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started the job until a better job comes around job today. It was great. I used to work there before the movies this summer, gave them one day's notice and they told me to leave right away. So they let me come back. Hah, as soon as I got there, total disrepsect from the bosses. And only the bosses, though I must say I like the people i'm working with.

This bruise that runs from my left arm to the middle of my chest across my collar bone isn't helping things. My sister said it could be fractured so I guess lifting those 250 car batteries 10 pounds to 60 pounds wasn't a good idea. Actually it was a fucking terrible idea! Now it hurts to cough. Damn communists. It's always their fault!

The seemingly good people i'm working with now kind of helps shadow my hate for that place. I don't want to work there long. If it were only a week, i'd be happy with that.

Aside from that, i'm looking forward to this Christmas season. For some odd reason, the last few were kind of emo but that so far seems to be past and I think it's going to rock!

I feel like writing more, but there seems to be something good on Discovery Channel, so i'll post something good tomorrow

home and the city

Home and the city are two complete opposite things. Home doesn't have any buildings taller than two stories, no shopping malls, hell, there aren't any stop lights either. A lone 4 way stop lies in the center of this little village. It's so small, i'm not even sure you could call it that. But it is always nice coming back here every little while.

Here is where the family is. At least a good bunch of them. Good to see some of them tonight, and tomorrow again before I head back to the city.

It's so peaceful here and everything seems to move in slow motion. It makes the city seem like a scarier place, everybody in a rush to get somewhere, to do something in different places, to not talk to mostly everyone around them unless there's a good reason or they know them.

Around here, I seem to know everybody. Every time I come back there's someone from my childhood or a family friend. You talk to pretty much everybody. In my experiences in the city, you keep your mouth shut and look straight. Which seemed odd to me, especially when I say hello to someone just being nice and them giving you the shun.

Perhaps one day i'll move back to this place. It has everything you need and it proves that having the latest technology isn't high on the priority list because you enjoy life for it's most basic wonders. But for now, I'm a city dweller. I have huge dreams and aspirations and i'm gonna ride this wave as long as it lasts. I know i'll get somewhere some day. I know there will be great things. But I know when it's all over, there's one place i'd like to come back to, and i'm looking forward to that day as well.

collarbone blues

So I've applied for a few jobs in Toronto. Few editing gigs that range from 3 to 6 months. So if I get that, I think i'm gonna go. Otherwise i'm waiting here for the next three months for the movies to come back to Ottawa which i'm not even guaranteed a place on. Oh well, i'll become a pilot.

Tomorrow i'm running out to send around some resume's because i'm starting to run low on funds. Firstly I think i'll stop off at Canadian Defense and apply for a spy position. After that, i'll stop off at the local Mafia front, which by this time of the year is probably an Inside as opposed to the Front. See if I can start off as a wiseguy so I can get made by christmas.

My landlord is a nut. Which reminds me, new place in January. It'll be a few weeks before I find out though if that new place will be in Ottawa or Toronto.

.....or Kitchener. but that's a high probabilitty of not happening.

bring on the money.....watch it go!

So I finally get a cheque from the workshop. It was wet. Stupid rain and landlord dropping it in the water. anywho, take it down to the bank at 4:40. Bank closes at 4:30, but is open until FREAKIN 8:00pm on a THURSDAY! So I go back thursday and there's a father with his 2 year old and all the girls are like "awww, wook at the wittle cutie. you are a wittle cutie aren't you. yes you are! yes you are!"

Then they finally leave and then lady bank lady says, "sir, you forgot all your papers here!" and the guy, whose son is sitting on the back of his neck, spins around and the kid teeters off one side and the father catches him right before he falls 5'9 feet to the ground and all the women in there are all, "(insert huge gasp sound here)," and i'm thinking give meh ma money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" then I leave.

So now I have more than $3 to my name and think, i'll do the right thing and spend it right now so that doesn't happen again. So what do I do, spend a hundred bucks the next day on beer, pizza and poker. Fucking poker. I never win at poker. Though I did better this time because I wasn't as cocky and didn't go all in exept for 3 times, one of which was the fatal blow to my poker streak of wonder. Fuck.

So after this, 9 beers what have you, what do I do? Go out drinkin some more! A few hours later I find myself singing Bohemean Rhapsody in some gangsta bar after all these people finish singing their country tunes and I (along with Jerry and Robin) rock the joint like it's going out of style. Then it did go out of style and we left.

Then cabbed home after some 33 year old stopped me on the side of the road in her boyfriend's truck and asked me to go home with her. I told her I already had a wife, a mistress and a nanny and that was too much for me to fathom in my drunken state.

So until this money thing starts looking good i'm going to be no-alcohol jamie for a little bit. Though I think I got myself drunk off of water when I was little, i'm not going to resort to that. That was a one time thing when everybody was playing tea with my sister's set and I was 7 and I was downing the cups of tea like they were shots and kept sayin, "pour me another, pour me another," that was good water. But it's only funny if you do that once.

Check back early december for details on THE UNEMPLOYED BASTARD video project. Should be fun and I hope it happens.

cheers folks

WRITE

It was a good time to start writing, he thought. He had a lot of idea's that he figured were quite good and it was the time to get it all written down on paper and make something of these thoughts that were spinning in his head the last few years. So he got to writing. He wrote for days and days which turned into months and months. Years later he was still writing.

As he went through life, he came to realize that he would not be able to do anything with these writings he had made his life's work in previous years. Life had changed quite drastically as to how he had thought it would be for him. So one day he went to a remote spot out in the country and buried his writings in an old trunk. He kept a map to the exact spot where he buried his writings all his life. When he died, his son found the map and set off on his journey to find whatever this map led to, as it told nothing as to what was buried at that spot.

The son put the map in his car the night before he was to set out to on this trek and went to sleep anticipating what he would find. Though there were magnificent things to be found in this trunk, they were just not meant to be found by the son. In the middle of the night, the son's car was broken into. No witnesses and when the son arrived to the car, there was no map.

To this day the old chest full of the man's writings is still buried in some remote spot out in the country waiting to be found. The man never talked about details when it came to the writings, only that they would be found when they were meant to be found.

Unfortunately it came to be that the son wasn't meant to find the writings.

Fozzy are HUGE rock stars

Rabbit in your Headlights - UNKLE possibly best music video i've seen in years


It was an entertaining show. Headed by none other than a profesional wrestler turned rock star, Chris Jericho, they were alright. Probably a little more funny than good, but they were entertaining throughout which made it good. Met him after the show and got a picture with him, but he said it wasn't going to be as fun as taking the 4000 pictures my two friends (who were girls, obviously) asked to take with him.

Wrestling last night did a tribute show to Eddie Guerrero, who died on Sunday morning. They said he was found with in the washroom of his hotel with his toothbrush in his mouth. They're saying it was heart failure.

Saw Bobby Will this weekend to. The famed Sliver Knudsen and newly attributed the Chef Lapdance. I didn't ask why, but I should have. He's talking about going to teach English in China this summer. And here I am stuck just scraping by trying to make it in this tv/film industry.


I'll give myself some time to keep at it and try to make it but if it doesn't work out i'm going to do one of three things, maybe all three.

I will either

1. Move to Australia and open a lemonade stand on a beach and only accept foreign money so I can see it all and amuse myself when taking it to a bank and them either telling me just to leave or not knowing what to say. They have Bank of Montreal's in Australia......right? HAH!

2. Travel the world dressed in a dark suit, wearing dark glasses and try to look like a spy or undercover agent. I'll pretend I have a walkie talkie in my watch and i'll have a pack of cigarettes, that upon opening them aim it around like it's a hidden camera. Every now and then i'll run real fast to get people's attention on me and if I am gaining too much attention by the PO-LICE, i'll throw a smoke bomb into the ground and disappear like a ninja.

3. I'll move to Hollywood and sell cocaine. Because we all know, that's where the money really is.

randoms

Just finished a weekend of work as an AV Tech for an acting course. Wasn't a bad weekend, getting paid. Sure liked it better than being out in the cold for 14 hours with no scheduled break, or washroom break for that matter. All that and no cold or sickness. Awesome.

Went out drinking last night which made it harder this morning, but it wasn't a crazy night. no big stories from that one. Drank a bit tonight too with the actors/actresses which was neat. The teacher dude was the guy from the Fido commercials. He knows his shit. I know not much. I go Telus :)

Starting to write a movie script. I've watched it in my head a million times and can see it being done 4 or 5 different ways. I'm thinking of doing two scripts of the same movie, both with a different concept. I know i'd love to see a movie like this, and so would a lot of people I know. Bad thing is most of the people I know can appreciate non-mainstream blockbusters. Though I think this would make an impact. I shall begin that soon.

Might be going to see the band Fozzy tomorrow. I don't know what to say about them, not sure if I like them much at all, but i'm going nonetheless. I need to get out to more concerts. I need some better music exposure.

greatest sleep ever last night.

Last night I didn't get to sleep until 9am this morning. I spent the whole night feeling like I was going to be sick and I felt that I was weakening. At 8am I just went to the washroom and puked my guts out so I could get to sleep. It was wonderful. Twice, I could have projectile vomitted, but I didn't see the need to fill the wall since i'd have to clean it up later. Next time though, i'll try to find a place where I can projectile vomit good.

I did get some sleep though, I tend to dream in the mornings after i've woken up the first time. Had three dreams, actually and they were all weird. Got punched in one, took a train in the other and the last one i've forgotten fully now. If they were worthwhile, i'd have written it down right away, but they were weird dreams so I didn't bother. I've had better ones i've written down.

Had soup for breakfast at 7:30pm tonight and I feel less like death. More like rot now.

It's all funny because my aunt offered to give me a flu shot on sunday and I said no, because the last flu shot I got actually made me sick. Two days later i'm got the bird flu and am starting to die.

I wish I had a pepsi here......