I'd bet that the reason that both the Flames and Canadiens failed to take leads in their respective playoff series' is that I shaved my "playoff beard" for a job interview. That's the only plausible explanation.

Fuck I'm lonely.
I miss girls, and making out, and dancing to crappy music. I fall in love with every girl who smiles at me on the bus, and it kills me inside when they get off and I say nothing. Even if I had the guts to say something, it's not like I have a lot to offer. I have about $60 in my pocket, no job (yet), and I'm crashing on my friend's couch. I am the epitome of a bad catch. Falling in love isn't a hard thing to do, everybody's got something worth loving, the catch is finding someone who will love you back.

Vince proving victorious despite a combination of a ten second camera timer and slippery ass ice.

You'd hardly know I had just thrown up behind that tree minutes before.

Possibly the best picture, ever.


Atop a 8000 ft. Mountain: "I wonder if I could climb that icy metal roof." Moments after carving "PEI 4 LIFE" into the wooden rail.

How not to travel to Banff:
Thursday night was ladies night at Ranchman's.While Janelle and co. took a limo there I watched the hockey game and drank colt 45 by myself. This turned out to be a BAD IDEA. I had polished off two and bit when Vince showed up to get me. I got to Ranchman's, danced a lot, rode a mechanical bull, and drank $7.00 Keiths. When it came time to leave I was loaded off my ass. I somehow got on the roof, and called a bouncer a "homo" when I was told to get down. I got down, and for some reason removed my pants so I was standing in the parking lot with my pants around my ankles, until I fell, then I was lying in the parking lot with my pants around my ankles. Fortunately, none of the cowboys went Brokeback mountain on me. We went home and I drank some more Colt, but its pretty hazy.
So the next day, we (Vince, Janelle, Nancy, and myself) were due to take our road trip to Banff. Suffice it to say I was rather hung over. I thought all was well and good when we stopped and I got two Gatorade, but things definetly weren't all well and good when I threw up those gatorade all over myself in the back of the car. I spent the earlier parts of the trip wet from puke and feeling miserable. I started feeling better as the day went on and we did some really cool stuff. We rode a gondola to the top of sulphur mountain, we saw all kinds of mountain goats ("Don't chase them, they'll kick your ass." -Vince), and we went for a dip in the upper Banff hot springs. Everything was fantastically fun, and we took lots of pictures.
Happy Easter everyone!

It's amazing how easily a seemingly rock-solid friendship go apparantly go to shit over one party's inability to do anything condusive in aiding said friendship. Yeah, sure I've moved three time zones away, but all is great, thanks for not asking. Of course it didn't hurt my feelings when you bailed on like all three of my nights out before I left, hope the KFC was great. I had no problem moving all my shit out of the apartment, but thanks for offering to help.
You've got to realize that I love you like a brother, but even before I left you were acting very condesending and self-absoarbed, to the point where other people were noticing it too. I was/am beyond trying to figure out the motives of your passive-aggressiveness.
Soon I'll fire you an email and maybe send some pics to touch base. If don't want to reply, fine, all I want is to be able to share this experience of a lifetime with one of best friends.

Wow. What a city.
Most of this morning was spent completely lost and confused, but kind of in a good way, I hopped on a quasi-random bus and got off in a pretty sketchy area. There were used needle disposal cans and a man with aluminum legs in a wheelchair yelling about how the world is coming to a end, so I gave him the rest of my meatball sub and listened to what he had to say. There was a lot of indecipherable mumbling. The only words I could make out and remember were "AntiChrist" and "Apocolypse"
Eventually I found my way to a downtown mall which is bigger than any I've ever seen. I bought a cell phone and checked out HMV, etc. If you have some sort of sweet long distance plan and want to talk to me, fire me an email because receiving calls doesn't cost me shit.
After the mall I took a looooong walk to 17th Ave and walked down it for even longer in the hopes of finding Megatunes. 17th Ave. is everything a shopping district should be. I checked out a headshop, there was a sweet store with DJ equipment, records, and t-shirts, another with skateboard/snowboard gear, and eventually, Megatunes. The entire purpose of this ridiculous walk was to find this place to see if the had deftones tickets. So I walk in and ask the guy and he goes out back and gets one, and when I ask him how much he wants for it he tells me "Not to worry about it." A friggin' $50 ticket, free! Made the trek completely worth it. So to make it up to him, I bought a sweet tshirt and the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs disc. 30 Bucks for everything. I am awesome. By a complete fluke I walked outside and realized that there was a stop for a bus that would take me home. I got out 4 effin' stops early because I still don't understand this whole mass transit system. But I walked the rest of my way back singing at the top of my lungs and feeling on top of the world, and really, what more can you ask for?