matty and mich and skye came over last night. we hot tubbed for like, 2 hours and ate burgers on my deck. whilst listening to some indie bands of choice. thee oneironauts, a kickass band headed up by our friend, the illustrious adrian jewett, and fallen year, with the guitar majesty of johhny lane. yeah. they're awesome. so we chilled out at my place for a bit, then we picked up kev, as to complete the posse, and headed up to skye's phat palatial estate in (location deleted to protect the innocence)which took a while, cause its in the middle of nowhere. but thats cool, cause skye is rad and i don't mind driving her home.

we jumped on skye's trampampoline and played with her gorgeous perfect little cousin hannah. she's 1 and a half, and is truly all that i have ever thought perfection could be. it was interesting, when we were playing with her, i couldn't believe how young she is, and how incredible it is that she is going to experience so much. thats magic. like, whats better than that. she literally has an endless set of possibilities. there is nothing that that child cannot do. there is nothing that she cannot accomplish. she's hope, embodied in a person. and the crazy thing is, there are millions of kids like that. the reality of that sort of struck me last night. and it was awesome.

we left skye's and met kev's (hereafter referref to as ndpizzle, cause he's a commie bastard) friend mike. we chilled with him and got pretty small and laughed for like, the whole time. he told us that he missed hanging out with witty people. nice ego boost. so we joked and laughed and had a killer time and today is beautiful so i'm going for a run and gonna lift some weigts and watch my little sisters play cause she's gonna be an actor just like me and maybe matty and skye will come and we'll go out after and everybody will be happy.

i'm great

your great

lets have a tea party

i'll bring the scones.

cross out the eyes.
cross out my eyes.
i'm wearing a pirate hat
i'm a pirate of love.
choked
but it happens
hopefully something will wash these dreams of you away
because i can't stand these dreams anymore


on a lighter note, i'm gonna be in West Side Story with Heinz Winckler, the South African winner of american idol. the south african version. haha. i think i get to slap him in one of the scenes. thats fucking awesome.

stupid ryerson called me today. that school licks my nuts. je n'aime pas.

i'm gonna have a pop star in my hottub shortly. she'll more than likely be ontop of matty h, but hey man, a pop star is a pop star.

i'm going for a run. it's raining. i don't care.

i never wrote about the weekend. this picture sums it up pretty well.



so small. all weekend. like, shit man, that was somewhat ridicoulous. flu came up and we bought harry potter tickets, then we bought a copious amount of a word that can be found inside the aforementioned children's hero's name with kev and matty h. then we drank beer in a park and got small and played tri ball. tri ball is easily one of the best games on the planet. i won my first tri ball match. it was a good time. then matt came in and won. but whatever, no one can take away the pleasure of my victory. then on saturday it was kat's birthday.



kat's the blonde one.

so it was her 19th birthday, so we took her out for dinner and got her hammered. it was a good time. trust me. then we hot boxed flu's car, because we thought it would be a good idea. and it was. until the road lines turned into hundreds of little elves. was that ever a mindfuck.



then things were a blur and girls were horny and i was scared because we were up in the middle of nowhere (the drive up actually had a point. clay hills, was the point)and then i think we burned more and went home. i don't really know. fuck......



i think too much. i do too little. this it my problem. my mind works way too fast for me to write or say what it is thats going on for me. which is unfortunate. do you ever feel like your trapped inside your own head? i guess its sort of like that. although it sounds quite stupid when i say it. bah. i dunno. it's as though i'm seeing all of these things that no one else seems to see, and i wish that i could show them to everyone because their absobloodylutely incredible, and.......maybe i'm the only one who sees it.

make a wish, i'd love to see you when the summer sun sets down.

and drive and drive and drive until moonlight reflects off youre oh so pretty eyes

hemp neclaces and bracelets like you once wore

i still wear one

on my ankle

i'm like some sort of modern day hippy.

sorta.



and driving and driving and driving all the way to nowhere, because nowhere is fine to be with you.

i think

i don't really know

it's something i've always wanted to be

call me back tomorrow

call me back when my head stops spinning

cause right now i don't think its good for me to be out right now.

no its not safe for me to drive

cause everything is silver and shiny like that dress you wore that night.

like the moon that night

but there was no moon, there was only moon for a moment

but thats ok because a moment

is

all

i

need