Amberations

Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Wonderland meets Crappo

Toronto Trips in 3 easy steps:
1. Blue Jays Game
2. Bar Night
3. Wonderland

After Friday night's gongshow with the Autumn and the Alcan Party Kids, I awoke to a magnificent headache! That didn't stop us though; Ang, Chris (Ang's BF), English Adam and I headed out to T.O. for a Jays game, then over to Uncle Kenny's house in Oshawa.

Uncle Kenny's kinda cool- he looks like Shrek only not as large and sans green skin. He took us out to this hurting Oshawa bar called 'Excuses' we found ourselves making up excuses to get the hell out of there!!! A few beers later, Excuses wasn't so bad and we stayed til close, counting mullets and such.

Uncle Kenny made us a splendid breakfast and we made our way to Wonderland where we waited in lines and noshed on Ice cream sandwiches, fries, all crap crap crap!!!

(Random Crap Fact: Angela's hometown is named 'Crappo' I still find myself laughing insanely every time I think about it. Like, do they make T-Shirts saying 'City of Crappo' on them? Does her birth certificate say 'Place of Birth: CRAPPO' ? )

Wonderland was ok but heights are not my bag. It wasn't til Adam started chanting "WIMP! WIMP!" that I gave in and went on "THE BAT". I don't recommend THE BAT. I thought I was going to die on the evil death machine:


Anyways, hardcore Ang kept us at W-Land til 10pm; so we had 11 hours of line-ups, bad food, and quick thrills. You know, it sucked. Amusement parks are a waste of my time! If I want thrills I'll go outside and DO something that I have control over; why the hell would anyone want to waste a day standing in dayam lineups only to be thrown around by some machine? It doesn't take talent or control to ride THE BAT. It takes talent and control to climb to the top of Mt Work or surf a mad wave.
I only hope people haven't forgotten that the best rushes and satisfaction can be found when mind, body and soul are used to the max! Crappolicious!

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Friday, June 25, 2004
The search for delicious

The most delicious thing in the whole universe is fresh, cold water when you're so dehydrated and hungover that it tastes sweet. If you disagree with me, you are wrong!

I didn't mean to get so drunk last night, it just happened that way. Now that I think about it, it all makes sense. I drank a lot, and it is NINA's fault.

So there I was.
An innocent Amber at a Bedouin show. Already quasi-gong from the evening's previous events (dinner with G, puddle-jumpin in the wicked storm) I was naive.
I was foolish.
I was easy to feed beer to.

Let me tell you though man, there's some spooky shit goin on at elixir reggae shows. And I'm not just talking the 10:1 girl:guy ratio. The vibe is intoxicating.
Anyway, maybe it was the NINA, maybe it was the Bedouin (FUCKIN SHAWEET!), maybe it was the lack of will-power and tolerance on my part but for the most part I don't remember much other than Concert, Leaving Concert, Alcan house, Waking up at Alcan house. Oh and drinking things.
However, I did learn some fantastic drunken lessons that I will share.

1. NINA. Sounds innocent doesn't it? Don't be fooled, she'pure evil.
2. Adam is a stubborn English bugger who likes to lose arguments over the best Stereophonics song (Adam says 'handbags and gladrags', I say 'I wouldn't believe your radio'). I am right.
3. Eric has good taste in music. Start your morning off right with a little Rage Against the Machine.
4. Wanna get fucked up? Just drink Heineken.
5. Bedouin = ruleage to the MAX!
6. I am still gong.

Yes, 6 essential, lovely, life-changing lessons. You can thank me later.

Well it's that time again, run away from frenchboss time! I wish you all a weeks end of gongtacularness and delicious water!!

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Tuesday, June 22, 2004
when you're strange....

Just wanted to write a quickie to say how god dayam weird of a day it's been for a few reasons:

1. Frenchboss gave me a present (A PRESENT!!) . This is highly suspicious. What does he want? Is this bribery?
2. I have not spilled anything on myself yet today.
3. The Galvogill is broken and I've been at my desk almost all morning. I don't like this. Usually I have to run around and do things.
4. It's raining. It hasn't rained in a while.
5. My stomach is actin like a fool on me. It never acts foolish.
6. It is Tuesday and I am not craving wings.

This strangeness is making me uneasy. Yes, something strange is going on here. I also noticed a creepy thing too, that the Mona Lisa has no eyebrows.

We're also heading to a strange movie tonight after wings, it's an indie called "SUPERSIZE ME", should be good.

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Thursday, June 17, 2004
Hissy hiss hiss

I'd like to apologize for my excessive hissing as of late- it is very uncalled for!

But you know, work is sucking, ZRA sucks, everyone's going to Montréal this weekend with Cupercake, I'm not, that sucks, summer's flyin by, people are leaving, things are due, I'm a bit behind, I feel like sulking but I can't cuz I'm at work, I don't really want to go back to BC but I sure as hell don't want to be in Kingston much longer and ummm what else can I complain about? Oh yeah we lost our ultimate game yesterday and my legs are sore. Guess that's it for now.

On a good note, everything is temporary when you're a student, and I'm going to ORLANDO!!! Our AOE convention will be there over Aug. long weekend this year and I think it'll end up costing me about $200 since most of it's funded. What is there to do in Orlando besides Disneyworld? Beaches and rollerblading will likely be involved, but what else? Gongarooooo

Today, however, is a very exciting day for two reasons:
1. I'm going sailing for the first time ever after work with Captain Cupcake and the Alcans!
2. Me old fruit and nut, Adam, will be arriving from England at either 9 or 12 this evening! Adam left here last summer as a straight-edged non-drinker and somehow over the course of the year has been corrupted into a raging alcoholic. Smashing! Ang, Chris and I are taking him to Toronto next weekend for a jays game, some Wonderland action, and some friendly games of "let's get Adam farkled up on Tequila"

It just doesn't get much better than that. Blogging is so therapeutic.

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Sunday, June 13, 2004
It's a dog-eat-frisbee world out there

I figured if one thing would start my Sunday off right today, it would be some frisbee. Unfortunetly everyone I know in Kingston is either still sleeping or too hungover to play with me, so it's time for a little reminiscing instead. Ever seen one of those frisbees that is floppy and rubber? They're super fast and they don't even hurt you when you get wacked in the head (some of us are not very good at catching things, okay?!). Anyway, Sista Andres and I had this fantastic pink rubbery frisbee back in the day that we played 'dramatic frisbee' with. This was an extremely intense sport as you had to make every catch look spectacular; this meant incorporating unnessesary dives, spins, jumps, roars, 80s dance moves, whatever. I think there was usually music involved.

We messed around with the rubber frisbee for what seemed like many days until it went missing. Things always go missing when you're a scatterbrained Adams kid, so we didn't think much of it. Sadly, a few days later we found its chewed up remains in the neighbour's yard. I guess Sasha the dog had gotten a hold of it somehow. It really sucked to find it at the time... RIP cool frisbee.

Anyway a gorgeous K-towne Sunday such as today will be spent playin frisbee (I hope) and appreciating the little things; like the work, the food and the time I have to sit, sip tea and type out random shit on my blogger. That's right, best appreciate the present cuz you never know when the neighbour's dog might devour your frisbee.

Perhaps I had a bit too much tea this morning... Happy Sunday!

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Wednesday, June 09, 2004
No need to be afraid, I don't bite.... oh wait I do.

Even with all my mind-boggling mathematical statistics I didn't see this one coming. Sure I'd learned to expect irrational, immature things from myself, but after biting Samad's shoulder I realized my full immaturity potential. I once read about a six-year old girl who had outbursts of raging anger where she would bite her infant brother and run away laughing; pretty standard for a six year old, but a 23-year-old? C'mon now.

Anyway, last night I had a tantrum like that. These are thankfully a rare event and I've decided to pinpoint the triggers for future reference in hopes of eliminating such, ahem, bitings.

so here's a list

things that cause amber freak-outs:
-Lack of sleep
-Irritibility
-Preclusion
-Licorice allsorts

And if you re-arrange the 4 you'll see that the first letters spell the word PILL. As in, "don't be such a pill you crazy bitch!"

So where did all this pilliness come from? Well, I blame the change in season. There's something peculiar that goes on in me during the four season changeovers. Things either bug me so bad that I can't sleep like the dead or bug me so little that I question whether I'm still alive.
There's no in-between during the change in season, nope; everything's over- or under-load until full adjustment has been achieved.

Just thought I'd share in case anyone else is feeling wack lately. It's perfectly normal I think.

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Tuesday, June 01, 2004
the idiots are taking over

So today I'm at work in my cave when the miscreant boss comes in wanting to know what my graph means. When I politely explain the reasoning behind this exquisite work of genius, he replies with a quizzical stroke of his potato-like chin. Thanks loser. Now go bake me some potatoes or something in your brazing furnace.

People like Frenchboss are the worst kind of people to have as your boss because they try so hard to project that guru-like existence that you are reminded of that social studies 11 debate where the same chubby student council kid keeps raising her hand to share gaybar ideas about the helms-burton law as you fantasize about drawing multiple penises on her forehead.

Sometimes I feel bad for writing such mean things about potato-joe, but you know, I give up a lot of time for the guy out of the goodness of my heart and I think he is taking it for granted. He needs to go suck on a pineapple or sumpin. Maybe a potato.

hehehe well, I tried to be sweet, it ain't happenin' today. maybe tomorrow.

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