La musique: Green day- american idiot

So I'm co-hosting Trivia at Myron's tonight as part of the "trivia idol" competition.
COME.
It will be awesome fun.
If you have class, come afterwards. If you're working, quit. If your girlfriend won't let you, push her down the stairs. No car? Hitchhike!
It's that simple folks.
Come tonight and I will love you for ever and ever and ever. Chance are I may help you with the answers too, so yeah...
COME.

La musique: Float on- Modest Mouse

So despite showing up to the second interview with my face covered in scrapes, and showing up to the third interview an hour late and stoned. I am now employed.
I will be working in the Hardware dept when the store opens.
Those of you who are all excited about a new patsie with a discount on Home improvement products (you know who you are), shouldn't hold your breath. We don't get any discounts.
And I was going to build a treehouse.

La musique: Karma Fucking Cameleon

Sweet merciful Jesus.

La musique: Fight song- Marilyn Manson

Oh, so that's what it's like to get hit in the head with a beer bottle/cast/section of rain gutter.
But I digress...
I'm not even going to get in to that evening. What a train wreck. Apologies for any situations I may not have helped/escalated.

Ever wonder what possesses people to purchase Nike Shox shoes? I saw someone crossing the street with them on today. Does this person really have so much action in their day to day life that these are required? Are the errands they run that physiologically demanding that they need a certain amount of recoil in each step to recuperate? Not only do they look ridiculous, the cost a fucking mint. Perhaps they were FBI agents, Pro athletes, or superheros.

Another thing I thought relevant to comment on was Gabrielle's condom story (Sept 16th entry) I myself had a similar such event happen some time ago in my Wal-mart days. The enigmatic Nic White had purchased a ridiculous amount of discount condoms from the sobeys at which he was employed. At a party at Janelle's that followed these condoms were dispensed, thrown around, gatuitiously exploded, etc.
The following day I was at work at the Wal-mart sports counter. Searching around in my pocket for a pen, and obviously wearing the same pants as the night before, all that was thrown on the counter was a nice shiny trojan. The Middle-aged lady customer and her 15 year old son were quite inpressed.
Gone are the days when 15 year olds went to Wal-mart with their Mothers, now they go to house partys to drink essessively and tango with the fuzz.

La musique: You're a woman, I'm a machine- Death from above 1979

My environmental philosophy prof quoted fight club. Well, more really paraphrased it.
"From the beginning of our life we are trained to be consumers. Much of our existence is to own material products that we don't need."
It likely had to be adapted as "Working jobs that we hate so we can buy shit we don't need." Might not fly so well in a University classroom.
Trews tonight foos.


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La musique: Tribute- Tenacious D

I'd like to say I have a ton of bundeled up stories from my blog hiatus. I don't.
Apparantly I'm one of the 3 finalists to be a host for Myron's trivia. I'm not sure what to think about that. I'm not John Michael funny, or Joel sexy, I need to find someone with either or both of those qualities whom I can mooch off of with 'Big Daddy' Lorne style.

School starts in 2 days. Hurrah. Soon everyone's personal web journals will be filled with:
a) Stressfull stories about deadlines, exams, etc.
b) Sad stories about well-meaning procrastination gone awry.
c) Misadventures at the Wave
d) All of the above

I can hardly wait.