So, this is the first time I get to check this board in almost 11 days...


... I think I'll read it later.

Back in the city on friday

What would you do if you had to travel a planet in 90 days and condense the results into 90 seconds? If you said drive around, swing your arm, and look closely at rocks, then your name is Spirit, and you're not supposed to be reading this, you're supposed to be on Mars slowly dying.

Alison, I think you should resign... and use this:

Letter of Resignation



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In other news... Satan hits Church

alright, that's it I quit. budget problems, communication problems, people thinking my role is
much larger than it is, missing information, the list goes on.
No, I won't quit, because I've agreed to stay, and it'd be mean to leave (guilt coming in again...)
But this is insane. Absolutely INSANE. Why can't I have a simple summer job where my tasks
are all laid out for me and make sense? Why can't I actually have all the resources I need available
to me? And why can't this stuff be easier to understand?

I keep asking Geneva questions and feeling like an Idiot, but she didn't leave a trail and it's so hard
to go off of nothing. Even if she thinks it's simple. And not having the correct e-mail addresses for
people, what the hell am I supposed to do about that? I don't even know who I should be contacting
for some of the things I'm working on (or if they've already been contacted).
There's no guidance whatsoever. FUCK!

So, is it wrong to hope that the rain falls hard and fast, making it impossible for the work we set out
to do today to actually get done? I don't want to work with a group of kids on such a disorganized
adventure in the outdoors where everyone expects me to know what's going on, and I had thought
that this whole thing was a PARTNERSHIP, not a one person show.

I wish I could stop stressing about this stuff, but I can't...
And does anyone know how to stop yourself from twitching/convulsing as you try to fall asleep?
It's not serious convulsions, but it's definitely more than just a random twitch, I jump.
I hate it, no wonder I'm so exhausted.

and lastly, here's a picture I took in Las Vegas:



nite.

I was just thinking: who's the fucker who made this board impossible to read? So I scrolled down to see who fucked it up.

It was me. In all honesty, I probably shouldn't have been surprised.

So yeah, I just got home now. My clock says it's 3:54. Me, ngz, Cam and Tony went to the Likwid Lounge for tuesday "Punk Rock Bingo" night. Some little dude came up to me and is like "my friend is drunk and horny and totally thinks you're cute but she's too shy to talk to you". And he tried to point her out to me, but I couldn't figure out who he meant... so I played it safe and said "well, if she changes her mind I'll be right here". So like half an hour later the little emo/punk dude literally pushes this girl in front of me... and she's playin the stupid card like "huh? what're you doing? what's goin on?". So I'm like "uh... hi, I'm Taylor." and she's like "oh. I'm Tara" (at least that's what I THOUGHT she said). And I just start talking to her. It was kinda akward at first... so we just kinda play coy for the next hour. I find out she's nineteen and she just moved back home and that she went to Vic comp. I also find out she's attending the UofA next year. I did a shot or two of jaggermeister with her but mostly nothing happened up until that point. But then Tony and Cam and Ngz are like "dude, we're outta here"... so they ditch and I hang with Tara. Tara's kind of cute I guess, but I'm thinkin she's not my type. However, half-an-hour later I change my mind: she's TOTALLY cute. She's ADORABLE. We're sharing gin-n'-tonics and drinking ice from half-finished coke-floats, and hugging and holding hands and singing songs and just having at it. Turns out she knows Mark Birtles from the band "the Mark Birtles Project". I know Mark knows Ross who I know... so I ask her if she knows Ross? She's like "yeah, I LIVED with him". And then I find out that she lived in the same apartment as the time I went over to Ross's place after the Hot Water Music show (eric would remember this) and smoked some bowls with Ross and Mark. So I'd even been to her apartment before which is totally weird. And then we're talking some more and I find out she knows ANOTHER mark I know... the lead singer from Blacklisted. And she tells me he's in the hospital kuz he got his face smashed by a 2/6 from some stupid jock at the last hall show they played (although I'd heard it was the back of a hatchet, which I think is what ACTUALLY happened). And then I tell her my band LDF was supposed to play that show but we couldn't make it and she's like "you play in LDF? Yeah, I've seen you guys before!!!". So this is totally fucked now. Apparently we know all the same people. But then Mark (from Mark Birtles) hooks up with Robin (who writes the punk show reviews in the Sun) and they're hott and fuckin mackin' at the bar like there's no tomorrow, but now Tara doesn't have a place to stay since she was gonna crash at his place. She's kinda mad at him, but mostly sad, but not really sad or mad either kuz she's pissdrunk. (at this point I see Crystal Laughton come into the joint all gothed-out and hanging out with some dude who looks like marilyn manson- for REAL! but that's besides the point.) So she goes to talk to Mark to figure out what's goin on and I go talk to this dude Greg (except I didn't know his name at the time, so I called him by his internet name 'DAWA'). I know Dawa because he plays in this band hellthrasher and he once talked to me after LIME played at STARS and he has no front teeth and looks like a bum but he's the nicest dude you'll ever meet so it's impossible to forget him. And LDF played a bunch of house shows with his band. But he's drunk as a mofo and he can't even sit down next to me on the couch without spilling his drink all over kingdom come. So I chill with him for a while and make small talk (and he knows my name even though he's drunk as all fuck and I can't even remember his name while SOBER!). Then Tara comes back and she needs a place to stay, so I offer to drive her home, but her car is at Mark's place. So she doesn't know what to do and we walk outside and hang out there for a while. She calls her friend who live 4 blocks away and her friend says she can crash there. So I'm offering to give her a ride but she's like "no, I'll walk" but I don't want her to walk along Jasper Ave at this time of night. And then Karlin (who plays bass in LDF) walks out of the DOWNSTAIRS part of the Likwid Lounge (we were upstairs all night) and she's drunk as hell. Her on-again-off-again-on-again-but-now-off-again-boyfriend Adam is with her and equally sloshed. We talk, they meet Tara and I find out through their introductions that her name's actually Cara (or Kara mayhaps? I dunno). I find out Karlin is going on tour with the Offspring (for real!) in a week from now and Karlin and Cara find out that they ALSO know some mutual acquaintances. So I offer to give ALL OF THEM rides home and they gladly accept. Cara is cold and I offer her my jacket but she declines so we just kinda hold hands/hug instead which is totally cool with me. I drop Cara off and tell her I'll probably see her next Tuesday. As we drive away it suddenly dawns on me, so I say to Karlin and Adam "Oh shit, I fucked up! I just met that chick tonight..." And they're like "nice work Taylor! Totally pickin her up you pimp!!!". But I'm like "I just realized I never asked for her number". And I didn't. What a retard. I was so caught up in the moment it didn't even occur to me. But Adam drunkenly tries to assure me from the back seat- "No worries man! It was meant to be- she looks JUST LIKE you! Except you know, longer hair and a girl." And Karlin tells him to 'STFU' and he's like "no, I mean it as a good thing! You both look the same!" so I attempt to comprehend him, "you mean we look good together?" and he's like "yeah whatever." I drop off Adam (way out in the west end) and drive back to Riverbend to drop off Karlin and then "JOE-home". We make a stop at the McDonald's drive-thru kuz Karlin knows Julie who works the 24-hour nite shift and hooks us up with free shit. But the windows were shut and they all said "closed for maintenance". So we were pissed but we went home. And now I sit here typing this, thinking about Cara and I can still smell her perfume on my hands.

Tony won a ball-gag at porno-punk-rock-bingo tonight. I didn't realize it was the porno-theme night. haha They had a 6-foot inflatable penis as a prize, but I didn't win it even though I (once again) psychically predicted the numbers I needed. Piece-of-shit game is rigged I tellsya.

And then just now I find out that this chick I was talking to on the net about stencilling shirts (kuz she's into it too and makes some really damned cool shit) tells me that she KNOWS ME kuz I'm friends with Dimitri. Eric, do you have any idea who Tala is? She looks something like this:


Pretty cute as far as I can tell... but I don't recognize her from real life.

Fuck... could this world get any smaller?

Why yes... yes it could. Clarelle, my friend from California called me today so it was pretty cool getting a chance to talk with her.

And then Kelly invited me to her place for some BBQ party because she's leaving for Ottawa to do her medical internship thing and she told me to bring friends to this thing... so maybe I'll go if I can sucker some of youses to come to this so-called shindig.

So many women, so many problems, so little time.

I need to talk to Cara again sometime.



I'm such a fucking idiot these days.

And now it's 4:41 and I need to sleep like a fucking robot-zombie.


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thanks ali... I appreciate your honesty. I doubt anyone else could face up.

First of all there's this.

Next of all, there's my next message.

It should be showing up above this message anytime now...

Because you asked, there is a cs machine named 'irma.'

DAMMIT, I can't draw anything cool worth shit!!! Just LOOK at this garbage:




It's not even fucking comparable to the shit at ninjarage.com!!!!

SONOFABITCH.