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Work was interesting today. We had little to do and a lot to think of what to do with the time we had a lot of.

At one point, we had tape balls and went into a 35 minute hunt for eachother. It was fun. Then we were planning on playing poker, but the transport came early and we worked as fast as we could and ended up leaving at 10 instead of 12.

Then we were going to go have some beers but the other guys ended up not being able to go out, so I waited for the bus while the beer guys were getting off and offered me a beer at the bus stop. So what do I say? Sure.

Chugged a beer, got on the bus, came home and did absolutely nothing. Relax now, New Years tomorrow, New Years Day have to be up at 10 am. I'm almost positive i'm going to still be drunk.

I'm going to end 2005 with my resolution for that year. That's poetry.

Note to self: beer store closes at 6pm tomorrow.

the ouch

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So I was walking outside today. Beautiful day, it seemed. The neighbour kids playing, the dog running around enjoying himself, the snow all white and drifty. Yes, this is a beautiful day. I've got my brand freakin new shoes on that I got for Christmas and heading out to get a stereo system for my computer. After all, the one I want is cheaper today and it's in stock. Things can't get much better than this.

Enter step to story. This step is one of four I use to exit my house on the side. We use this as the main door to our house and i've used these fine steps my whole life. They are the exact same steps that were there when I was born, actually. Nice good hard wood.

So I step out onto the small porch and take a deep breath of fresh air. Yes, this is a beautiful day. I extend my hand as a tiny little blue bird hands on my finger and starts whistling Jesus of Suburbia, a song by a band named Greenday. This only adds to the greatness to the day.

I take a step down, about to begin my pilgrimage when all of a sudden my foot hits the step and flies outward. Life turns to slow motion. Both feet come to a parallel with my upper body as I start my decent towards not puffy snow, not soft pillows, but hard wooden 20 year old steps. My arms lower as to help break the fall as my lower back slams into step number two and my tailbone slams into step number one. My left arm scrapes down a few steps and all is still and all is silent.

I think to myself, This is a beautiful day, why let this ruin it? You'll be perfectly fine. But then I utter my first words as my sister looks on. "FUCK!!!!!"

Now, 12 hours later my back hurts like someone ran a truck into it. Stupid Freakin Stair! Whoever invented ice surely didn't take stairs into consideration. But even worse, worse than the fall, worse than the sore back, is this scrape on my arm! I mean, right after it happened, it was all black and blue and red with small cuts and all full of broken skin layers! Now it's just a red mark. A RED MARK! IT LOOKED A HELL OF A LOT FUCKING COOLER THAN THIS FUCKING RED MARK!! Whoever invented bruises surely didn't take into account how much better this would have looked than a freakin red mark. Now i'll go into work tomorrow and say that I'm not lifting any freakin batteries because I had a fall. "was it a bad fall?" they'll ask...

"Here, look at my red mark on my arm! It was a doozie! Damn near killed me!" pfft. red mark.

And to top off the wonderfulness of it all, the stereo system, which I did get, has a speaker not working. it's dead. Nothing at all. Not even a freakin red mark.

Moral of the story: Either don't use any stairs on Boxing day or just use the freakin front door to leave the house, even if you have to push a christmas tree out of the way.

The Great Reflection of 2005

It's 2004 and everyone in the room is counting down 5...4....3....2...1..HAPPY NEW YEAR! All the while i'm just finished drinking into the New Year. New Year resolution: Random over the straight road. The road less travelled is the harder route and one with the most surprises and drastic conclusions. I'll take that for 2005.

And did it happen. 2005 came with Huge video projects, Vegas and my beginning in the film industry. Song of the year: Exiles Among Us by the Weakerthans. Started the year with a long term relationship and will end it single. Overall, 2005 was a success. Started with high hopes and made what I could happen. Was great for so long thought the last few weeks have been kind of a downer. I make up for this by creating drama at work. Playing soccer with a ball of syran wrap and almost getting fired for it.

It's weird. I'm hugely motivated but my routine i've fallen into totally fucks with me and brings me down. It's almost getting to the point that i'll quit the job on a whim and go balls to the walls with a new initiative. We'll see.

Though through this bummer state, I laughed harder than I have laughed in all of 2005, I think, today at work. It's funny how such small things can turn funny and me cause my co-workers pain from laughing so hard because I just kept going on and on and on. Sometimes I think I should be a comedian.

to end it all, Top 5 Moments of 2005:

5. Those late nights at the Gonq editing all night and chilling with the group. Going out to the Marshy's afterwards and drinking way too much before our biggest class the next morning.

4. Two cousin's weddings. Mom's side of the family are spread across Canada and it was great to see everyone together those times. Pure Awesomeness!

3. The short documentary making for CBC and the NFB with Robin and Eva. Awesome people, huge respect for those two.

2. Vegas. Lasted a week and was drunk almost the whole time. So many memories. So many great friends. Trip of a lifetime.

1. Making the 50th Anniversary Video for my Oma and Opa that was shown to an audience of around 200 people. I made 90% of the people there cry. It made me realize how powerful something that personal can be so moving. Even made my brother tear up. I've never seen a tear in his eye since I punched him when we were little. It was great to do that and brought back a lot of memories of my Father which was really good for me.


So what's in store for 2006? A total reconfiguration. Not a 180, not a 360, but a 720. We're gonna mix things up and put everything back into perspective. Write a few scripts, travel to far lands, travel to Vancouver to see old friends possibly and be prepared to go all the way down to the bottom before starting back up.

2006 will be a pivotal year for me. Time to crank up the awesome

Dreams are Awesome

This morning I had three dreams consecutively. They were all equally awesome but I only vaguely remember two. I remember when my alarm went off the first time that I should write them down, but I hit snooze five times and forgot most of the content.

In one of them I was some badass dude that everyone in the dream thought, "whoa, that guy is badass, but cool." It was black and white and was totally cool, but that's all I remember.

Another one, I was in kindergarden but I knew everything that I know now. I remember that there were some people there who were actually in my kindergarden class and we were talking about something that 4 year olds don't talk about and that's all I remember. Stupid subconscious memory to conscious memory transfer malfunction! Damn that!

At work I had a few more idea's for movies. I should keep writing those idea's down. I have two books that I write in that are almost full of different movie idea's that are just waiting to be developed. I have a lot of work ahead of me!

Applied for a job in Italy last night. It'd be for two months then I'd be on a boat back to Boston with a possible two weeks past that. It sounds fun, not industry work, but in fucking Italy!

Enough of this, time to sleep and have more dreams to forget...

...damn subconscious memory to conscious memory transfer malfunctions! Damn them to hell!

hmmm

movie note writing is coming along well. Right now it's mainly consisting of note writing journal style for the narration parts. What I've grown accustomed to doing was thinking about the overall main idea then branching off to other idea's and attempt to watch the movie in my head before I would start writing. I'd get to a point where I wouldn't know what to put anything else so i'd just wait and let it come to me, and in the process forgetting other things.

Now I think that's pretty stupid so i'm just going to go through a mass writing dealio and get it all into written word perspective.

This movie i'm starting to write deals with trying to understand the complexities of society today and how it got to how it is. Only that it's inner contemplation going on in the head of one individual in his journey through a world that seemed to change drastically overnight. I relate it in a way to Groundhog Day in the kind of atmosphere I want it to have. I've already thought of a lot of music that would work well for it and some actors who i'd cast for it. But for now, it's all about the inner contemplation narration about society's complexity. Sound fun? It's kind of neat, actually.

wogga wogga wogga

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I'm wearing that shirt right now and it smells like warehouse. Warehouse smells like boxes and dust. But only a certain kind of dust that only exists in this one warehouse. They should host tours.

Fridays are awesome. Thursdays are the new Friday and Thursdays are the new Monday. .....yeah

We do hardly any work on Fridays. We check shit off then we mess around. You wouldn't know how fun kicking a half filed bottle of water is until you've done it for an hour and a half aiming at shit. Aside from that, we played James Bond for N64 for over an hour on the Boss' coin. It was great.

Aside from that, i'm in transition from thinking about script and movie story to writing it. I'm going to start carrying around a little note pad and write little things down in. That's the only way to get the narration part down and sounding authentic.

I have these hick teeth that I brought to work today. I have something like 14 pairs of them but I only took 4. It was amusing for a short while. Also found out that one of the drivers used to be a stripper. That made me laugh. He's the last person you'd think would do that shit.

An old man who just started tried to tell me how to do my job today. Though it was fucked up the way he wanted it done and totally against how things are done, I did it for him so he wouldn't die. I'm sure that would be bad. But as soon as he comes in late i'm going to do them against how he wants it done to be 1. less time consuming 2. how it's supposed to be done 3. to be an ass 4. because fuck if i'm going to do it a certain way if the bigger boss gets pissed for it being done differently.