happy boxing week consumer whores

Oh wait, that's me.
I'm still recovering from Sunday's ginormous dinner I think. Man was it good.

Anyways, Monday and Tuesday were very slow work-wise, and I sure didn't mind.
Today I took my mom shopping for late Christmas presents, after giving myself a quick haircut. I picked up a couple of things for myself as well, of course. I was feeling extra ambitious and decided to summarize my day rather briefly in picture form.

A haircut, I'm as shocked as you are.
Got me some hip retro looking shoes
I think I've quickly become obsessed with those tracksuit zip up jacket things. First that green one I bought, then that one I almost bought a few weeks ago, which was on sale today, so I bought it. And another one, because I can't be all hip and retro and shit without argyle. Right?

So there you have it. I don't think I have anything else to say, so I'm going to go enjoy my cherry coke (yeah that's right) and heat up some spring rolls.

oh yeah

Church suuuuuuucks.
But I'll tell you what, they got them some catchy tunes. I'll give 'em that much.

Forest Gump is on, and while most of the movie is rediculous, it's also damn sad. If the end of that movie doesn't make you cry you have no soul.

This is my last post today, I swear.

over the nightglow

Greetings fellow boggers. How are you? I'm fine actually, thanks for asking.
Last night I went over to my aunt's place for dinner, the majority of the guests were from my dad's side of the family, most of whom I cannot stand. But I suppose the addition of alcohol(and lots of it) makes people more bearable to be around, plus they can be alright sometimes, oh, and they had pot so that was a bonus. I'd like to add that I smoked a joint with my dad, now that was weird. My mom sure wasn't happy about it, but what can ya do?

Tonight I get dragged to church, and if I live through that, tomorrow is Christmas. Joy to the world and all that. I'll be having a giant meal at my nanna's and I will enjoy every minute of it. That will be the extent of my celebrating, that's all I need.

don't you go wasting away, 'cause to me you were always something

So it's almost Christmas. Yay and stuff.

I survived the week of hell unscathed aside from being rather tired. But what else is new, really? Saturday night after work I went out and had a couple of drinks, shocking I know. Funny British guy from work came along and told some hilarious stories, which may or may not have actually been funny, but his accent made it seem so. The waitress there is rather cute, just thought you should know.

Sunday we went out to brunch for my sister's birthday, which is actually today (me pre-stuffing my face). I loves me some buffet, I'll tell you what. And today was back to work again. 'Twas a little hectic today, but overall this week doesn't look to be all that busy. And I get to look forward to two Christmas dinners, one on Friday and again on Sunday. And hopefully much alcohol consumption along with it.

But other than that, I really don't look forward to the holidays anymore. It just means spending time with people I don't want to spend time with, and many a false promise of getting together more often.

Anyways, that's enough pessimism for one entry. I hope my readers (all two of you) get some time off to enjoy the holidays, and all that junk.

All of my life, right, left

Half way through the week o' hell, and I'm still alive. Tired, but alive.
Monday I was asked to work late, so I did, because I'm I good little soldier.
On Tuesday work went as fine as can be expected, and after work I went out to dinner for a girl at work's birthday. It was fun. The majority of people I work with are awesome. So that was that.
Today was crazy as all hell. Busy busy busy, and on top of that, one of the line cooks up and quitting in the middle of lunch. Not that I blame him really, but bad timing? Oh yes.
I was supposed to work late tonight, but Francois let me out of it, due the fact that today is really supposed to be my day off, I suppose.

Anyways, I'm rather tired, and just holding out, and hoping the end of the year comes quickly, but for all I know I'll end up working Christmas eve as well as New Year's eve, seeing as they're both Saturdays, but yes, the quicker the better.

Oh, and since I got off early today, I took my uncle out for a pitcher of beer, and man was it good. We always drink the same beer, and say the same things (bitching about work), but it's good to let it out once in awhile with someone who knows exactly what's going on.

I just felt like I had something important to say, but I've lost it now so you'll have to make due without. Sorry.

I am not the answer so forget you ever thought it was me

You may or may not have noticed I've been a little absent this week. And for very good reason. I've been working almost non stop.

Monday: Fairly normal day
Tuesday: 6:30am-8pm, mm fun.
Wednesday: My day off, yet I ended up working a full day
Thursday: 6:30am-9pm, I came home and went right to bed
Friday: Full day but not too bad
I've already accumulated 56 hours this week, with one day to go, and tomorrow's going to be insanely busy. Plus I get to work 6 days next week as well.

Anyhoo, it snowed last night, and aside from the rather cold morning, it was nice. The snow always makes things seem so quiet and peaceful, and almost insulating from the cold. Well, till your feet get soaked while you're trudging through a foot of unshoveled snow, that is.

That's it for now, I'm tired, and haven't eaten all day, and need to shower. I'm sure I'll be back blogging tomorrow night after having a few too many once again.

The sky is falling and no one knows

The one good thing about walking home after a few drinks, in the cold at 1 in the am, I can sing outloud along with "Rooms" and no one will hear.
The bad, well, its fucking cold and it's a 30 or so minute walk.

I'm starting to hate my job already, the people are awesome though, so I guess that's worth something.

The bartenders at Boston Pizza know what my drink is, I'm not sure whether that's good on them, or bad on me, and the hostess wasn't sure whether I was regular, or that I worked there. Again, a bad sign? Perhaps. But after working on a Saturday night, a few beers is what the doctor ordered. So, like, whatever. Right?

Anyways, I'm going to bed now, and hoping I don't wake up with a hangover.

Ps. This song is totally my anthem for this time of year. Not sure what it is, but it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and sad and I love it so.