La musique: Walk idiot walk- The Hives

I seem to have developped a penchant for hanging up on people that piss me off at work. I'll let you know how that works out.

Saturday was a blur. I'm sure I "saw" all of you, that doesn't meen I SAW you. I do vaguely remember being courted to do trivia. However that seems to happen a lot with little to no action on idiot's part.
I also talked with a couple of the Hells Angels in attendance. I may or may not have asked them to open a chapter on PEI.

August 8th is the baseball game
*edit* that did say 7th, but the sunday falls on the 8th, my bad
Is this feasible for all involved? Enough notice? Reply please.
Me love you long time.

La musique: Let's kill ourselves- The Ponys

So I dreamt that Ichiro Suzuki was traded to the white sox. When that happens you'll all be knocking down my door to pick lotto numbers.
Then again I also dreamt I was on the roof of an abandoned parkade do army training with my Dad that consisted of throwing chains at dinner plates on the ground.
I also dream exessively about Amsterdam.
Psychoanalise THAT.
August 7 or 14 for the baseball game?

La musique: The clash- London Calling.
 
A weekend of alcoholism in point form.
By Matt Ling
 
Friday night:
-Went to Sabrina's party.
-Funnelled some mix of whiskey/rev/beer.
-Dodged thrown Fruit.
-Broke a broom.
-Drank out of a baseball helmet.
-Most of the above was due to hyperness. When party was broken up by a motherly presence, we decided to go to Andrew's, and I drove. We were pulled over when the ghost car next to us saw booze in my car while we were yelling at a Sam Roberts Look-alike.
The Tally:
Ranna-$110 fine for open liquor (what a team player)
Me- $60 for expired registration (which is actually a smaller amount that registering the car)
Obviously I was fine, as the cop felt no need to breathalise me, or bring it up for that matter.
Saturday night:
-Went to Chad's
-consumned an unidentifiable amount of beer and red revs.
-Went to bar, obtained free pitcher.
-Danced up front, BY MYSELF. THE ENTIRE TIME.
-Left the bar, sat on ground in front of Capones and looked homeless, was promptly called homeless by a group of Lebaneese people. Promply told the "Fucking Lebs" to fuck off.
-Life was saved by my sister, who seemed to know "The lebs"
-Hopped a ride in a Winnebago with a few people I knew. No one knew who owned the thing, or where we were going. But was given SCORES of free Rev.
-Ended up in Stratford (coincidentally the house next to Coranna's but I didn't notice).
-Blur.
-Woke up in Ranna's comfy, comfy bed.

La musique: breakfast at tiffany's

Fuck.
currently:
- Drunk/hungover, on the fringe, I guess.
- Sporting several large bite marks on my right shoulder/bicep.
- Covered in pen salutions to my mother.
- The smell of beer and/or vodka and limes and/or rum and cokes is currently seeping out of my pores.
- I can taste nothing but ashtray.
- I'm covered in a lot of sand.

God bless Trivia.
That was the most fun I've had in a long, long, time. Somehow we came in 3rd place. Our team name wasn't mentioned, we were standing at the front of the stage and the bar tab was mysteriously passed to me. I wasn't asking any questions. I think we drove to Tracadie.
That being said, it's 8 am. I'm at work. Fuck.

La musique: When everybody loves me, I'm gonna be, just about as happy as I can be.

So my horoscope called for a 5 star day. So far it's livin' up to the hype. I was scrounging for food to take it for my lunch in usual pre-payday fashion, and my mom just said: "Want some money?"
"Well, no shit."
$5.75 pitchers are back at Trivia. Tonight. Go. I work at 8am, so no excuses.
All those involved in the Stratford v. WinSlow game should post when a good day is for a game (Either day of the week, or specific day). Then hopefully we can work something out, it's long overdue, and Tyler's getting antsy.
On another note, I really want to change my middle name to "Action"
Matt Action Ling.
Action is my middle name.

La musique: White devil- Alexisonfire

So all last week my supervisor kept telling me she was disapointed in me, only she wouldn't tell me why. She'd only say it was something non-work related, then reinterate how disapointed she was. On Saturday the same (drunk) supervisor told me it was because of my "excessive" drug consumption. Not that I'm contesting the "excessive"ness, I'm just curious a) Who would have told her, and b) Why it matters to her. I mean, sure I come to work stoned, but she doesn't know that.
It seems that everywhere I work there is not only a healthy rumor mill, but usually it revolves around me.

La musique: Vera- Pink Floyd.

This is getting really weird. I keep having dreams that things are going to happen, and they do. For example, I heard Greece beat Portugal 1-0 in the final of Euro 2004 (actually I read it on tsn.ca) and I was like: "Yeah, didn't that happen yesterday?" I just shrugged it off to me getting my days mixed up (I was on backshifts). I dreamt that me and Dave put a full size golf hole (tee, fairway, green, etc) in the front yard. The next day he suggests we make a driving range in the back yard. Last night I dreamt that someone I haven't talked to in a really long time, did something that kinda "opened the door" so to speak (At least that's how I took it). I'm being vague, because it's what I do best, but the exact thing actually did happen today. What to do about it however, is another story.
I don't remember any of these premonitions until they actually happen, and when they do, I get a huge sense of deja vu. I don't think I'm turning clairvoyant by any means, maybe just crazier. Makes you wonder though...

La musique: loving the alien- VR

I still get the Wal-mart staff discount at Wal-mart McDonald's
I haven't worked there for almost 2 years.

I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 last night.
Amazing, simply amazing.

To you know who you are: Wow. That's all I can say, wow.

La musique: I snuck into the Live show.

Is it possible to be both a lover and a fighter?

I've decided to get a bit introspective. After all, this blog is about ME, Which is obviously of some interest, otherwise you wouldn't be here.
At the moment:
*I'm big on: Beer, Dope, Polaroids, Blue polyester jackets, Coranna, Velvet Revolver, High Tops, Yogurt, Sunshine, Andrew and Rob's apartment, Sleeping, Free Stuff.
*I'm not such a fan of: My job, George W. Bush, My father, bills.
Wow, I thought I could think of more things I hate than that. I'mma blame that on the late hour.
*My Fears: The big one now is that for some unknown reason, I can't throw a baseball at all straight. What if I can't throw straight again, ever? I'm scared I'll loose loved ones, be a failure in life, and that man has irreperably damaged this planet, among other things. I'm scared of a lot of things.
*Last 5 albums I bought: Contraband- Velvet Revolver, Watch out!- Alexisonfire, The Vines- Winning days, The Haunted- One kill wonder, Death cab for cutie- Transatlanticism.
*My life would likely be easier if I only liked one kind of music, or none at all. Ignorance, they say, is bliss.
*I hurt myself a lot. Don't worry, I'm not a 'cutter', But I do end up injured a lot. I'm not sure yet if it's intentional or not. Maybe subconsciously intentional, if that makes sense.
*I wish I had a shower, and lived in town. I love town showers.
* I make "rock and roll signs" with my hand while sleeping. How hardcore is that?
*No matter how old I am, Whether things are going super or shitty, I always miss 'the good old days'.
*I'm not really, really, good at anything.
*Myself in 5 words: scatterbrained, impulsive, contained, bipolar, and mawkish.
* # of the above qualities I enjoy: 2. But only to a certain extent.
Feel free to add whatever you see fit.

La musique: big machine- velvet revolver

All of my dogs except the retard white one are completely petrified of thunder and lightning. So in the midst of evening nap, I was awoken by the whimpers and whines of three dogs directly next to my bed. It was like taking care of my own three helpless, furry children. I do know however, that any real children of mine in this situation would be climbing radio towers taunting Thor to smite them.

The job for which I was applying pays MINIMUM WAGE I haven't worked for minimum wage since like, 1997. I almost asked them "So, you're looking for a bilingual University student to drive to Mount Stewart and work for minimum wage?" I did actually tell them, that since it meant making $3 less an hour, I'd stay in this cess pool for the summer unless they could make it more attractive.

Canada day was fun, but uneventful, Considering I had to here at midnight, I got pretty fucked up. I lost everyone quite quickly, and Me and 'ranna got some Chinese food, Roamed the midway, and watched the fireworks. At first I was kinda upset at missing the shows/festivities, but considering the good times I did manage to have, plus the rain, plus the double time and a half backshift pay I got. It all worked out pretty well.

La musique: Baby got back- Throwdown

My right thigh/ass fells like someone visciously assaulted it with a baseball bat. If it was your table I fell over that is causing this wretched pain, I apologize.

My Canada day present to myself is the inability to sit down.