Boredom

It's 2:30am on a saturday night/sunday morning. I'm reeeaaaalllllllly bored, so I'm not sure how much substance this blog will have. But, in my experience, blog writing kills a ton of time, once I pick a subject to ramble on about. Even if I don't, I'll enjoy myself trying to find one. Cuz I'm cool like that.

Yeah, I'm still thinking of a subject....leave me alone. Argh, I hate all of you. Fuck. Stupid vodka.

I guess I should start off with some totally wicked crazy awesome news. My sisters chemo is working out very well, and is in the process of beating the snot out of the cancer she has been dealing with. She has 5 more treatments, once a month (next one is monday)...but they're working very well according to the doc, and will put the cancer into remission for sure. Who knows what the future holds...but for now, I will continue to have my big sister in my life. And she can continue to be a great mother to her children. Thanks for putting up with me, Jenner. I'm glad to have the opportunity to put up with you.

And Curtis can continue to be the best pseudo-brother-in-law I could ever ask for. He really is a brother, too. : )

Normally, I wouldn't be this nice to another male...but Curtis was totally awesome to me while I was over there....he bought me beer continually(along with Jen and Leona), gave me money cuz he knew I was broke (despite my objections), and put up with me eating all their food and disrupting their daily lives. I'm not taking anything away from Jenner here, cuz she was equally as giving....I just wanted Curtis to know, if he ever reads this (he probably won't...he hates computers)....that his acceptance of me in his house was much appreciated. I tried to reciprocate by helping out wherever I could. He might not be married to my sister, but I consider him my brother. He's cool like that.

Don't worry, this isn't my subject of choice. I'm pretty sure you didn't come here to read about my admiration of a black man.

Wow, that could be taken so many different ways....leave me alone, bastards.

6 observations you probably don't give a shit about:

1. The canucks have won 6 in a row.

2. George St Pierre can't defend his belt against Matt Serra at UFC 67 cuz he got hurt. Boo. Cro Cop is in the UFC now. BTW, for anyone that cares, I think it's stupid that UFC is calling him "Mirko Cro Cop". His last name is Filipovic. He's Croatian. He was a cop. We get it. No one else gets tagged by a nickname only. It's insulting. I know, I know...who cares. That was my rant of the day.

3. No matter how much vodka you put in a caesar, you can counteract the vodka taste with enough tabasco. My tongue might be on fire, but it's better than tasting Stoli. If none of this blog makes sense...Stoli is the problem, dammit. Not me.

4. I fucked up buying Evanescence tickets, and I dunno how to explain it to Len and Lisa. Apparently the floor was already sold out, so I originally bought 2 seats, close to the stage. Then decided, competely shitfaced, to buy 2 more tickets 12 hours later...on the other side of the stage. I'm hoping I can trade up, or something...cuz we were supposed to go as a group...and we won't be anywhere near each other, at this rate. Oops. I'll invite a whore...then stick Len with Lisa and take the whore for myself! YES! Wait...I dunno if I have the money for a whore. Dammit.

5. Counting calories and exercising appropriately is really easy till you stay up for 36 hours, and sleep for 15. It kinda throws everything off a bit. Yes, I'm trying to get rid of my gunt. Jackals.

6. After making spicy caesars, never underestimate how much of that mix ends up on your fingers. And never, ever, ever, decide to "rub the inside of your nose" after spilling tabasco on your finger. Alright, screw you, I was probably picking my nose without thinking about it...but now I have a runny nose, watery eyes, and a whole new appreciation of being 7 years old. Leave me alone.

After all that, I still don't have a subject. Let's start rambling again, and see if one jumps out.

I'm still unemployed...cuz I'm STILL waiting on EI (Employment Insurance). Normally they make a decision within 3 weeks of applying. After 3 weeks, they called me...and told me I hadn't turned in my ROE (record of employment) yet. I was told by someone in my immediate family that works for that branch of the government (who shall remain nameless...RENEE!) that I didn't need to turn it in, and they could look up a copy on their own. NOPE. Soooo....that delayed my claim by 3 more weeks. I should find out anyday now...but my dad is getting mighty pissed at my lack of paying rent, and general lack of direction. Should I just go out and get a job? Probably. But...here's the deal...what would you do?

If I get EI, I get 10 bucks an hour to sit at home, tax free, to do...sweet fuck all. For 35-40 weeks. That's a looong time.

If I get a job, I'll make anywhere from 13-18 bucks an hour...to actually go out and work, 40+ hours a week. That's even longer.

I've already been offered 2 or 3 jobs...that's not the point. I wanna do fuck all, dammit! 8-9 months of gettin paid to do nothing = travelling, baby!

I've been working pretty much non-stop, since I was 16. Only break I had was 3 months in Europe, in 2004. If you read my old blogs...3 months alone isn't exactly a break, believe me. Anyways, I've been off for 2 months now. It's been good, and bad, all at the same time.

I could blabber on about the "Rat Race" vs the "Perils of Travelling". It'd make an okay subject. But it's not cutting edge enough to hold my readers attention, ya know?

I'm sorry, I had to type that...it made me laugh hysterically. Why? Cuz...

a) The statement assumes I have readers who hang on my every word.

b) The statement assumes I have the ability to forge new ground on a debate that has been...debated...since "Allah" only knows when. ***

c) I've always wanted to use the term "cutting edge" in a blog. I feel so complete now.

*** I'm not a Muslim, obviously. I like goats, I don't feel the need to slit their throats. (Some Muslims do that...how random was that fact?)

That rhymed, by the way.

Anyways, I just wanted to change up the whole "God only knows" statement that has now become part of our lexicon. I am my own god....but I figured throwing "Tim only knows" in that sentence would confuse people.

Much like the last minute of reading did, I assume. Go confusion, fatty!

Okay....back to reality!



I considered deleting all of that, but I can't stop laughing at all of it, so I'll keep it. I realize how completely retarded it is, don't worry. If you need an explanation, refer to observation 3, back at the beginning. My mouth is on fucking fire right now, still, BTW.

It's 4:53AM. I played with my puppy a lil bit too...don't think I spent all this time writing for you jackals. Okay, I'm so stupidly drunk now, anything could make sense.

Told ya storytelling was time consuming. So is playing with a 15 pound dog, apparently.

Obviously, this isn't the most intelligent entry you've ever absorbed from yours truly. But look at it this way...if I get EI, you'll get to read many witty travel blogs in the near future. If not....you can read drunken entries like this! EI = entertainment. Penniless = disjointed randomness!

I wrote a reallly messed up drunken conclusion a while ago...somehow, it's not so poetic now, since I sobered up n all. It's 8:07AM now.

Bye!