I'm genuinely considering wearing my suit when I leave for my trip in an attempt to pick up desperate, middle aged women in airports or on the plane. I'll have to work on some fantastically fraudulent story about what I do for a living and how rich I am.

"So kiss me, and smile for me."

So after a weekend of epic debauchary and me basically giving PEI a big "fuck off", I'm sitting at my computer way to amped to sleep. I may not sleep for the next 10 days. For those of you "not in the know", I bought a one way ticket to Calgary on Thursday and I'm getting off this pebble for a while. Money talks, and apparantly there's a lot out there for a resourseful young chap such as myself.
I am by nature, impulsive. But I've never done anything this adventurous before in my life. I wish there were words to describe how I'm feeling right now. It's a mix of nervousness, excitement, doubt, hope, and sadness. Obviously there's a lot of things I'm going to miss about PEI. A lot more than I thought of when I started planning this trip. The fact that I'm shedding all familiarity and that BOOM come April 5th most things about my life will be totally different completely blows my mind. I'll have never been so "on my own" before. Through a lot of introspection the past couple of days, I tend to fluctuate between 100% down and totally fucking scared of this whole situation.
What I've been wanting for a while is to be get the most out of life. This seems to be the most responsible, well thought out, most supported plan I've ever come up with to do so. If I all come back with is a few good stories, and more debt, then so be it. If I didn't do this, I would always wonder "What if?" and that's not something I can live with. I hope that explains it well enough for people I'm leaving behind.

Live Life? You may talk the talk Matt Ling, But it's time to walk the walk.

Dear Blogger:
I may or may not be hammeered.
I may or may not be goiving you my full love in unedited glory.
I may have gotten into a fihght.
I definetly won said fight.
I may or may not have thrown myself down the stairs, toppled mailboxes, broken random patio lamps, and genuinely contemplatedstealing a gumball machione.,
Where was Chuck when I needed him? I would've gotten that shit.
I have to work in 9.33333333333333333 (etc.) hours.
I suppose that's not too bad, But that's time that could be spent sleeping ins tead of givinf the DCHarlottewn poilce enough fodder to put me wawey for a looooong time.

My mind has been too racy to sleep normally lately. I lie down, turn off the lights, but I can't stop thinking about stuff. Nothing in particular, just stupid rubbish I really have no need to be thinking about. With my senses depraved, my mind races, I'll have to consiously have to try and stop thinking. Obviously the more you try to not think, the more you end up doing it. When I'm at work, I'm a zombie because of no sleep, and on my days off I get nothing done because I sleep all day. Eventually I just give up, turn on the T.V., and next thing you know, you've just watched all of Blow, and it's 5am. I'm starting to think that the only way I'm going to get to sleep on a regular basis is to consume half a bottle of Imovane and a pint of rye each night, but that could get expensive, not to mention depressing.

My life will be a lot easier once I stop falling for girls I will never have.

Koko-B-Ware had just won, attention shifts to the excepitionally creepy Pee-wee Herman doll on the table.
R: "You know what an awesome idea would be? To strap Pee-wee into my passenger seat and drive around with him there. You know, park at the mall and stuff. Can you imagine getting out of your car, looking into the car next to you and seeing him buckled into the passenger seat?"
*10 minutes of laughing*
M: "His arms are poseable, so you should just get a giant crucifix dildo and wrap his arms around it."
R: "Naw, I think he's creepy enough by himself."
M: "Yeah, you're right, that shit's expensive anyways."
M: "You'd honestly have to pick up as many hitchhikers as possible too."
R (To imaginary hitchhiker): " 'Sorry Buddy, Pee-wee always rides shotgun, my girlfriend gets really mad at me, but that's the way it has to be.' "
R (To Pee-Wee): "See Buddy, I told you we'd make some friends tonight, I'll make sure we take the the long way to wherever he's going so we have a chance to make nice. .... No, he doesn't smell ... Shh! Pee-Wee, he can hear you!"
M (Apparantly in the back seat with the hitchhiker): "Don't mind me , I'm just admiring the shape of your skull."
R (To HH): "Yeah, where are you going? ... OH ... well, we're going to have to go to the other side of town first um... I promised uh... my brother I'd get him... uh... a hamburger."
M: "Pee- Wee wants a soda too."

DRUGS ARE FUN.

I don't know what's more unwholesome, the fact that there's kids shows on at 3:30 am, or the fact that I'm watching them.