This is what I can accomplish in about a day if I focus on what I’m doing. It’s not put together properly – I didn’t model every joint. So, I can’t take it apart or “explode” it to show how exactly all the joints fit together. I did that because I wanted to rush through this to show someone what I can do, and about how long it takes.
It’s 2:30 am and I just woke up on the couch. The TV was on when I woke up, so I started flipping channels. I stop immediately when I saw the words PLANE CRASH in huge red letters. Seriously? another one? I have to fly tomorrow, and this is going to be going through my mind every time we hit the slightest bit of turbulence.
Dave and I made cheese pie the other day. We got a recipe off the internet, then we ignored the recipe and just made it how Dave figured it went. It turned out pretty good. And the first slice we cut looked yummy. I was still sick, so i didn’t want to eat it. Dave ate it, and said it was really good. Today I went to heat it up for dinner and I totally ruined it. I think it’s because Dave bought 8″ pie plates, instead of little 4″ ones. It could also be because I reheated it to quick or something I guess, because it all separated and looked like shit. That pie was supposed to be my dinner for the next two days while I’m alone here at Dave’s. Instead I ordered pizza from my new favorite pizza place. Dave and I got pizza from there twice last week, but both times he denied me on the spinach, claiming that if they didn’t put it on right, he’d hate the pizza. How could anyone hate spinach? on pizza no less. So, ruining the cheese pie was actually a bit of a blessing in disguise, because tonight I had the most spinachiest pizza ever, and I got it without marinara sauce so it went down so nice!
After dinner I walked to the Thrifty with my friend Michelle and got raspberry swirl frozen yogurt, some raspberries, and some raspberry ginger ale! Then we came back and smoked a fat blunt, and mixed it all up (minus the pop) then added some raspberry almond granola! Fuck I love raspberries.
Now it’s 3am and I’m wide awake. There’s infomercials on in the background, all of them selling some way to strengthen your core. I didn’t even know I had a core, so I’m guessing mine is pretty weak. I might buy a trampoline.
It’s four in the morning and I can’t sleep. I slept most of the day and I’m wide awake now. I watched this shitty movie called Motel Hell earlier because Dave fell asleep with the remote in his hand, and I wasn’t feeling well enough to get up and change it. It was brutal. Some of the worst writing and acting I’ve ever seen. It did however, talk about something I’m all for. Solving the planet’s population problems by feeding humans to the hungry. Just the other day Dave and I got on the topic of eating humans, and I had suggested we try and find some Hufu. Too bad it wasn’t real.
In the minutes I was awake today (er, yesterday I suppose), I began to work on some things in Sketchup for the ISBA. I’m hoping I can do more work later provided I feel well enough to sit up at a desk. Trying to model things and move around in a 3D environment using my laptop touch pad is incredibly frustrating. I’m looking forward to setting up my other machine soon, and seeing what sort of shape it’s in. I haven’t used it in almost six months. As long as I can run Sketchup, and it doesn’t look like shit, I’ll be happy. It will also be nice to have dual monitors again. Since I’m modeling things off examples he’s given me, I really need more than one monitor so I can have both the example, and what I’m working on open at the same time.
** okay, it’s now 6:10 and I just finished working on some more Sketchup illustrations… I was in the middle of making this post and went to export an image of what I was working on earlier, when I got side tracked and recreated the entire drawing. That’s it up top…
Now I’m gonna smoke some weed and see if I can wake up a pretty lady and make her come talk to me.
I got up about an hour ago, after going to bed around 9:30 last night. I slept like shit, then woke up with a bad cough and really sore, really red throat. After expelling lots of gross gelatinous fluids from my face I made myself a licorice root tea, and am currently sipping it while going through some pictures I took yesterday at the beach near Holland Point Park. Dave and I took the dog there when he got home from work and walked around looking at rocks and different geological things that he knows all about. We found a nice point with a great view of the sunset and decided to sit and smoke a joint. We discussed theories on how the rocks we were standing on were formed, and then I saw what I thought was a dorsal fin surface then quickly re submerge. I pointed to where I saw it, and then it resurfaced again a little closer to us. This time I saw it was actually a sea lion. That is the first time I’ve ever seen a sea lion that wasn’t at Marine Land.
After it got too dark to hang out on the beach, we went back to Dave’s and ordered a pizza from this place. We had it the other night, and I’ve wanted it again ever since. Had to use my visa to buy it, but so the fuck what. It was fantastic. Then for dessert I ate three mini cheesecakes I got from a place called Cheesecakes 101 the day before. Today, I might start a master cleanse since I feel like shit and most likely won’t go anywhere, do anything, or eat. I’m also going to try really hard to not smoke any weed today, and decided last night I need to no longer smoke blunts exclusively.
Welcome back Rizla+ …
You are dead. Unplug your computer now and throw it in the garbage.
That’s how we say goodbye after 7 years of lurking slutty and depressed girls pages? That’s fine. I’m just glad I’ll never get another random birthday wish from some eunich with a sparkler in his ass.
It’s 5:40 am, and I just woke up with a horrible stomach ache. Probably a result of too many tacos for dinner last night, and then too much of those cookies below for dessert. I’m now rolling a joint to ease my pain (I swear), and to celebrate a little. I was talking with my brother last night about how I was starting to worry about my xbox, and thought there was a possibility it got lost somewhere. Up until just now Purolator’s web tracking said it left Toronto a week ago, and that was the last time there was any update on it. I just checked the site again and was pleased to see this:
2009/02/16 16:01 Left via VANCOUVER, BC depot
That is good news. I am dying to kill some shit, and I’m bored of my ps3. It might not be so bad if my ps3 friends (RYAN!!??!!) would play games with me. But I guess they are too busy having “lives” or “jobs” or something.
The best part about waking up early is being able to wake Dave up with the Benny Lava alarm clock!
Yesterday, Dave and I helped Krissy move some of her stuff into her new place in Oak bay. Both her old place and her new place were really cool, and were pretty easy to move things in and out of. Which is good, because when Dave left me alone for a couple hours in the afternoon before going, I might have gotten bored, drank a few beers, ate some mushrooms, and got a little high. After we got all her stuff moved, Dave took me to see Irish =) , and then took me for another Veggie Patty sub! I asked them how many patties they had left and they said 11. That’s only 5.5′ of sub! and that’s all that’s left in all of Victoria!!! We came back to Dave’s, ate our subs, then smoked some weed. We came back inside and then after endlessly complaining about how all the mint chocolate chip cookies we made two days prior were now gone, Dave finally took the hint and went and made more. He was too lazy to make individual cookies, so instead we each got a cookie. Mine is on the right and has mint chocolate chips. Dave’s is on the left and has butterscotch chips. Gross.
Today I woke up with a sore throat, which I assume is a result of smoking too much yesterday. I spoke briefly with my friend Dallas who is getting ready to have his first child in May, and I’m sure will be an excellent father. I wish I had more money at the moment, I’d like to go see Dallas on my way back to Ontario. Now the rest of my day will be spent waiting yet again for the Purolator douche to bring my Xbox. It sounds like an easy job, but when you are so close to a major street, and every five seconds it sounds like a truck is pulling up out front, but you have no way to see, so you have to run to the window, only to find out it’s the fat whore down the road getting her carpets cleaned again it gets tiring.
I just want to be covered in zombie blood, is that too much to ask?