Ghostly Journal

Update

2009-06-16T00:19:20Z

Tomorrow I come to the end of my block of work again. I will once more be on call. I like having a schedule at least once every 2 months because I don't get paid enough to live on my own when i'm on call. I have to reject a large portion of calls because they always wait to the last minute to call me, and i'm not always hanging out in front of the ER in my work clothes without any plans for the rest of my day. Turns out that my distress call from Port Alberni, or wherever we found that pay phone actually went through! so I was happy going back to work knowing that.

The other day I got woken up by a very excited man on my phone telling me I can start riding motorcycles in 3 days instead of 5 weeks. He asked me if I wanted that, I said fuck yea. My dad then tried to convince me to not by saying he'd help me buy a car if I agreed to cancel the course. I thought that was stupid. I'm actually pretty upset with my dad / family. I don't think i'll talk to them for a long time. The difficulties with this, is that my family from Edmonton is coming near the end of July. I might have to see my parents. I can't wait to see Flamur. It's been 2 years. He just graded. He's going to UofA in September. It's so weird. I remember when he came from Germany he was around 3 years old when I was 7. So it was a big difference.

Yesterday was Kirsti's Birthday. I took an old math book and carved it out hollow to make a secret drug stash box. It took 8 hours cutting 413 pages one by one. I think she liked it. Her friend Jamie started working in the ER today. I saw her briefly, but I was at the front desk solving some of the stupidest problems the human mind can generate. I really don't like the front desk anymore, i'm so tired of wasting my neurons on some of these remedial tasks and disgruntled zombies that literally shuffle in their sweat pants back and forth aimlessly illiterate and perplexed. Today a man came looking for his daughter, but he didn't know how to spell her name. One of my coworkers spent 15 minutes trying to find her name on the computers with various spelling. Then, 5 minutes later a crazy woman told the same coworker that she was "fucking pissed about parking".

I started preparing that painting I picked up either at some old granny antique shop or from someone who threw it out for it's transformation. It's a painting of a beach rocks and a lighthouse. Something really boring and stupid by a dead grandma somewhere in Fairfield. I think Jere still has one of those types of paintings that I wanted to paint over. It was a forest or something with a carriage. Anyways, I'm drawing a giant squid beaching itself and lashing out at the seagulls flying over the rocks. I've drawn it over top with tracing paper, and it looks hilarious / awesome. I don't know if i'll paint it via camera obscura, or if i'll stencil it like originally planned. I don't think spray paint would look good overtop of oil. I have oils Emma gave me years ago. I might use those...

I watched the video of Mike sky diving in Hawaii. I got sweaty palmed and nervous watching the video. I don't know what the hell i'd do if I was on the plane myself. I don't like to think about just jumping out of a fucking airplane... I'm looking more forward to riding across the US in my summer motorcycle...

Eat My Guts

2009-05-09T22:43:11Z

If any of you thought "Man, Adrian hasen't posted any comics in a while..." it's probably because i've been really busy. It's also because I have a website now dedicated to my comics. If you liked em, bookmark this shit

I can't take house hunting anymore

2008-12-17T19:12:54Z

This is an actual ad:

"have furniture and computer and large TV chair and table so many things , nice location clean painted. I am going out vacation you can take over rent but you need to pay me $500 for my all TV computer table and ...in also damage deposit you pay to landlord"

My Reply:

your ad makes no damn sense.
is the rent 580/month? why am i buying your computer?

Their Reply:

because is nice location . low on rent and you need apartement and I need cash to move out, and all this items in my apartement I can not take with me .I give you a nice offer, do you liked or not (smiley face with sunglasses)

BRRRRRRR!!

2008-12-16T03:26:05Z

So after laughing pretty hard at Andrews post I figured I should update too. I finished my last exam on Saturday afternoon after working mon-fri at 5am. I stressed hardcore about all 4, but this one the least, even though I studied approximately 20% of the material, and never even took notes for half of the class. So I ended up meeting someone to study on Friday, but when we came across the fact that I didn't really have anything to read, we just ended up talking about stuff, and she gave me a hilarious comic idea that I wanted to draw right away, but now I kinda forgot it. It had something to do with hitting a baby. Then she told me about how shes so desperate for food she stuffs her bread ends with cheese.

I wrote the exam the next day, and was almost baffled by how watered down it was... like there was hardly anything I needed to study, it was half common sense; However, this only means I got 50%. Shitty. I got marks back for my other 2 courses, and got almost 90% in both, so that made me happy. After class I walked home and some guy followed me and told me about how 1/2 lb burgers are delicious. Then I got really hungry. Instead, I went to Lucas' though with the worst cider apparently, so I went back to another liquor store and bought a white grape kind which was so delicious. I took a bunch of shots, looked outside and it started to snow, so I ran outside in just my sweater and started throwing snowballs at people and cars. Mike came out and hit a biker and he fell off, then chased after Mike, and started throwing snowballs at all of us, and his friend joined in. It was awesome. We slid around on the ice for a bit, then I was numb at the extremities and ran back in for a session of delayed, incorrectly ordered Chinese food. After that I started walking home, and saw a bunch of kids at about 1am tobogganing down that hill by Lucas' and UVIC which is when I remembered that 2 years ago I was walking down the street in the summer wearing shorts and a t-shirt when I came across a free sled-disc on the street. I was so happy, I stored it away for the perfect day. This was the perfect day, so I phoned up Sara just as she was crawling into bed, and told her to get her rubber boots on because we were gonna go tobogganing. She came out and when we got to my house there was a van stuck sideways in a ditch and a tow-truck trying to go up the hill to pull it out. The tow-truck started slipping down the hill sideways too and the guy got out and was like "That's not good..." He put chains on the tires, and still couldn't make it up. He left without pulling the van, and we slid down the hill a couple times. Sara kept sledding directly into a bush. After we met up with Justin and threw more snowballs, I went home. Best Saturday Ever.

Today I was in ER all morning. 9/10 people came to the hospital right away when they walked out their door either cause they didn't notice it was snowing and fell down their front steps, or heard it was snowing on the radio, and slipped off their toilet (which possibly could have been covered in ice as well). One 12 year old kid came in from hurting his wrist tobogganing down Ryan hill. I actually laughed out loud. Then for my first time, I talked to a man with a left hemisphere temporal stroke. Basically that means that their language center is fucked. I only read about cases like this for my final, which I had done a couple days ago. The guy was at the gym with his trainer when all of a sudden he asked his trainer where he was. He then proceeded to be confused, and make no sense. He was dressed in a suit, and wasn't even old, it just looked like a very normal, successful, middle aged man who didn't know where he lived, why he was there or how to respond to my questions. He hadn't been seen by a doc, but me and the nurse came to the conclusion that he had a stroke while pumping the guns. His trainer looked really upset and worried. Later the nurse was explaining to someone who hit their funny bone really hard that they had fractured their ulna. I told her it was the humerus, and half of the room laughed.

This week is loaded with good plans: going shopping/skating with Kirsti tomorrow, Seeing Andrea for the first time since Montreal on Wednesday (i think), Lucas' Birthday is on Thursday I think so we gotta party hard for that... AT MSTRKRFT!! (Fri) then I think me and Mike might possibly be going to Vancouver on Sat if we don't continue to party on Saturday? Then I plan to interview an expert on memory, and random students for a bigger story i'm writing for the next issue of Nexus. Other then that I hope to get a lot of art done this winter. Hopefully I can finish a bunch of drawings i'd left blank earlier this semester like this one.

Screwed Up Weekend

2008-12-02T01:09:42Z

So last week was the first week this entire semester I didn't have to study my ass off for some big test, presentation, or paper. I was done asides from finals. The stress didn't really cut back though, so many other issues that happen to easily get under my skin that i've got to take control of... Feels like i'm getting stepped on.

I kicked back early by meeting up with mike on a spontaneous note on Wednesday night or some other irregular weekday at temple for drinks and a cheeseboard as per usual. Always good times there, I love the white leather and classy atmosphere free of skanks and popped-collared assholes. On Thursday I studied all day and all night until about 4AM. Later, Friday, after I got tickets for MSTRKRFT we went back to temple, and brought Lucas. We were supposed to go to an intense dub-step show at Sunset but tickets there were sold out before midnight, so we rushed to catch a bus home where I then went to sleep at about 4AM again. The next day was Kalyn's party which I had been looking forward to all week. Before the party I was supposed to go shopping at Mayfair with Kirsti. I got there first and took a peek inside to see if it was closed, or just empty. It was closed, but the door was open, and I for some stupid reason wandered in, because Le Chateau at the end of the long hallway was actually the only store still open. It was a trap. When I got to the end they shut the door in my face, and I had to walk all the way back, and the way I came in was locked too. I tried about 4 other doors and they too were locked. I was actually locked in the mall. After about 20 minutes I ran into 2 girls who were talking by one of those booths closing up the cash register. I asked them how to get to the roof (my car was parked there). They looked at each other, and one girl looked back at me and said "The roof is on fire" I started to get pissed so I just starred at her without answering. The other girl, still looking at her friend said "He doesn't know the song" and then she continued to sing "The roof. the roof. the roof is on fire" with a little dance. I was like

"wow ok, forget it. this is stupid" then she asked "Do you smoke?" and I said "What??"
"Do you want to go to the roof to smoke?"
"My car is up there"
"Oh..." Then she started talking in Philippino to some random guy that came out from behind a wall or something.
"He'll help you"
Phillippino guy: Ok so you walk over there, take a left, then take a right, then immediately take a leftish right when you're on the plateau"

The stupid thing is, I knew the mall very well. I spent 10 years living across the street, and I knew that the first left didn't even exist. You can't even turn left, and there's no fucking plateau in a mall. I started to follow his directions anyways, I think he meant to get out by an employee only way anyways. I looked around and just decided to get out from the ground floor and find stairs on the outside of the mall. Those doors were locked too, so I started to kick the doors trying to break them open. Eventually a security guard came and took me to the other side of the mall, where I was farthest from my car, and the elevator there opened to the roof, and I walked all the way back. I thought ok. I'll just go get desert with Kirsti, and get wasted at Kalyn's and have a good time and not be frustrated. So that happened, only when I got to Kalyn's hell broke loose after about a half hour. A random parade of metal heads, nazi's, and high school retards got invited by some people who evidently have a horrible judgement. Shit started to get broken, stolen, and fights almost started. I started wrestling some guy to cool him down, and then 5 other guys who wanted to fight me walked in the room. At one point I was eyeing knives on the kitchen counter. If I knew the skinhead had slept over while I was still up I probably would have killed him. Thankfully Mike pissed in the booze they were drinking and one of them took a swig. It was gross. I remember at about 430 that night I couldn't sleep, so I went to get a glass of water, and instead decided to go around pouring it on people's faces for some stupid reason. When I woke up in the morning Mike and Lucas were at my door trying to sneak up to me with a huge wine glass full of water. So I stumbled up trying to escape and realized my toe was fucked. I'm pretty sure it's broken. It's still black 2 days later, and when I walk it feels like it's disconnected and the pain is average to none unless I touch it. I have a docs appt next week.

Sunday I drove for about 6 hours of the day running random errands, delivering stuff and dropping people off, and dumping in areas where a huge sign said "No Dumping, Violators will be prosecuted" When asked if it was a bad idea I was told to "Live a little". Convincing. I used that phrase later again and it worked once more. Nobody wants to die apparently. The rest of the night was awesome. It's great what can happen in a car while driving.

On another note, the Martlet stole my comic this week which the Nexus claims I stole from Andrew! I admit, it is definitely Andrew's style. I hope He doesn't sue me after I sue the Martlet.

ghostly_visage @ 2008-11-20T01:04:00

2008-11-20T09:25:24Z

Everyone seemed to love the comic this week... My article too. I assumed the womyn's club would have sent assassin's by now, but maybe they agreed in the end...

For the first time ever I have some time to do my own things. I've been hanging out more often then not, and nothing has really been going too too wrong (except my phone is slowly dying). Louis CK was amazing, horrifying, and gut-wrenching, Matt Baer's party was pretty fun... but then I had the shittiest Boston Pizza chef ever... Tomorrow I go see Philip Zimbardo, the guy who conducted the Stanford Prison Experiment. Big guy in psychology, give me a ring if you're interested in attending a drop in lecture at the auditorium at Camosun... He'll be talking about time. I'm ready to get my mind blown. I'm also meeting Emma in the morning! That should be fun. Then i've got infectious disease lab where we'll all be giving each other AIDS! No, it's not that cup-dye experiment. I think we somehow actually get real AIDS... Not injected in us... but probably to throw at each other or something. The other class we had done Staph aureus tests on each other, and a bunch of us had it. Didn't get time to see if I did :o

The next article i'm writing for the nexus is going to be about memory. I'll be discussing it as a post-exam thing, to give students the right ideas about how you can improve it, how it works, and what drugs can improve it, and how to take them (in which i'll be conducting personal studies, and maybe interviews).

"And then she said the kinkiest thing she'd ever done was teabag someone in between a dog" -Random Scottish guy

ghostly_visage @ 2008-11-10T14:39:00

2008-11-10T22:57:44Z

A few nights ago in emerg a woman came in with contractions. Jubilee doesn't do the whole neonatal thing. She gave birth in a few minutes. She was screaming the whole time, and then that got overlapped by a baby screaming... which I thought that was pretty funny. Then last night I saw a grown man crying like a baby. Gall stones apparently are more painful than giving birth. A kid came in after that cuffed and bleeding, he was crying eventually too. The cops were putting words in his mouth. I was going to say something, but he was a douche anyways so I didn't care so much. Last week I wrote a midterm worth 45% of my grade. I missed a 25 mark question. Hang in there...

It's called E. Coli get's pissed.

Expedition To The Refrigerator

2008-11-02T20:15:58Z

I have been in perpetual argument with my parents about whether or not there is enough food in this house to survive. I eat out 80% of the time, and buy groceries for myself the remaining 20%

I pretty much eat nothing from home.

Many of you know why. Many of you have heard over and over.

But none of you have seen.

So join me on the expedition to the refrigerator, and see if we can make it back out without GID, IBS, or RGE (rapid gastric emptying).

This isn't a natural soap bar.

It's cheese.

I asked my mom what this was. What do you think it is?

"chicken stuff"

I don't know what this is.

I looked for an aborted fetus floating in this:

Cat shit?

A couple containers of super glue, caviar, and medicine

A shit load of more medicine

This is a whole shelf. No I don't know what the hell that is

So I looked it up: "Bentonite is an absorbent aluminium phyllosilicate generally impure clay consisting mostly of montmorillonite."

The next shelf:

It's sour cream. (probably expired too)

This is the grand finale though. Seriously. The picture doesn't do justice. I found this way the fuck in the back. I pulled it out, and I thought "looks like seaweed..." not dried seaweed that you can cook with though, or use with sushi etc.

It was still in ocean water.

I opened it, and i'm not exagurating when I tell you my gag reflex was so strong I fell on the floor covering my mouth, and thought my duodenom was coming right up my throat.

It smelled SOOOOOO bad that after I put the lid back on, the kitchen reeked for another 5 mins, and I had to stand clear with a gas mask.

I fear i've already contracted a disease from this attack. Who knows what type of endospores reside in my bowels now. Luckily you have all only witnessed a glimpse, and are safe from harm.

Last week I brought cream into my infectious disease class that expired before I was born. After it was cultured at 1/1000 diluted concentration on nutrient agar, there was more harmful bacteria on it than anyone else's in my class. In fact it was so much, that generally you're supposed to count the colonies. Instead you could barely see the surface of the plate.

ghostly_visage @ 2008-10-28T14:16:00

2008-10-28T22:24:14Z

Request: Can anyone lend me any amount of belts for halloween on friday?

Ones like this would be perfect! I'll treat them well...

Lost Count

2008-10-24T04:33:23Z

I don't even know who uses LJ anymore, or how many friends I even have on here, but ima write somethin anyways. I'll keep it short. Life sucks. Today, life really sucked. I haven't been hit this hard in like... Uh well i'm sure you all know when. Yea, only this time, I just can barely take the hit... like I stumbled a bit, and dropped whatever I was holding. Which happened to be bio. I dropped bio because I had a rough day and couldn't concentrate on the most fucked up lab in the world. For 1 hour I starred at moss on a petri dish in a class of about 5 other people rummaging around mumbling to themselves. I starred at the moss until I didn't know what it was anymore and then felt dizzy. I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and stepped outside to bite my sandwich, and read pleasant (sarcasm) text messages on my phone in response to me wanting to escape a depressing relationship. I'm not even in a relationship. If it was a facebook status I would have been "it's complicated" now it's "single" and all my energy is drained from trying to keep her...happy... motivated... standing... alive... Then I go to school and write a quiz first thing. I studied the wrong chapter. So I know all the info about what we're about to learn, but not the quiz. Then I pulled out a cup of mold I found at the back of my fridge the other day, and cultivate it on 6 different petri dishes at different concentrations for incubation. My mom would have kept it. The teacher told me to use the fume hood (something that looks like you handle radioactive materials in) because the mold smells so bad. I then get 4 midterms from this week back. Let's just say there was a day when I did better. A fuck of a lot better. I've never seen so many X's in my life. One of the questions on one of the midterms was: On this slide, the chlorophyta colony shown is a _______. I wrote "beautiful one" because that's what it said in the notes, but I couldn't remember the name of the genus... because I had to memorize about 500 of them in about 12 hours of non-stop studying, 100 neurotransmitters, and the evolutionary problems when a chimpanzee gets zapped with interstellar rays that increase the size of his canines. I was so tired I thought it meant the size of his canine... dogs... I was so tired, I thought + meant - when it came to staining cells, and I multiplied 100x10 and got 100. So today after I bit my sandwich, I said sorry to my group, walked over to the teacher and said "I can't do this" and she says "well what are you planning to do with this course" I said I actually only thought about this course because it directed me to med school." She said "you're honestly not med school material." I said "thank you for your advice" then I dropped it. That's ok. This was also supported by introduction to stress in my psych class, and how good it is to avoid it. I'll just look at it that way. Also i'll do better in all my other classes now. My teacher said "go be a radiologist or something, you can be a nurse, a paramedic or whatever, but you can't work and go to med school at the same time" What the fuck was I thinking? I actually thought I was going to do that. After becoming a radiologist or paramedic. Holy shit.

Oh yea. Forgot to mention what i've decided to do: I think my job is too feminine. I'm the only guy that works there, and well... I need to fill in that void, so i'm going to apply at a construction site after this semester, and take math + physics again, stay here through summer for school, (fuck montreal). The electronica festival was so good this year that I almost forgot how good montreal was. Seriously this city could be so much better... Part of me actually wants to take part in making it this place.

I walked to the liquor store, bought apple wine, and the cashier tells me a similar story. Only it's happening to her.

Now it's time to drink this, because it's what got me a better grade the last time I wrote an essay drunk.

A Little Chortle For You

2008-10-16T17:47:01Z

I hate that dinosaur comic.

I seriously came up with this idea faster than you can say "I'm Hungry"

It'd be easier just to get a sex change

2008-10-16T17:28:28Z

Really? Do people really need that much proof when I say that men have a disadvantage in society?

First 2 Comics This Year

2008-10-08T08:07:08Z

In case you missed em, here they are:

I rushed this one just to get something out, not really that funny... The punch line is what it says on the microwave, but nobody sees it.

I played with this idea lots, it probably took a week to think about how it should be done. The first 2 panels I had right off the bat, but I didn't know how to end it.

I've got 2 more done, one of them out right now in the paper with my front cover on it, the other will come out next week, and it might be one of the best comics i've done. :D

Motorhome Mayhem

2008-09-24T23:16:11Z

If you remember last post I had a short paragraph at the end saying "A lot of interesting stuff happens at school. Not after a graveyard though. Not when I punch a car for almost running me over down my street, not even when I get off the bus and see a Winnebago halfway up a telephone pole at Hillside and N. Dairy."

I wasen't kidding.

Sleepless Nights

2008-09-19T08:28:34Z

I heard Lucas was working tons of graveyards, and going to school all day. Which is exactly what i've been doing this week. I have 3 graveyards, and school for a large portion of the day. Dunno why I took em, thought i'd be able to study at some periods of the night when things might slow down. Let's sum up my shift last night:

The first patient that came through was a girl I knew from english last year. If you read last post, I talked about girls and bladder infections. Yea. Had a bit of a thing for her too, which made it worse. After her came a girl who was having an asthma attack and claimed her puffer wasn't doing anything. She was freaking out at me saying stuff like "I know it looks like i'm not suffering right now, but you don't know what it's like" and i'm like "Actually I do, mine's been a lot worse" and I wanted to say "I know this because you're still talking" and it's true, i've had it so bad a few times that I can't talk, and once so bad that I collapsed because sitting up took too much energy. She just ignored me and kept talking. So I just told her there's a line, and that's it. Then an asian woman who claimed to work in the hospital said she wanted to slip through cause she worked here. I don't control patient flow, and even if I did, I don't give a shit where you work. Tired of people thinking that they're more important than others without even knowing that there are people literally screaming at the top of their lungs just around the corner where they can't hear them. This is actually pretty funny, a portly woman came in screaming "help me" over and over again, and after they wheeled her away in a stretcher the nurse came up to me and lifted his arms in the air and imitated her "ooooh oooh shee's gone tooo cuuuuubical fiiive!". When I went to her in cubical five, i'm not even going to repeat what she said to me. It was way too fucked up. When I went back there was some weird guy in a bed who called me over and we started what was like a 20 minute conversation about how he had the shit beat out of him for 6 weeks in a Mexican prison. When I got back to my desk I looked him up and his status was "Strange Behavior" I felt like an idiot for thinking he was perfectly sane with a strange life story. Then the police started bringing in the people they find cracked out on the street. This one guy had his shirt off, a cut to his head, and he was high as fuck on something. You couldn't talk to him, so I don't know why they sat him at my desk. For some reason the cops left though, and so he stood up, his pants fell down, and he wandered away. Naked. I called security and said they had to find a naked homeless crackhead somewhere in the hospital. About 30 seconds later they chased him into the washroom and he started taking a shower, about 10 minutes after that, he came out soaking wet and sat back at my desk. It was 6:30AM and my shift relief was here. I went outside, put my broken tire back on my bike, and walked it home. Then I went to school 3 hours later.

A lot of interesting stuff happens at school. Not after a graveyard though. Not when I punch a car for almost running me over down my street, not even when I get off the bus and see a Winnebago halfway up a telephone pole at Hillside and N. Dairy.

Yea. A full sized Winnebago. I thought it was a movie set.

My infectious disease teacher wouldn't let me do the quiz cause I was late. I thought about the excuse that I was stuck in a Winnebago halfway up a telephone pole.

Nah, she wouldn't believe me. But someone had to make that excuse.

Today

2008-09-16T02:24:58Z

I forgot that about 3 months ago I booked a road test for my full license today. I got a call saying not to forget at the last minute. Luckily I could take the car, and didn't have work or class at the time, which is becoming a rarity.

My Class 5 Road Test: I pulled out of the ICBC Licensing Center and slammed on the brakes because someone came around the corner really fast, tried to outmaneuver a glad bag spinning in the wind, almost ran a red light, ran over a dead squirrel, parked in 2 parking spots for the final back-in parking at the building, and left my keys in the car with the door unlocked. My instructor said: "Good job buddy, you got it!".

I almost refused.

Later, my whole infectious disease class ditched me. My Biopsych teacher got my attention by saying "Caged chimpanzees don't know how to fuck" and my Evolution & Diversity teacher taught us the observed "Sneaky Fuck" characteristics of rams, and lizards who get laid while the tough guys fight to impress women who pretend to watch. In fact we talked about fucking in all of my classes today. for 6 hours. 6 hours of thinking about fuck.

Then I work a graveyard.

Where I arrange vasectomies, and girls approach me with bladder infections and their clueless mothers.

Immaturity

2008-08-04T00:29:22Z

So after traveling, coming back, getting to know staff better, even patients at the hospital, and taking diving lessons, i've been spending a lot of time with people at least 24-30+ and have not really been enjoying it. I always figured i'd like to spend time with more mature people, assuming they had more life experiences, insight, knowledge and a good concept of life. Yea they all relatively have these qualities, but in general, I really don't like anyone's attitude. At all. as people creep towards 30, they seem to become more accomplished and take what life has to offer, and forget how to be interesting or fun people to be around... They start to sound like, or are already parents, and the cycle repeats. If you're married, i'm scared of you. Honestly. If you have kids, and i'm not friends with them, stay 10 ft away at all times.

I still feel like a kid, and though I hate being with people much younger than me which is why i've never baby sat, I don't feel like I fit socializing with any life form more than 6-12 months apart from me. This is fucked up... because a lot of people my age are already talking about getting married, and are already finishing school. What the fuck? My life is time lapse. I'm not immature, but I still want to cherish being young. Why would you rush into life so it can wear you down living in a house with two kids, your wife, and the family dog, so you can drive your tercel to work every morning and come home to a nicely cut lawn in a nice neighbourhood where everyone does the same thing as you and has fences between their property and yours and blinds shut on their windows.

I will never get married. I won't have any kids before i'm 35-40 (and only if i have consumed every experience in life except having a kid). I will still be able to have fun as a wrinkled and frail senile (let's hope i die beforehand).

I mentioned in an earlier post that I met two guys at a laundromat in Montreal. I couldn't see myself imagining more contrasting characters. One guy was a southern France frenchy. you know, the typical buzz cut slim stature, ears sticking out and stuck up attitude with a tad of violent behavior in public. The other was a quebec frenchy with long hair and hippy attitude. Didn't care that he was working overtime, he sat with me on a bench outside and sorted through brochures while talking to me for an hour about books and culture. While this is happening the french guy inside is kicking washing machines and scrubbing the floor swearing in french. Unfortunately, most people tend to be like this character, and not like the guy who treated me like his best friend. I felt like I should go back and visit him next year, but who knows if he'll be there still. I get the feeling that people like this don't go stale. He was 30, and had more life in him than most people 8 years younger.

Anyways there's my rant.

Scuba diving is fun. I just wish I had someone fun to dive with. Diving is also fun because you can't hear people talk, making it peaceful, and adventurous. I went 30 ft under in the ocean today and when I finally sank to the bottom, felt like I was in another world. Found an octopus den with victims on his lawn, schools of fish, scattering crabs, huge sea stars, and other tide pool stuff, coolest was a jelly fish the size of my thumb nail in front of my goggles that i didn't notice until it was a few cm away. It twinkled like little fireworks were going off inside it's body. Lots of skills mastered like carrying unconscious divers out of air, taking off your mask and taking out your air underwater, and stealing someone else's, but most hilariously doing underwater push-ups without your hands. Sorry I don't have pictures. My watch is even barely resistant to that depth. Also everything is colorless that deep.

ghostly_visage @ 2008-07-16T12:44:00

2008-07-16T20:04:24Z

In the Times Colonist the other day I read an article about how a psycho guy went into emerg at the Jubilee and threatened the doc that he was gonna rip his head off. I wonder how many columns are written on that room alone, because that sort of thing happens daily. Today I got so pissed with one woman I had to stop myself from threatening to have her assigned the wrong operation. She had heart problems, maybe a proctology would have helped. Last year I was apathetic about these people, now I don't give a rats ass.

Know what else I hate? DesJardins, yea it's based in Montreal, but they're all fucking bozo. It's like a credit card company run by monkeys. Their website never works, I can only check my credit once a month, and when I applied for a new card, and got it in the mail today, it was missing. poof, an empty letter. What the fuck? Next time i'm down there and i'm gonna wack em. Speaking of Montreal, I went to the law court yesterday to ask how I should dodge the 150$ fine i got for holding a beer bottle. The guy said I can't even pay it unless I send the money by mail, and he recommended I just forget about it and don't go back to Quebec. lol.

Know what's awesome? MGMT

A security guard came and asked me if I was throwing water balloons on people below, and I turned to him with a balloon still in my mouth and said "Does it look like they have water in them?" and he was like "Uh... Well... You never know..." and then he scurried away. I thought after he was gonna fine me for at least throwing something over the edge... but no

Transfer Scam

2008-07-14T18:29:54Z

I think I pretty much got em all!

home again...

2008-07-01T14:27:07Z

yea, everytime i leave i forget how annoying it is to have crows that attack you, and cold ocean air even in the summer time. i wanted to come back in the end though. no jere, i didn't meet a girl. in fact i'd been avoiding a couple the whole time. main reason i wanted to leave actually. one of them drove me nuts. when i changed my mind about the city it was because i ran into 2 random but awesome french guys later that day at a laundromat, then meeting a group of hilarious people from all over and having beers in the park for the evening. got fined 150$ though, but i gave the cop a false address, so i dunno if i can dodge it... andrew? ha.

so i've sorted myself out. finally. it took forever. these trips really help. i stayed in a hostel in times square for 3 days which blew me away. not the hostel, the city.

i have a load of pictures that i'll post later.

i got off the plane at 1030pm last night, haven't slept yet and its 730 in the morning, i have to work in 30 mins. i went into work at 6am by accident and there was a nurse telling a story about one of the other nurses. "so this guy drives his car through the door and jumps out with a duffle bag and puts it down on the counter saying "if i don't get some service i'm gonna blow the place sky high. then the nurse at triage lowers his newspaper and says "well you and your bomb can go sit over there and wait for it like everyone else."" i haden't seen anything like that happen yet. too bad i missed it... i'm off. i won't sleep today either.

Changed My Mind

2008-06-25T00:32:00Z

I take everything back. I fell in love with this place all over again. I've had a great past 24 hours, and have met more amazing people and visited more cool places in this time than the entire month combined. I all of a sudden don't want to leave anymore... but whatever, it's New York.

Montreal Year Two

2008-06-22T20:39:00Z

Never thought i'd say this, but to hell with this place. There's something fucked up about it that I never saw... so today i'm buying a ticket to Boston, from there i'll go to New York. Maybe I can find my family in Brooklyn and crash there for a night. I thought I was broke but I found 800$ in my bank the other day. Strangely enough I came to Montreal with 600$. Makes no sense, but I can't complain. I celebrated with a large dish of poutine and the most expensive wine at a cheap grocery store. If I haden't done recycling this month, there'd be enough bottles to fill an average sized room.

The Fringe is over, if I had to guess i'd say I saw more shows than anyone else. So as might be forseen, i'm sick of it, and will probably never come back to it again. I also hate cats now. Especialy the sick savagely horny one that lives under my window sill.

I can't wait to get the hell out of here.

ghostly_visage @ 2008-05-14T18:58:00

2008-05-15T02:14:48Z

Today at work I had a patient came to my office before his eye surgery and he explained to me about how he recently bought a 48 inch tv but could only see 32 inches of it.

+ New Portishead album
+ Tickets to Montreal
+ $200 Cheque from tax return
+ New phone
+ Friend from grade 3 moving to Victoria

ghostly_visage @ 2008-04-09T19:24:00

2008-04-10T02:31:14Z

My final comics of the year. Now for the final exams, then off to coachella! BOOYEA!

ECG

2008-04-08T18:29:14Z

I'm studying for finals and came across a teacher's note on one of my labs that I never noticed. I was doing a harvard step test fitness index for my ECG by plugging in a bunch of numbers from my recording. I got a reading of 2.58 when <54 = poor. I left a note saying "Should I be dead?" and he wrote "this is superhero territory" lol?