someday, i want to be out on a date, in some random place, like a really crowded fancy restaurant, and have the song "i believe (when i fall in love)" by stevie wonder play, then get up with whatever lady i'm with at the time, and just dance. no matter where i am. just dance.

i think the cute girl from work is coming to watch paul's band play with me on friday, which is pretty rad. however, matty is going to new york for the weekend (cocksucker) and michelle is going to sarnia, and i dunno about kev, which worries me. cause i said that some of my friends are coming. i think i said that. and i dunno who else would be into watching it. and as much as i actually would like to just go with cute work girl, i dunno if that would be awkward or not. like, if she'd be all "uh....why is it just us". or if she'd be down with it. i dunno. it's sorta odd. and i'm deep in thought about it. i think that i'm thinking about it too much. i think that i should probably just be like "yeah, it's just gonna be you and i". like, take a stand of sorts. act with balls. cajones, as some cultures say. i feel like the biggest emo kid in the world right now.



so yeah, any suggestions of how i should handle this situation would be greatly appreciated. because i am an idiot and don't know how to do things. except rocket science. i am so down with that.

guava is a wonderful fruit

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this is my 69th post. heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehe.

i woke up smiling today. singing. i was singing in the shower and singing to my new belvedere cd and just feeling beautiful. i spread the musical love that is paul norrish today at work. i burned cute girl a copy of his cd and asked her if she wanted to come watch him and his band paperkillsrock play on friday avec moi. i'm hoping that instead of her thinking i'm a clumsy dumbass, she finds me charmingly befuddled, much like hugh grant. i realize that thats a pretty big longshot, but hey, i'm a dreamer, right? so pray for me to whatever god or anti god you choose.

i think i actually have the best job in the world. i'm basically a camp counsellor without having to deal with parents. and i get paid more. and i'm the only guy on staff. the only drawback? neon orange city of bramptopia staff t shirts. but i think that thats an ok tradeoff.

i'm really digging this pete yorn character's music right now. get the song "for nancy". vurrrrrry nice.

beautiful european girl leaves for her european vacation on thursday. le sigh. when she comes back i fear i will have to ravish her in the nicest of ways.

i wanna grow long hugh grant-esque hair. but i can't actually do it. i'd look way too damn ugly.

my neighbourhood is like this really weird stepford wives-esque place where you don't meet your neighbours until you realize you work with them. one of the counsellors at my camp is my neighbour. i have never seen this girl. ever. which is odd. she's totally rad though, so it's good. we share a love of causing shit and making fun of children. the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

i havent chilled with the posse in quite a while. this needs to be remedied. so i'm gonna remedy it. later black people.