Born in the 17 Century

Because I have nothing better to talk about (aside from the fact last weekend I wore short-shorts, a tank top and flip-flops and this weekend I'll be wearing a winter jacket because you know, Mother Nature likes to fuck with me like that) here's a photo, from last year, that I had to take.


I get the impression that they will feast on your blood. Or something.

Yes, that sign was posted in front of a house. I wonder if the members get to wear red, velvet cloaks.


Edited to add:

HAAAAAH. I just went to squeeze some lotion from a bottle and there must have been an air pocket because when I went to squeeze some out, it exploded lotion gunk all over my desk and monitor.

Damn, there's even some in my hair. hahaha. Happy effin Friday, eh!

Hello World!

Hi! I’m Leiland. I’m the devil in disguise!

I give you stink eye!

I’m a cute hamster! I’ve heard the man human call me a rodent numerous times, but ignore his gibberish.

My hobbies include sleeping, eating, peeing and flinging my poo at the humans. I’m real good at it. I’ve hit the human targets many times. This displeases them.

Lately I’ve been gnawing on the cage, mostly on the wires where the humans release me. Dungeon door is what I make of it. The she human has been eyeing me and my dungeon gnawing. I’m fairly certain she does not approve because she keeps filling my living quarters with flavoured sticks for me to chew on. If only she human could get it through her head that this will only shut me up for mere minutes before I’m back to the dungeon wires.

You feed me KRYPTONITE?!

A couple nights ago, I almost broke free. The force of my gnawing must have rattled the dungeon doors and it flung open. As I started to step out, I heard the man human bellow to the she human. Before I knew it, she human was ranting and raving.

Back in the dungeon I went. The humans looked very sleepy. This pleases me for the noise of the dungeon door must have startled them out of their slumber. The humans have placed tiny wires around my vicinity doorway. I hear twist-ties come out of the human’s mouth.

zzzzzzzzzz

I’ll continue to gnaw. And cause chaos in the human’s lives. I’ll continue to plot against them. And plan for my escape. YOU HUMANS WILL NOT STOP ME. RAWR.

Death to you man human!

Bruise Pictures

Alright. So here are pictures of the horrid bruise I managed to get as per the previous post.

The day after going to the rock club, I woke up in the afternoon to find this on my leg.


It was large and in charge, and it hurt like a bitch. The area that was bruised was also swollen and it hurt to run let alone walk.


On Day 2 of the bruising, I noticed two more bruises on my knee.

Although it's not quite clear, I had four different shades coming through the bruise. I also had found two more bruises: one on my lower thigh on my left leg and one on my upper thigh on my right leg (which looked like a smiley face... laughing at me).

On Day 3 of the bruising, I found MORE bruises around the larger bruise AND the large bruise had extended its painful region even further. At this point, the bruise took up half of my calf.

Look at that fucker! How in God's name did I manage that? Oh wait, I know how. I partied hard.

Too Much Sexyback

Geezus. Horrible, horrible, flashback.

It’s happening again. See! Notice!

I’m at the final stages of Bust it Hardcore During the Last Week (aka busting my ass at work so I can go on holidays without freaking out). Things haven’t been overly pleasant thanks to the new booking system we got a few months ago. If I’m not mistaken, I would have sworn that the Upper Hand mentioned that this new system would make things easier. Well, Upper Hand Sir, IT HASN’T. Not for me, anyway. I still have plenty more to do, at work, but I’m definitely making progress.

Aside from work, my friends and I have been getting together quite a bit lately because a friend of ours is moving away to Kelowna, BC, for school. Why. Why are these people leeeeaaaving?! My God, soon I’ll have to pack my bags and move just to keep up with the trend.

So last weekend (Friday and Saturday) was another Drunk Fest, and this coming Saturday will be too. It truly is amazing how I can manage to still pull off the Drink My Face Off and Stumble into Bed at 3:30 a.m.

Saturday the 19th, was when I really fell through the cracks. My friend (Cammi, the friend that will be leaving Calgary for beautiful Kelowna) and I went to a bar downtown where we were joined by her older and younger brother, my sister and three other friends. I’d like to point out that anytime we are out with Cammi’s brothers, there will be plenty of free drinks and shots. Plenty. The bar we went to was not that great. In fact, we hated it. But we stayed and tried to make the best of it. The music, however, was great, except for the fact that the DJ played a selection of songs over and over again.

Totally off topic, but I figured I should write this down so that in years from now I can read it and either a) kick my own ass or b) ask myself, “What the hell were you thinking?”

The reason we stayed at the crappy bar was because Cammi’s cousin, a nurse at the Children’s Hospital, was attending a Doctor/Nurse/Thingy at the bar. My friend Cammi invited me along and, well, I went because, HELLO! DOCTORS!

I did come close to being picked up by one doctor until I quickly turned him down. The reason: He kept trying to be “funny” or “cute” or some bullshit like that and kept calling me a name that isn’t my name. In fact, I loathe the name. Nah, it wasn’t Miss Bitch or anything like that, but it was Angelina – the name I hate second to Angela. That’s right folks. The gig is up. Where the fuck did AJ come from any way? Seriously. I picked AJ because I was afraid that an ex-boyfriend would find me or my current at the time. I think over time I’ve stopped caring; as long as no family or relatives find me, I’m okay.

Just for the record, I have never in my life gone by the name AJ. My cousin, when he was younger went by AJ; those were his initials. Interestingly enough, those are my initials too. I feel like Darkwing Duck, about to come out of disguise.

ANGELICA, for the love of God, IT’S ANGELICA. Not Angelina, not Angela. I hate when people think that Angie (what I really go by in my mysterious real life) is short for Angelina or Angela. Gag.

Doctor: *busting out all the flirtatious moves* So, what’s your name?
AJ: Angie. *busting out flirtatious smile*
Doctor: Oh, Angelina!
AJ: Uh, no. Angelica.
Doctor: Angelina! *wink*
AJ: An.gel.i.ca. *scowl*
Doctor: Nooo, I think it’s Angelina! *nudge*
AJ: Ugh. Moron. *walks away*

And so ends the pointless, off-topic, story.

By 3:00 a.m., and after hearing the DJ play Justin Timberlake’s Sexyback four times, the bar patrons were finally getting kicked out. Cammi left with her brothers, while I went with my sister and three others. I don’t remember a whole lot by this point, but after waking up at 4:30 p.m. the next day, and seeing these items around my place, maybe I can make some sense of what happened after we left the bar.

Well, at least I know I ate some form of food after getting home.

What.the.fuck.

After I spoke with my sister on the phone, she informed me that I had taken this sign off some billboard-type thing. In my drunken rampage, I managed to reach up and swipe the sign as the three other people with us followed in my steps (One of these people being a sixth grade teacher. That’s right, folks, this gentleman we were with was a sixth grade teacher that swiped a smaller sign.).

I seriously hope that one day when I have children, they never find out these wild stories about their mom. Maybe when they’re about to celebrate their 30th birthday I will let them in on a few adventures I’ve had.

When my friend Cammi called me later on Sunday to see how I was doing, she was quick to point out that I didn’t sound too good.

Cammi: Hey Ang, how’s it going?
Me: Uuuugggghhhh. Deaaath.
Cammi: Uh, you don’t sound so good.
Me: Thanks.
Cammi: Yeah, I’m not feeling so good either.
Me: Good to know that I’m not suffering alone.
Cammi: You know what it was, right?
Me: What?
Cammi: It was too much Sexyback.

And too much Sexyback it was.

Screw Stella. How AJ Got Her Groove Back.

Ohmygod. I’m a total wreck. I just escaped the horrid tentacle grip of these bizarre life-forms that beamed me up (all Scottie-like) and deemed me as their new Master of All That is Lazy. And Mentally Not-All-There. And well, Et Cetera. For those who would like to head to up Canada to beat my ass: Do it. Doooo it. Please knock some sense in me. Seriously, though. We could sit back, have a beer. Screw bringing your own booze. Believe me. I have more than enough in my fridge. It has to go. (Side Thought: I should take a photo of the innards of said fridge. Beeeeeer. But food? Quite possibly non-existent.)

So here’s the lo-down. The month of August has been tinkering with my brain. It has made me a little… insane. Where to start…

I have been busting my ass at work. I’m trying to get all my work done so that I can take some vacation time without worrying too much about coming back to the office only to find 50 emails in my inbox and about 30 unheard messages on my phone. It has happened before. I may have peed my pants a little. Let’s imagine that it never happened. The crappy part of this “busting my ass” is that I busted too early. It turns out that I am unable to take holidays until the last week of August. What I should have done is try to relax a little at the beginning of August and slowly work my way up to Bust It Hardcore During the Last Week. So in turn, because all my work is done on the computer, I have been so very turned off by this piece of technology. So very, very turned off. So turned off that DIE COMPUTER DIE I HATE YOU. You see? My mind = GONE. Which in turn has guided me away from the Internet. BUT! That’s only part of it.

I, AJ, officially the LAZIEST person on earth (you’d all be disgusted with how lazy I can be) has done the unthinkable. This is how it went:

*Enter AJ into a sport-type-thingy store*
Sales Person: Hi, is there anything I can help you out with?
AJ: Yeah… I’m looking for running shoes.
Sales Person: Okay, do you have an idea of what you have in mind?
AJ: *blank stare* *deer caught in headlights* *trying to not run out of the store in a panic*

After a while of trying to figure out what the hell I am to say, I did try on a pair of New Balance shoes.

Sales Person: How do those feel?
AJ: Err… I think okay… They’re going to take some time to get used to.
Sales Person: Oh? Are they uncomfortable?
AJ: No… they’re comfortable, but I’m more accustomed to shoes like these.
AJ: *holds up worn in DC shoes that have clearly been through a rough time*
Sales Person: Oh, okay. Well, take a short jog around the store to see how they feel in action.
AJ: Say whaaa? *trying not to laugh at the idea of me jogging*

So there you have it. I bought my first pair of non-skate shoes. Only took me 23 years, but I did it. Of course my friends now believe that aliens have kidnapped my mind and switched it with someone else’s… but that’s alright! So I’ve begun to go running a few times a week and taking advantage of the exercise room that is available in my building. Lastly, my God folks, you have no idea how useful your suggestions were in finding running shoes. New Balance = super and reasonably priced. A shoe size larger = brilliant. However, this whole running and exercise deal has come with an embarrassing price and another new low for me.

One word: Lululemon. People. Oh.my.word. Never, EVER in my life would I have imagined that I’d be a Lululemon wearing psycho-freak. Because, you know, I’m too hardcore for that shit. Or something like that. Well, that and Jamie… and my sister… CharCammiGarrettStephen and anyone that I am friends with, would start calling me a yuppie if I purchased anything from that store. Alas, I have already purchased this, that and this. Totalling about $230.00. Oi… But in my defence, my ass had never looked so good before. The pants are amazing. It’s like magic!

Lululemon Pants: I dub thee the power of HOTT ass!

Now are you starting to understand the Mentally Not-All-There?

Also, I started eating healthier! I no longer snack on chips for breakfast! No wait… I still have a nibble here and there… But aside from that, major improvement every where else. Except for the beer thing. I’m sorry. But I draw the line there. That will be my carb intake. So all in all, I’m about 5 or so pounds away from my desired weight. Next topic.

HAH. Shit, this is post is going to take half an hour to read.

My friend, my bestest friend Jamie, has left me. He packed his bags and said, SEE YA BITCH, I DON’T CARE IF I LEAVE YOU. Well, he didn’t say that, but I bet he was thinking it. Months prior to August, Jamie had been planning a trip to Vietnam. Deep down, in the depths of my soul, I had ignored his planning in hopes that he’ll change his mind and stay. Before you knew it, he had purchased his ticket and all the begging and guilt trips that I brought on were pointless. He was going to leave for Vietnam for six months and there was nothing I could do about it. Seriously. What the hell does Vietnam have on me? NOTHING. Sure I’m not a beach… and I think eating meat other than chicken, cow or pig is wrong… But I skateboard. And play guitar and bass. And have no problems running around in the streets drunk. Can these people say the same for them? Didn’t think so. Anyway. The day before his flight we spent it together hanging out and enjoying ourselves.

See! Food! I basically said screw eating healthy, let’s go all out!

The one thing Jamie left for me was this dino. We used to shove plastic animals in each others pants. What the fuck? Yeah, I know.

The most difficult part of the day had arrived. The day I had to say good-bye. And I cried like a sissy.

I hate that bastard. Okay, only slightly hate.

Aside from all that, I’ve seen a lot of my family lately. My dad had a barbeque over the long-weekend, my mom’s birthday was on August 9 and my dad’s birthday was on August 13. It was good to see my family so much during the last while.

HAH! I found this label that my sister stuck on my dad's water bottle.

Teehee. My dad accidently dropped the delicious meat.

Last, but not least (or at least I think this is it… who knows… I forget easily… maybe there’s more… anyway…) my birthday that took place on August 11! Folks, I am officially 24 years old with zero cavities/fillings. Why did I mention that? Because my teeth are rocking with age.

And may I just say? I partied as if it were 1982. HAH. Geddit? 1982. Year I was born. HAAAAAA. So clever.

I had decided to take a vacation day for my birthday and I loved it. I slept in, went for lunch with my dad, went for a run then to the exercise room, watched a DVD and prepped myself for a night out on the town. I had gathered all my friends and we were heading to a rock club so that we can get wasted and dance like there was no tomorrow (in my case there thankfully was a tomorrow).

Beeeeeeeer!

Number of beers drank: Lost count
Number of shots drank: 1, 2, 3… Lost count
Number of people I met that night that shared the same birthday as me: 2
Number of times my sister had to pull my drunken ass away from hot rocker boys trying to pick me up and/or snag a kiss: 8
Number of minutes I argued with my sister regarding pulling me away after the hot mohawk guy after he asked me to dance with him: 15 minutes, give or take
Number of my friends (number count including me) dancing on top of the speaker like we were the latest item in a strip club: 7
Number of times I thought to myself, “what the g’damn fuck was I thinking/doing last night?”: 1,000,000,000,000,000

When you're smiling like this, you know that it's going to be a good drunken night. And a painful morning.

In Addition...

In addition to my previous post regarding the new shoes, I’d like to point out that I have not lost my mind and that indeed the shoes were worth it (or maybe I’m just saying that to convince myself that they were…).

Look! See! I wasn't so insane after all! I do own pretty shoes!

How was I to deny my feet the joys of these?

I'd like to point out that I am aware of my chicken legs. I've been aware of them since elementary school... and all throughout junior high... and high school. Believe me, they aren't going to get any "fuller". Lastly, I am aware of my freakishly pale, pasty, no-tan-in-sight legs. It's hard to tell in these photos because of the lack of flash when the pictures were taken. I have zero intention on getting these suckers tanned. In fact, I aim for the pasty-white look. No, that wasn't a joke.

No, really, it isn't.

Take the Internets to Work Day

Today is Take the Internets to Work Day. You know what I’m talking about. It’s like the whole Take Your Kid to Work Day, but unfortunately for me, I’m childless. You will all have to do for this day.

So why the whole Take the Internets to Work Day? Because. I’m tired. Very, very tired. And sleepy. And, I guess they’re both the same thing. Tired and sleepy. And now I’m not making much sense. I’ll stop here. Yes, also fully aware that I've posted work pictures before. Work with me people!

Come Internets and behold. Click on the pictures to get a clearer look with details on what is what. BUT, as a fair warning, I’m the boring host that would bore a child if I truly brought them to work with me.

First, Internets, the day starts off with opening my desk drawer! OOOoooh, Aaahhh!

Then I stare at the piles of paper on my desk. Thrilling, I know.

Then I say screw it and proceed with my beverages of the day.

Note: Work being done not shown.

What a Load of...

Well, it has happened. It rained enough to flood areas of the park I frequent. I certainly hope it doesn’t get any worse than this. Although, it’s not as bad as it was last year, by far.

Here's a view of the pathway under the bridge. This, technically, is nothing compared to what it was last year.

Look at him. Poor Jamie looks so sad standing against the tall railing. I don't blame him. His hidden nude tanning spot has been destroyed by this flood.

But no! Not sad enough that he isn't willing to take a dive into the river! Here he gooooes!

As of right now, the water level is only at the 1 mark. Last year the water level reached the 8 mark. Here's hoping that it won't go past the 1 mark and that the water level will only go down from here.

In My Other Life

I went to this link after reading about it on one of Miss Zoot’s post. I could not resist! I had to try it out for myself, and I did.

This is totally me in cartoon-like form. Well, except for the shoes. They didn’t exactly have a selection of old-skool Chuck Taylor hi-tops, or DC’s, or Globes, or Etnies… or anything like that. But everything else? Without a doubt, me.

What I'm wondering is, where is my nose?

The Impracticality of It All - Part 2

In addition to my last post, I feel the need to show off these Hickory Sticks that I speak of. Click on the pictures to see the notes attached to them.

The Hickory Sticks

The Innards

Hand... must... get... in... bag.

Ah Hah! The Sticks are out.

Moving Along

So tomorrow will be week #3 since the Fuckhead took off and my God what has happened since?! Plenty, I tell ya, plenty. Now, I can’t fit everything into one post but in due time I can gauran-fuckin-tee that I’ll get to it all. Until then, here is the short list.

First off? Why the hell was I not informed that it’s already MAY?! For the love of all that is deep-fried… I am completely spaced by this. I’m freaking out a little because on the 3rd it would have been another month anniversary for Fucktard and me. I need ideas on what I can do to pleasantly occupy myself from blubbering in a corner crumpled into a ball. Need.ideas.

Remember how I mentioned I was a cheapskate? Well, I went on a shopping spree! Clothes, pretty panties, THE WORKS. Sadly, though, it only cheered me up for about a couple days; then the guilt set in and I felt like a loser for spending so much money. Gag.

teehee. Also? Remember my haircut story? teehee. I decided that I needed a change to maybe aid in my shift and went to get a haircut at a hairdresser! Now, you’re thinking, “Good on ya!” No, no… BAD ON ME. This story will top off any of my haircutting stories. That I promise you.

I’d also like to mention that I have consumed more beer in the last 3 weeks than I have in the last TWO YEARS. It’s to the point that my stomach is making funny gurgling noises. If translated correctly, I believe it’s saying, “HELP. She’s attacking the liver with the liquor! LET US OUT OF HERE.”

Now here’s the part that may or may not shock anyone. Yes! I, AJ, have done it again! As mentioned previously, I have always managed to land myself in a relationship almost immediately after a break-up. I haven’t decided yet if I totally rule or if I totally suck for this, but I pulled it off again. I’d like to make it clear, though, that it is NOT a serious relationship. Its only been two dates, plus the initial meeting, but so far things are looking well. I haven’t decided yet if this is what I want but regardless, I’m enjoying the company. Also, I’m fairly lost with this whole “dating-thing” because I don’t quite “date”. The last real date I had was maybe over three years ago.

Lastly, and possibly the one thing that has been the hardest for me, I have slept ON MY OWN (ie. with no friends around to comfort my dreadful soul) for about a week now. It’s not that I am unable to sleep on my own, but because I had grown accustomed to a Fuckface (oh, I’ve got plenty more Fuck-names) sleeping beside me. I still get the terrified tension the second I know I have to start to get ready for bed, but hell; at least I’m doing it on my own. I gotta have some credit for that. The credit that I don’t deserve, though, is the fact that I still need to have a drink before I sleep. Without it, I will constantly wake up in a panic and take forever just to doze off. Fret not, in time I will attempt to do it without the drink.

Oh wait… I just remembered one other item that I have got to mention. EDMONTON-FUCKING-OILERS! Tonight, Game 6, 3-2 Oiler series. If the Oilers nab this one, they will be moving on to the second round. The part that I’m not happy about? The fact that the arch-nemeses, Calgary Flames, is also playing tonight with a 3-2 series. Ugh, yes, I completely realize that I live in Calgary and that I’m cheering for the enemy in the Battle of Alberta, but I was born in raised in Edmonton and my God they are still my team. Keep on rockin’.

Gifts and Bags of Surprises

Oh, gasp. What’s the date?! Crap, I almost forgot to breathe. Two of my best friends’ birthdays are coming up reaaaaally soon. There is Derek’s birthday on the 13th of April and Jamie’s on the 20th. So far, I have zero ideas of what to get Derek and I need to come up with something fast. Pronto. Immediately. NOW. Last year I had no problem finding him something. Seeing as how he is addicted to The Simpson’s, I got him a Simpson’s shot glass set.

(yikes. The more I say/write Simpson’s, the stranger it sounds/looks.)

Now, for Jamie’s birthday present, that ought to be a piece of cake. He and I have already discussed ideas of what I could get him. Currently, I’m leaning towards my idea of crapping in a paper bag, putting air fresheners in the bag (to, you know, cover the smell of roses) and then handing the present to him. In all honesty, I believe he body checked me onto the floor and said something along the lines of, “fuck you hippy.”

Yes, I know, we are seriously weird that way.

With Derek’s birthday coming up within the next couple of days, I was looking through some photos I took last year during his big night out.

Derek, he's all, "Yeah, look at me, still rockin' it out. Bring me the beer."

Jarret and Derek

After a good night of great beer drinking, we all managed to walk out without vomitting all over. Let's hope that we can do the same this year.

Like No Other

I have an enjoyable group of friends that I love dearly, but one in particular stands out above the rest. That friend would be Jamie.

On Saturday, he and I hung out and as always it was a blast (I seriously think it's impossible for us to have a boring time together). We have always managed to make the best out of every situation. We've been drunk downtown and rampaged through the streets; he's dealt with having me pass out drunk on his bathroom floor for three hours while he waited outside holding his piss; we've passed five hours of time just playing guitar and singing. He can get me to do nearly anything by telling me that I'm his best friend and that he’ll loooove me forever (like a damn road trip to his old shit-town in pouring rain listening to some rockin' CCR all the way there and back).

What a friend. Here I am passed out and all he can do is photograph me. (Click the photo for a great description of what happened)

He's the only person I know of that I can be my typical, bitchy self without worrying what the other person may think. I certainly can't tell anyone else that they are pissing the fuck out of me and I want to push them off the edge, and he's the only person that can punch a pillow and tell me that he was imagining the pillow was my face.

Back in the day, when I lived on my own, Jamie and I lived in the same apartment building. There is nothing more fun than having your best friend a few floors above you (not to mention all the skateboarding we got done at 11 p.m. at night and the three liquor stores all within walking distance).

The best was making pasta from scratch... which only took us over an hour to figure out.

I have known Jamie for six years and during that time we have survived all the ups and downs that a messed up guy-girl friendship would have. He has learned ALL of my deepest and darkest secrets. We’ve managed to talk to each other about everything – even our first relationships and going through puberty.

When I was going through a rough time with breast infection/cyst, he was there to cheer me up and tell me that I looked HOT with one massive boob (okay, he, too, laughed a little at my situation). When we were going through tough relationship break-ups, we've supported each other and told each other that the ex-significant other was a twat. When either one of us needed a date for a wedding or a party situation, we'd go along and pretend like we were an item. Hell, we even have a marriage pact.

Some guy holding a beer up to Jamie's ass.

Yeah. These are the kind of pictures I take after a bit of drinking... Keep in mind, this picture was taking years ago.

One of my biggest fears is that Jamie won't be around forever. In the last couple of years, he has been travelling to Vietnam and now he's thinking about leaving again for a much MUCH longer time. Every time that he has left, I tried to get him to stay by telling him that he'd be leaving illegally (because, you know, he didn't sign the Official Papers of Leaveance - shhh... I know it's something I made-up in my mind). I must figure out another excuse for him to stay behind (goddamn he's too smart - he figured out my Official Papers of Leaveance is fake!)... otherwise who else would tell me to "fuck off"?

Pointlessness Part 1

Well, I’m still in shock-mode from my eyeglasses and the price, but I tell you, Super Glue sure pulled me through.

While I ogle these piles of paper on my desk and try to figure out the best way to get all this work done (unfortunately throwing them in the shredder isn’t an option) I’ll leave you with Part 1 of AJ’s Many Things of Sorts That’s Rather Pointless.

My Desk At Work 1
My Desk At Work 2

Better Days Ahead

I have always been a tad anti-social. Sometimes I prefer to keep to myself and enjoy the company of friends that I’ve had for years. I enjoy being able to sit back and observe rather than get in conversations and sometimes get lost in them. I’m very content with this. I also enjoy the rush of things. Once I get going there is no stopping me. I dislike slow movement except for when I feel like lounging. Being with J has benefited my fast pace of walking. Seeing as how he is 6’11”, I’ve been able to learn to keep up with his long strides. I cannot stand being squashed among people. Taking the city transportation is a nightmare. I can be found hidden in a corner of the city train going to work and heading home. Back there I am always finding myself having simple conversations in my head of all the things that are going on around me.

How dreadful. Here are three guys, probably in their late 20s, talking about some hockey video game. This one guy, who is missing a few front teeth, is so into this game that his excitement just radiates when he is explaining how awesome this game is to his friends. One friend looks like the cartilage in his ear is thinning. Its white, literally, patches of it around the rim of his ear. This other guy doesn’t seem to be paying much attention; he’s too busy texting on his cell phone.

Then there’s the token drunk guy. The kind you see riding the train to stay out of the cold and all they do is ride the train, back and forth, until they are busted by city police.

The faces on some of these people riding the train are terrible. They look worn out as if they hadn’t slept in days or showered in weeks.

Good God, what is that smell? Winter is always the worst. It’s an indescribable stench that fills the entire cart. It is by far worse than the sweat that drips off the bodies during summer. And when newcomers hop on the train, cold air emits off them and sinks right in your bones.

What the fuck is going on now? The train has stopped and has been standing still for at least a few minutes. It’s like that Seinfeld episode where Elaine is headed to a wedding and she’s trapped on a train that will not move. The thoughts that go through her head are just like mine.

“Who the hell just touched me? Oh God. I can’t breathe in here. What’ IS that smell?? GET ME OUT.”

If Hell is anything like this, I certainly hope that I’ve been good enough to surpass my way to something better to avoid going through this everyday.

While I wait for my favourite season (summer), I will continue to hope for warmer days when I can go skateboarding in the park to unwind from the hustle and bustle of the wretched public transportation (aka The Unwashed Public). Until then, I’ll keep dreaming while riding my board around my apartment carpet.

PxPx

As I was coming home today, listening to a variation of Rise Against and Senses Fail, I thought about the concert last night and how much I miss going to punk/hardcore shows like I did when I was younger. Last night MxPx opened for another band, which I didn’t stay for, and I was amazed. I had waited about a good 8-10 years to see them and it was worth it. Surprisingly, I managed to maintain the amount of drool being produced at my mouth at the sight of seeing Mike Herrera.

My friend Jamie, as I will call him, still goes to punk shows at various locations around the city. Maybe it’s time I took him up on his offer to join him.

While at the concert, I did manage to purchase a couple of wonderful items.

Yes, it's cute - I know.

Here's the hoodie I bought.

Here's the back of that hoodie.

The excitement, I could barely contain.