It's all Gone Pete Tong

I went to It's All Gone Pete Tong yesterday.. It was really good. Good enough to write about it here.

It's set in Ibiza, which is a beautiful party island, i gotta say i enjoy the international locales for movies and otherwise..

There was dance music everywhere!!

There were some austrian dudes who spoke german! (whether or not there's some german that I actually understand somehow incorporated into the movie usually makes it or breaks it for me.. and they interviewed Paul Van Dyk briefly, who is um basically awesome and he's from germany.. but he was speaking english, with a german accent..so that counts for something i think)

It's about a very famous very popular very rich very drug addicted dj who eventually ends up completely losing his hearing.. it shows him making it big, then going deaf and denying it, the wife leaving him problem, the nobody wanting to talk to him cause he was suddenly useless problem, then some (aka a huge amount) of trouble coping with it.. and then his come-back.. which I didn't actually expect, I mean I kind of assumed he wouldn't ever have a come-back.. a deaf dj? give me a break.

So, in the end (sorry to ruin it) you kind of get the feeling that this guy is actually better off having gone deaf. And I'll admit that I have a soft spot for stories where something completely horifying happens and something good arises from it.. (at least that's how they made it seem in the movie... and the movie must be the truth.. cause it was based on the truth, right?)

JA JA DAS IST GUT!!

No more Karma Chameleon!

No more Karma Chameleon!
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It's all Gone Pete Tong

Yesterday i didn't have to come to work, because I was at Multicultural Day sitting at a table for Canada World Youth watching the zombies without any fashion sense scurry through on their coffee breaks.. I had to talk about how great Canada World Youth is, and how everybody should do it, and sing! and dance! And I even met some guy who went to Charlottetown, and we had a good chat about the advanced recycling system and the McLobsters and island directions.. (turn right at Doctor McLeod's house.. and hang a left on the corner where Billy's dog died.. .. but there's no sign on the doctor's house.. oh it's cause Dr. McLeod died 36 years ago....basically if you haven't lived there for the past 154 yrs, you have no way of understanding directions. Luckily the island is only 7 km across and has 1 set of lights.._)

Anyways, Tuesday nights.. the night to win a bike at the perro negro. It's harder than it looks.

Last week, I met this dude (he assured me he wasn't a deadbeat and he was VERY sincere.. so all I really know about him is that he is a deadbeat and he's insincere) well anyways this dude was walking down Whyte ave a few weeks ago and the next thing he remembers was being in a hospital. He apparantly passed out and doesn't remember anything between.. and some guy came up to him at the pero negro and was like "oh man! you were the guy passed out on the sidewalks for a LONG time and NOBODY helped you! Nobody.. not one person.. eventually a bus driver called an ambulance.. but you were there for quite awhile." and then this insincere deabeat was like "what? a long time? nobody helped? why didn' t you help? you obviously saw the whole thing happen!".. he was pretty distraught. He says he didn't look homeless that day, and he could have died you know? and nobody would have cared enough to go and see if he was okay.. it's quite alarming really.. I like to think I would have helped him, but deep down I know I probably wouldn't have cared either..

In non-people being dead on the inside news, TEssa is coming to town! Like Santa, but less beard, and no song.. although I guess we could make one. I haven't seen her in 11 months.. and it seems like yesterday. This is all very exciting.

What's a seg weigh? ten pounds.

Okay, more people being dead on the inside news.. THE Edmonton Sun--what's up? there's a box near my house, and I always read the headlines. I've come to the conclusion that they ALWAYS have one of the following words in them:
KILL, RAPE, DEAD, DEATH, MURDER, SEX, RAPE, ASSAULT, SEXUAL ASSAULT, HOCKEY, KILLED, BURNT ALIVE, ACCIDENT, RAPED AND BURNT ALIVE AT A HOCKEY GAME
Okay, I'm exagerrrating a bit.. there was actually one day where none of these words appeared, but there were 2 girls on top of eachother. In what looked like a rugby game. It's nice to see them acknowleding local hardworking athletes.

So, I guess that's the news.. but if that's the news, I don't care about the news. If I were to spend 10 minutes of my day reading about what's happening in the world, I wouldn't want it to be that some girl living in an apartment down the street from me was robbed and beaten and had her arms cut off..(that didn't actually happen.. well, actually I don't know, cause I haven't been reading the paper) I mean knowing this won't change anything. It's terrible, for sure. But if you start acknowledging everything terrible that happens, then.. you'd be pretty busy.. and depressed.
And, if something like this happend to me, I'm not sure if I'd want everybody and their dog to be reading about the gory details of my trauma as they drink coffee and eat Lucky Charms..

well, i have a feeling tonight will be the night to win a bike. I have "blowing in the wind" in my head.. Actually, I'm not sure if that's what the song is called, but the words go something like "the answer is blowing in the wind." and well.. I always imagine "answers" flying around and knocking people out.. like the answer is really just some random debris.. I wonder if tht's what Bob Dylan thought when he was writing the song..

unofficial unfinished unedited unsensical underpriveledged Love it, remix it!

today i'm having a bad hair day. Even after I put it into a pony tail, it still sticks straight out. people spend hours and hours trying to get their hair this wacky. all i have to do is .. nothing!
A jehovah's witness came to read some passages from the bible to me while I was waiting for the bus. The passage he chose was something to do with "wouldn't it be amazing to live in peace?" and "wouldn't it be amazing to live forever?" He wasn't as cute as the mormons that accosted me last time, but I still listened to his spiel. I thought about what he said.. seemed a bit rhetorical..do you like peace? of course I like peace. but i can't go around promoting peace or telling people they should just be peaceful.. i've never lived anywhere where there's been some type of conflict. Nobody ever stole my land, killed my mom, blew up my puppy, etc. So I can't really be too self-righteous about how everybody should be peaceful.. All I know is that I don't even get along with my brother. I'm thinking until I achieve peace within my own family, I can't tell anybody about "peace".

And the second part of his spiel.. "do you want to live forever?". I thought about it, and had my bus not come, I would have told him that I didn't want to live forever. Forever is a long time. And why should I get to live forever when everybody else only got to live like .. less than forever. And doesn't life mean something because we know it'll end? (some might argue about this) If I knew I was gonna live forever, I wouldn't DO ANYTHING! Procrastination to the max, let me tell ya. I could do that tomorrow, or next week, or next year or next decade or next century.. so it would be the opposite of the profound "what would you do if you knew you were to die tomorrow?" THAT 24hrs. is meant to be very efficient.

wait a minute, I guess this would all depend on the details of this "living forever" would I be healthy? Will my body just freeze at a certain age? Will I just look 21 forever? That could be interesting. I could seriously be transient and travel around wtih multiple lives.. but it would be depressing.. cause you'd have to relocate few years, after your friends get old and realize that you're NOT getting old. Weird. weird. weird. I could devote tons of time to mastering all languages, maybe even english. I would be seriously creepy though. Definately give off some bad vibes.

Okay, there's a dude out the window who is standing in the middle of the street. He might be waiting for the bus, but you'd think he should use a bus stop for that. He kind of steps back only if a car comes.. it's a bit creepy actually. maybe somebody told him he's gonna live forever..??

oh yeah, thank you misstress barbara. i'm not sure if i like her cause I know she's a girl or if her being a girl so that makes me enjoy her mixes more.. like i can sense her gender in each track.. (??????) the only reason she's successful is cause she mixes as flawlessly as a guy, so that can't be it. germans have an expression "die bewegt mich" which means "it moves me" and not in a physical way either.. althought that too, cause I could dance to this. I think this expression applies. Und es ist auch ein Ohrwurm VIEL Spass noch!

and postsecret.blogspot.com is pretty entertaining (the word entertaining is very ambiguous), i recommend it..

Reality is for people who can't face drugs

David Letterman's top ten numbers between 1 and 10

10.............seven
9.............. eight point five
8............... three
7............... four
6. ..............eight
5. ..............one
4............... ten
3................ two
2. ...............nine
and the number one number between one and ten is.. 6 and 5 (it's a tie)

I'm not sure if it's actually funny or not, but for some reason I can't stop laughing about this.

I had a decent weekend. Nothing too crazy went on, but I'm still not especially eager to focus devoted attention to my job for the next 70% of my awake hours for the next 5 days.. I wonder if there's any type of weekend that I could have that would make me want to go to work. Maybe if my apartment flooded, I'd be happy to go to work, cause it would be dry. Or maybe if my apartment burned down, i'd be happy to go cause it wouldn't be charcoaly and stinky. or maybe I should just stop bitching, shower and go to sleep.. that's one of my pet peeves.. (thus making me a huge hypocrite).. when people work for the majority of the day and then spend the rest of the day complaing about their job. It's sad that the free time is spent complaing about how the non-free time wasn't free time.

Now that I'm onto the topic of pet peeves, I might as well share more of my ignorant opinions. I don't want to offend anybody here!! (or do I?)
- LOW FAT BUTTER! almost as ridiculous as NO FAT BUTTER. Butter IS fat! I think butter is hebrew for fat! (oh wait, no) Either eat it and love it or find something else to eat. like oysters. or pancakes. or margarine.

- U of A sweatshirts worn by U of A students.. (same goes for all other universities and college "gear")
"so, what do you DO WITH YOU LIFE?" .. go to school?????are you a full-time student or what?!! what school, huh? Dalhousie? Brock? buy expensive ugly sweatshirts much? put your fashion sense and/or creativity into the paper shredder lately???" That's what I thought. It's like they think they're better than everybody because they go to the U of A.. and they have to share this with the world, as if the world cares..
I hate to break it to you, but there is no prestige in the U of A.. ever since they let me in.. well that's all the things that have bugged me a bit over the past few hours. MORe to come, i'm sure. WHEEEEE!!!!
SLEEP tight and remember boys and girls to dream while you're awake and complain while you're sleeping.

Palm Beach, Turkish occupied Cyprus

Palm Beach, Turkish occupied Cyprus
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Politically undefined party island. Who knew?

Armand Van Helden is one of the cooler americans..

MOnday morning. I got to work 15 minutes early. It's actually very peaceful here so early. Nobody else has arrived, and I haven't had the opportunity to mess up my desk yet, so I can enjoy looking at my empty desk.. it's actually a really pretty wood, I never really noticed before cause of my messiness problem..

Well the weekend was pretty good I think. I don't really remember.. I saw an awesome movie called Up and Down (I think) and it was from the Czech Republic, and it totally reminded me of Russia. My host mom in Russia was alot like the mom in this movie. They both wear wigs cause they want to look pretty, but their wigs are actually uglier than their natural hair. I could even follow what was going on for the entire time, even though it wasn't in english, which is pretty exciting cause I often have a hard time following english movies.

I was walking past Jenn's apartment last night and I wanted to go up to visit her.. and sure enough.. King Ralph was getting back too .. and we rode the elevator together. The reason this was memorable was because he was eating a hamburger and fries.. and it smelled up the elevator.. like fries.. and I hadn't eaten supper and was really hungry. So I went to try and find a hamburger and any place that sold hamburgers was closed! There should be some sort of rule.. like hamburgers should be available for as long as the sun is up.. I had to settle for Tim Hortons, which was not quite the same thing.. Jenn and I hung out at the Tim Hortons.. the guy working there gave us a free donut cause he said I look like a "good person." He started jabbing at the till pretending to aim for the "donut" button, and purposely missing it every time. It was refreshing to see somebody in the service industry who is alert, cheerful, has a sense of humour and doesn't despise the customers.. well maybe he had just been there too long and was dilusional. Hard to say. OH yeah back to the King Ralph, I think I should leave some DJ David Suzuki books outside of his door.. probably wouldn't do much good though..reading is probably bad for the economy.. and I'd have to get them simplified into a grade 8 reading level..

I walked all the way to the Italian Grocery store which is by the way really far and in a really freaky part of town. But it was a great walk. Edmonton is so weird.. you walk for one block, and it's pretty old trees and neat old houses with kids running around.. and I feel totally safe. Then you turn the corner and it's mobs of sketchy homeless people who are dancing on the street..
Both add alot of character to the city, but it always throws me off how the city is divided into these weird little subsections... one block of hookers, then one block of churches, then a nice safeway shopping complex, then a beautiful park, then an empty field of mud that looks like it should have landminds in it, then a run-down ghost town block with about 80% of the businesses closed.. maybe all cities are like this, i've just never payed that close attention..

High Noon or The Phat Conductor

It's already Saturday, and this last week was a huge blur..
Last Friday. Jesse, my middle little brother had his high school grad. He dressed up really pretty in a spiffy tux, and I pulled out the.. thing in the pocket.. napkin? whatever, it's folded really neatly and he said you're not supposed to touch it cause it's hard to fold. It can't be that hard.

My grandparents even came down, and it was really nice to see them. They came over to my apartment and my grandma wasn't even disgusted! (as she normally is when she sees where I live) My grandpa commented that my room was quite messy, and I replied by saying "A clean room is the sign of a wasted life" He was impressed I could tell.
I'm not sure if this validates my messy room or not, but either way, at least it gave him something to think about and distracted him from the messiness.
My cousin landon drove them up which was a nice surprise. He's either really shy or just can't stand my existence. He's going to school in Edmonton in the fall. I think he's one of those people that moves to a big city to go to school and then actually focuses all their energy on school. I should try that.. put school as a top priority... above all else....nah.

Ah yes, how could I forget? I work as a banquet server for some reason, which I can talk about now withoout being bitter because I have the weekend off for once. But Tuesday, the queen and her posse and the PM and the President of Alberta all came and ate a bunch of expensive food. This is the first time that I've ever:
1. seen people drink so much wine in 3hr.45 min.
2. spilt an entire bottle of wine all over the floor.. (a lady at one of the tables turned around and yelled "are you drunk already?" It made me want to stab her with her salad fork. But I didn't. I should have.

I have to say I'm a bit disappointed. The Queen E tried to speak french, but kind of butchered it, and the Prime Minister made a lame speech about nothing. I've never heard him speak before (what kind of canadian am i??) and I just assumed that he would be moderately witty/and or have a sense of humour/have a point to what he was saying or that at least his speech writers would be.. NOPE. What's the point of speeches? Are they meant to inform? entertain? give a nice amount of time for banquet servers to spill wine ont he floor? I'm confused.

Speaking of the queen.. (or am I?) I saw HOtel Rwanda. It shook me up! (in a bad way) made me cry, made me unable to sleep and made me ashamed to be white. Does that mean it's a good movie?

I say it's time for swimming.

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Urban Style in Regina,Saskatchewan

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IF tea drinkers and coffee drinkers were to battle it out, who would win???????

Jenn and I recently purchased one ticket each to Shambhala music festival which will be held in Salmo BC in August. Recruitment starts now for an extremely crazy party, complete with hippies and ravers and just regular people looking to have a good time (or weird people looking to have a good time--like us for example)
There's a hologram on the ticket, which is kind of cool and cheesy all at the same time. Hopefully before or after I'll make it out to Vancity to terrorize the locals.

107 Ave has signs on it that say "avenue of nations" and this morning, I think I finally figured out why it's called "avenue of nations" There's tons of people from all over the place! I met a lady from Eritrea, and I didn't even know that was a country. This is very exciting, it's like being in Toronto! Except for there's no H & M. And no Lake Ontario. Gay. We should have a Lake Ontario here, that would be awesome. It could be used for drinking water, sewage disposal and swimming! Okay, I thought I could slow down the the sarcastic remarks on my environmental perspectives, but I can't help myself.
Now that I've already ruined this post, I might as well go all the way. It's time for an ENVIRONMENTAL JOKE!!

What did the baby light bulb say to the mommy lightbulb? "I love you watts and watts"
Okay, it's more of an "energy" joke, but still..

Yesterday i was waiting in line at the money exchange place downtown (Krzesinski is going away, not me..) and there was a couple with a baby in front.. taking forever by the way.... Then, i was in a car crossing the bridge a little while later, and this same couple was in the car next to us...
then 2 hours later, i was in a store on whyte and we bumped into the SAME COUPLE with their baby. It was wacky wild. wacky wacky wild.

Democracy Being Held Hostage or I'm Wide Awake, it's Evening

Today, the Carbon Busters team drove down to Calgary to visit an ecohouse/sustainable blah blah I don't remember what it's called. Composting toilet, solar collectors, almost all daylighting, solar oven, LED's, a solar dryer. They use rainwater only, and just filter it a couple times...the guy that built it/lives in it/gave the tour thinks it's a bit silly that only 10% of our water needs to be drinkable, yet 100% of it is treated to be drinkable. It was very cool. In the middle of Calgary's urban sprawl, sits this little house that looks very similar to the rest of the houses. If you're even in Calgary.. I recommend it..

My blog has become an ode to Environmentalism.. but really, anybody who lives in the environment and breaths in stuff like air for example and drinks stuff like water for example..should really consider these things.. but then again, I am an arts student, so what do I know? I only took one science class and considered jumping out of the window of 7th floor Tory, just cause the brief flight to the ground would have been less painful than a lab about rocks, dirt or weather.

Rebellion (Lies) or Cascades of Colour

yesterday i was lucky enough to see dj david suzuki live!!
he did some great remixes and even played some of his old stuff..

no really though, it was serious stuff. my favourite part was when he explained how it's ridiculous to think that the economy is more important than the environment. cause .. you can't buy nature.. and if you could it wouuld be worth like 33 trillion dollars, which is alot more than the GDP of.. Canada for example.
He made his point (for me anyways) quite well when he said if the Darlington nuclear power plant, (which is apparantly really massive and near Canada's largest city) were to release any of radioactive materials, then that would be awesome for the economy! The GDP would go through the roof. People would be sick and they would need ambulances, doctors, nurses, new hospitals, band-aids, drugs.. and also people would die, would would be great for funeral homes, flower shops, gravediggers, lawyers and .. the list goes on. So, really, if Canada wants the GDP to go UP, we just have to have plant operators be a little bit less careful, have tests done a little less frequently and have staff that's a little less qualified, maybe summer students? (They'll work for next to nothing.. again, an opportunity to save some cash)

He swore alot, too, which I wasn't expecting. It's not like he had to use harsh language to preach to the converted crowd who payed $30 to see him blab on about the extinction of humanity. Chuck D did the same thing, they must have read the same "how to talk like an activist" guide. Or maybe, Edmonton just makes people wanna swear.

Also, check out Anna’s artwork on Das picture page which is linked at like 2 o'clock.

....LEFT BEHIND.....

Saturday night 2:40am. Amy is sleeping in her comfortable bed after many days without a good nights rest. She hears sounds outside, like drunks yelling, hitting something metal, climbing. She ignores it.. probably it will stop soon, she thinks. Ten minutes later, she can no longer ignore the souds. They are nearer and nearer, it almost sounds like they are right outside her window. She lays awake panicking, wondering what to do. She wishes she had been more proactive in getting herself a phone. Alas, she wasn't, and is phoneless and terrified. She is too frightened to go and look out the window, but suddenly, the voices are no longer outside, but rather inside. She peeks out her window and sees some legs, hanging out her roomates window.. followed by another body climbing inside. All she knows now is that there are several people within the confines of her apartment, and they were not invited. The roomate is at work still, and she can only hear the intruder voices yelling to hurry.

I got dressed and went out to see what the commotion was in my state of shock and fear, and.. it was my brother and 6 of his friends. I went into the bathroom and couldn't control myself from sobbing. My heart was in my throat, and I wanted to vomit.

So, when Descartes said "I think, therefore I am," do you think there was any chance that this also meant "If you don't think, you don't exist?" Cause in that case, I'm sorry to say it, but my oldest little brother doesn't exist.

They turn on music (my music at least, so it was good music) and ordered pizza. Amy's place is the party place?!? My brother did used to live in this apartment, and his friend (who wasn't home) does live here. I used to live in alot of places too, but that old sweet suite on 76th ave and my big old white house on 114th street don't come to mind when I need somewhere to crash after a quality night at the bar.

I guess occasions like these are good, because they make you feel very alive. It's good to experience a full range of emotion as often as possible, just so all your reactions are well exercised..

Moon is the Oldest Television

just a quick update from the office of the flying daggers. i found this really funny thing on the internet.
i'm not sure if IT is serious or not, but either way, IT is lustig lustig tralalalala.. (lustig = funny)

speaking of awesome, This is making me cry.. and by cry i mean laugh so hard i cry, so I have to share it. SNOop doooooooog ooooooooooohhhhhyeeeaaaaahhhh you've probably all seen it before.. but just in case..

jessie you would love it

La guitaristic house organisation

Friday night's alright for fighting, and i've decided that my ear hurts. Maybe I have an ear infection. I remember having an ear infection when I was a wee lad.. oh wait I wasn't a wee lad, but when I was younger than I am now, I think I remember my ear hurting like it does now. And I had an ear infection then.

So I'm at work, and my mom just called me and said she would be very very late picking me up. So I'm stranded here until traffic gets moving and she can come rescue me.

Yesterday, I travelled to Mayerthorpe for my job. I used my bosses vehicle cause I don't have one, and hoped to get everything done there in one day, and it all went well except that I decided it would be a good idea to combine my city-instincts of locking the doors with my country-girl insticts which involve leaving the keys in the car. This was instict combining gone wrong, let me tell ya. Cause my keys were locked in the car, along with my jacket, wallet, camera (I thought I could make some nifty photos of my stupidity) and any phone numbers which might have been useful in fixing my predicament. Luckily, there was a very nice man who helped me break into my car. In 2 hours. I was glad that I had my clipboard with me outside the car, so i could look very professional while wanting to start crying like a baby.. I am very grateful fo their kindness..

So, I finally start driving home. I got about 45 minutes away, and stopped to get a coffee.. and you'll never guess what I found in my purse, but the keys to the Mayerthorpe swimming pool. And, to be perfectly honest, I didn't really need the keys to the Mayerthorpe Swimming pool. I mean, it's empty, and it's only open June-August, so there's really no need for keys. Plus, the town of mayerthorpe probably might think they're important. So, I turned around and drove them back. Energy savings right there..

Anyways, in other news, it's snowing outside. I still, despite having lived in Edmonton my whole life, am not familiar with Edmonton weather patterns. Is this normal? Something about May long weekend and wearing tights after labour day seems to be sticking in my mind as some sort of basis for something.. but overall I'm just confused as I sit here, listening to Four Tet, wondering if my mom will make it through the storm.

go e-town! aka earth town!

on a happy note

HAPPY EARTH DAY

It is Earth Day today.. and I just want to focus your attention on the US governments sincere love for our dear earth. They built a great webpage to show off. Read about how the US federal government is "cleaning the air, promoting land conservation, and improving water quality" all because of earth day! This is why earth day is so great.

In case you were wondering, Walmart is not evil. They built a great webpage to show off how much they care. Apparantly they buy paper and enveloppes and donate them to soldiers overseas. If that's not civil service at its finest (by 5 people tied for title of 6th richest person in the world) then I don't know what is.

I should consider joining the army so I can get some freeee stationary. wheeeeeeee.

On a more sad note, Germany closed another nuclear power plant. Apparantly, nuclear energy cannot find acceptance with Germans because the plants have a huge potential for catastrophe and they produce toxic waste for all of eternity...

AND.. we couldn't find any evidence of Germans celebrating Earth Day!! (unlike the americanos) No webpage! Man they are lazy. Germany takes up space on the earth, they should really be more appreciative.

epinephrine

"do you know why I like chocolate chip cookies?"

no, why?

"They have chocolate chips in them"

oh

"Do you know why I like chocolate chips?"

no, why?

"they have chocolate in them"

Children are the future, and that's why I love this logical discussion between a 4 year old playschooler named George and myself which happened on Friday afternoon.

This past weekend, I baby-sat my cousins in Calgary. Friday I got to be the "special helper" and kick it old school with 12 playschoolers.. one thing that I was a bit perplexed about was that 5/12 of them have deathly allergies. So they have to be quarantined during snack time so they don't die or something. I know nuts have always been an issue, but this class cummulatively is allergic to strawberries, dairy, soy products, tomatoes, carrots, meat products and of course nuts.. why is this? Was this always the case and I just don't remember? Somebody please clue me in.

My cousins are adorable, and I know that everybody says that about every kid, but it's cause it's true. I brought them to Chinatown in Calgary and they kept calling it Chinese-city. Georgia had a metal coffee travel mug and 4 stuffed dogs with her as we cruised around on the C-Train. She was a little slow, with all her loot, but she was in no rush at all.. she kept singing and bopping her head.. and talking to her 4 puppies; megan, boomer, browner and rosie. Laura has grown about 2 feet since I saw her last and has picked up a novel skill: reading. She's also developped the ability to foresee consequences and clean up after herself. I was impressed.

In Calgary, I was also able to meet up with Ryan, one of my CWY Big bro's. He brought us to Peter's Drive In and we had a good chat. It's cool that he lives so close, I think this weekend encounter was the first reunion within our whole group. Honestly, spending the whole afternoon with him made me miss everybody...

A clever boy once told me that people are like composts, and you should just take all your experiences and put them in your compost and let them decompose and use whatever is leftover to grow and prepare for future experiences. My compost scheme was working quite efficiently.. but this reunion business is slowing down the process. I guess it's not a bad thing..

Last Thursday I went to Stammtisch, which is always an enjoyable time.. German + beer. It's really the perfect combination. I somehow managed to become the President of the German club for the upcoming school year. I didn't get voted in or anything, so I guess I'm actually the Dictator of the German club for the upcoming school year. Nowadays, I hear they're the same thing..

My dad has turned into Mr. Fitness and woke me up at 5:30am so I could go to the gym with him this morning. Yet another opportunity for me to confirm that I am not a morning person.

I'm very proud of myself, because I finally finished cd's for Galya and Ricky.. and stuck them into the mailbox headed for RUSSIYA!!! It only took me 3 months for Ricky's. But he is just a Swede stuck in a Russian exclave.

time for a coffee break and instead of drinking coffee, i put together a page for pictures. almost as good as coffee. check it!