"Shitter's Full"

So right now it's 1pm. Normally I would be at work midway through the first half of my double shift. But not today, for at 8am my Boss called to inform me that the "shitter's full". That's right... our boat is full of shit. And so I slept in and recovered from my crazy weekend.

This weekend my friend from highschool Teg, got married to his longtime girlfriend Melissa. It was a really nice wedding actually but it made for a long day. They got married in Orillia which is (for you ontario georgraphy knowledgeless) sort of across the lake from Barrie, and pretty far from Kingston. So I worked late on Friday night, and ended up going to bed at about 3am. Then I woke up early on Saturday, got in my car and started driving. Besides a brief stop to change into my suit in Port Hope it was 3 hours and 45 minutes till I got to Orillia. The drive in the day time was nice though... windows down, tunes playing, driving along highway 12 through the country. It was an interesting drive as my cottage used to be up by Orillia so I felt I was retracing routes I hadn't been along in years. The ceremony itself was nice and was held outside and the weather couldn't be more perfect. The reception was really nice, abeit long and so when I finally left at about 10:45pm I had the same long drive back to face, but it was dark and highway 12 is one lane, so it took even longer to get back to the 400 series of highways... and well besides another brief stop in Port Hope to drop off the suit I arrived back in K-Town around 2:30am, and slept.. for a few hours before I woke up early again to work a double yesterday.

I think Ian pointed out my feelings about the wedding accurately in the speech (paraphrased below) he gave to Teg and Mellissa: At first It was really weird. I couldn't believe my friend from high school was getting married. It was so weird. But then as I watched the ceremony suddenly it wasn't really weird. It was really awesome. Two people who couldn't be better for one another.

So anyways the shitter's still full at work and I'm waiting to see if they cancel my evening shift. Even if the shitter is fixed, at least it allowed me to type this blog and to enjoy a nice relaxing sleep in... something I haven't done in a few days now.

Go Shit Go!

Another Open Question

Dear "ass munch (or munches) who stole my bike":

Hello. You don't know me but tonight you screwed me over by stealing my bike. You, or another asshole a lot like you stole the really nice bike I bought two years ago. This year I bought a crappy canadian tire bike hoping that would make you not steal it. But I was wrong. Clearly there is no end to your ass munching idiocy. I really don't understand how stealing my bike could benefit you. It isn't a very good bike, so you'll get very little money for it. The parts aren't worth very much, and there was nothing fancy attatched to my bike. This leaves me only two ideas:
1) You needed to get home really fast or...
2) You just stole it for the sake of stealing.
Since you were walking around with a pair of bolt cutters i'm going to think it's #2. Is your life really that boring and pathetic that you feel a need to prove the need for your existence by stealing my bike? Do you realize how stupid that is? How stupid you are? You're the kind of person who makes people wonder why they bother getting up in the morning.
You are shit.

Yours truly,
- Matt

"all you see is where else you could be"

I'm listening to depressing music lately. Other people's sorrow makes me feel generally better about my current state of mind. The dumb part is I"m not really depressed or sad myself, I just have this cloud of imminent guilt hanging over my head. Its funny how when you get what you want, you find out you don't necessarily want it anymore. Or that it isn't what you thought it was? What you thought you got turned out to be different? That no matter what you say, once you've made up your mind about something, there's very little that can change it. It's funny how one person can feel something so strongly and the other not. How something you once thought was gone suddenly creeps back out of nowhere. That some people just feel like home. Or how some people just smell or taste right where others taste and smell wrong. That your gut can tell you one thing while your head tells you something different. That just rambling without being specific feels great.

I guess I don't know the answers... But it is funny...

Radiohead

So... I saw Radiohead at the Hummingbird Centre on Thursday night in Toronto with Ian. The concert surpassed my expectations. Therefore I am left nearly speechless except to quote Office Space:
"Fuckin' A'"



That's right: "Fuckin' A'"