thing, but you all know me and taking the opposite side of everything. I feel rather stupid feeling this way because I know that it is not the way things are, but have you ever just not been able to push aside a feeling you know is wrong? I don't want to type for more than a few minutes right now, so I will make this really quick, brief, and to the point for those of you who even bother to read what I write anymore. Basically, everyone seems to be really happy right now. This is of course a very good thing. I, on the other hand, am seeing it in the not so good light. I am for some reason having feelings about how maybe the coincidence is somehow not much of a coincidence at all. I know that it is, but part of me feels that it is not. I am speaking about me being thousands of miles away of course. Everyone is coincidentally happier when they can just talk to me online instead of the in person that I always push for. In a way that explains why I am the one that always has to set up any sort of meetings, but maybe it doesn't. I don't know what to think. I know in my mind that it is just a coincidence and that I should be happy for everyone for being happy, and I truly and honestly am happy for that, but part of me still for some reason wants to believe that me being away has something to do with that. Now that I have made myself look like a pathetic something-or-other, I am just going to go for a walk and clear my head or something. Maybe bring a spiral to write some if I feel like it. I have wrote a little bit, but nothing of which you guys would be interested in anyways. So before I keep going, I'm going to end... And to all a happy Cacciatoreless night...
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| 08:43am 24/12/2004 |
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I am really not bored enough to do a full entry yet even though it has been almost 3 weeks since my last one. So I figured I would just give you some breifs as to what is up...
First off, I am working now. I am running the cellphone rental company. What that entails is sometimes getting to the airport at 6:50am to make a cellphone delivery, or go to a hotel at 11:00pm to pickup a cellphone. Also I am redesigning the site which can currently be seen at www.cellulartelephonerentals.com. Of course I have put the young Cacciatore touch into the new page, so I will let you all know when it is up so that you can check out the freshness.
Another page that has been updated has been the Shadow Photo Galleries which can be seen at www.notseen.com/shadow. She is one hot cookie, but if you don't think so then you are probably a homosexual male or a fucked up female. Let me know what you think of the site and/or what you think should be changed. And you can leave comments for her here too because I will make her read them! A new Raven site it coming at some point in time when I am bored enough to design it, but that will come in time...
Even though I have been working and been very lazy have not taken any pictures in a little while, more will come, but you can check out what there is at www.notseen.com/ccr. As I take more, of course more will be posted, but enjoy what is there for now if you haven't yet. Some of you may have noticed that I have added some Google ads to my pages, that is just so that I can have some help paying for it because hosting is not exactly free these days. So if you get the chance, just click on the ads and then you can hit the back button to go back to the page you were on. Also just going to random pages helps too because I am not 100% sure yet if the clicks matter or just by the thousands of impressions. But I don't get paid a cent until it reaches at least $100US anyways. Today alone, December 24th, I have had 38 page impressions and 1 click, that is a 2.6% clickthrough rate which has earned me $0.71US which is well on it's way to the $100US mark. Since I pay about $0.25US a day for hosting (which might go up as bandwidth does), this is a huge help so far. Thanks all.
Well I am pretty much out of things that I can think of typing right now other than I love you all and miss you all quite a bit. I wish I could send some of this heat back to you up north or that you could all come down here, but I suppose reality says that is not going to happen. So, in the meantime, here is some virtual heat [fire, fire, FIRE] and I hope you guys are enjoying your winter vacation as much as I am. MWAH!
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| 02:34am 05/12/2004 |
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A few things have happened in the past few days, but I am struggling to remember any of it. Let's see what I can come up with.
Thursday night Dustin and I were sitting at the local gringo bar News Cafe. We got there around 6:00pm and we had a couple of beers. These two men who were in their mid 50s, Steve and Mack, were sitting right next to us on the ground level balcony hooting and hollering at the girls that walked by. They were really obnoxious and Steve, the shorter fatter one, was getting really drunk. They were definitely having a good time and they kept talking to us pointing out the chicks. Eventually they left and these two girls and a guy sat in the table next to us. Apparently Steve and Mack had not completely left yet and they came over to the girls and Steve started hitting on them. It was really funny. I started talking to the girls about how they shouldn't mind Steve and his drunk ways. We all started chatting and found out they were locals that were raised in New Jersey. We chatted for a good half hour before they had to go. Instead of just leaving, they invited us out to play pool with them at the Monkey Bar just up the street. We went and played some pool before parting ways just after midnight. Dustin got Karen's number, and both of us determined that we did not remember the other girl's name at all. We made it a semi-early night home and eventually I went to sleep, he did right away though because he was smashed.
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The next afternoon we called the girl that we had met on the bus coming back from Manuel Antonio. She invited us over to her place in Tibas (about 15 minutes away by taxi) for a swim. We accepted and headed over there, but since the taxi driver spoke no english he took us a little bit out of the way. We walked up the street 10 minutes and met up with Vicky who walked us the next 5 minutes back to her place. The three of us got into our swim outfits and hopped in the pool. We swam around for a little bit and then hit the sauna which did not work really well because it is a Costa Rican sauna which means that it did not work. We went back out to the side of the pool and laid down in the chairs to catch some rays. Vicky went into her place and grabbed a book of questions that we started asking each other. They were ethical type questions like "Would you rather save 40,000 earthquake victims in Peru, 200 plane crash victims at your local airport, or a fatal car crash of a close friend." We went through probably 100 question, quite a few of which were sex related. I read most of them and I found myself sitting up a lot to read them instead of laying down. This caused my back to burn pretty badly, which I am still sitting here in pain with as I type this a couple days later.
We were going to go to a club in Escazu that charged 2500 colones (about $7.00) to get in, and then all you can drink for free. Vicky wanted us to call her so that she could join us, and Karen and girl we don't know the name of wanted us to call to meet up. Vicky ended up canceling on us and giving us many excuses from "I am not a drinker", and, "I hate the club scene", to, "I don't want to pay for transportation." She just really didn't want to go, but decided to lie instead of just telling us so. Damn people from Peterborough who go to school in Ottawa. So we called Karen and other and they wanted us to meet them at Monkey Bar. In the cab on the way they called to say they couldn't get in because other girl forgot her ID, so we met at News Cafe. We had a drink and they ended up leaving before 11:00pm. We walked them to where they were parked and right next door there was a little bar with chicks dancing on boxes inside. We decided to go inside and have a couple of drinks and enjoy the view. We went and shortly after the girls were done. Dustin somehow convinced the owner Jim to bring the girls back out, he for some reason loved us. They came back out and did another little dance number, all of this is fully clothed mind you. When they were done again, Dustin had somehow made his way over to this chick who worked there and they were sitting there talking. I made myself at home at their table and we all chatted for a while. He got her number and she took it upon herself to get me the number of the girl who was dancing. Not only did I not care, but the girl did not speak a word of English, so it doubly mattered not. We eventually got home at 3:00am and after speaking on Skype to Jodi until I almost passed out, I headed to bed.
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I woke up today after 1:00pm, which is really weird here because the latest time I have woken up before has been 10:00am. I went online, and basically nothing was doing. We played a few games of chess and I baked some sliced potatoes. Then father and I played some chess, and that was the most intense anything that I have done in a while. I beat him the first time, and he just beat me the second and that is when he called it quits because he proved his point that he could win. After that, my back was killing from the burn and my head was throbbing from the over-use. Dustin tried calling the chick he met the night before but some guy answered speaking Spanish, so he just hung up. Then he tried calling Karen who gave us some excuse as to why she couldn't go out. So we decided to just hit the town and see if it hits back. We asked the taxi driver to bring us to a club with lots of ladies. He brought us to this place called Night Club Josephine's. Things are a little bit different down here because night club apparently means strip club. Since we were inside already before we found that out, we decided to sit and have a few drinks before finding a real club. Almost instantly chicks walked up to us and started hitting on us. Being foreigners, we have big dollar signs painted on our faces. I kept shooing them away while Dustin's did not understand English, so she did not go away. Eventually one that spoke English a little bit came up and started talking to me. Just as she sat down Jodi called me which I thought was really funny because she asked me who it was, and because I am me, I said "my girlfriend in Canada, so you can leave if you want now." She didn't leave and we were just talking about music and shit. I bought her a drink because she was cool and all and she knew where I drew the line because I hate whore and the whole concept of paying for sexual favours, even though you ALWAYS have to pay in one way or another.
We were ready to get out of there and asked for the bill. Somehow it was 40,000 colones between the two of us and the ladies. Our drinks were maybe 10,000 combined, so we were a little dumbfounded how it was so high. We called over the partially-English speaking manager and asked him wha the fuck was going on. He was explaining how our drinks were normal price, but the drinks for the ladies was about 4 times as much because they make commission. We started yelling at the dude right there in the club about how that makes no sense and how a lap-dance for 3 songs is only 11,000 colones so why the fuck would be pay to just talk to some broads. This made no fucking sense to us whatsoever since they came up to us and they are the ones that asked to order a drink, not us offering. Fucking everyone is a hustler down here, even the clubs. We generally don't carry much money on us because we don't want to lose much if ever robbed, but here we were getting robbed right to our faces. We told the manager that we didn't have quite that much money at all and he said that he would be back in a few moments. Two cops were standing behind us three moments later and we were a little worried, so I called father who came down to settle this shit out. He knew the owner there and they were talking and sorting shit out while Dustin and I were enjoying the drinks that they decided to give us for free. Father was telling me that the cops weren't called, they just do patrols and shit and don't really give two shits, they just want to see the asses bouncing. But the bouncers are a different story, you don't pay, you get shit-kicked. So we got our asses out of that situation, but the shame will follow for a while. Fucking hustlers.
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So I sit here now typing this out. My back is killing me from the sunburn, and my current shame runs deep. Dustin and I, since it was such an early night because of the problems, decided to watch Blair Witch 2: Book of Shadows. About an hour in, he went to bed and I watched the rest. Now I type this. Tomorrow we are going to the beaches because Dustin's plane leaves on Monday at noon, and we have to be at the airport right next to the beaches, but since it is 5 hours away it is best to go tomorrow instead of possibly missing the flight on Monday. I don't know how much of anything I will be able to do because my back is completely fried already. Dustin's company has been much fun here is Costa Rica, but it will not be missed too much probably. No offence to him, but I just can't do this whole drinking all day every day thing. I can't do the clubs and partying every night. I am just not into that shit. My main concern whenever we go out is "when am I getting back to my computer." This whole beach thing so he doesn't miss the plane makes sense, but I would rather just sit there on my computer doing nothing at all. I am kind of looking forward to much time in quiet peace and solitude without him looking over my shoulder telling me he is bored and wants to go out and do stuff. I love silence and really am in need of some. Well it's getting late and I have to be up god damn early tomorrow to once again suit someone else's schedule, so I am going to sign off here. I hope you are all having fun in the snow, and I miss you all. That is the one thing I miss most about home (other than actual highspeed instead of this 512/512 crap) is my friends...my "AIDs minions"...my girls... And on top of that there is the girl I miss the most. Anyways...goodnight world...almost time for peace and quiet, but not quite yet...
MULTIMEDIA FOR YOUR BITCH ASS TO SNACK ON
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