Foolhardy Wish Fulfillment

Friday, April 28, 2006

Lazy bum

Something really weird has come over me. I have moved back home after living in Montreal for 8 months. And I am afraid to say that it ain't pretty. I need to write a co-op report and I have pissed away nearly two weeks. That and I still haven't unpacked. Oh well time to start hauling ass.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Live From Montreal.

Two things

1) This morning I finally won a singles match against one of the French Canadians.

2) Here in lies the tale of my first public performance with a guitar.

Last night I went to an open mic at a bar in Montreal with a friend of mine. She plays the guitar and sings very well. I took the opportunity to listen to her one more time before I leave. But something strange came over me. I had a pick in my pocket. And one of the acts was terrible. All of a sudden the urge to go up and give 'er became overwhelming (probably the beer that did that). Shortly there afterwards I am sitting on the stage with my friend's guitar in my hands. I played one song. I got nervous just before I started, the beginning is a little rough but I am not familiar with this guitar so I don't let it worry me, and once started the playing got better. I also found it very strange hearing myself sing through the pick up. With only a few small gaffes I make it through the song (again I think the beer had something to do with it). I wasn't booed off the stage, I managed to get some applause and a drunk asked me if I knew any AC/DC.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

The Question

The Question now is why can't I dream of someone more attractive than my brothers?

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Dream state

Before I woke up this morning I had a weird dream. Not that it was overly fantastic or brought a sense of euphoria. It was just strange. Two of my brothers got into a heated yell fest over the tiniest most ridiculous non-point imaginable. It was so insignificant I can't even remember what it was. But what makes the dream so strange is that their reaction in the dream was exactly what would happen. The dream versions of my brothers reacted like a distillation of every single one of their fights I had ever seen. It was spooky in how real it seemed. There was no sense of surprise on my part, it was just typical behaviour, it even managed to dredge up the same emotions I get every time I see them go at each other over such trivial things. The absurdity, the waste, the feeling of disgust at the idea that I am related to two people that could spend so much time fighting over non-issues, things as trivial as a pair of socks or moving a chair six inches.