Cause We've Got the Guitar and the Crash of the Drums, Gonna Keep on Rockin Till the Morning Comes

So, anatomy was a rape. And not in my favour. After it I didn't really feel like studying for another exam, so I didn't. I bummed around, watched some Bleach, and took a nap. Then I got up the next day and studied for psych, and then wrote it at 7:30. It seemed to go pretty well, but that's how I felt on the midterm and I only got 60.

And then I went home, said G'bye to a number of the guys I'm living with next year, played some RTS with the ones who were left, watched some more Bleach, and then realized that it was 1am, my Dad was coming to get me at 10, and I hadn't packed anything yet. So I got down to it. I packed all my dirty clothes, the snare drum I brought to school but never used, all my DVDs, and my books. Oh my books. I took a big cardboard box, put it in the middle of my floor, and filled it with books I bought for school. I filled it right full. And then I realized that I wouldn't be able to get it off the floor without the bottom falling out. So I got crafty. I pulled out all my dresser drawers and wedged my year's worth of campus newspapers between them to get rid of the gaps between the top of one drawer and the bottom of the next, as well as the gap between the bottom of the last one and the floor. I then took the xylophone that I'd had in my room and put it into its sturdy metal case, and placed the case on top of the shelves. Taking all the books out of the box and putting them on my bed, I put the box on top of the case. I then refilled it with books. And thus I solved two problems at once: Not only could I lift all the books by picking up the xylophone underneath them, but I would also not injure my back by deadlifting a 90 pound box of books from my floor. I finished up by setting my alarm for 9:30 so that I would be prepared for the faj. And then I went to bed. And a glorious bedding it was.

And then karma erased that glory by having my Dad wake me up with the phone at 9:28.

So, the rest of the day can be summarized in terms of back injuries. I failed to injure my back moving the books, due to my above cleverness. I failed to injure my back, at all, while setting up the big set in the driveway for Hamlet. I was able to injure myself while holding a grill over my garbage can and scraping grease off of it. And that's when Sailor called. Just as I was settling in for a relaxing evening at home, Sailor calls to inform me that he's back for the weekend, and his program is making him work all through the summer, before he gets back in a ship in September. So we need to hang out. But first he's going to some guy's house and he's going to call me. We get together; he fills himself with beer; we arm ourselves: 1 adjustable wrench, 1 pair long handled adjustable pliers, 1 pair wire cutters. By this point it's about 11:30. Sailor decides the best course of action is to walk across the city to places we've never hit up before. This idea got shot down pretty fast, specifically it got shot down when he started walking the wrong way. So, we walked around, grabbed some signs. It was cool. Our last conquest of the evening was a sign 10 feet off the ground. Sailor stood on my shoulders for 10 minutes while he worked on the last bolt. I now have large boot-tread shaped bruises on my shoulders. Of course, in order to see a sign 10 feet of the ground you need to make it pretty big. This one was about 2.5 feet squared. Unlike our other spoils for the evening, this one wasn't going to slide under my sweater like nobody cared. So we put Sailor's coat on it and carried it all the way back to his house. On the way we passed a number of midnight dog-walkers. We avoided the first one by ducking down a walkway, but the next came at us just as we turned a corner. The only thing to do was calmly walk by as if nothing out of the ordinary was occuring. To out credit, it worked just fine.

Today I woke up, savoured the agony coursing through my shoulders (not just from Sailor but from a jam with Julian I'd had that day as well), and took my sister to the bank to open a new account. I got back, and saw that Nora had phoned me. Did she want to hang out? Of course not. She wanted me to give her money to buy ice cream with Beth. And then, when I gave it to them, I left again. I jammed with Julian again, and by this point, I was ready for a quiet night in (walked to bank, walked back to get 2 pieces of ID, walked to bank again, walked home, walked to city hall to meet Nora, walked home, walked to Julian's, jammed like a mo-fo, walked home). Did I get it? Of course not, thanks to those fun-loving ALOR kids. I was down here writing this post, they were down here watching Land Before Time 2 and jamming, and there was an empty 26er of Wisers sitting on a table. See if you can connect the events properly.

Calder wants to say something, for all his fans:
alrighht ya'l l its old cowdu bob howdy caldur righht thur up in hur. I'd just like to say ya'll ares some good "ppl"up in hur/ listebn to nellyt furtato. shes the shit man,. and right bow im listening to three little indians. that is aloso the shit. stefan is chatting it up with my mother. thats kid of odd. well thanks for supportung me in my time of need. and byin gmy alunm n all. jammingh with liamn would probably ber more fun if i wasnt completly wasted. liams a "good man"as mr hiombach would say. well thanks for the time alnd remmeber to check out my Myspace thabnks yáll. ill tak to you later you idirty sex dog.

scotty says:
ok last time i check i was a woman but i woke up i was a man, and i got happy. getting happy is like pertending to word in class. its boering and it makes u feel kiinda sick in the heart. as you would love to just work in school but u cant infact sometimes u dont wanna. and i get it cuz i feel like i was a football player and thats not easy sometimes only when its easy r u really happy. which brings me to my next point theres only a few girls that can look good with no hair, most of the time they look weird. but the ones that can WOW!!! MY DOG IN NAMES ZERO. ok uumm AMBUSH!!!!! i dont like weezer. oh no holey cow! which means do u know who i hate train cops, i got arrrested by the train cops and their assholes ond its my dream to see a canada free of train and french people.

And Stefan has this for your viewing pleasure:
I am attracted to girls. My name is Stefan Anthony Watts Luciani, and I say hello to everyone who reades this. I had a few shots, so dont mind me. seriously. Anyways, I like my band a lot, (Ass-Loads of Raspberry) but lately, Ive been pretty turned off by our drummer. I think that he is getting extremely annoying latley, and Im find more and more things I dont like about him. Liam is rad (besides the fact he has a thing for my mom).
Loves, Slooooooooochhhhhh.

So there you go. Now I'm gonna head upstairs and watch TV.

PS, Carl, welcome to the club. Right now you're in tier one. The only way to get to tier 2 is if your mom also reads these blogs. I won't tell you how many people are cool enough to be in tier 2 right now, but it won't count for you unless your mom reads it regularily, not just that one time.