Sunday, May 10, 2009

Zellers is dirty, don't go there

I'm experiencing quite a bit of boredness right now. Not to much going on. Just killing time before I have to go to...ugh...Zellers. Remind me to work on my resume sometime, blog viewers who don't actually exist. It would be a great help.

Panda Farms rocking their first offish show on sats, should be good. And after that were playing pretty often. I think we have like 10 shows so far this summer, which is pretty solid. We just need to practise more. I think were doing band photos today, which is pretty a lame idea in itself, but I am pretty stoked, not gonna lie. I think were taking them at the playgound, so it should be pretty funny. I hope atleast, or else it's gonna be weird...

Ugh I have to work in an hour, what a waste of time. Going to zellers for 4 and a half hours on a sunday is not my idea of logic. I make like minimum wage. I'm going to make like 30$ for wasting the better part of a day, on a job that I don't like at all. But it's better than nothing I suppose, not by a lot, but better nonetheless. I think I'm going to apply at the new starbucks for the summer, that would be dandy. Just dandy. And maybe a call centre. I think that would be suffice. If I get the job at starbucks, I hope to God that I can get a transfer to one close to uni so I can get free coffee all next year. YESSSSS. That was bliss, just thinking about it. BLISS I SAY.

Oh, and to make this post relevant to the title that I just randomly gave it based on my feelings at the time and not actually what I was going to wirte at all. I found like 10 mice/rats feasting on some spily coke and running all over the food yesterday in the stockroom. It was gross. I peeled out in fear of getting some sort of rat disease. Oh well, they probably just hid in the patio set boxes.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

KiIlin' time

Zellers is putting a damper on my fun. It's not even remotely enjoyable anymore. I need a new job. Pronto.

I'm listening to Today I Caught The Plague right now, and I'm very pleased. I"m in like chill mode. I just sat and looked at the inconsistency of colors in my jeans, for like a minute straight. It was sweet. Normally, a minute wouldn't be a very long time. Like if I were to say "I went log rolling, for a minute", you would more than likely call me a nancy, because only nancies log roll for a minute, it's just not enough. But, in the context of staring at ones pants, a minute may just be too long. A book can be read for well over three hours, but if a film is longer than that, it just gets "drawn out" and boring. Who makes these constraints? Who ever it is, they're dumb. Same as eating at the times I'm supposed to eat. What kind of garbage is that? God forbid if we have lunch after 11. Brunch is for douchbags. And Britain. I don't want to eat supper at 5-6. Thats a stupid idea. I eat supper at 9, just to prove a point. I don't go to bed at 10, or wake up at 8. I don't get the "reccomnded" 9.25 hours of sleep. I don't live to please people and I hate walmart.

I'm getting bitter. I'm going to stare at my pants. Peace and love, chillun'

Thursday, April 23, 2009

New shades on the b-rain

I've had this undeniable urge to draw a giraffe the past few days. It's very odd. I can't say it's ever happened before. What an odd phenom.

Speaking of drawing. Guess who's making a linoleum print of Barack Obama. If you guessed not me, you are totally wrong. I'm stoked. I'm going to put shutters on him I think, because it will be hilarious.

I'm going to order a new pair of shutters right now I think. These ones http://shuttershadesonline.com/3d.html

Monday, April 20, 2009

Time, and it's irrelevancies to my life

I just finished Rant by Chuck Palahniuk, and it was SO good. The end of it was retarded. It definitely got me thinking. Gave me a whole new perspective. I honestly, don't even believe in past events anymore. I don't believe in the government system, well, I never have...but this backs my point up even more. He's prime at writing books and stuff.

Also, 30 hour famine coming up soon! Well, by soon I mean a month, but regardless of that-- it's STILL sweet. I"m stoked, we have some legit stuff planed this time around. And by some legit stuff, I mean events that may or may not lead to serious injury. Rollerblade jousting, I think so.

I haven't blogged in...well...I can't see the amount of days since I last blogged, but you totally can. So in ____ odd amount of days. I keep telling myself that I'm going to keep doing more frequently, but honestly, I have WAY better stuff to do hahaha.

Anyways, ON WAR TO PHYSICS! HIGH HO!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

The abomasum is clearly the suerior organ

I learned in Physics the other day that our appendix, as the doctors seem to have discovered, is the remnants of a Rumen. Like, the cow stomach. That would be SO sick. We could digest raw hay at a whim. If I was hungry, I could eat grass. That would be awesome! And nourishing! That's like a super combo! I wonder what other odd organs we used to have? Does this mean we descended from cows and not monkeys? Are cows capable of sentient thought? Why did we get the crappy Rumen, and not the clearly better sounding abomasum? Who knows? These are lifes questions that arn't going to be answered because they're hard to answer, but because no one really cares enough about a cows stomach to research it. Except those weirdos in Montreal.

On an even lighter note than odd scientific discovery(Which is always ever so light), I bought Andrew Birds new CD today. Super sick. The way I found it was so weird. It was at Starbucks of all places. Like, none of the music stores had any of them. I was going to resort to online, and paying the hefty express shipping. I was actually going to do this right now, when I got home from work. So I guess you could say that it totally changed my outlook on the day, because I was not a happy camper before I got that CD. Working to Midnight at Zellers isn't my idea of the start of a long weekend. I would likely be writing some really bitter comment about how I'm not going to get to see Harry Manx at the end of the summer, or how I'm really thirsty. Or about how I hate customers. But, I'm not...as odd as it is.

I'm gonna go blast Andrew Bird and paint until I fall unconcious is my basement.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

If I had the oppertunity, I would punch Ronald McDonald in the mouth

I've come to the conclusion that I'd rather drink paint than eat at McDonalds again. It's not even that appealing. I don't know why people eat there. It must be for the shock value, because it's so retardedly disgusting. Did you know that their chicken nuggets are only 45% chicken. A McDonalds rep says this in a quote on an internet interview I read, and he was quite proud of it. I don't know about you, but my chicken nuggets are usually 100% chicken...well...tofu....but you get my point. They admitted that one of the ingredients in the veggie oil that they use is lighter fludi. LIGHTER FLUID. And they don't see a problem with it. They admitted willingly that there was Butane in it, and when asked if they knew what it was, they totally did. I was in awe. I've decided that McDonalds doesn't have a plan to make all the children diabetic and then own the insulin market, or kill off all the kids and make an army of cyborgs to repopulate the earth. No, they know exactly what they're doing. They're not in it for the money, because the ingredients they use arn't cheap. They're just really, really, incrediably, stupid.

Like, thats the only thing I could think of that made sense. They must have been the kind of kids that licked the lead paint off the walls. Because I can't even fathom a reason they would be so dumb. Maybe in order to work in head office at McDonalds, you have to be from atleast 100km from any City/Town, Fail an I.Q test, and have a 3 member family with 15 different relative titles. They must also wear those baseball caps with the drink holders, and each holder has to be filled with pure,unfiltered, mercury. That is the only way I can see this whole franchise making sense, because the idea of it 3/4 retarded.

"Lol yea we hve paint in r burgers, so wut???? LOL!"
-McDonalds CEO, Dr.Rere-henderson-johanson

Monday, March 30, 2009

This has nothing to do with space, bitterness. It's also not lashing out at society.

Today is a good day. I had Starbucks, and I started a watercolor. Nice day. I've never really done an actual water color before, just lots of fooling around. I think it's going pretty good actually, surprisingly even. Like I've been an acrylic guy since day one, but I'm starting to move on to other mediums. It's getting wack!

I'm working on finding ideas for a new band logo right now. Band plug time. www.myspace.com/pandafarmband. Go there. I can't find any ideas though, I might try my luck in art tomorrow. Hmmmm.

I keep spending all my money, it's really brutal. Like I have no budgeting power at all, thats like my weakness. I'm gonna work on it. Next week, I'm going to save half of my pay. No outlandish expenses. Crap. How am I going to live. Nooooooooooo

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Sporatic thought much

Today, I saw Monsters vs. Aliens. Today, I saw the greatest movie Disney has made in the last 5 years. I was impressed. The characters were gold.

Right now, I am neglecting my Physics lab. Right now, I am the happiest man alive, because I'm not doing physics. Right now, I do not care about magnets.

I didn't work today. It was the epitome of everything I'd want in a day. My first no school/work day in foreverrrr. I'm quite pleased.

I am feeling kind of odd right now. I think I've eaten to much pizza. I ate a lot of pizza this weekend. And cheesy bread.

Why am I writing like that? It's just annoying to read. Like, I can't fathom why I thought it was a good idea. Hmmm, maybe I was a different person back then. All those seconds ago. I'm reading rant, by Chucky P, and it's awesome. I'm only on the 4th chapter, but it's super good. He has such a good outlook on things(behind all the gore and sex). It's not so much a positive outlook on things, but he's not dolling sutff up. He's straight forward, and he knows what people are really like. No Oprah/Dr.Phil crap, I can't stand that. It's total garbage. "Inspirational", in my world, will never be used in the context of a talk show unless mocking or pokeing fun.

I'm super blasting Son House right now. It's awesome, that is good music. It sounds a little funny, but thats because he's playing 50 year old guitar with three remaining original strings on his like deck. That is music. I love blues. I love Son House. I love three string guitars that were considered "vintage" back in the 50's. Death Letter. Good song. Get it.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

where do vultures live?

Ok, so I just finished writing a paper for journalism. We had to write it on a news article that was "strange". I wrote mine on a fourteen year old boy, who pushed over and old lady and stole her cell phone, while walking his abnormally large poodle. The catch was, he was completely naked. Now, most of anyone would think that is an interesting topic. Most of you thought wrong. I honestly would rather watch something lame, like a tv that I forgot to plug in. Or like, garfield with garfield. Once you minus the cat, you never go back

Other than that, this has been a horribly unproductive day. I'm trying to book this prime band from boston, they're called "Spiritual Rez" and they are so good I almost refuse to believe that my band might actually play with them. I'm just waiting on they're price and then we got em' baby!

Also, I'd like to mention how much I'm liking this late 80's early 90's fashion comeback. Like, I wore supe violent shades of color anyways. Somedays I'm almost difficult to look at, which normally would be a totally left wing kind of garb, but I'm like conforming for some odd reason. Freaks me out really. No idea whats going on. One thing that makes me mad though, is that even though the 90's have merged with the modern styles and looks, people are STILL wearing those stupid, flat billed, shiney useless sticker that they can't remove for some odd reason, hats. I hate those hats. Don't wear them. You look like a moron

That last hat comment just like brought up some weird inner uprising. Like, I feel so bitter towards society right now for creating such a hat. What a waste. And they're like 50$. I'd feel retarded if I bought one. I think I'm just turning bitter. It's getting to much, I'm complaining a lot lately, and I usually don't. I don't think. New topic

I've started doing his thing where I don't proof read anything I write, because it's way more legit that way. Like if I spell something wrong, I could have totally meant to do that, and there could be a way deeper meaning. There clearly isn't, but the reader doesn't know that, baby! I also think it makes someone sound super lame, because if I can't type. Or make a sentence, I don't think I should toil on this blog thing for eons trying to make sure my diction is top notch, and my spelling is perfect. Because that ain't me baby, that ain't me

I'm going to go watch Samurai Jack now. I may or may not blog tomorrow

(P.S- the name of this blog is irrelevant. I just hit my CTRL+V and thats what was in there. Don't ask questions. I don't have answers)

Monday, March 23, 2009

Avast ye swarbs. There be ninjas here.

I just watched a grown man jump kick a woman in the face. It was like watching a symbolic version of everything I find amusing...except there were no googly eyes. With that in mind, I've decided to go to prom as a pirate, if I go at all. I don't really see the point in going, especially if I'm going as a pirate. Like, prom is no place for a grimy, swashbuckling, vagrant! I should be pilfering, and stealing the women and children to be slaves on my ship...which I appear to have forgotten the whereabouts too.

I am but a shipless pirate. Wait...what am I talking about. I'm getting into character way to early in the game. But, regardless of that. My colds gone, I'm stoked, and I need to watch Samurai Jack right now. On the fourth season babyyy! Four seasons is a lot for a tv show that isn't Friends or Stargate, both of which I detest, because they were on for just-tooooo-long. I used so many "o"s in that last "tooooo" because I wasn't exactly sure how many I was supposed to use to be grammatically correct. Anyways, I'm listening to Kings of Leon. They're good. So's samurai jack. Going to go watch it. Way better than doing this. Later

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

My ears arn't working at the moment

I've been home sick from school all week. I neverrrr miss school. I'm unimpressed. Today I got the energy to get up, so I figured I'd hit up the bloggy blog.

I caught a cold in Europe, and with all the no sleep on the flight home it mutated into this unworldly lung/ear infection. It's not nice, and I can't hear or see well. I don't like it one bit, not oneee bit I tell you. Although I've been sleeping a lot which is nice, I went to bed as soon as I got home and slept for 21 consecutive hours. Woke up, got some food, and went back to bed for another 23, except these 23 we're broken up by slight movements/coughing fits/dehydrated water journs/etc..

I'm trying to stay up for a little bit today. I'm gonna go video game in a mintue, I need some brain stimulation. That'd be good good. Because right now, I feel like toothpaste tube leftovers, prior to the invention of the EZ squeeze, of course. We'll, I'm feeling nauseaus, so I'm going back to bed. Wooo I've been up for 3 hours. NEW RECORD

Friday, February 20, 2009

I was painting the other night, and the weirdest thing happened. I just wrote "Drink glue, dog liker" on the back of it, I can't remember why, or when I did it. I don't remember doing it at all actually. But it's in my handwriting. This is a strange conundrum indeed.

On a lighter note, I just ate macaroni and it was delicious. Made it myself, oh what you can do with some basil and a little bit of balsamic. Panda Farm's heading into the studio tomorrow. Thank God. Stoked. Can't wait.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

I'm getting S-L-A-C-K

I haven't posted in like two weeks. My blog must be very unhealthy, it's just been sitting in limbo for like weeks. No food or nothing. I'm gonna save this bad boy.

So, I don't even know what to talk about. It's another snow day, Thank God. It's glorious, I would love nothing more for it to snow so hard every day that the school just didn't exist and they let me graduate now. Because this is retarded, I've done it for 13 years. I don't think the last few months should count. I just sneezed right hard.

Driving home last night was an experience, we literally couldn't see anything at all. If we turned on the high beams it looked like we were going into "Hyper space"(as Joel says) with all the snow in front of us. I felt like I was driving in a tunnel, but we were on the highway! It was crazy, going to Quispam last night was a BAD idea hahaha. I don't know what I'm going to do today.
I think I have to go to the Dentist, which I'm really not impressed about. I think we should be able to sign a form when were like 15, and totally opt the dentist out of life, unless we like bust out face or something. Which I can't see happening in the near future.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I'm quite pleased with myself

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POST CONTAINS (1) DEVIOUS PLOT


Oh golly gosh blog, it's been a while. Since I could, Hold my head up highhh... Thats enough Staind for today. Weird.

Anyways, I've been particularly busy with all this stuff I've been doing, like: Sitting, Laying down, staring...That's about it. I'm joking obviously, but what made me busy is of absolutely no interest to anyone at all, just business stuff. So it's exam week in lame ol' highscool, not much is different than last year. Except th God given privledge of exemptions. Cya later, English! Woo! I've never been so pumped in my life, the first time I've actually been rewarded with not missing any school. Man I sound like a keener. I sleep in class a lot if thats any consolation.

I don't even know what to talk about today. I'm really bored. Like, I never work anymore, school is just irrelevant. Don't wanna talk about it. I pretty much play music all day. YES! Thats it! A TOPIC! Circle round children, circle round...

We had band practise today. It was good. End of story

Golly Gee Whiz am I ever interesting. I need to do my grad write up. I think I've devised such a clever plan. I'm going to pass in a baby photo for the yearbook( I don't know why they have that page it's weird. I normally would never participate in something that lame, but my plan is too beautiful to go undone) but the photo I'm going to pass in, is not going to be a photo of myself. I'm gonna pass in a baby picture, that is clearly not myself, so I can always look back and say "Thats totally not me lol". It was the best plan I've ever thought of in my entire life. I may even go as far as to photoshop something dumb in the background, or on my face. Like an unsightly mole. Ohh how dastardly.

Friday, January 2, 2009

New...year? WUT?

I think I have an addiction. In the last 4 days I've watched 29 hours of Heroes. That's over 1/4 of my time. If you factor in sleeping, I don't have much time to do anything else. This isn't good, so I've devised a solution to my woes. I'm going to double the amount of Heroes I'm watching, so I can finish the seasons faster. It's a genius idea if you ask me.

Also, we're doing another band in the studio as of yesterday, and it's turning out quite well. I'll post the results when we're done a song or two. The bands pretty easy to work with too, it's blissful really. They're very responsive to a "Stop playing now" or a "You're a little off time" It's quite nice. I didn't use any punctuation there because I couldn't remember how to use it with quotations, and I made this sentence after it so I could look a little more like an idiot than I already would have hadn't I made it.




Wow, I forgot to post this. So four days later, I've finished season one and two of heroes. Man, I'm a champ. We finished a new song for a band in the studios, check it out on the myspace bay-beeeeee www.myspace.com/swaggerstudio

Thats all I have for now, it's been pretty uneventful around here. Except for that one time, when I watched heroes for every waking second. God, that was sweet.