This is the worst case of insomnia I’ve had in a long time. And it totally isn’t supposed to follow the awesome night before it.
1 year, 7 months ago
Tried out a guitar today and it felt MASSIVE compared to the ukulele. Not so sure I want to change instruments anymore.
1 year, 7 months ago
Visiting Pita
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Pita is soon moving to the west coast of Canada, so I went to visit him in Montreal on the weekend. We lived together in residence in university and for two years in an apartment downtown, but hadn’t seen each other in years. I’m probably the only person to still think of him as Pita, the nickname given to him from the first week of residence. There were two pairs of roommates named Jeff and Peter, so everyone decided that one pair should have nicknames to make the distinction, and that ended up being us.
He’s moving out in two days, so his house is a jumble of packed boxes and miscellaneous items.
Just found out what a “hot richard” is and now I’m convinced there’s a nickname for absolutely anything even remotely sexual.
1 year, 7 months ago
Apparently, quitting TF2 really means taking an eight hour break.
1 year, 7 months ago
I’ve decided the best thing to come out of Foursquare is being able to say, “I became the mayor of your mom”.
1 year, 7 months ago
29 8/12: The Son
There’s no revelation more startling than the fact that your dad is cooler than you.
This is especially true of my own father, who isn’t just cool for an old guy, he’s cool period. As a teenager, I remember him wearing a leather bomber jacket, and learning to ride a purple Kawasaki Ninja sport bike which he eventually traded in for a silver Porsche.
When I was even younger, my friends would tell me he looked like a secret agent. One time he came to help me move out of residence, and his jeans had wider cuffs than mine (and back then I loved wearing wide-leg khakis). I can’t remember a time when he didn’t wear something by Lacoste, Polo, or Tommy, and even though he may dress far younger than his age, he can still pull it off.
Now he’s a man moving closer to his 60s, driving a Mercedes and a BMW, with what seems to have a coterie of women whose common interest is him. He watches popular movies, practices singing, and dances on a regular basis. Even my grandma once told me that people like him because he’s the fun one to be around.
This is all very different from me; a shy, introverted, awkward person whose idea of a good time generally involves being in front of a computer.
Still, with all these differences, I know I’m his son. Just a chip off the old block, with the same work ethics, the same perfectionist tendencies, the same neurotic tendencies.
We get grumpy when we’re hungry. We hate feeling sweaty and sometimes have to shower twice in a day. We make the same silly jokes when we’re around new people. We decorated our houses exclusively with modern, minimalist furniture before we knew what each other’s houses looked like. And as I grow older, I’ve also started developing the same night owl habits, carefree attitude, insomnia, and digestion problems.
I turn 30 in four months, and I’m becoming my father’s son.
The Turning 30 Series
Pretty sure the fact that the local supermarket has 95% of my weekly supplies is the reason I rarely go more than a kilometre from my house.
1 year, 7 months ago
Hmmm…$11.99 for a box of six and $11.99 for a box of eight. Same brand and product. Which one to choose.
1 year, 7 months ago
Note to self: stretch after every seven hour sniping marathon. #sooooore
1 year, 7 months ago
Team Fortress 2
On nights like this, I wonder how I’m going to kill the time before it’s late enough to fall asleep, worried that I’ll be bored on a Friday and consequently faced with the fact that I’m so very alone. I was craving some kind of human contact tonight, but spending time with people takes too much energy nowadays so I decided, instead, to play Team Fortress 2.
I purchased it on an impulse, but this was still three years after TF2 first came out. There’s a very good reason I avoided buying it for so long: it’s the sequel to Team Fortress Classic, one of the games I was most addicted to in my life, and a huge time sink1. An entire day could go by without realizing it when I was playing TFC, and I purposely didn’t buy TF2 when Aaron was getting into it too; I knew I wouldn’t stop if I had friends encouraging the habit.
- Also the same reason I haven’t tried World of Warcraft. [↑]
I can’t stop looking at it. It’s so…big. http://twitpic.com/23jrfz
1 year, 7 months ago
This is the part where I explain where I've been for the last week
I decided to work on Canada Day and take Monday off instead. It was strange to be productive when it seemed like everyone in this city was out celebrating in the strangling heat. At this time of year, I can’t help but think of eucalyptus oil first kisses blue blankets shy embraces, constantly unsure of whether the memories made me happy or sad. Canada Day will never be the same.
I was left feeling completely disconnected from the world. In my room, I wondered what Aaron was doing at his place this year. The fireworks popping outside my window were so loud it was as if they were going off in my back yard. I didn’t bother to look. It was still just another day.
Dolly can never resist sleeping on unfamiliar objects, such as John’s duffel bag.
The second plot was John passing through Ottawa for a bachelor party. It ended much earlier than expected after two days of debauchery that got too much for even him.
So we had a lot of extra time together over the long weekend though we didn’t do anything special. It was mostly games, sunshine, driving, three seasons of the IT crowd, popcorn, and duets. Also, three movies were watched: The Hangover (which I agreed not to watch until we saw each other again), The Prince of Tides (to switch gears a bit, and my third time seeing it this year), and The A-Team (which is what we decided on for a movie in the theatres, and the likes of which is generally only palpable during the summer in the company of other male friends).
I sort of…unplugged. Drifted off in the haze and lost my mind for a little while.
Ginger rose tea. Delish.
I also invited Heather and Sergey to pho with us because they had yet to meet John, and everyone got along swimmingly. I shouldn’t be surprised; Heather and Sergey are type to find something interesting about anything, and John’s the type to say interesting things.
John with his sherbert and holiday scruff, saying the kinds of things that make him popular to everyone.
Now I’m catching up on work and sleep and alone time.
Holy fuck, I need a blue cardigan.
1 year, 7 months ago