...As A Kite

So I am not feeling very well. I have about 5 brands of cough medicine in me and I'm feeling very high. So lets see what deep things cough medicine brings out of me.

First off: hockey is now done for half a month. that makes me a little bit sad, but a couple of us went out for drinks and it was pretty fun, so theres a good chance of making some BFF's in the new year.

Second: Jordan I'm very sorry I neglected you in my blog post. I'm very excited to see you and we need to go for a night drive.

Third: My sister and I have been playing a lot of xbox together lately which has been good. She has been cool enough to go out and buy Left 4 Dead 2 so we could play online. It makes me feel nerdy, but at the same time I think it's not so bad because in reality its just an excuse I use to keep in touch with her. So I think its sentimental.

Fourth: I called in sick to work today and they refused. They just said "no. no one can cover so your coming in" that seems strange. is that legal? That is less strange than my landlord coming into our apartment without knocking while I was sleeping this morning. I woke up to a vision of him in my hallway holding a shower rod. I think he could be a rapist or a murderer. I want to leave my apartment :(

Life As A Hustla'

I've had so many moments of theosophy in the last week that it's hard to pick just one to talk about. So here comes theosophy: FAST AND FURIOUS!

-the general thought about life is that if your just surviving, your life isn't good. I'm really wondering if this is the truth. I imagine that even if everyday I woke up, travelled into the forest - caught my meals of the day and then returned home, there would still be things to live for. I just think of something as beautiful as a rain drop sitting on a leaf or the stars at night and can't imagine its possible to just "survive". These are the things you think about when you just make enough to pay the bills at Starbucks.

-today I did some hustlin'. (hence the name of this blog) Best Buy was working against me but I was determined to get Raisa Super Mario Bros Wii for christmas. And I pulled it off. I ended up having to trade in a couple of my games to get it, but I did it after a long day of searching. And that brings me to my point which is that love is not a feeling. It's not something your born into and it's not a word you get to say on your 6 month anniversary. Love is making a choice to put someone else ahead of yourself and you have to make that choice every single day.

So for my floor hockey update of the week - I scored two goals and notched either 3 or 4 assists this week. 6 point week? thats pretty sick!!! I kept getting energy, even after I hit the point of exhaustion, from God knows where. I dedicate both of those goals to the "ham"mer. I neglected to mention him, when in reality he's a friend that I could never afford to lose. For the record, this is the first time I ever dedicated ALL of my goals to one person. I dont foresee it ever happening again. Love you hamiltoe.

Home Is Where The ______ Is

So at floor hockey tonight I had my first loss. In quite a disappointing night I registered no points - NOT EVEN AN ASSIST, and felt like a peg leg on the gnarly pirate crew that is our floor hockey team. Oh well.....more motivation to run harder this week.

So I had talks with my family about coming home for christmas and it was all going well until my sister wrapped the car around a tree after having slid through an ice patch. When I first heard about it I was so worried - heres a girl I would literally give my life for and she may have just lost hers, but it ended up that she walked away from it and is ok. But somehow in all the stress and confusion, my christmas invitation was revoked (and then reinstated, but its all very confusing and I dont quite understand it) and my hopes of being home for christmas were crushed. Through a couple of ensuing emails/phone calls with my parents, a lot of hurtful things were said and it all cumulated with me just having to say "I'm done. Cant do this anymore". Now this has been a very hard thing for me to do....I mean theyre my parents, but honestly, the sadness and pain that they caused me EVERY time we talked just wasn't worth it. I couldn't take it anymore.

So I've been really thinking about where to go from here. A family is kind of like the Robin to your Batman, you don't realize you need them until some goon gets both your arms behind your back and you need someone who will kick him in the jewels. This is the conclusion I've reached: my brothers and sister will always be there. We have looked out for eachother since we were little and that will never stop. My third brother, best friend, and best man Mr. Glendon will be there the day I die - or more likely I'll be there for him when he overdoses on BBQ pork buns and ends up in the hospital. And to round out my family, I have friends I know won't ever fail me: Faith, Sam, Brit West. You guys have listened to all my complaining and sent me encouraging notes on my wall through the move. And last but not least my wifey - ms Raisa Ruiz. (p.s. not actually my wifey yet) but this girl gets to hear all this stuff in person, so I'm gonna leave it at I love her and shes amazing.

Thanks guys, Love you all and hope you know I think of you often. (even if your not family - you are still important. Im talking bout you Furgy Furg)

Belief

So today at work something pretty funny happened.

There are these two ladies that come in everyday and they always yell so loud and laugh like hyenas and are overall just obnoxious. They are never rude to us, but they just have zero self-awareness.

SO today while serving them the first drink came up as an Eggnog Latte and I made it and gave it to the girl - standard.

THEN the next girl asked for a Reduced Fat Eggnog Latte, saying she would give it a shot. I looked down in my fridges and upon seeing that we didnt have any RFE, decided that I would just fake it. So I made it regular and put it up on the bar. Now because these ladies have their conversations at around the same level as a MegaDeath concert I was able to witness this awesome exchange:

Lady 1: So hows the RFE Latte?

Lady 2: (drinks and pauses) its actually so good!

Lady 1: NO WAY! Let me taste it!

Lady 2 and Lady 1 swap drinks - tasting eachothers

Lady 1: Its not bad! The taste is a little less full and rich, but its still ok!

Lady 2: Oh I can definately tell the difference between the regular and this, but I'm definately not complaining.

It's funny how powerful a thing belief can be. She believed the taste would be different and so even after tasting her own drink and her friends (BOTH IDENTICAL) she still was convinced they were different. I let them walk away without saying anything because lets be honest:

Who couldn't use a little more Reduced Fat in their life?

I'm so fly I give angels dey wings

Why do people use their facebook statuses to tell everyone how great they are?

If your really convinced that your so awesome - then your arrogant.

If your trying to convince others - your insecure and obviously crave acceptance.

Facebook is supposed to be a social networking site....but I bet if I went there right now, I can bet at least 4/5 statuses would be song lyrics, apps, or just some ambigious phrase that makes them sound deep. Lets go see....

The first two were just nonesense. The next 3 were actually KIND OF telling me something about their lives. I admit defeat....sort of. Maybe I overexaggerated, but I think we all know just how much of this we see on facebook. I think its annoying.

Seattle

Get excited to see my jaw make a surprise appearance on So You Think You Can Dance this year... because this thing pops and locks like nothing you've ever seen. Want to know why? Read on!

So my best friend Mr. Glendon Prince George came down to Vancouver for an unforgettable 3 days. So here it comes: fast and furious, 3 days of awesome.

-met Glendon down at the Quay, walked 16 blocks uphill in the freezing rain until we stole into Starbucks and scored us some grande soy white mochas. That 'bones was life changing.

-Created a sick dynasty on NHL 09 and did that for a while until the floor hockey game. I scored 2 goals on some wristers and notched another assist. Then G and I out-sleuthed a skunk and stayed up painfully late.

-Greyhound to Seattle blah blah blah lots of sleeping

-Walking the streets of Seattle, Fox Sports Grill for supper, visit Pike Place Market and visit the first bones ever, do some shopping, then Glendon and I bus to the concert venue.

-We sit through the horridity of Finch and Drop Dead Gorgeous, meet Beau Bokan and Eric Lambert, scalp a ticket and then get ready for Blessthefall. From the opening song I just went wild. The crowd was completely amped and we had a sick time. At one point I got so hot I took off my sweater and threw it on stage. THEN for the encore I fought my way past the crowd and jumped on stage. Just as they were starting the breakdown I grabbed my sweater and jumped out into the crowd. My timing and jump-judgement was hilariously awful as I cleared the crowd and went face first into the concrete floor in the middle of a circle pit. Actually I went jaw first. and Im pretty sure its broken because my teeth no longer line up. And my face hurts. And it pops and locks. And after being stomped half to death - I came up and realized I no longer had a sweater. And to re-iterate my FACE HURTS!!!!

-Sleep then a greyhound back home. Glendon and my dynasty comes crashing down. Im super frustrated, then walk G to the bus stop, where my parents call me and say a lot of angry things.

Now I'm dead tired....cant wait to sleep.

Funerals

Today was a strange day.

Worked at 4:45 am, got off and paid some bills, called Best Buy and tried to figure out the deal with my shipment, then went to a memorial service for Raisa's grandpa. It was sad and moving, even though it wasn't even someone I knew who had passed away. I always hurt when others are hurting. That's not a great characteristic, considering there's a lot of pain in the world.

Today at work someone told me they hated me. Thats such a harsh term to hear, people throw it around like it means nothing. The best part? It's all because at a party some girl got the impression I was a "douche", and then when I talked to a mutual friend about it they went back to that girl and told them I wasn't how they initially thought. Now they're accusing me of turning their friends against them. I get tired of people focusing on such stupid things. You can always tell someone who doesn't have real problems or real issues by what gets to them. The people sitting in the room of that memorial today would not have gotten mad and talked behind someone's back just because their niece came in with her nose pierced - because things like that just don't mean anything when you have real problems.

If anyone from work reads this, do not talk about it. By bringing it up again and asking more questions, you'd reopen wounds. This is just my thought on life intended for my Edmonton family. Thats what you all are :)

It's Harder To Blog Than I Thought...

Man, with all the stuff I've got going on I find it's hard to find time to keep up with my blogging. But here we go!!!!!

Right now I'm watching Community, Parks and Recreation and The Office. Thursday night is the greatest night for TV ever. And so I figured I'd catch up on my blog, because I am clearly great at multi-tasking.

So I made the cut for my floor hockey team - The Sharks! We had our first game tuesday, and I notched an assist (to my brother in law....not bad way to fit in the family huh?) in the incredibly rough win. Also the other day I played drums for a dude I met....it was a little rough (I haven't played in FOREVER) but it was so much fun. Would do it again in a second.

Glendon will be here in just a short few days...so excited!

I saw Regina Spektor in concert in this huge old opera house. That was dope. I wonder, how is it possible that some people have so little going on in their heads? Its frustrating that a certain person I am often obligated to see has about one conversation that she recycles endlessly. Not cool.

Well I gotta get back to this awesome show, be good and let me know how YA'LL ARE DOING!

Night of Mayhem

An under-the-sea party.

Sounds like such a great idea, right? everyone gets to dress up. have tons of fun.

right? NO! WRONG! Especially when you open at 5 the next morning.

I came to the party (dressed as an aquarium), invented a shot called "the orca" (jello shot, bull bomb, full beer then a kiss to the orca - who is no more) fast forward through your usual party occurrences AAAND: throw up time. I was hurting. and kept hurting for 7 hours of early morning opening goodness. I came home and fell asleep for 2 hours, woke up ate, and then slept for 13 hours. it felt SO good. I woke up feeling a bit better today.

Today at work my boss started getting all up in my shit because I hadn't given her a direct deposit form. She was incredibly rude, and I didnt say anything back, but I decided that if she is going to not follow through on promises for a promotion AND disrespect me? Well, I'm transferring or dropping some kung-fu on that minion.

I am looking for new music:

any suggestions?

Somewhere Over The Rainbow

So here I am. 11:30. Awake.

The rest of the world is sleeping but for some reason I am unable to.

This is about the third night I've spent up like this. I wrote 6 paragraphs more on the real reason I've been up but I couldn't bring myself to post it. Instead I will just say this:

I need someone to talk to these dark moments about. A friend. And I need there to be no LOL's or judgement or awkwardness. I just need a friend.

Hockey

I guess this is a life philosophy blog....but its not very thoughtful. Its about hockey though, so you know its gonna be good.

Hockey is funny.

Just a couple weeks ago a friend of mine said that they "couldn't wait until Calgary stopped getting all the lucky tips they were getting and started losing some games." Quite obviously, this was an Oilers fan, because as much as I like Edmontonians, I hate talking about hockey with them. They're not only stubborn...they're kind of angry. So I dont expect them to take a serious look at their rivals and realize that whatever flava of gata' (GATORADE FOOL!) they were chugging during training camp has made them super human. At tipping the puck anyway.

Another fun fact about hockey fans: they're fickle. oh so fickle. Case and point?

Vancouver were one game away from going undefeated in the preseason and then after losing three straight once the regular season started everyones saying our playoff chances are hurting. I believe. And I'm gonna keep believing.

Gotta Start Somewhere

So this is my blog.

I have created it because it is hard to keep up contact with old friends (especially when living in different cities) and so this way we'll stay in touch. Which brings me to the topic of my first blog:

Why am I so unmotivated to return text messages and emails?

That is a great question and one I'm not sure how to answer. I feel like its so ungenuine. I feel kind of....unable to text back for very long. It doesnt feel like a conversation!

In my blog I intend to have two different kinds of entries- update blogs and philoso-blogs (prounced Fill-Aw-suh) ((like a dinosaur)) Philoso-blogs will be about great life truths I will attempt to divulge. Update blogs will go a lil' LIKE THIS!

So worked at 4:45 this morning, per usual. My alarm didnt go off so I got up at 4:32 and somehow made it to work. At work today I wrote a sign telling everyone how Starbucks Via was better than the Olympics and Brangelina. And then wrote a rap for a coworker. Overall it was probably my most productive day at work since I got here.

I somehow lost my library card. Which sucks, because the library provides a good amount of my entertainment, and so if someone takes out like a hundi books I doubt I'll ever pay off those fines.

I've decided what I'm being for halloween. Its so mind-blowingly radical. Ill post pictures!