Wednesday, September 13, 2006
I finally moved back to Halifax permanently, or as permanently as a year lease can be. Last week was a pretty busy week, in addition to moving into North St, I finally removed all of my extra furniture from Willow St, reclaimed my books from Holly and Gerry's, gave up my Coast delivery job again, practiced twice with Die Brucke and played our first show in almost three months, went on an interview for a position at the Dalhousie Law Library and I'm sure I squeezed something else in there as well.
Things have been hectic after being relatively slow for the months of June, July and August. I'm in danger of spreading myself thin again, which is a never a good thing. I am always spread thin, who am I kidding?
I was pretty bummed out for a while, especially after the CBC choose to not renew Street Cents. It was all pretty anti-climactic anyway so I don't know why I used it as an excuse to act bummed out. I should have been prepared for it long before August rolled around. My kept sending me motivational emails, which were very sweet, getting a few decent freelancing assignments near the end of the summer only served to make him confident in his efforts. I don't know maybe he's right, but I don't really believe in fate.
Toast doesn't always fill up the black pits that appear in your stomach, but they go aways towards combating them.
I got called a 'faggot' by two guys in a car yesterday. Once someone messaged me on the internet and called me a faggot and I replied "mmm yes, I love big dicks." Apparently they weren't a big fan of the movie 'Heathers' because a year later at a party in Sydney Mines the same guy started getting mad at him for 'mouthing off' to him on the internet.
When I didn't apologize with enough sincerity, he convinced three guys to follow me out of the party and try to pick a fight with me. I don't know why he didn't do it himself, I'm not Apollo Creed. My friend Steve held one guy back as he tried to punch me...again...he punched me three times in the head before Steve had a chance to restrain him, a chance that was only presented to him after my girlfriend of the time, Sonya, hit the guy in the head with a beer bottle.
After getting called a faggot yesterday, I wondered whether I was wearing pants that somehow gave off 'faggot' vibes. Maybe I was wearing them too low or too tight. I don't know.
I bought black cords today at Winner's. I guess that's not very tough, but is being tough synonmous with not being 'gay', I don't think so. Chris Keller on OZ is pretty tough, so is Tobias Beecher, especially when he went through that Metallica facial hair phase.
Things have been hectic after being relatively slow for the months of June, July and August. I'm in danger of spreading myself thin again, which is a never a good thing. I am always spread thin, who am I kidding?
I was pretty bummed out for a while, especially after the CBC choose to not renew Street Cents. It was all pretty anti-climactic anyway so I don't know why I used it as an excuse to act bummed out. I should have been prepared for it long before August rolled around. My kept sending me motivational emails, which were very sweet, getting a few decent freelancing assignments near the end of the summer only served to make him confident in his efforts. I don't know maybe he's right, but I don't really believe in fate.
Toast doesn't always fill up the black pits that appear in your stomach, but they go aways towards combating them.
I got called a 'faggot' by two guys in a car yesterday. Once someone messaged me on the internet and called me a faggot and I replied "mmm yes, I love big dicks." Apparently they weren't a big fan of the movie 'Heathers' because a year later at a party in Sydney Mines the same guy started getting mad at him for 'mouthing off' to him on the internet.
When I didn't apologize with enough sincerity, he convinced three guys to follow me out of the party and try to pick a fight with me. I don't know why he didn't do it himself, I'm not Apollo Creed. My friend Steve held one guy back as he tried to punch me...again...he punched me three times in the head before Steve had a chance to restrain him, a chance that was only presented to him after my girlfriend of the time, Sonya, hit the guy in the head with a beer bottle.
After getting called a faggot yesterday, I wondered whether I was wearing pants that somehow gave off 'faggot' vibes. Maybe I was wearing them too low or too tight. I don't know.
I bought black cords today at Winner's. I guess that's not very tough, but is being tough synonmous with not being 'gay', I don't think so. Chris Keller on OZ is pretty tough, so is Tobias Beecher, especially when he went through that Metallica facial hair phase.
