Inspirational

A week and a half ago, when i was still in calgary, i went out and saw one of the best movies i have ever seen. The Phantom of the Opera is absolutely awe-inspiring. The music is exceptional, the characters are brilliant, the script is moving, and the set designs are spectacular to say the least. Now nothing will ever compare to seeing the Phantom live, nothing. But to see it in all its glory on the big cinematic screens is a pretty damn good experience in of itself. Besides that, Andrew Lloyd Webber had a huge say in how this production of his much beloved play would come about. He helped to hand select the actors and acctresses playing his characters, he was there for their auditions and approved the musical score. Something that this movie allowed that the broadway production did not allow, is the big-budget musical score. When the cast cd came out in the 1980's, it was not a full orchestra as there was not the funds available to do so. However what this movie allowed is the full orchestral experince. It is beautiful...again it may not have Sarah Brightman, or Michael Crawford singing, but the singers of the new production are just as capable of capturing the magic and the essence that is embodied in the musical as the original stars of the Phantom. I mean, it has been a week and a hlaf, and still when ever the ads on the tv come on for it, i just continue singing to the score for the rest of the day. Anyways, i must be going again. too much to see and do in this town. Anyways, keep your hands at the level of your eye, and no, you have not yet reached the point of no return. Rightio, ciao.

*Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said good-bye! Imagine me, trying to hard to put you from my mind...or how about...Angel of Music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory!*
*Turn your face away from the garrish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light...help me make the music of the Night!*
*Anywhere you go let me go too.......that's all i ask of you!*

Amazing!

So, I am writing from Montreal today, and what an amazing city it is to say the least. It has been an extremely busy last few days here and there seems to be no sign of it slowing down anytime soon as well. But wow is all i have to say. The city is amazing. Calgary really does not have anything that compares with us, well, except for Banff, but that is banff. The other day for example, Melissa, Cameron and I walked through old Montreal, and as we came over the brow of a hill, the view to the new modern Downtown was spectacular. In one glance, i did a trip of three hundred years of time. It was a testimoney to time itself it seemed. The shopping here is amazing, i absolutely loved Saint Catherines, just the metropolitan look of it all, and Saint Laurent was so ecclectic, i couldn't help but fall in love. There are restuarants everywhere, and the other day we stopped in at Dunn's Famous. I had a burger, and unfortunately it was not one of the best ones I have had. I was hoping for better, but oh well. Just to say I ate at Dunn's was good enough for me. Stopped in at the Parasuco store...it was nice to say the least, I bought two shirts there, one of them was picked out by me, and the other one Cameron picked out. When we went in, he asked if he could pick out a shirt for me to try on, and i said sure, so off I went looking, and so did he. I was expecting him to pick out the outrageous thing they had there, but in fact he choose something that was really tasteful...i loved it, so i ended up getting two shirts. Oh my. The clubs here are really nice, a lot better than waht Cowtown has to offer. Just the whole attitude and atmosphere is different. People in Montreal it seems are there to have fun, as though they want to be out and about. There is so much to do here, and i mean the city may not exactly be the cleanest place on earth, i know that calgary is much better looking, but just the eclecticness of it all is just so inspiring at times. Anyways, i should get going, there is too much to see, and way to much to do to spend it all in front of a computer. Joie du Vive as they say here, anyways, au revoir, and enjoy life. Ciao.

Merry Christmas 2004

It was Christmas Eve and the Lord looked down from above at all his children.  It had been 2,000 years since the birth of His son, and turning to his youngest angel, the Lord said "Go down to the Earth and bring me back the one thing that best represents everything good that has been done in the name of this day." The angel bowed to the Lord and spreading his wings, descended from heaven to the world of man, all the while contemplating his mission.  So much had been done in the name of honouring the birth of the Christ Child.  For this day, wars had temporally ceased, cathedrals had been built, and great novels had been written.  With so little time, what could he possibly find to
represent all this? As he soared above the Earth, he suddenly heard the sound of church bells below.  Their tone was so beautiful that it reminded him of the voice of God. Looking down, he saw a small church whose bells were ringing out the carol, Silent Night.  As the final note died away, it was replaced by one lone singing voice inside the church.  It was shortly joined by a second voice, that embraced the first in perfect harmony, and then another, and another until a choir of voices rose through the night. Enchanted by the magic of what he was hearing, the angel found himself listening until the song was finished.  As he resumed his flight through the night, he was delighted to hear those sounds everywhere, from the largest cities to the smallest villages.  He heard melodies from massive orchestras and in the voices of single soldiers alone at their post.  And any place where he heard these songs, he found hope in the hearts of men. Grasping a song out of the air, he held it in his hand (Angels are able to do this) and thought that maybe, these songs could be the one thing that best represented Christmas.  They seemed to give voice to man's greatest joys, as well as hope to those deepest in despair. But, though at first glance it appeared to be the answer he sought, his heart told that this music alone was not enough.  There had to be something more.  So, he continued his flight through the night until he suddenly felt the touch of a Father's prayer on its way to heaven.  Once again looking downward, he saw a  man who was praying for his child whom he had not heard from in a long time, and who would not be home that Christmas.  Seizing upon the prayer, the angel followed it until it reached the lost child. She was standing on a corner, in a quiet snowfall, looking very small in a very large city.  Across from her was an old city bar, the kind that only the lost seemed to know how to find.  The patrons of this establishment rarely looked up from their drinks and so seemed not to notice the young woman. Now, the bartender in this bar had been working in there longer than anyone could remember.  He believed in nothing except his bar and his cash register.  He had never married, never took a vacation, and as matter of fact, had never been seen out from behind his counter by most of his patrons.  He was there when they arrived and he was still there when they left.  He gave no credit and for 75 cents, served shots of un-watered whiskey to people who used their drinks like a moat around their lives. For them, he provided a safe, unchanging world. Suddenly, the door opened wide and into this world walked a small child. The bartender could not remember the last time that a child had been in this place, but before he could ask the child what he was doing there, the child asked him if he knew that there was a girl outside their door who could not get home.  Glancing out the window, he saw the girl standing across the street.  Turning back to the child, the bartender asked him how he knew this.  The child replied: "That on this night, of all nights, if one could be home, they'd already be there." The bartender looked back toward the young woman as he reflected on what the child had said.  After several seconds of thought, he slowly went over to the cash register and removing most of the money, came out from behind the bar and followed the child across the street. Everyone in the bar watched as he spoke with the girl.  After a few moments, he called over a cab, put the girl inside, and told the driver: "J.F.K. Airport."  As the cab pulled away, he looked around for the child, but the child was gone.  And what was stranger still, even though his own tracks leading from the bar were still clearly marked in the snow, the child's were nowhere to be found. Returning back inside, he asked if anyone had seen where the child had gone, but like himself, no one had, for they also had been watching the departing cab,  And then, some would later say that the most miraculous thing of all happened, when for the rest of the night, no one paid for a drink. Later that night, the angel returned back to heaven, and placed in the Lord's lap, the wish of a soul for the happiness of another.  And as the heavenly host looked on, the Lord smiled.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

Oh, that felt guuuuuud

So much Sushi last night, so much sushi...no more raw fish for me anytime soon please, or fish eggs for that matter as well. But it was still a really good meal, for a really good price. I definetely think I got my $22.99+tax worth of sushi last night, it was all you can eat, and it was all that I ate. Mmmmm, the Eel was good, as was the salmon and tuna and all that other stuff that we ate. Oysters. So much, so much indeed. Except I have a lot of bruises on my shin from a friend. She found it quite entertaining to kick me last night from under the table. It hurt. Then again i did deserve some of those kicks with some of the comments that I made...hehehee. Oh and she really seemed to have fun hitting me with her purse, which I also deserved...hahahahaaa. Was nice to see Melanie again, and wow, she certainly has changed. A lot. She went from good innocent girl, to the closet slut of her res hall. Hahahaaaaa. Sexcellent. Anyways, saw National Treasure, was thoroughly enjoyable. I want it for my b-day...right. So last night I made an attempt to go christmas shopping, and that didn't happen, just ended up eating sushi. So today I must brave the commercial masses and try and find a scarf and a toque and like shirt studs(?) right. Anyways, I must be off, ciao!

Still Monday...aiyeyi

I cannot still believe that it is still fucking Monday...this is a load of horse shit if I have ever heard of any. God damn this, God damn that...blah blah blah. I want to jump off a bridge. Gah! Will it ever end? I do hope so, I am on the verge of eating from the vending machine! NOOOOOOOOOO! My christmas break and here I am at work, slaving away to help turn this gargantuan wheel known as the Market Economy. I say the hell with all of this...but alas I am in no financial situation where I have the ability to retire at 18. I can't believe that it was only six hours earlier that I last wrote here. That is how desperate I have become in order to help pass the time! So help me God! Or Satan, whichever one decides to act first and end my suffering here today...and nothing. Damn. Ah well. Ciao, for now...

The Deputy

Well, my reign at Pinebrook is finally done. Drinks all around! I cannot believe all the shit that hell hole put me through while working there, i am not impressed with them at all. Just how disorganized, and cheap...yes, cheap! People are willing to pay $46,000 to join, which is the second highest membership cost in all of Alberta to join this shit hole. I mean the kitchens there are disgusting, On the list of health requirements, the health inspectors list half the shit as unsatisfactory at the club. So disgusting. Fruit flies and mice....ewwwwwwwwwww. Why did I ever sign my soul away to work there? I mean, I missed out on a lot of shit and i was caused a lot of overdue stress because of the mismanagment there. Blah blah blah blah blah. And working on Friday and Saturday nights really did not help the case at all. See at least at GD, I am able to work during the day, and go out at night. And it pays a hell of a lot better and at least things there are organized. Oh, and at least at GD we are treated with respect, and were not always sworn at by the management. I swear the only reason why I would go back to that hell hole is if I was desperate out of work. And trust me, that would be quite the scenario. I really do not mean to boast or sound like a prick, but I mean, I am too good to waste my life away working at Pinebrook. Anyways, I polished my last silver spoon there, and drank four glasses of orange juice and ate three full plates of somewhat tasty food, though i am rather worried about it as it was made in those shitty kitchens. Oh what the hell. I am done there! For fucking ever! And now I have an even better reason to go out and get sloshed out of my mind! Better than even completing exams! Now that definetely says something. But along with the end of Pinebrook, comes the end of the infamous Sheriff and her Deputy. The world will no longer be protected from the evil forces as the crime fighting duo are retiring from their secret hideout based out of pinebrook. No more copious amounts of alcohol will be served as a means of fighting crime. So prepare ye the way of the crimelords! Bahahahahaaaaa....yeah right, whatever. The sheriff and her Deputy will never be severed, they are too good of a team! No, all that will happen is that a new hideout will be found. Somewhere, where they would be least expected. Hmmmm...how 'bout Timbuktu, or Tibet. Right anyways, I now have to go back to work at a place I actually like to work ate, though somewhat later hours would be nice some days...anyways, enough of this bitching, ciao!

*JUST GOT WORD OF A FOAM PARTY ON BOXING DAY!!!!!!!!!!! ANYTAKERS? YOU ALL KNOW MY NUMBER! GIVE ME A CALL!*

FINALLY DONE!

Oh my fuckin God, I am finally done! No more exams! Yeeeeeehaw! And yes, it is now time to go and get pissed out of my mind to celebrate...yeesh, i sound like such a college guy right there....hahahaha, so true tho. And I cannot fucking believe that i got an A+ on my term paper in one of my classes, and i bloody well started the fucking thing the morning it was due. Go Team Me! ANd people are now home from university, and I am so excited to see them all! Yes yes yes yes! And only 9 friggin days till I am in Montreal....Hahahaaaaa! Now I just need to make it through my last shift at that hell hole also known as Pinebrook tomorrow, and then I will be as free as a bird to do what I please! And since I also got my pay check too....this is just grand, which means i can now afford to get people presents! And those gifts are gonna be more than just a pad of paper or a random white bowl of some sort. Wow, i cannot believe how fast this term flew by, it seems like it was only yesterday that I was at my first day of classes, and was getting lost on the campus, but I seem to have things worked out now. Wow, i am so gonna miss my History prof and my Religious prof, they were both so cool. Especially my religious prof...a middle aged british women with diagnosed adult ADD, it was great...she was so much fun. Wow, this is gonna be so weird seeing some old friends, like I have changed so much since they last saw me, i wonder how this is all gonna go down with them...I mean i went from semi-innocent andrew to a friggin so-called Bar*star* in a few months time...and yes, i even now own a few Diesel shirts, which I know i swore i would never buy, but oh well...oh well indeed. I do wonder how every one is doing. Ah well, i must be off, my next shift in hell, i mean Pinebrook starts in less than 8 hours, oh this is gonna be painful tomorrow...anyways, ciao!

Oh the adventures

Well, Cameron is back in town, and yehaw is all I have to say. So Melissa, Natasha and I met him at the airport and that was cool. Went to Moxie's afterwards for some lunch, that turned into a two hour feast to say the least, and it was really nice to be able to catch up with him, and see how life is treating him out in Montreal. Talked about a lot of things, including the New Years Bash that I am going to in Montreal with Melissa and Natasha and Cameron. And then from there the real adventures began. Went and picked up a mattress for Natasha cuz she doesn't have one. That was entertainment tying this mattress to the top of the jeep. We used so much rope to tie it down. And then the driving began. Cameron and Melissa had their hands out the windows holding the mattresses down so that they wouldn't slide everywhere. And then I opened to sun roof to make it easier for Cameron to hold the front down. I can only imagine what it must have looked like from the outside looking in. Bahahahaaaaaa. But it was a slow and cold drive to Natasha's as every single window was open. At least we had some good music playing to make things bearable. So got to Natasha's and then cut the mattresses off and carried them in. Cameron and I carried one in, and then Melissa and Natasha attempted to carry the other one in. Oh it was entertaining to watch the two of them try and carry it. Melissa at one point had the mattress resting on her head as Natasha dropped her side. It provided quite a few good laughs. And then once we got to the door, Cameron and I carried one of the mattresses in and threw it down the stairs. It got stuck part way down adn was bent in a shape that no mattress should ever be subjected to. And then trying to get it through the door at the bottom was fun, only took out one side of the door frame. Threw it in Natasha's living room and inadvertantly turned the tv on. Grabbed the other one and put it down, and then Melissa and I were off. And that was over by 4 in the afternoon, and Cameron had only landed at noon. So I mean it really did not take long at all for our adventures, or, as some would call it, our misadventures to get started. And then there was the night. Where do I begin? Perhaps with the beer at Limericks, or the beer, Jager, and Prarie Fire at Coyotes, or the beer, Tequila Poppers, and Stella at Tequila? So, so much alcohol. Too many black outs. And apparently i was completely tanked out of my mind as Melissa says. Haha, too true, I spent over $110 on myself. Holy shit that was a fuckload of money. Gah. But for what it is worth I thoroughly enjoyed myself. And then of course there was the camera. The pictures taken at the bars weren't so bad. But back at Natasha's, I crashed on the mattress on the floor and pulled the blanket over my head. And just as I was dozing off, Cameron ripped it away and well, the pictures that were taken can explain the rest. And with regards to those pictures...shit is all I have to say. And I am going to try my darndest to make sure that I will have the only copies of them around. Damage control indeed. And then today, well, today was fun. Went out and watched Ocean's twelve with the Musketeers (Natasha, Cameron, Melissa and Myself) and then grabbed some A & W. And then changed and went over to Dena's. So we drank a bit at Dena's, chatted with Mala who was over, and just joked and talked about random stuff. Had a lot of really good laughs. And then we were off for Melrose. Had a very good time there, made a lot of unique memories there. For example, our table being rained on. There was a water leak somewhere in the lounge and it was dripping onto our table and getting us wet. So there was water running down the walls, and was dripping from the ceiling, and it was really drenched. But we enjoyed ourselves and made it a ongoing joke of the evening. As our waitress found out....
The Waitress - "Can I bring you guys anything else?"
Me - "How about an Umbrella?"
Ah the poor girl, it was her third night working and she was stuck with this. Well for her troubles we left her an extremely nice tip...$20 or somewhere just over that. And also the fact that she managed to get 10% of our bill knocked off because of the raining ceiling and walls. Oh and the Cameras. My god, we were the Paperozzi table. Flashes going off here and there and everywhere. At least four pictures were taken of the water running down the wall. And then there was our individual close-ups...and I want to destroy mine, I look either extremely high, or extremely tanked. One of the two. But I thought I looked more stoned that sloshed. Oh, but I got so pissed at Cameron tonight, Melissa said afterwards that I looked just absolutely furious with him, and I was. He asked me if I wanted to go on a blind date with one of Brittany's friends (Brit is Cameron's ex) and i pursuited it and then came to the conclusion that it was Jake. I was not impressed at all, and was actually really offended. And I guess that came across loud and clear cuz Melissa backed off with the laughing immediately and as I said before, apparently according to her I just looked absolutely furious. Hmph is all I have to say. But anyways, despite that little incident, I had an absolutely grand time out. I can't wait till tomorrow and especially for Montreal in three weeks time. Oh my god, and it is only Friday. Shiate. Such a busy, packed weekend, and one that is definetely going to b full of blackouts. So many adventures already, so much fun, and who knows what else is in store for the rest of the weekend. Anyways, i must be off. It is now 3:20 am and i am exhausted, and with the way that things are shaping up for tomorrow, i need all the sleep i can get. Haha, ciao!

Lavender? I know its supposedly relaxes...

you are lavender #E6E6FA

Your dominant hue is blue, making you a good friend who people love and trust. You're good in social situations and want to fit in. Just be careful not to compromise who you are to make them happy. Your saturation level is very low - you have better things to do than jump headfirst into every little project. You make sure your actions are going to really accomplish something before you start because you hate wasting energy making everyone else think you're working. Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.

the spacefem.com html color quiz

How interesting

Tis the season!

Christmas is coming! *does the happy dance*
So with the snow falling down here in calgary, and the christmas trees and lights coming on, it is definetly beginning to look a lot like christmas. I was out yesterday lounging around Holt Renfrew and it was just amazing as per usual. The beautiful clothes, and all of the christmas decorations. So nice, so nice indeed. But there are the christmas carols starting up on the radio now and there is nothing like christmas carols on the radio to get me into a festive mood. Before yall know it i'll be wearing red suit saying HoHoHo...well, actually no, i would never be caught dead in such an outfit but anyways. I think when i officially came into the christmas mood though was last week when a friend and i caught the movie The Polar Express. It was soooooooo good. I loved it, and for a computer animated movie, they did a pretty good job of it. I really thoroughly enjoyed it. I have always loved the christmas season, i know it starts earlier and earlier every year it seems which i find detracts from the overall joyfullness of it all. But despite all the commercialism of it all now i still love it. There is such an aura built up around the holiday, so many traditions, both family and society related. It is just something very special. Meh, i can't think of anything more to say, besides, i think enough has been said as is. Well, only 19 shopping days left till christmas day! Ciao! {Now isn't that a scarey thought eh?!}

Well then!

Wow, it certainly has been a while since i last stated some opinions and whatnot. So it has been an absolutely insane few weeks, and it looks as if there is no slowing down whatsoever in the near future, well not at least until after...uh...january? I finally got called back to work at that hell hole Pinebrook. The only reason i sold my soul and social life is money for Montreal. Which by the way i booked my tickets for. How exciting indeed. School has been school. Managed to finish ever single term paper on time, like, finishing them just an hour before they were due and then handing them in. Best example is my 8 page history paper that was due today. I started writing at 9:30 am and was finished by 1:30. And i must say it is perhaps one of the best essays i have ever written. I just love this time pressured shit. It makes me drive and strive for my best. Been going out quite a bit despite the workings going on. People are fun as per usual. Haha, set a new personal record of 15 shots and a beer in under two hours a few weeks ago. Twas great fun, made a mess of devinah's car though... And things aare shaping up yet again to be very busy. Good friend flies in next thursday for his b-day, shou;d be good fun. Then exams, and then friends return from university. Gong Show! and then crhistmas, and then Montreal. So busy, so little time. And i must be off. It is two twenty in the morning and i just finished my shift. Blah but it is money in the pocket. Rightio, cheers and ciao!