La musique: Rooster- Alice in Chains

Last's night feature was a much anticipated Lord of the Trivia- Return Of the Ling Those in attendence:
-Myself, Shannon "There's no z in Gretzky" Goeseels, Taylor "Jerkbird" Lipton, Sarah "the walking compliment" Connell, Adam "Lost love child of Jesus and Gandalf" Stetson, Jamie "I have a boner" Johnson, and Roch Voisine's #1 fan, Rob MacMilan.
Did I miss anyone?
As promised, we won. We also got second too because we're dirty fucks and made two sheets. Individually, one of my best performances ever. I knew the majority of the questions, and the ones I didn't, my teammates filled in perfectly, it worked quite well.
It should be known that Rob has the best fort in the world under his bed, me and Adam gave it the time last night. BOSS AS HELL. Saturday is Janelle's party. Not that often I get a chance to drink myself blind as inevitably will happen, I just hope I don't pass out in the garage again. especially when there's comfy, fluffy, snowbanks.
Hope to see you there.

La musique: she bangs- Ugly UC berkley Student from Hong Kong on American Idol.

I think I want to go to Canadian idol, mangle some song, make a big fuss when they don't pick me, just to get on TV. Options include "Achey Breaky heart", "The Thong Song", or maybe "Who let the Dogs out?"...
"Why do you wnat to be the next Canadian idol?"
"Mostly to support my rampant crack and kiddie porn addictions, but if I got to meet that Clay Aiken, that'd be super cool too."
Any suggestions/encouragement will be appreciated.

Also, anyone that wants to backpack through Europe with me anytime should let their intentions be known. This is likely another half assed attempt at adventure that will inevitably fail, but it's nice to dream about. It's something I reallly want to do, maybe this summer, maybe next summer, maybe when I'm 40. Certainly whenever i have the means to do it.

Fuck I wish my computer at home worked.

La musique: Note to self: Don't Die- Ryan Adams

I'm at work on no sleep, and it's cold as ol' hell. I keep having these bizarre dreams that I don't want to get into here. I haven't been sleeping well at all. Too many people read this for me to spill it the way I'd like. Time to invest in some loose leaf I guess.
Halifax is coming! I excited, but oddly nervous. I can't quite figure out why, but this whole trip is surrounded by feelings of aprehension and suspense. I think I'll feel better once we get on the road. It's the preparation for these things that usually phases me. Let's all hope I can leave that province without being crucified.
"Note to self: don't change for anyone/ Note to self: don't die/ Note to self: Don't change for anyone/ Don't change just lie."

La musique: deformative- black eyes

I going to HALIIFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAXXX!
That's right the land of Colt .45 and trevor will be visited by a pack a those nutty PEI kids including crazy matt, G-rock, and $$JD-money$$
Graffitti, climbing, jumping, and other alcohol induced debauchery will no doubt ensue.
"PEI has y'all in a headlock, Halifax." - ms. major-danger.

On another note, I attended LOTR as well tonight with PEI's one and only white wizard. At the end, after asses are kicked, I couldn't stop thinking of the "We did it, we did it!" Dora the explorer song. This is what happens after working in a toy dept for a few years and having an ex who is a day care teacher. It was a long movie and I never did see that Harry potter fellow in it either, I also ended up being late for work. Like it matters, I fucking own this place anyways.

La musique: (see below)

Dear Matt,
Every now and then you hear a song that is just what you need. It's so perfect that you'd even think that song was written just for you. Just to clarify, it wasn't. Also, you're totally skewing the meaning, but hope you like it anyways.
Yours in making out and baby making,
-Karen O, Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

Don't hold on
Go get strong
or don't you know
there's no
modern romance.

Time, time is gone
it stops stops who it was
well i was wrong
it never lasts
there is no
this is no modern romance

in time, time is gone
never last stops who (s)he was
well i was wrong
never lasts

this is no
there is no modern romance
there is no modern romance
this is no modern romance
there is no there is no

La musique: yeah yeah yeahs- maps

"...they don't love you like I love you."

I've read over half of Catcher in the Rye tonight. Part because it's an awesome book, and part because I have Hell's Angels waiting after it. 2 days off + 2 days backshifts + 2 backshifts left = One wonderful amount of facial hair. A little look I like to call "The Dan Pollard"

"Part hobo, part vagabond, ALL Dan Pollard" -Beard aficionado

"Transcends your run of the mill homelessness." -Facial hair monthly

"Matt Ling is being overrun by evil!" - University of Calgary Gauntlet

"... they don't love you like I love you."

She loves me! Karen O's going to bear my children! I heard it! Didn't you guys!? Oh, Fuck off.
* sidenote: Karen O's- Excellent name for a cereal.

La musique: Pulmonary archery- Alexisonfire

feeling schizophrenic.
"Hey megalomanic, you're no Jesus, yeah you're no fucking Elvis."
Colts over Eagles in the super bowl.
"I can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars."
Sheldon Sourray wins Norris Trophy.
Everything about you is contrived, fake. I want to throw a brick at your face. It's too hard. You're too far away. no. you're too close.
"Sick of the same old cheese and crackers."
one of my resolutions was to stop thinking about you. no, not you. don't be so vain.
I have a keyboard. A good one. A bass soon.
"Roll over beethoven."
My computer's broken. and it's fucking cold.
"pleasant taste- some monsterism."
Roger Clemens? An Astro? Houston= 2004 world series champs.
"like a martyr I drove myself harder and harder..."
tomorrow I buy new shoes. some compact discs perhaps. some cologne. a zip up hoodie. adapter for keyboard, return pants. frequent value village. Visit CNIB, DMV, post office, bank.
last note was so I wouldn't forget what to do. why can't I forget what I want to, and remember what I need to?
I don't know why, but:
"when it comes to rockin' something fierce, boy, do I."

La musique: dead leaves and the dirty ground- the white stripes

Chamber lane was fun. Lots of beer and sing alongs. Lots of interessting women too, I balked on a couple to just go up front and sing with my friends. I don't think bars are the right place for me to meet women. Any type of relation that does occur ends up making me feel empty. Depending on the girl, my emotions get skewed, and things end up for the worst. Objectifying women, even if that's what they want, is something I do way to often, and I hate it. My momma taught me better than that.
Many of you seem to think I have a penchant for driving drunk. You'll be happy to know that I skillfully guided my auto to a parking lot where I awoke at 8 am this morning. That shit is never going to happen. EVER.
I'm going to sleep. Back at 'er early again tomorrow.

La musique: NOTHING. My car radio's broke and I work to much to hear anything but the bitches and whines of retarded french people.

Hey Megan Best, if you read this I had a dream I saw you on sports centre winning goal scoring titles. Keep reaching for that rainbow kid.

I also had a dream I was at Watts and showed up in my underwear, and no one noticed until I made a mistake on a call. Said mistake was broadcast over some sort of P.A. and everyone laughed at me, then added; "Oh yeah, HE'S IN HIS BOXERS TOO!"
It's clear now. I obviously have way to much sex in my day-to-day life to dream about it.
Shut up.

La musique: Don't say Sarah- Wave (long story)

I just realized that I'm working for twice as many hours as I'm sleeping all this week.
13 hours work.
1 hour driving.
6 hours sleeping
4 hours misc. (tv, preping lunches, wanting to die)
This can't be good.
At least I'll be rich. Overtime rules

La musique: the outsider- apc

Today I spent the day doing what I find to be the most theraputic of all things. Chopping wood. Seriously, from noon to like 5, chop chop chop chop chop.
For real, I think the world would be such a better place if everybody chopped wood for like a half hour a week. It's so destructive and constructive at the same time. You're fucking shit up, but for a purpose.

Screw anti-psychotics- chop wood.
Therapy, scherapy- chop wood.
"Shock treatments today doctor?" - "Not today nurse, we're going to get Mr. Johnson to chop a cord of wood."

You get this weird rush of power. You have tool of total devestation, and a completely defenseless, imobile object to destroy. Now I know how Dubyah must feel.
How much wood you chop is completely irrelevant. Your goal is to vent all the anger, frustration, and hopelesness you feel on this poor, pathetic, piece of birch. Amount chopped helps these feelings, you get a certain sense of satisfaction when you look at the pile, but it's a sidebar. The real key is to not stop hitting that stupid log until it's fucked.

wear women's panties?- chop some wood.
cry whenever you hear the Barney song?- Yep. Wood.
fantisize about little kids?- Shoot yourself man, that's fucked.

And when your lungs burn, heart is pumping, your hands blistered, and your arms feel like spaghetti. You stop, get a drink of water, then stack the wood you've chopped. Destruction-Creation, it's all a cycle.
After all the good wood chopping's done for you, isn't it time you hugged your axe? Man, I sure wrote a lot about wood chopping, I guess I am manic.

La musique: Remain untamed- Turbonegro (listen to these guys- effin awesome)

I drank very little, but it was one of the better Saturdays in a long time. I hopped groups of friends a few times, I didn't mean to ditch anyone, I hope no one got offended. It was good to see a lot of people I hadn't seen in a LONG time, most of the responses I got were mutual.
Had a few beer, I eventually met up with Tony and the wonderful Ms. Major and Ms. Cook. Vodka and Limes, Drunken dancing, and screaming ensued (breakfast at Tiffany's?).
Afterwards we headed the the "after party" at a Mr. Dan McRae's house. Drugs were smoked, pictures were taken, some of us drank more, others passed out. I got to meet some pretty cool cats, pretty good time all in all.
P.S. Next holliday, all I want is a REMOTE CONTROL FART MACHINE. DO IT.

La musique: Peaches- Fuck the pain away

Last night was wicked fun. We went to trivia (on a friday no less) and lost horribly. There wasn't many people there, but we had a good crew. And I drank A LOT of beer. I yelled at big city a lot and cut a rug. I woke up at Janelle's covered in pen. My left arm has "suckin on my titties like you wanna." the back of my hand says "I want to lick Matt's taint (?)" and across my knuckles reads "I (heart) Janelle." Good times. It's a Saturday. Let's get nekkid.

La musique: auld lang syne

So it's 2004. Let's hope it's better than 2003. If I don't die, it should be. The events of New Year's eve are rather entertaining so here goes:
The evening (and ensuing countdown) were spent at Chuck and Jane's where a select few of us drank, killed russians, then drank some more.
Following the countdown me and Chuck decided to take the two man party to the inn on the hill. En route we smoked up next to some oil trucks, took some pictures, and stopped at hot shots. Hot shots you see is my Dad's bar of choice. For those of you who don't know, I'm not a huge fan of my Dad. I think my plan was to beat him up or something, but my Mom asked me an interessting question: "What would you have done if you'd found him?" I couldn't come up with an answer, perhaps it's better I didn't find him.
We arrived at the inn, the stumbled around until we found someone we knew (Shannon) after a brief chat with her, we somehow walked into an open, random room. There were a few people there, a couple of whom were hot girls. We somehow got invited to chill for a bit, and we smoked a lot, took some pictures, and I realized I was in a few classes with one of the girls. Only on PEI.
After that, Chuck suggested we go to Steph's to look for Andrew and Rob. We (eventually) got there only to wake up Jamie, Robyn, and Sarah. I don't think they were impressed. I think we stole some gum somewhere on the way home, and the next thing I remember is waking up to the first morning of "204"
Happy New Year Everybody.