I dream in Octagons, that's 8 sides!!
Once again, big tks to my birthday posses for a Kick ass birthday on friday. My previous entry was somewhat subdued from the lack of energy as I was working on virtually no sleep or at least what I think was no sleep from Zoomers on my birthday. I am learning that taking Zoomers before you go to bed gives you the craziest Disco Bush dreams imaginable. The pulsating shapes, well really only the one, along with the colourburst highlights brought me to moments where I felt like screaming from my dreamstate. My primal instinct overrode the sensation to vocalize me state of mind. I formed a bridge to my waking consciousness that said, hey, your wasted, keep it down, and so I did, a few times. Weird. For those in attendance, I felt the necessity to share my experience that may have sounds a little strange, but I hope this elaborated on my description.
It's monday night in Calgary, and as luck would have it, I am chillin with Tapps. Work brought me to town to pick up our new sign for the exterior of Rum Jungle. One more step towards the completion of renovations. We joke that it will be some time in 2009.
In other news, I am waiting to take my Prelude into Honda on thursday to resolve my wheel alignment issue. It has a "slight pull!!" to the left according to the mechanic at Canadian Tire. An understatment of the facts as the car changes lanes by itself. Not good, but hey, it's a work in progress. I am looking forward to having my Lude in tip top shape. She's a great car, and must be enjoyed.
Saturday night at the club was a much different animal than friday. From lack of sleep, my energy levels was very low, however, Bones did his best to turn the tide. Round after round of tarantula brought me back to life, but something was a miss. Everyone was in the groove have a great time, except the School of Evil. He went looking for trouble and found it. This confuses me. I would like to think I am a happy person, who looks for the positive in all situations. Evil seeks out negativity and exploits it for his own benefit, usually to create or perpetuate animosity with the establishment. Damn punks, always looking for a fight, or something give them spark in their humdrum lives. A clash between mediocraty & conformity, neither of which sooth the savage beast but gives burst of empowerment over trivial and inconsiquential events.
It's been my experience to approach such a situation with as much resistance to show an exacting level of commitment and concern. This approach gives me pause, as it feels unnatural. It goes against my inner peace to rise up against those with limited self-control of their emotions. While we all want to be heard, recognition for performance comes in subtle signs. Expecting unfavourable critique gives way to downward cycle, that and a dozen beer combined with a sense of dissatisfaction brought on by the inability to share in cingular celebration of another. Smoke Weed. It's been 2 months since my move back to Edmonton. In that time, i've moved twice, gone to one hockey game and return to Calgary once. My next 2 months, I want to move no times, go to 2 games, and come to Calgary 2 times, that of course depends on renovations at work. Bit frustrating as the finished products with in our reach, and dragging it out sucks ass, I digress. In the interim, getting my car to 100% will be priority. Make the car drive straight, followed by the removal of the horrific eye sore on my trunk, along with a more quiet exhuast system. Windscreen, dent removal, stereo & paint job will be to follow. I chose to go with a car over a jeep for the winter, knowing the extremes that comes with living in Edmonton. A Jeep would have been a lot of fun, but damn cold, not to mention the security factor with owning a soundsystem. One day, until then, my Prelude will do just fine, she feels like a well tuned sled roaring down the road, mostly to the left. 5speed and a sunroof are the highlights of my ride, plus a comfy interior. She's white in colour with black trim, a first for me, as red's been my colour of choice for years. What am I saying, the RX7 was white, plus the S-15, way back in the day. That was a ridiculous truck that got better gas mileage at 180km/h that at 100km/h. WTF? Sadly, it succumbed to age, and a few years with a crazy teenager. It was her lack lustre appearance that eventually sealed her doom, much to my dismay. She was replaced by new & improved, a state of mind that now makes me stop & think of the alternatives. I am now driven, pardon the pun, to chose what I want, within a budget that satisfies economical needs with personal satisfaction. And now for something completely different. Galoshes. Winter boots from back in the day, with the all rubber bottoms and the nylon uppers to prevent splashing on the lower section of the pant leg. Instrumental in the day to day survival of an 8 year old romping around a sloshing snowcoated field.
On that happy thought, Happy Monday.
It's monday night in Calgary, and as luck would have it, I am chillin with Tapps. Work brought me to town to pick up our new sign for the exterior of Rum Jungle. One more step towards the completion of renovations. We joke that it will be some time in 2009.
In other news, I am waiting to take my Prelude into Honda on thursday to resolve my wheel alignment issue. It has a "slight pull!!" to the left according to the mechanic at Canadian Tire. An understatment of the facts as the car changes lanes by itself. Not good, but hey, it's a work in progress. I am looking forward to having my Lude in tip top shape. She's a great car, and must be enjoyed.
Saturday night at the club was a much different animal than friday. From lack of sleep, my energy levels was very low, however, Bones did his best to turn the tide. Round after round of tarantula brought me back to life, but something was a miss. Everyone was in the groove have a great time, except the School of Evil. He went looking for trouble and found it. This confuses me. I would like to think I am a happy person, who looks for the positive in all situations. Evil seeks out negativity and exploits it for his own benefit, usually to create or perpetuate animosity with the establishment. Damn punks, always looking for a fight, or something give them spark in their humdrum lives. A clash between mediocraty & conformity, neither of which sooth the savage beast but gives burst of empowerment over trivial and inconsiquential events.
It's been my experience to approach such a situation with as much resistance to show an exacting level of commitment and concern. This approach gives me pause, as it feels unnatural. It goes against my inner peace to rise up against those with limited self-control of their emotions. While we all want to be heard, recognition for performance comes in subtle signs. Expecting unfavourable critique gives way to downward cycle, that and a dozen beer combined with a sense of dissatisfaction brought on by the inability to share in cingular celebration of another. Smoke Weed. It's been 2 months since my move back to Edmonton. In that time, i've moved twice, gone to one hockey game and return to Calgary once. My next 2 months, I want to move no times, go to 2 games, and come to Calgary 2 times, that of course depends on renovations at work. Bit frustrating as the finished products with in our reach, and dragging it out sucks ass, I digress. In the interim, getting my car to 100% will be priority. Make the car drive straight, followed by the removal of the horrific eye sore on my trunk, along with a more quiet exhuast system. Windscreen, dent removal, stereo & paint job will be to follow. I chose to go with a car over a jeep for the winter, knowing the extremes that comes with living in Edmonton. A Jeep would have been a lot of fun, but damn cold, not to mention the security factor with owning a soundsystem. One day, until then, my Prelude will do just fine, she feels like a well tuned sled roaring down the road, mostly to the left. 5speed and a sunroof are the highlights of my ride, plus a comfy interior. She's white in colour with black trim, a first for me, as red's been my colour of choice for years. What am I saying, the RX7 was white, plus the S-15, way back in the day. That was a ridiculous truck that got better gas mileage at 180km/h that at 100km/h. WTF? Sadly, it succumbed to age, and a few years with a crazy teenager. It was her lack lustre appearance that eventually sealed her doom, much to my dismay. She was replaced by new & improved, a state of mind that now makes me stop & think of the alternatives. I am now driven, pardon the pun, to chose what I want, within a budget that satisfies economical needs with personal satisfaction. And now for something completely different. Galoshes. Winter boots from back in the day, with the all rubber bottoms and the nylon uppers to prevent splashing on the lower section of the pant leg. Instrumental in the day to day survival of an 8 year old romping around a sloshing snowcoated field.
On that happy thought, Happy Monday.
posted by Waynesday Report at 1:53 a.m.
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