I went to a punk show the other day. Normally I don't frequent these sorts of things, but Aaron's band Ender was playing there so I went out to see them. I had planned on bringing someone along because we all know how much I simply love going places with LOTS of people that I don't know. No one could come with me. Everyone was working (boo to work!!). So I did end up going along and let me tell you, I sure felt like I stuck out.. Especially when I first got there.. Well, not when I FIRST got there, but after that.

So as I pull up, Aaron and the rest of the band were just about to leave to go to Chinook to buy one of the guys some booty shorts to wear. (They were QUITE frightening let me tell you.. And he wasn't actually one of the guys in the band.. So we all had to put up with him madly ninja/seizure dancing all night..) Anyhow, after I said hello to Aaron and gave him his birthday card (it was his birthday that day) I went over to where the rest of the people were sitting waiting for things to get going. I have never seen so much black.. Everyone was wearing jeans with either a black shirt, or a black sweater, or a black shirt and a black sweater. There were a select few who were wearing some sort of coloured shirt, but had a black sweater over top. I was wearing a forest green type coloured shirt. Everyone there also had either black hair, blond hair, blond and pink hair or black and pink hair. And there I was with my green shirt and red hair.

So I walked around to the side of the building and parked myself on the sidewalk to wait for either Aaron and crew to get back or for things to start. After a while a few more people wearing coloured clothing came and it started to feel less like I was colour blind. Except for the pink I suppose.

So the show went on and I got a free Ender cd (which Aaron has been promising to give me for about the last year..) and it was actually pretty good. Most of the time you couldn't really hear any music, just either loud screaming or very loud distorted sounds that may have at one time resembled instruments. And then there was the rather amusing ninja/seizure dancing. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, just picture a ton of guys in the middle of a circle kicking their legs and swinging their arms impossibly quickly to the beat of the songs (which was also rather impossibly fast.. This is why it was rather unpleasant to watch the booty-shorted guy dancing..). At one point Aaron joined in and was promptly punched right in the face, breaking his glasses. Good times, good times...

Rochelle was supposed to join me after she was done work, but Ender went on before she could get there, so she didn't bother, especially since there was only one band left anyway. I highly doubt she would have enjoyed the music anyway, being more of an r&b fan. After Ender was done, but before the last band had started, I made plans with Rochelle to go to Tims so I headed out of there. I would have stayed to hang out with Aaron for a while longer, but it was getting late-ish and my right ear was going slightly temporarily deaf, it being the one closest to the speakers.

It's funny.. Up until that night, whenever I pictured Aaron in my mind, I always saw him as he was two years ago, when I first met him. This was why I didn't seem to know him anymore, because obviously he wasn't the same as he was two years ago. But now, for some unknown reason, it's almost impossible to even picture him in my mind as he used to be. I'm kind of sad that I've half lost these memories of him (the memories are still there, but he looks like he does now in my mind), but happy at the same time that he doesn't seem like a stranger to me anymore.

I don't like that everyone else has changed, while I've stayed the exact same. One person in particular, whose name I will not say, has me rather irked. And it's not even as if he's done something mean, in which case I would be allowed to be irked at him. He's just grown older, matured, while I am still the same me that I was two years ago. I don't even hardly know him anymore. His new self doesn't seem to have time for childish me.

I'll get to see him tomorrow, but part of me wonders if I even really want to. Anytime I see him, his real self and my memory of him don't mesh. I just want things to be the same as they were.

HELLLLLOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I come to you now from my BRAND SPANKING NEW LAPTOP!!!! WHEEEEEEEE!!!!

And that's all I'm going to write for now, because it's late and I'm far too surrounded by various forms of packaging.

I got a call from my friend Dan today. About two months ago he informed me that he was going to keep an eye open for a dirtbike for me. A little while after that he told me he was still keeping an eye open and that when he found one I had better have some money for it. Well, turns out he found one. According to him it's perfect for me and only 3000$... Obviously with me going to Scotland for school and having to pay for, well, food and res, there's no way I could get a dirtbike now. Especially since it would sit around for the entire year whilst I was away. I did feel kind of bad that I couldn't get it. Not only because I wouldn't have a dirtbike, but also because he had sounded so excited when he told me he was going to try to find a bike for me. I was also a little doubtful that he'd actually call me if he found one. Especially since I didn't think he had my number. Granted it would be easy enough for him to get it from someone else, but still.

Actually, now that I think about it, Dan is very, very good at following through with things he says. Even when he's absolutely piss drunk. Like when he said he'd teach me how to drive a dirtbike. Well, when he first said that he was tripping out hardcore on mushrooms (yes I know.. I have wonderful friends...). Then the next night when he was rather drunk, he brought it up again and we decided that the next day for sure, he was going to teach me. The next day rolls around (this was when a bunch of my friends and I were camping in case you were wondering) and Aaron (the guy with the dirtbikes) left early, so he never did get to teach me, but not because he said, oh yes, I'll teach you, and then completely forgot about it. Maybe I'm just used to people who say that they'll do something and then either forget about it, or just not bother to ever do it. Kind of like Ted putting on my closet door.. and my phone jack and my electrical plugins and..... Oh well.

P.S. I just killed a mosquito by hitting it against the wall..... It was a rather large mosquito. There is now a rather large dead mosquito splotch on my wall...

NEW POEM! NEW POEM!!

I had planned on writing this post up later, but I'm near enough in the mood to write it that I think I will just do it now. :>

So I got back from Ontario last night, or rather, very VERY early this morning... It was a fun week and a half. I won't go into all the details, because most of them are rather boring, or, to read about them would be rather boring. Suffice it to say that I spent most of the week and a half either swimming in the lake, partaking in various watersports (tubing, waterskiing, knee-boarding, going on the sailboard) or sun tanning because it was 35 degrees almost every single day!!!! :>

I had an interesting adventure on the sail board.. (Windsurfind board minus the sail and attached to the boat) Hali, a girl named Nera and I were on the board when Ted stopped paying attention to where he was driving the boat and ran over a HUGE rock that's only about 6 inches under the water. There was a buoy alerting boaters and the like to the existance of said rock, but as previously mentioned.. Ted wasn't paying attention. So there was a great loud scrape when the boat ran over the rock and the motor snagged on the buoy and took that along with it. So Ted stopped the boat as soon as he'd realized what he'd done, but of course, unknown to us three on the sailboard, Ted had stopped so that the rock was directly below us. When the sailboard isn't moving it is very, very difficult to remain balanced, so we all toppled off. Hali and Nera had been sitting, so they didn't hit the rock hard at all, but I had been standing on the sailboard and when the board finally tipped me off, I kind of jumped off it and therefore came down very hard knee first into the rock. I hit the rock hard enough on my right knee to cause some nerve damage resulting in a numb patch that lasted most of the rest of the day. I also got some scrapes on the back of my left leg. Due to the very resilient nature of my veins, I have almost no bruising at all, but do have some chunks of skin missing from my knee. It's just lucky that the board hadn't still been moving, or I would have huuuge gashes all along my leg. Not so fun.

I also got a kneeboard to the nose, but that was earlier. Seems I was the one elected to be hurt this year. (Apparently every year at least one person gets at least somewhat hurt. Wheee..)

Another sailboard adventure Hali and I had was on the last day that we were there. My mum, being the spotter at the time, wasn't paying hardly any attention at all, so I decided to jump off and see how long it took her to remember to look in on Hali and I and discover that I was missing. I had been hoping that Hali would jump off too, but she didn't. It would have been so much more effective if my mum had looked back and found nothing but a white board and no children to speak of. As it was, I jumped off and the boat continued on, and on, and on, and on... They probably would have gotten all the way to the other end of the lake if Hali hadn't started yelling and screaming and got my mum's attention. So they weren't as far away as I had hoped, but my mum did start watching us much more closely and I was left bobbing in the water for less time therefore greatly reducing my chances of being run over a boat. Which would not have been very pleasant at all.

So all in all it was a lovely vacation involving lots of sun, water, and naming of woodland creatures. (A family of baby chipmunks for examples, whose names I cannot remember anymore. I do know that there was Al and Francine, but the other two, no idea. We also named two fish who seemed to like our company quite a bit Ernie and Eeshie.)