Since we last talked my hockey team were quickly knocked out of the play offs, I went to the great city of Glasgow,and Ryan showed us a unbelievable time.I enjoyed a cold Moosehead,saw my hero Buck 65,met him,briefly chatted to him,got his autograph,took a picture with him and awkwardly shook his hand.We caught up with the lovely Evonne again, I dined on delicious chocolate enchiladas. Bought some great cds,fought a hard battle on the foozeball table,fought a more successful battle on the pool table(me and Ryan spared some old guys the humiliation of losing by leaving after our game).I ate a lot of curry and chips.We got a serious dance on,in many different bars and clubs,including an accidental visit to a gay club.I acquired very very little sleep.I've grown even more weary of my three jobs, I become even more confident no one actually reads this tripe. I heard the new hot chip album and its friggin fantastic.I've finally started writing in the beautiful journal my wonderful grandmother got me for Christmas,and I have to say I feel better for doing so. I saw many beautiful pictures of my new beautiful cousin Jessica. The hospital picture is especially beautiful with her little fists curled into tight little balls and her eyes squinted,staring strait at you as if to say "go ahead punk,and see what happens." Oh yeah,and I turned twenty-seven.Its been ten years since I was seventeen and I'm not afraid to say that freaks me out just a little bit. I have only one question?At some point will I actually start feeling like an adult?Does that ever really happen? When I was younger I always thought one day I would be one of the grown ups. Like it was something you just sort of turned into. Evidently I was wrong. Cause I don't feel much different now then I did when I was sixteen. Well,my music knowledge has grown and matured splendidly and I've seen some places and I'm much more stylish and attractive but thats about it. I still feel lost.Oh and its been raining for the last three days.I think thats about it.
Glasgow pics will be on here soon.
Bucks new album Strong arm is incredible.
Tom Waits album Real Gone is incredible.
Holyfucks selftitled album is crazy and incredible.
And finally I wish I could sit down with each of you in a nice dimly lit bar and catch up with a few drinks.Then maybe we'd head out to somewhere with a dancefloor and lose ourselves. Afterwards maybe we'd stop off for a curry and chips.That sounds nice.
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St. Jer, i find your blog to be a very interesting read and visit it evertime you send me that 'kick up the bum' email reminder to do so. Although i've never said i do, i actually read the chapters, look at the pics (especially enjoy the sometimes hilarious picture descriptions, my personal fave, the James Bond quip about Ryan!), and ingest the whole damn thing.
Keep up the good work and carry on with your literary genius, informative chit-chat and insight of modern day culture that has keep me reading since the first fateful day i got your link to this page.
Thanks again, i think it wouldn't even be an overstatement to say you have changed my life for the better.
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