Oy Comrade, So 'Oy' really isn't Russian but let's just pretend that it is and we'll be on our way, what say you? Awesome! So today's Monday which means that I'm writing again. You'll remember that I try not to write anything on the weekends because those are basically my only days to get soe good quality work done before school starts back up. So yea, how was your weekend? I trust that it wasn't troublesome, but even if it was - you're still alive right? Right. So now I will basically write about the happenings on my weekend in the hopes that it will fulfill one of these criteria: 1. Entertain/ Humour 2. Inform 3. Other So Saturday was pretty ueventful, I don't really remember much from Saturday on account that Sunday was a hell of a lot better, but I'll get to that in a moment. So for the weekend, I watched Pirates of the Caribbean a total of four times. I probably shouldn't be saying that because i know some of you out there (not naming any names) still haven't seen it, which is sad. But I guess if you ever come up here to Ontario you can stop in @ my place and we can watch it... all 2.467 hours of it. That's a pretty long time, now that I think about it. Who knows, if I'm lucky enough maybe we could end up doing more then just watching the movie ;o) Ha, who am I kidding? You wouldn't touch me with a twenty foot pole, and I don't blame you either, I wouldn't touch me with a twenty foot pole either. *ponders* That didn't make much sense, did it? It's been a long week. I didn't get good sleep last night. I felt somewhat awful on account of how I ended a phone call last night. And on top of that, for some reason, I slept every lightly for some reason. That I can't explain. I got enough sleep, don't get me wrong - I just didn't sleep well. But now I skipped over the bulk of my day on Sunday so I'm going to have to back track all the way. Don't mind me while I go backwards through my sunday day. So Sunday night/ early Monday morning, I'm on the phone with the most wonderful girl in the entire world (not to say that any other girl is not wonderful, I just don't know you. But be a dear and take my word that she's really awesome she honestly is. And pretty too... But I guess I better stop talking about her before she turns red and tells me to shut up.) So yes, I'm on the phone with her and we're having a pretty good conversation - well, at least I thought so. And I really wished we had more time to finish it because the way it ended, well it just didn't finish right. There was so much more to be talked about and it just ended right in the middle *tear* I don't know, I guess we'll talk about it at a later date. And before that, I started to watch Pirates of the Caribbean (that being the fourth time of the weekend) It's pretty good, even the sixth time around. Not many things are still good/ interesting after the sixth time... though I can think of some... not as much as that aren't, but some nonetheless. Probably twice as much that aren't then that are, but that's just me, I'm sure your list is slightly different if not totally opposite. At any rate, before the movie, The only big thing that happened was that my father and I bought something for the house. *Gasp* It wasn't that bad, it's this rather large peice of artwork for over the couch in the living room. My mom wanted to purchase this tapestry thing but it really didn't do much for the wall or the rest of the decor; rather bland now that I think about it. So everyone else in the house veto-ed her idea and gave it the axe. At any rate, me and my dad are in the shoppe, and we're looking at this thing and we both want to buy it but it's a larger purchase and my mother really doesn't trust my dad's taste when it comes to colours and matching things and such, so really it was just me and I had to try and sell it to her while we were on the cell, looking at this bloody painting. So all the way home, me and my dad are somewhat weary because we've got this painting that's valued @ a few hundred in the back of the vehicle and we don't know if she's going to like the thing and we can't take it back if she doesn't like it - all sales are final. Don't worry, the painting wasn't hot or anything, it was a legitimate sale. So, we get it home she loves the thing, and that's about when me and my dad sit back, relax, pour ourselves a drink and pat ourselves on the back for a job well done. But like you can imagine, it was tense, I was thinking we'd have to convince her to like it and all. But it turns out that we did a good job. We would have been less worried if at least my sister was with us, 'cause that would have been three out of four, which is enough to make a safe majority. It's all good though, my mother trusts my judgement when it comes to colours and styles and such. She says I've got a good eye for that kinda stuff, better then my sister. Which is extremely odd because my sister's a female. I probably shouldn't have said all that because if she (my sister) was to read this I'd be in some trouble, and so would my mom. Hopefully she'll never find a link to this page - It's all good I suppose. Ahh, got to stop saying that. If you know me, well, the recent me, you'll know that I've been saying that much too often. Started out as a nervous thing but now it's just intergrated itself into my vocabulary. Still though, when a guy can actually do make-up and it looks half decent then I guess it's time to worry. Don't worry, I'm not homosexual - I don't have it in me to ever become that. Not to say that anything's wrong with that, I have a few lesbian, gay and bi friends and that's totally cool with me. Just as long as they don't start hitting on me then it's all good. Has that ever happened to you? A homosexual person starts hitting on you and you're actually straight? I don't know, it's a crazy world we live in. But back to the picture thing, we did well and it actually looks good hanging on the wall there. Upon looking back I find it humorous that a paragraph can start out about a painting and end up at homosexuality... but that's just me... kinda reminds me of one of my courses I use to be in... but I doubt if you want to hear about that now- particularly since this entry to way too long as it is. So there you have it ladies and gents. my weekend in one neat and over bearing page of garbily-gook. I wonder who invented that phrase "garbily-gook"... Please don't ask why I just said that, I swear I'm not this big of a dork in RL. I'm only half this bad :o) alright, so maybe I'm 75% as bad. But have no fear, we're all a little crazy deep down inside, just as long as it's not sinister crazy I think people ought to share it more often. But that's just my opinion, what do I know? Incase you're wondering about the title (I read some comments earlier) it's part of a verse in the song that I'm listening to right now. If you don't believe me check it for yourself. And other then that I'm out of here. I may come back and add some little stuff here or there, but for the most part this is my entry for today... I think. And now if you'll excuse me, I have some tasks to attend to. "I feel wonderful, Because I see the love light in your eyes; And the wonder, of it all, Is that you just don't realize, How much I love you." Farewell, -Captain B. Not-so-Slick