Numbers are up!

So it looks like I'll fulfil my goal of having more posts this year than the last. Which is pretty okay. I have had a pretty lazy day. Stupid upstairs neighbours kept me up last night and I missed my alarm and accidentally slept through rehearsal. I'm pretty upset but it's okay! It was the Year's last rehearsal, and it is out of the way....soI just have my five strait days of exams to go through. Pretty all right. I wish I had something of substance to post about, but I"m so overwhelmed with thoughts of school and going home that it's hard to focus on anything else. In other news, I made a delicious chana masala last night, and I will be enjoying the left overs for eat least another day! I also have perfected making basmati rice. All is well.

Please no more!!!

School is a week away from being finished. By this time next week I'll probably be on a ferry, running crash statistics through my head before flying home!!!! I'm totally stoked on going home, definitely not stoked on doing all my exams this week, and then having to fly. But once those hurdles are over it'll be two weeks of bliss, eating properly, swimming, pubs, concerts and recording!! How exciting. Sadly, I'm so busy I shouldn't have even taken the time to write this, so I'll stop here.

I have an uncontrollable hate for Kenny G.

Saxx Laws from Beck Hansen on Vimeo.

Halloween, noise complaints and Jack Daniels.

I only love one of the above, and it is JD. Halloween is meh, but my fucking noisy upstairs neighbours are going to be the end of me. Last night, roughly 11 PM, I hear the pounding of bass coming through my ceiling. I gently knock on the ceiling to alert my neighbours that I can hear them. Their response? They turn their music up.

Now I was beyond furious. The audacity!!! So I storm outside, in the rain, and pound on their door.

A girl, of maybe 18 years of age, opens the door. She is trying hard not to laugh.

I say: "It's hilarious when I pound on your ceiling and you turn your music up, I had a great laugh."

Her: "I don't know what you're talking about" (snickering)

Me: [taking a deep breath] "Wipe that damn smirk off of your face, this is serious. Turn down your music or I'll call the cops."

Her: "You're right, I'm sorry, we'll turn it down" [still snickering]

Me: "You realize I have school tomorrow morning, I'm trying to get my homework done, and all I can hear is your damn jungle music, now don't apologize to me, just turn it the hell down."

Her: "Oh I understand I'm a student too and..."

Me: "Well it doesn't sound like it."

I walk away. I woke up at 4 am to the sound of them stomping their feet above my room. I hate them. My upstairs douchey neighbours are my Fuck That Guy of the week.

Klenginem ....?

I was really confused and afraid when I found this.

My shoulders hurt from practising.

A friend of mine once said finding pretty things in Victoria is as easy as finding repulsive things in Prince George. From a very oblique view point, that is true, but I honestly find the opposite equally easy, if not easier. I was going to take a series of photos to explain this, so I set out on my bike, ready for an exciting photo adventure. Sadly, I didn't realize I left my memory in card in my computer until I'd already biked to the Wharf, so I grumpily kicked a stone and biked home. I will continue with my rant regardless.

Anyway, take these two photos:










The first is of a view of Prince George from the cutbanks. The second is the Olympia Mountain Range from a beach in Victoria. I really wish I had a better picture of Victoria, this one is from April 2007, but as I stated earlier, I'm an idiot.

If I can say one thing to clear the air it's that I really dislike the ocean. I mean, there are nice things about it and it's important or whatever, but it freaks me out. The ocean can go fuck itself. I'm scared of tsunamis and it smells funny and a whole slew of other reasons. The best thing about the view from Victoria is that you can see those mountains over in Washington. Personally, I'd rather be on the mountains looking down on the ocean than on the ocean looking up at the mountains. Also, there are also three types of people I hate on the waterfront here: joggers, yuppies and crackheads. It's downright annoying.

The one thing I can say I dislike about the cutbanks is I'm terrified they will collapse while I'm on them, seeing as how their are made completely of fucking SAND. Also, the industrial view of PG is pretty unsettling, but the surroundings are damned awesome [hence why the view is of the surroundings and not the industrial park].

I think the sad truth is people back home seem to overlook everyday beauty because they see it every day. For whatever reason, it's so much easier to dwell on ugly things. Whereas here, people do the opposite. They see a junky passed out on the steps to the old Library and they comment on how beautiful the archway is. Then again, many of those same observers are too preoccupied straitening their hair and fitting into their purple American Apparel skinny jeans, to really care so I guess that is a bigger problem to begin with. I should stop talking to hipsters I meet on the bus. Christ. I hate them. They are everywhere. It's like if you take the dumbest people from highschool, and give them a slightly more obtuse fashion sense and a pretentious obsession with whatever Vice magazine is bitching or praising. they'd all live in Victoria. It's irritating. The coolest people I've met here have come from other places. Great, this turned into a hipster rant. I fucking knew that would happen God damnit....

Anyway, I liked the cutbanks picture. I could post a lot of ugly photos I've taken in Victoria [mostly involving homeless people that look a heck of a lot like the homeless people back in PG...only warmer...] but that'd be too easy. I'd rather put one of many nice ones I have from home.

However, on that ugly note, the bus stop I sometimes have to wait at is terrifying. It's on the worst corner in town for drug dealing, and it freaks me out. Probably the scariest thing is seeing normal looking people casually walking by and picking up drugs. Right next to the sad junkies. For every 10 junkies I see buying drugs [which is easy at 10 pm on a Friday] I see at least one or two normal looking people do the same. Only difference is they still have a job and house to go home to.

Bury me alive with gooey caramel, twisted in doughey bread...

I made cinanmon buns this morning. The only thing that could possibly have made them better would have been a beer. But I drank my beer last night, so that's that.

This month is gearing up to be super busy. I have a piano midterm on Wednesday, a musicianship midterm next Tuesday, and a history midterm that is probably going to sneak up on my while I am not expecting and kill me. Oh and harmony fits in there somewhere as well. Speaking of which, I should have been doing that homework....ho hum.

Yesterday I went for an epic long bike ride around Victoria. It was nice. I made some tea for my thermos, returned some library books, and biked all over James Bay before settling on a bench that overlooked the Olympia Mountain Range somewhere near Beacon Hill Park. Then I practised cello for a few hours and wanted to die.

I have a performance coming up on top of everything else, and I'm pretty much terrified. Time to go settle in on a practise room and not leave until it's dark out.

FLASH GORDON AND QUEEN HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I forgot they did music for this movie. God I love Queen.

RIFFRANDIA!!!

This past weekend was insane. I had the great pleasure of being given a press pass to Rifflandia, an annual music festival here in Victoria. I was teamed up with my new friend, and fellow Nexus employee, Shane, who had a grandiose plan for a pure gonzo experience of Fear and Loathing proportions....and they didn't exactly fall short. The weekend was awesome. Substances were consumed (nothing dangerous) crazies were encountered (mostly the pretentious kind, not the dangerous kind), and a lot of awesome music was enjoyed (and a lot of music was also sarcastically scoffed at).

Here is a small recap of bands that really stood out to me:

Beach House It might have been the pot cookie talking, but this band was fantastic live.

Zeus These guys were just plain fun. They did a cover of a Genesis song, and it was AWESOME. Their lead guitarist also completely nailed that Beatles' Rickenbacker tone that I love so much.

Holy Fuck Pure madness. Don't care for their recordings, but I'd seem them live again any day.

Library Voices Loads of fun, super energetic band.

Timber Timbre Pretty sombre, gave me a sort of mellow Murder By Death vibe that I liked quite a lot.


Other than being introduced to these wonderful bands, I also learned a few things. First off, press passes are a golden gift from God, and by God I mean my superiors at the paper. The kind of gift that lets you jump ques, go closer to the stage than any non performer, and generally push your way through a crowd with that sense of purpose that only an asshole photographer can really have.

Speaking of pictures, I really really need a faster lens for show photography. I was shooting with my 55 mm that only goes to f 3.5, and though I got some great shots, I also missed a lot of other opportunities because it just couldn't get in enough light. I will not be able to afford anytime in the next 10 years so I will merely cry. People also tend to like crappy music. It's depressing.

Also, in my short life as a show photographer, I've been in a lot of different crowd situations. I've photographed punk/hardcore shows where people are pushing and hitting each other, and metal concerts where I've seen people get concussions, but I've never had more difficulty navigating to the stage than at Holy Fuck's set at Element. The crowd was more or less a lot of hipsters and people on E dancing in one large sweaty mass. This mass was near impregnable, and easily offended by anyone trying to navigate its narrow corridors. That being said, my favourite shots of the weekend were of Holy Fuck. Great show.

I'll be putting pictures up soon on my website, and they'll also be in the next issue of which is out on Wednesday. Check out Nexus' website at http://www.nexusnewspaper.com

Fuck the homeless.

Every Saturday morning, here in Victoria, I have orchestra rehearsal. This is different from the normal rehearsal periods I have become accustomed to (usually evening, ending at around 10: 30ish) These rehearsal start at 9:15 AM, which means I am expected to arrive approximately 20 minutes early to set up and get prepared to play.

Now, I like to think of myself as a prepared morning person. When I know I have something to do in the morning, I am pretty okay at going to bed at an acceptable hour to allow getting up early enough to do it in a manner that is not too groggy or grumpy (in case Jeremy is reading this, things have changed since I was 17).

Unfortunately, my upstairs neighbours have different ideas. I was rudely awakened last night at 3:30 in the AM to a group of drunk 20 somethings yelling and stomping directly above where I sleep. My immediate reaction was to pound on the ceiling in the hopes that they would realize they are disturbing someone who is obviously trying to sleep. I did this at regular intervals for about 20 minutes before finally cracking. They apparently did not take the hint.

I proceeded to get dressed and go upstairs and knock on their door. After three sets of very solid and authoritative knocks, I could hear movement and talking behind the door. From what I could discern this is the conversation that took place:

"Dude, someone is at the door"

"maybe it's the person downstairs. What if they're a dude and they want to fight"

I took a deep breath. The door opened. A young man, probably around my age, perhaps a year or two older, opened the door and seemed surprised to see a young woman waiting on the other side. I introduced myself and politely suggested they quiet down. I explained that I had to be up in approximately 3 hours, and need the sleep. He seemed agreeable. However, his accomplice behind him had a smirk on his face, and conceded that they would "quiet down". I insisted, and added that I could actually overhear finer points of their conversations above my bedroom (one such conversation involved someone saying: "Do you know who I am? Do you know who the fuck I am?" -- I don't, and apparently neither did whoever they were talking to in this anecdote).

After confronting them, I happily walked back to my suite, climbed into my bed, and looked forward to having a restful sleep. Until the upstairs music kicked back in, and I could clearly hear someone upstairs saying:

"So some chick wants us to pipe down. Apparently she has to work tomorrow. Whatever man, who the fuck has a job on a weekend."

I slept with earplugs. Next week, if this occurs again, I am calling the police. I don't want to seem like the Mom from Joe's Garage, but these boys don't know any nice songs...

The next morning, thanks to their consideration, I woke up at 8 :30 and ran to rehearsal down the street. Thankfully, I only live three or so blocks from the rehearsal hall. Rehearsal went okay, and the bass section was actually dismissed early because the violins had to rehearse the Overture to Nutcracker. I was pleased, and trotted down the street with glee.

As I went to cross on to my side of Quadra, I could hear a man screaming something at what I could only assume was an invisible enemy of his that I was incapable of perceiving. This caught me off guard, so I continued to cross the street in this "gentleman's" direction. About halfway across Quadra, I could hear this man start coughing violently. This coughing went on for at least 3 or 4 seconds before he looked at me and proceeded to spit the contents of his mouth in my direction.

Thankfully, the wind was in my favour and his projectile stopped short. However, the psychological damage of the potential harms that would have befallen me had his spit been true to its mark conitnue to irk me. I hastily continued in the direction of my home,a nd warned an elderly couple of the hazards of this spitting hobo. They were thankful.

I immediately got home and made a martini. Now I need a nap. Fuck hobos.

Rifflandia, however, has been AWESOME. More on that later.

For Torie:

My official Fuck That Guy of the Week is the woman who is on the phone with Glenn Beck in this radio call in: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axFUo1hAlQY&feature=related

Look up Glenn Beck if you don't already know him, because he is priceless. The only good thing I can say about this woman is that she makes Glenn Beck's voice screech higher than an infant's over a conversation about public health care. Check it.

My homework has gin stains on it.

I have a strong disdain over having to take an English composition course this year. Our last class started out with an overview of common grammatical mistakes that I notice and correct everyday in other people's facebook statuses. This class makes me sort of feel like I'm Scott Bakula in Quantum Leap, and he's trapped in the body of a girl in a grade 9 English class, and his job is to keep himself from pulling out her wisdom teeth with a piece of piano string and a door handle.

Here's a list of things I'd rather do than go to class:

• Give Dick Cheney a vodka enema for $10 000
• Practise cello
• Drink myself into an alcohol induced coma
• Cuddle with Burt
• Punch Ann Coulter into a coma
• Rape a comatose Ann Coulter
• Burn every copy of Twilight (the books, DVDs...everything) and Across the Universe
• Hug Darcie
• Make a sandwich
• Eat said sandwich

Today I had a huge crave on for vietnamese food, but I'm too poor to get any vietnoms. So sad. Especially because I am dishing out $600 to get some work done to my cello because the stupid bridge was never made properly. So long money, hello roomy wallet!

You can't plant me in your penthouse, I'm going back to my plow...

So, here we are. Three months devoid of posting, and for what? Well, I've moved to Victoria. Seemed weird at first, but I'm feeling settled. I'm more busy than I have time to explain! I'm very thankfully a part of Nexus, Camosun's student paper, and I'm really enjoying working with them. It's forcing me to take my photography seriously, which is awesome. I'm feeling pangs of missing home, however. Josh is far away. I have Burt. It's great. Cats are such wonderful companions. I'm reading a book called The Immortalists, about how Charles Lindbergh was obsessed with not dying or some crap. I'm only like four chapters in. I need to finish reading it so I can return it.

Here's a list of things I've done in Victoria:

• got a library card.
• rode my bike around town
• saw a bumper sticker that said "I'm only speeding because I have to poop"
• Talked my way out of Josh getting a parking ticket
• carved a triceratops out of clay
  
• gawked at the horrible amount of hipster trash
• met some really extremely cool people who aren't hipster trash!
  
• learned how to play "Bennie and the Jets" on piano instead of practising cello
• fallen madly in love with a tall dark and handsome cut throat business man from Madison Ave.
• baked cookies
• cooked amazing butter chicken
• got high with Torie and Skyla and stole someone's pears from their pear tree
• got hired as a photographer for the campus paper and do some photo shoots!
  

Torie also introduced me to a lounge that makes amazing martinis for $4.50 on Mondays. That's also the only day of the week that I don't have classes. Coincidence or fate?

I've been listening to Wilco all day...

...in honour of Jay Bennett, their ex-guitar player. May he rest in peace or what have you. I encourage anyone and everyone to do the same. Such a good band.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omKsLpM6VZU

Good song. Just go listen to Summerteeth.

lol @ Jeremy.

Trekkies Bash New Star Trek Film As 'Fun, Watchable'


Here's the kicker, at first Josh thought this was a REAL news report....

The internet has finally failed me...

...but it's not the internet's fault. It's the fault of people, as usual. Today I finally snapped. I'm so sick of every single facet of the internet that allows for comments becoming a fucking religious/atheist debate. Who the hell cares?! That being said, if my comment page turns into one such debate, that would be entirely hilarious, and perfectly ironic. Despite that fact, I will still be pissed.

Fuck everyone that still debates that. I'll settle it right now: NO GOD. Happy? No? Go stand on a milk box and tell someone who cares. THE INTERNET DESERVES BETTER....

Like this

Holy...

I found this article this morning while in a history 321 lecture. My favourite part is when they said a man is worth two women, so she could only ruin one of his eyes. I'm torn between choosing Islamic Law, or the rejected acid thrower, as my fuck that guy of the day. I'm going to go with the acid thrower. What an asshole.

For Jeremy:

http://community.livejournal.com/watchdom/125379.html

This is that thing I was telling you about.

It was nice out today

The weather today has been insane. This morning it was cold and cloudy. Then in the afternoon is was incredibly warm, like drive with the windows down and enjoy the warm air type of warm, but SNOWING AT THE SAME TIME with perfectly formed little snow flakes. Now it's a huge windy awful cold blizzard. I LOVE MARCH!

And this link:

Saturday Morning Watchmen

Of all the blogs in all of the internet, I had to walk into this one....

Here's my fuck that guy of the decade:

http://closertothemicrophone.blogspot.com/2008/12/recovering-covered.html

But I digress...

On another note, I got uncontrollably compelled to drink while on the bus home today. Thank heavens the bus goes right by a liquor store. I drank half a bottle of baileys in one large coffee on my walk home. It was a beautiful day. Felt like summer it was so sunny. Minus the wind, it was pleasant outside. I almost didn't neat my coat. All in good time. I am so anxious for spring it's ridiculous!

EDIT:

I forgot this gem:


http://closertothemicrophone.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-saturday-i-went-to-see.html

Seriously...fuck that guy.

Uggggh

Six days before my birthday, I somehow hurt my back, and it's only gotten worse! This is terrible, because the psychological effect of turning 21, coupled with having this injury that makes me feel like an old geriatric, is completely detrimental. Good thing my job doesn't require heavy lifting...

OO NOEZ

I'm legal in America now. Time to spend my college fund on gambling. My youth is official squandered.

RIP

This is for all of my enlightened friends, and my brother who likes Conan.

Enjoy....

MY GOD

to quote my boss, "This little girl is either totally insane or a genius. Or both."

TIMMY CAN'T CONFESS DUE TO DISABILITY! DOES THAT MEAN HE'LL GO TO HELL?!

I'm reading an awesome book right now called "The Dream of Reason: a History of Philosophy from the Greeks to the Renaissance" In it, the writer explains some aspects of Pythagorean philosophies, including the belief that

"...geometry which is deserving of study is that which at each new theorem, sets up a platform to ascend by, and lifts the soul on high instead of allowing it to go down among [physical objects perceived by the senses] and so become subservient to the common needs of this mortal life."

If that's true, what if you're dyslexic? Makes me think of the dumb catholic man who can't confess his sins. Only with math.

Having said that, I have no fuck that guy of the day. Maybe my rage is finally subsiding.

Holy shit

Hold the fucking phones. I just realized my blog has consistently dropped in posts each year. And my first year of it started halfway through. This has to stop. And not just nonsense posts like this, but actual legit pieces. I suck. But no one reads this anyway so whatever.

So I guess it's 2009 now...

Whatever. I got drunk and did a countdown, no biggie. Now I have bigger fish to fry...Well, not exactly. School starts next week which I am completely not ready for. My amazing atheistmas present for Jeremy didn't arrive, which blows. I promised him I would post a puzzle piece a day from a photo of it, but I can't do it from my work computer, so I will once I get home!!! Paypal is my official fuck that guy of last month. But it's January now, so I'll have to curse someone else's name. I'll just curse New Years Resolutions. Fuck those. I never made them, and people that do are ridiculous.