<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867</id><updated>2011-05-20T11:31:42.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts From an Unstable Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Read With Caution</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-115614194374574353</id><published>2006-08-21T02:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T03:32:23.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry The Blessed Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So the number one movie this week at the box office is Snakes on a Plane. It grossed 15.2 million big ones. That is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I saw it on opening night and I loved it. I might go see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know all those security scenarios we ran? Well I'm smack in the middle of one we didn't think of."&lt;br /&gt;Yeah bitch, you were smack in the middle of all those snakes on a motherfucking plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Kevin's on Saturday we were yelling at people in the parking lot and one guy yelled "I've had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!" It's like he knew that we knew. Go see this movie and you'll be part of this elite club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-115614194374574353?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/115614194374574353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=115614194374574353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115614194374574353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115614194374574353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/08/carry-blessed-home.html' title='Carry The Blessed Home'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-115376631468383704</id><published>2006-07-24T15:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:38:34.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Racist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dante Hicks: 'Porch monkey' is a racial slur against black people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randal Graves: Oh it is not! Coon, spook, spade, moolie, jigaboo, nig-nog, those are racial slurs against black people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the many reasons Clerks 2 is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-115376631468383704?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/115376631468383704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=115376631468383704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115376631468383704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115376631468383704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/07/thats-racist.html' title='That&apos;s Racist'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-115303522421428833</id><published>2006-07-16T04:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T04:33:52.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>People Are Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate people, not all of them, but most of them....mainly because people lack common sense. Two things to back up my dislike for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thursday evening after a nice evening at the Oasis drinking beer and eating wings Derek, Barret and myself arrive homw around 8:30ish. We were a bit smashed, but it happens. Anyway there is a string with a sign on it blocking our kitchen. Jeannie broke a glass and put a sign saying there might be glass laying around so becareful. That was cool, nice of her and cute that she made a sign. Then she comes upstairs and starts talking.....and she decided that she didn't know what to do with the glass so she put it in a box and stuck it in the cupboard where we keep our pots and pans. This is by far the funniest possible outcome of something like breaking a glass on the floor....put the fucking garbage (the glass) in the garbage for fuck sakes! We saved the sign and reinacted the process for Sheila when she came home, she found it as funny as we did. The glass, still in the cupboard. I look at it from time to time to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ok, this one not so funny...well kinda funny but not like the above one. A fellow employee....a new guy...set up some sort of robbery at our store last night. What a moron. We dunno how true everything is yet but the scoop is... Apparently he gave the key, alarm code and safe code to his buddy, his buddy came in at 4:30am and stole $350 from the safe. I don't hate people because they steal, I hate them because they sometimes try to steal from the place they work at and try to do it from a safe that is always at $500. Do it with the store key that everybody knows you have (not everybody has a key, the manager doesn't), punch in YOUR PERSONAL ALARM CODE INTO THE FUCKING STORE ALARM (so they obviously know it's connected to you when they find out it was your code that was punched in at 4:30am) and last but not least (this one of just gold), forget to lock the fucking door after you have finished the crime.  I know people who steal from subway quit often, they don't like steal big amount of money from the safe or till or anything but they do take money. They get away with it, I'd love to see them get caught because it's quite wrong but they won't get caught because they are smart. I know two people who stole from the safe and the till and both got caught....GREEDY FUCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I am any better than either of these people and I'm not trying to sound like some sort of superior asshole...but if you had these daily occurances all the time you'd begin to hate people too. I can tell a story for everyday of the week that is similar to these, between the job at Subway and the shit that goes on in this house I have a million and one stories. I like it this way because things are always interesting. The cats keep everything at a nice balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-115303522421428833?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/115303522421428833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=115303522421428833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115303522421428833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115303522421428833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/07/people-are-stupid.html' title='People Are Stupid'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-115182265034982753</id><published>2006-07-02T03:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T03:44:10.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck The Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So tonight I fucked up....not real bad, but bad enough to make me hate myself. I punched someone in the face at speakeasy...it was justified....I'm actually affraid that if he came outside while I was waiting for him I might have killed him. It's a long boring story to be honest....either way he tried to hit me in the balls while I was enjoying Collapse and he got fairly close but it just hit the slack in my pants/stomach.....either way after Fuck The Facts I returned the favor. He put me in aheadlock and I thought it was all a joke.....then someone breaks us up and I'm like trying to shake his hand and he's all pissed....so I punch him in the face.  I hit him hard enough that he knows not to fuck with me again.....I go outside and chill for a bit and make the mistake of going back and waiting for him. 6 people talk me out of killing him (yeah I'm that drunk right now) and he had already left so I didn't get to do futhur damage....but I'm actually scared right now because I seriously think I would have killed him. A few people kept me cool in the bar and outside of the bar (and I thank them)....but holy shit I almost fucked up really bad. I can't even remember the last time I punched somebody with sadistic intent but I was staring this dude in the face and as I hauled back to punch him a light went off in my head and I didn't really fuck him up. I pretty much had the chance to hit him in the side of the face or break his fucking nose and really casue a scene...I took the first choice. I dunno why, but I did. I hit him too hard to not think about it and not hard enough to be happy about it. I dunno...I fucked up because I don't fight. I haven't used this to vent for awhile so blah! deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-115182265034982753?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/115182265034982753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=115182265034982753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115182265034982753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115182265034982753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck-facts.html' title='Fuck The Facts'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-115135515231345089</id><published>2006-06-26T17:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:52:32.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You Dalhousie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the second year in a row Dalhousie failed to give me any notice that my registration fee was due and that I could pick classes. Apparently I could have picked classes a week ago...now I have to wait until tomorrow night, possibly wednesday evening. That is gay. It could fuck up my whole year. I hate this school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-115135515231345089?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/115135515231345089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=115135515231345089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115135515231345089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115135515231345089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/06/fuck-you-dalhousie.html' title='Fuck You Dalhousie'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-115104485628195382</id><published>2006-06-23T03:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T03:40:56.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Reveries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so two out of three of us decided that Echo and Leroy were staying here for the summer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is it wrong that we did not ask party #3? Technically we should have asked party #4 aswell, but he's not here so yeah.  What would Meatloaf say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cgi.bbc.co.uk/totp/images/artist_photos/meatloaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cgi.bbc.co.uk/totp/images/artist_photos/meatloaf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Two out of three ain't bad is what he'd fucking say. BOOYAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echo (the fluffy one) and I have an unbreakable bond. So she's staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-115104485628195382?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/115104485628195382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=115104485628195382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115104485628195382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115104485628195382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/06/ghost-reveries.html' title='Ghost Reveries'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-115078462513722008</id><published>2006-06-20T03:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T03:23:45.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dairy Products</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are fucking gross to clean up after someone spews them everywhere. No more under agers allowed to drink at my house ever again. You need a fucking ID to get in this place from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-115078462513722008?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/115078462513722008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=115078462513722008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115078462513722008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115078462513722008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/06/dairy-products.html' title='Dairy Products'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-115070138783495296</id><published>2006-06-19T03:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T04:16:27.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Virgins Don't Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nothing dead sings really. Except maybe zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muslim friend Adil (spelling?) and I talk about how we're gonna take our pilgrimage to mecca together. We get high and talk about going to Mecaa. I'm pretty positive they don't let white people in though so it may never happen. That is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my birthday only happens once a year. If it happened every week...I wouldn't be able to stand up every week. Standing up was a chor Saturday night/Sunday morning, so was forming a sentence, apologizing to Shelia, looking after cats, watching the hockey game, lifting my arm to drink my beer and yeah...everything else. That's how drunk I was. It was a lot of fun though. Highlights include Leaving the split crow around 6:00pm and Chris throwing up all over the sidewalk, telling a guy at the alehouse who was making fun of Kevin that I was going to stab him if he did it again, coming back here at 9 and drinking the night away and partying like it was going outta style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologizing to Shelia because my drunk friends were trying to sleep with her, and at one point she was on her hands and knees cleaning up beer and broken glass due to someone dropping it (daniel...man he was drunk hahaha). Shelia was drunk too so it was good, she didn't mind the cleaning up part...but she was in a very compromising position and well...yeah that's where the first part of this paragraph comes in. She has a boyfriend, I dunno how that works since he lives in Calgary, but regardless one poor guy just didn't understand that. I guess I didn't really need to apologize for that now that I think about it...I mean I wasn't trying to fuck her and I can't control other people...meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking after cats all night became stressful. 5 Cats is too many when you have 20-30 people running in and out of the house all the time. They're all still here though so I must have done a good job....although there were a few close calls. Ludo was locked in Derek's room with Andrew and Shelia and I were freaking out because we couldn't find her...since I had just saw her 5 minutes (and probably 5 beer) ago. But we found her and problem was solved. Ludo then also got out the door and up the stairs to the people who love above us. Then Kaela grabs Ludo and another cat on the stairs....that other cat....not mine. So I was doing my head count on the cats and I counted 6...and I picked up this cat and was just like yelling into it's face "You're not mine! WHAT THE FUCK?".....it belonged upstairs....that was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the hockey game cost me $10. I bet Kaela earlier that Carolina would win the cup saturday night. The bitch took my money, on my birthday. Leigh left his cell phone and keys hear. Instead of giving them to Kevin I should have kept them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Split Crow, has happy hour from 4:30 to 5:30. 6 beer for $10. So our night started pretty early with drinking 6 beer before 6pm. It hit some of us a bit harder since Chris got outside the bar after downing 2 beer in like 1 minute. He looks at me and says "I gotta hurl." I say "there's a garbage can right over there". He looks for the garbage can doesn't see it..lets it go right on the sidewalk 3 ft away from the split crow. It splashes Leigh on the leg, gets all over Chris's K-Murf shirt (which I stepped on after he took it off mwhahahah) and has to wear my sweater until we got back to my place. I had no reason to bring my sweater with me but I grabbed it when leaving for some reason...apparently that reason was because Chris was going to get too drunk and hurl on himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threatening to stab people is fun. We went to Alehouse to get cheap beer and wings around 6:30 or so....for the record, walking up pretty much the whole length of the hill that we know as downtown halifax fucking sucked.....so we get t othe alehouse and have beer and wings and Kevin keeps walking from table to table cuz he had some friends at the other end of the patio. So this guy keeps making fun of him and his shirt...probably was fully deserved...anyway he kept doing it and was saying things whenever any of us walked by. So after a few pitchers I walk bye and like say ever so gently that if he made fun of Kevin again I would stab him because it's my birthday and that would be fun. It was pretty funny. He had no reply. I walked by again and gave him the wink and the gun hahaha. He later got kicked out...I couldn't stop laughing that I actually told a random I'd kill them. That was my birthday present to myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We partied at my house until 3:30am. lots of people where here, most of them I knew, some of them I didn't. Everybody was really drunk. Daniel capped my drinking off by pouring all kinds of rum down my throat and over me...that was around 3:00. It was the best birthday party ever. I didn't throw up which is surprising. When I got up today Shelia was pretty convinced that we have to throw parties every weekend. I dunno what Jeanie though, I guess she wasn't home for most of it but she didn't say hi to anybody or anything but I guess she never really does so I'm not sure if she was pissed or if that's just her. Shelia and I have this conversation 10 times a day because Jeanie doesn't speak to us. Either way I don't really give a fuck, I party, that's my thing, I party.  There you have it, my birthday party in text....the world needed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a party here tomorrow night too. That is what I'm told anyway...by people who don't even live here...either way fun will be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Kevin to make me a shirt that says "I have aids" and one that says "white people suck"....they're reasonable I think, compared to what I could make them say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-115070138783495296?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/115070138783495296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=115070138783495296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115070138783495296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/115070138783495296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/06/dead-virgins-dont-sing.html' title='Dead Virgins Don&apos;t Sing'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114932250887502723</id><published>2006-06-03T04:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T05:15:18.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Witching Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It took me too long to think of a title so then I forgot what I wanted to say. What a waste of an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114932250887502723?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114932250887502723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114932250887502723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114932250887502723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114932250887502723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/06/witching-hour.html' title='Witching Hour'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114884168602605335</id><published>2006-05-28T15:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T15:41:26.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SNEEZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ACHU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114884168602605335?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114884168602605335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114884168602605335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114884168602605335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114884168602605335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/05/sneeze.html' title='SNEEZE'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114862316534710510</id><published>2006-05-26T02:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T02:59:25.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Calls From Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So tonight at work I had just came back in from getting high with Dane, and we were sitting there being high. Then the phone rang, I answered it and the lady was like "Hi, who is this?" I said "Justin" she asked who else was there working with me and I said nobody...anyway Dane is almost pissing his pants and I'm a bit worried since this was 5min after we had just came back in from closing the store to get high...so anyway it ended up being nothing to do with that...thankfully...although getting fired wouldn't be all bad. Anyway...she was like "this is *insertnamehere* from head office and we just got a call from Kevin (he's the owner of all the subways in halifax) and he wants you to put a sign on your door saying that subway is not responsable for the dry cleaning scam.".....I didn't ask questions. I regret not asking questions. In the end I put the sign up and Dane and I laughed a lot. Weirdest phone call ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114862316534710510?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114862316534710510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114862316534710510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114862316534710510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114862316534710510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/05/phone-calls-from-above.html' title='Phone Calls From Above'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114840811471418740</id><published>2006-05-23T15:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:15:14.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Liar, Lawyer - mirror show me, what's the difference?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pot alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114840811471418740?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114840811471418740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114840811471418740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114840811471418740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114840811471418740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/05/pot.html' title='The Pot'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114819703985221055</id><published>2006-05-21T04:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T04:37:19.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery of Impalement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tonight I saw Suffocation for the 2nd time in less then a year. I never imagined I'd get to see them once, let alone twice. They'll be back again too, which is awesome! These guys are so fucking cool. Cool enough that they actually came out to the show last night and hung out with the crowd and drank beer with us at speakeasy. I love this band! Right now, at 4:30am, I regret not going to the after party. I was too drunk to go, but now that I've sobered up I'm pissed. Instead I watched America's Top Model with Shelia...I would assume that is what sobered me up....fucking gay, yet really entertaining, show. I was disapointed they didn't play Souls to Deny, but they played Thrones of Blood, Breeding the Spawn, Effigy of the Forgotten, Jesus Wept and subconsciously insane so I was pretty happy. I can't hear a god damn thing. While Shelia and I were sitting on the couch, after everything she said I replied with a "pardon me?" or a "what?" or a "I'm sorry, say that again." I'm normally half deaf to begin with so now I feel like I'm fully deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the months of anticipation for Suffocation, it's finally over and it was awesome. Now the next big show to anticipate is Cryptopsy in September. Suffocation and Cryptopsy all in the same year is pretty sweet though, for living in such a shitty part of the world (for concerts). They are the two most brutal bands out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work in 12hrs, I should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114819703985221055?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114819703985221055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114819703985221055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114819703985221055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114819703985221055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/05/surgery-of-impalement.html' title='Surgery of Impalement'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114733333425529845</id><published>2006-05-11T04:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T04:42:50.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You Must Be Out Of Your Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TOOL – "10,000 Days" 564,000 (#1)&lt;br /&gt;PEARL JAM – "Pearl Jam": 279,000 (#2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billboard records top 200 sales of last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha Tool is better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114733333425529845?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114733333425529845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114733333425529845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114733333425529845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114733333425529845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-must-be-out-of-your-mind.html' title='You Must Be Out Of Your Mind'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114725003494727445</id><published>2006-05-10T04:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T05:33:54.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So tonight I witnessed a concert...full of celebrities...or at least I think that's how you would describe it. INXS were probably one of the most popular bands in the world for the late 80's and early 90's and were awesome artists. But now they are reality TV celebs. J.D Fortune (I wonder if that is is real name) is practically a sex symbol and pretty much makes all the american idols look like dog crap and the rest of the band (who are amazing song writers) are just reality TV judges who were popular. *insert aussie accent here* "I'm sorry! But you are not right for our band...INXS." I mean that was pretty much the catch phrase of summer 2005. I admit, I watched the show and enjoyed it. I probably wouldn't have watched it if my parents weren't INXS fans/watching the show every night...but I did enjoy it. So all of this left me feeling pretty indifferent about the concert....on one hand you have one of the most talented/world famous pop bands of the 80's and one the other hand you have that same band who replaced their singer, who killed himself, on reality TV. That was in the back of my mind all night. Back to that celebrity thing....if you choose not to consider INXS has celebrities and JD as one and all that...JD is a celebrity in Nova Scotia at least...I mean he is the most famous thing we've ever produced...but that's kinda irrelevant I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pretty weird experience to be honest but it was a really cool show. I guess INXS found their fortune (yeah...pun intended) with J.D because well he is pretty much the best karokee version of Michael Hutchence in the world...although I dunno how he had time to practice with the growing up in Pictou County and the whole living on the streets in Toronto thing (probably sucking cock for coke). It was sick how much he sounded like Hutchence. It was actually really cool. They played every old INXS song you could imagine and all of them were awesome. If you ignored his flaming homosexual Scott Weiland wannabe stage presense (well just the parts where he simulated intercourse with the mic stand, drum stand, amps, monitors, The Farrias brothers and every other fixture on the stage) he's actually a pretty decent frontman. I almost feel bad for him though...Switch is a pretty solid album. Some of those songs sound like INXS from the 80's (that's a good thing because INXS made pretty much the best pop rock music of the decade)...however it's really all about Pretty Vegas. I mean if you've heard that song you know what I mean. Find me a song from the past year that you'd enjoy singing along to more...I bet you can't. Pretty Vegas will be the height of the 'new INXS'. I could be wrong, but I choose to believe that they'll never write another song like Pretty Vegas and they'll slowly fade away into 80's pop heaven or reality tv heaven....JD may actually be the first Canadian (and Nova Scotian) to be on the Sureal Life. With that being said though, Pretty Vegas is a great song. I can't deny that I haven't been listening to it since it came out back in the early fall and I'm still not sick of it. Anyway enough INXS analysis for one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was pretty good. I went in not expecting much and was rewarded with a pretty decent show. Dave Gunning sucks balls but he played the PEI Stomping Tom Connors song....that was bad ass. Stablio were awesome. I really like this band, which is weird because normally I would call them quite homosexual but I'm hooked. I can't wait to see them in June at the attic...I mean a small band like that just sucks at the big metro center where there were empty seats everywhere and the ppl who were i ntheir seats couldn't have cared less about Stablio. INXS were tight as shit and pretty awesome. I won't lie that I am a huge fan of old INXS and was happy to see those songs played life, even if they weren't by Hutchence. JD's home town crowd was pretty nice to him. I guess it's cool that he actually recognizes he is from nova scotia and touring with a bunch of incrediably famous aussie's. The band was so fucking tight that you'd think they'd been playing together for 20yrs  with JD on vocals...that says a lot since they've had JD since like September and this is their second north american tour. If they ever come back I'd go again...and they probably wiull come back, assuming they last longer then a year. Just for the record, I wanted to hear Suicide Blonde the most because it's one of my favorite songs ever and it was so awesome. They actually played every song I wanted to hear except Meditate. I give them 4/5 they don't get a 5 for three  reasons...1) It's not metal 2) I don't care if JD and Dave Gunning are old pals from school or whatever...you do not have that man open up for you. He sucks balls! It was like the rankin family but worse. 3) Simulating sex with various objects on stage is real awkward to watch with your mom and dad right beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally remember the cats names. Jacko is all black and so fucking cute and Luda is almost the same as Lily...and also so fucking cute. I didn't ask about the names, maybe I'll inquire tomorrow. I discovered she was as big of a Tool fan as I am so most of our conversations have revolved around Tool and how the music they make is the best thing that can ever be created. She has these two live video bootlegs that she bought for like $45 in the states. The funny story is for years I was a tape trader and had already seen both of those shows because I have them at home some where. In the back of my mind I was thinking "Ha! I got those striaght from the dude who taped them for the cost of postage, a could of vhs tapes and 4hrs of my time recording concerts from vcr to vcr"....maybe it would have been better to just pay the $45...now that I think about it. It's unfortunate we don't agree that the best album is Opiate. She says Undertow, I say Opiate...this is something that is unforgivable, not quite as bad as a Sens fan would have been, but it's like close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom brought up my posters today and now my room looks awesome. No room is complete without Ghostbusters, Metallica, Tool and the Leafs. The good things kept coming today, I also finally got a day shift at subway on Monday. FINALLY!  11-7 is pretty much the perfect shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114725003494727445?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114725003494727445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114725003494727445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114725003494727445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114725003494727445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/05/kick.html' title='Kick'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114707303497157444</id><published>2006-05-08T04:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T04:23:55.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Megalomaniac Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight I came home and found kitty in my house and in my dresser. It freaked me out because I was not expecting it/them. Nothing like waking everyone up with my loud "GASP".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy is kinda starting to get a bit old...with all the nonsensical jokes and all...that have nothing to do with the plot....and are usually all past references about pop culture from the 80's. There is one thing I'll never get sick of though, all the Adam West parts of the show. Every week they come up with a new way to make me laugh by using Adam West. Mayor West is by far the best creation in stoner cartoon history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving in here sucked and the fact that I know I'm gonna have to get up tomorrow only to move all the stuff upstairs, downstairs makes me never want to wake up again. But my motto is, scrape as much paint off the walls as possible to make it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so retardedly drunk last night (Saturday) that I was really coutning on being able to test out the bathroom floor/toliet for puking/passing out purposes. When I woke up in my bed this morning I was very disappointed in myself. I was really counting on waking up on the bathroom floor, I feel I've let myself and my bathroom down. I am a monster, how do I sleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered how wonderful 'owning' an xbox is. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114707303497157444?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114707303497157444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114707303497157444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114707303497157444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114707303497157444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/05/megalomaniac-trees.html' title='Megalomaniac Trees'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114663690336539584</id><published>2006-05-03T03:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T03:15:03.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TOOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The new album comes with a case that is built like a face.....and has steroscoplic lenses. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;It also has legal writing citing Tool/Management/Record Company not be liable for any wrong doing with said lenses....that's just fucking awesome! When someone finds me analbum of the past 2yrs that is better then this one, let me hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114663690336539584?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114663690336539584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114663690336539584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114663690336539584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114663690336539584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/05/tool.html' title='TOOL!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114624680636154012</id><published>2006-04-28T14:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:53:26.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough Cough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't stop coughing. I wonder why that could be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blurofinsanity.com/blurimages/waterbng3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blurofinsanity.com/blurimages/waterbng3d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114624680636154012?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114624680636154012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114624680636154012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114624680636154012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114624680636154012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/04/cough-cough.html' title='Cough Cough'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114568660405365243</id><published>2006-04-22T03:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T03:16:44.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tonight I closed the store 30min early and started drinking beer with Kevin. I hope my co-worker, who was new and I was training, doesn't tell anybody. Although I don't care because I hate the fact they make me work until 12am all weekend...that's fucked. Anyway, I convinced myself that I would like the Ducks because I converted Kevin to a Leafs fan....so I was actually upset tonight when the Ducks lost in OT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually going for San Jose to win the cup (they lost tonight).  Since I don't give a fuck about any other team in the NHL besides the Leafs, I decided that I could go for the Ducks. I convinced myself that I'm a huge Ducks fans and it worked. I am cheering for the Ducks at the moment...if they end up playing the Sharks I won't be going for them...but that's because way back in Sept I picked the Sharks to win the cup. This is all so fucked up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so drunk. We had to chug a lot of beer because the game ended with like 10min left in OT. That sucked...or did it? HICUPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114568660405365243?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114568660405365243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114568660405365243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114568660405365243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114568660405365243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/04/vicarious.html' title='Vicarious'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114560112294844296</id><published>2006-04-21T02:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T03:32:02.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 000 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happens to be the last time I updated this thing and the title of the new Tool album. This will probably be long, cuz I'm feeling drunk and long winded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at home and I found out that the new Tool album leaked on the internet. It comes out May 2nd. So I kept telling myself that I wouldn't download it and I'd wait until I bought it. I was so sure I wouldn't download it. I downloaded it and have listened to it like 5 times since I got it like 10hrs ago. I ruined the surprised and everything else. However it's the best fucking 70 minutes of music I've ever heard in my life. Tool is, and always has been, my favorite band in the world. They'll always be my favorite band in the world. To me, nothing they could put out would be bad, but all bias aside...this is fucking awesome. UTOPIA. I can't say enough good things about this album. I can say something bad though. This kills me. When I hear Maynard's voice, all I can think of is A Perfect Circle. APC existed for 6yrs after the last Tool album was released. After Lateralus died off and the tour ended, APC were still around for 4yrs before the next Tool album. I think I'm getting over it now, but at first all I could think was "this is an apc album and not a tool record"...the more and more I hear it, the more Toolish it sounds though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Thursday I took over the newest "hip joint in da town" (yeah fucking right), Speakeasy...which is in the yuppy mall on spring garden and during the day part of Ryan Duffy's. It's fucked...like you go to the bathroom and you can see the most expensive stores in the world, selling all kinds of gold and glass. The show I had booked was originally Friday night at Gus's Pub...but last Sunday they realized that it's against the law for them to be opened on Good Friday. Holy fuck did that suck...and how come they dunno the rules...sketchy owner! Anyway, Karl at Speakeasy let me move it to his new found venue....the whole night go so fucked up. I had 4 bands booked to play and everything would have been cool. Janus, October Crisis, Plague Dogs and Metamega. So Karl booked this other band by accident. Then shit got crazy. I had to let this other band play 2 songs because I'm too nice to say "no you can't play" and so was Karl. So Metamega was supposed to bring the drumkit and be there at 9:00. Jeff pulled up in his van with the drum around 10:15. We got everything set up by 10:30 and had this band play their two songs...and they fucking broke Andy's skin on the bass drum. So they broke the most important park of the drumset. So the guys from Janus took 35 min to fix it well enough so Jeff could play while that other band went to get their drumset. Janus went on at like midnight. I had to cut them off before their 30 minutes was up and their drummer was very very pissed off. He's going through some shit so it kinda all got directed at me. Luckily Dan and Brett told him the situation and he understood after awhile. It sucked though, being the bad guy sucks. Brett and Dan understood though, thank fuck! So then everything was sorta cool except last call was at 2 and Metamega didn't go on until 2:10. They got to play their whole set because Karl said "let them go until the cops shut us down"...and metamega just didn't do theur encore but still got to play 11 awesome Megadeth covers. Most of the crowd stuck around until the end, although a lot did leave. We managed to bring in 120 people and that is the most so far to visit this new establishment in one night. That was awesome. I'll post pictures tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was part of the GWN festival at Captain Eli's. The first 3 bands from Montreal sucked balls so I just worked the door and watched the Leafs kill the Sens, and then Tampa Bay win in the last 10 seconds of OT while they were short handed, to clinch the last playoff spot and elminate the Leafs. Fuck that sucked. Anyway, the show was awesome, I'll have pictures tomorrow too. After the show we all went to courtney's to get liqured up with all the french people who kept asking everyone "where do we get donair?". Paroxysm are funny guys who really wanted a donair. Apparently they do not have them in Quebec. After that myself and Paroxysm walked to Quinn's in the pouring rain while everyone else drove. We were dumb. We got soaked. I fell down Quinn's stairs because they were so slippery. It hurt to sit down for 3 days. I left Quinn's at like 4:30 and was walking home and ran into Ian and Moses....big mistake. They talked me into going to Moses to get his gear, then going to Fariview to the jamspot. So I got home at like 8:30 sunday morning and my parents arrived at like 9:10. I was so drunk it wasn't even funny. I felt so bad. I ended up passing out in the backseat of the car and slept for the whole ride home. I didn't throw up either, and that was lucky! I drank way too much for my own good and for that, I payed the price on Easter Sunday. But man, Easter dinner was good. I was sober enough to eat it and function cuz I was dead for like 2hrs in the car and the 2hrs when we got home before dinner....when I say dead I mean my mom told me that I was so still and out of it that if I hadn't have been snoring she would have thought I was dead. Once again, making me feel bad :( but it was a great fucking night. I had to get extra fucked up cuz it was the night the lights went out in Leafland :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pigeon egg is gone but all the pigeons are still there. I dunno what happened and I dunno what to think. But I am sad now my babies aren't having babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm in charge of driving the Uhaul when we move in on the 1st. Derek just had surgery or something on his foot so that leaves only me. I'd bet a lot of money that I'm gonna fuck up and hit something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114560112294844296?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114560112294844296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114560112294844296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114560112294844296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114560112294844296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/04/10-000-days.html' title='10 000 Days'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114492306647623192</id><published>2006-04-13T07:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T07:11:06.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So the curtains in the living room have been closed for a week or so and I hadn't looked out there to see my babies in awhile. So I just looked out there and now they have a nest built. How the fuck did they get the sticks up there? Either way, it's kinda cute and kinda disgusting...but more cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114492306647623192?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114492306647623192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114492306647623192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114492306647623192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114492306647623192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/04/nest.html' title='Nest'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114483011429362482</id><published>2006-04-12T04:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T05:21:54.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Polaris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.theglobeandmail.com/RTGAM_Archive/images/20051105/wtoronto1005/sudin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.theglobeandmail.com/RTGAM_Archive/images/20051105/wtoronto1005/sudin2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This man scored 4 goals and had 2 assists. Including, "setting up the game winning OT goal with 10 seconds left. Keeping the Leafs slim playoff hopes alive." Music to my ears. Best game of the season. I have never witnessed a Sundin hat trick before, so seeing that and then him getting the forth was pure gold. Myself and my new found friends in the Jewish Maple Leaf Society were overwhelmed with joy. Even token girlfriend, the one that probably isn't Jewish, erupted. If the Leafs keep up this 6-0-2 streak and Tampa continues their losing streak and we make the playoffs I'll lick pigeon poop. And I happen to have an abundance of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I postered all of downtown Halifax. It took like 3 and a half hours. They better not all get ripped down either. Postering sucks balls. However I did discover something interesting. I can get 100 photocopies at Kinko's on Spring Garden for $5.45. I'm talking lots of ink since it was a gig poster. So why do I gotta pay so much for course readers at school? photocopied articles from library books....see what I'm getting at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114483011429362482?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114483011429362482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114483011429362482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114483011429362482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114483011429362482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/04/polaris.html' title='Polaris'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114430114818661626</id><published>2006-04-06T02:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:07:49.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>She Don't Use Jelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know a girl who thinks of ghosts. She'll make ya breakfast. She'll make ya toast. She don't use butter. She don't use cheese. She don't use jelly. Or any of these She uses vaseline. Vaseline. Vaseline. I know a guy who goes to shows. When he's at home and he blows his nose. He don't use tissues or his sleeve. He don't use napkins or any of these. He uses magazines Magazines. Magazines. Magazines. Magazines. I know a girl who reminds me of cher. She's always changing the color of her hair. She don't use nothing that ya buy at the store. She likes her hair to be real orange. She uses tangerines. Tangerines. Tangerines. Tangerines. Tangerines. Tangerines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114430114818661626?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114430114818661626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114430114818661626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114430114818661626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114430114818661626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/04/she-dont-use-jelly.html' title='She Don&apos;t Use Jelly'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114416865934433775</id><published>2006-04-04T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T13:37:39.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections During Junofest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting in that lineup brought out the marxist in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin'&lt;br /&gt;Having two bitchez fight right beside me made that whole experience even more awesome then it was. I guess when you are standing in line with like minded strangers and picking apart everything that exists, it makes for an interesting time. Especially when the 3 of us knew that we weren't seeing Sloan that night no matter what. Would I do it again? Hell fuckin no! But was it alright? Yeah sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114416865934433775?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114416865934433775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114416865934433775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114416865934433775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114416865934433775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/04/reflections-during-junofest.html' title='Reflections During Junofest'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114387129798561713</id><published>2006-04-01T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T02:01:38.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Girls Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some girls came into work tonight excited because they just ran into Hedley (band featuring some dude that quit canadian idol or something). My response was "there are a lot of people in town this weekend that I'd love to see, Hedley are not any of those people." I like to stomp on others people parade when it's over something stupid...like meeting Hedley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some middle aged women came in this evening and wanted directions to the Forum because they had Juno packages and were going to the hockey game. They were from New Brunswick I believe. As soon as they said they were from out of a town and followed the Nickelback tour bus to Halifax I automatically knew where this conversation was going. "Can you name me some bars where we might get to meet see some people?" I said something like "well who do you want to meet?" I said something sarcastic about meeting Fregie at the palace and matt mays on pizza corner asking for change. She didn't get it. Anyway as aspected she blurted out "nickelback"...like she said it so fast with excitement I was caught off guard. I had nothing to say...nothing sarcastic, witty or half rude.....no smart ass remark...no nickelback insult at all. I knew she was going to say nickelback so it's like.... in my head I got so anxious to make a sarcastic nickelback remark to a middle aged woman who obviously came here just for Nickelback that I just went blank and blew the once in a lifetime chance. I cried about that for an hour. I'll never ever get that chance again. She was dead serious about wanting to find some stars (mainly nickelback) so I told her the Pogue Fado, Shoe Shop and the Casino....not that I would know, or care but I figured I'd tell her something besides "good luck with that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114387129798561713?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114387129798561713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114387129798561713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114387129798561713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114387129798561713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/04/girls-girls-girls.html' title='Girls Girls Girls'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114378679486654646</id><published>2006-03-31T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T02:33:14.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Mulroney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight you totally snubbed off Halifax just to do a stupid segment for your stupid show that only stupid people watch. For this I must thank you. The thought of your replusive voice blasting over the PA and you yelling something stupid made me want to throw up. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Ben, someday you're going to get old and settle down and become the Prime Minister of this country. Please do us a favour, cancel your stupid show, stop being a closet homosexual and kill yourself. In that order please, for my own enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114378679486654646?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114378679486654646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114378679486654646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114378679486654646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114378679486654646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/ben-mulroney.html' title='Ben Mulroney'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114369676642655984</id><published>2006-03-30T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T01:32:46.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>George Lopez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you are not funny and I bet you smell like old man old spice after shave. Your grey hair mixed with the black makes you look like a child molestor. Your show sucks. Please kill yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114369676642655984?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114369676642655984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114369676642655984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114369676642655984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114369676642655984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/george-lopez.html' title='George Lopez'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114366992861694602</id><published>2006-03-29T17:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:05:28.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halifax Hearld</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So Monday at work I do what I normally do and that is steal the days hearld bring it home and read it. I was flipping through the section with the obituaries...the section I litereally never flip through simply because reading who died is kinda weird. If someone I knew or cared about died then I'd know and wouldn't have to read it in the morbid section of the paper. So anyway I was blindly flipping through and my eye was caught. I spent a good portion of my teen years and practically every summer for 4yrs at the house and the two people were practically grandparents to me. One of them passed away last week. I believe he was only 70 but I'm not really sure. It was a pretty short obituary (all of them should be that short because it's fucking creepy when they're long god damnit!) I was taken back for a second then I tried to ignore it and pretend I didn't give a shit...which worked for about 5 minutes. No matter how much I don't want to care I really can't not care. I tried to ignore it for a couple days but fuck it, I guess even pricks have feelings. You'll read this. I send my condolences. Apparently when you practically live at a house for summers and visit once or twice a week you tend to care about the people...weird how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, apparently the halifax hearld is informative...who knew?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pretty weirded out by this because I never give the obituaries the time to even flip through and glance at. Oh well, weird/random things tend to follow me so whatever. Makes shit interesting I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114366992861694602?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114366992861694602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114366992861694602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114366992861694602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114366992861694602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/halifax-hearld_29.html' title='The Halifax Hearld'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114275486216622592</id><published>2006-03-19T03:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T03:54:22.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rammer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So apparently when you put a bunch of art fags in a room, who don't normally listen to metal, they turn into the most awesomest crowd ever. Art fags and indie rock kids are metal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rammer thrashed the roof off gus' pub. It was insane. Bodies were flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home I ran into Jason Butler...that was fucking weird.&lt;br /&gt;I also walked through the commons tonight and did not get jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114275486216622592?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114275486216622592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114275486216622592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114275486216622592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114275486216622592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/rammer.html' title='Rammer'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114268651037261008</id><published>2006-03-18T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:10:07.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CAT CAME BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HE DID HE DID&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I haven't gotten drunk in awhile because I've had to work for as long as I can remember. So yesterday I failed to ignore the fact that I wasn't going to be able to go at it as hard as I normally do...and I had to stop drinking at like 10:30 because I could not put down anymore. I feel like I've let my Irish heritage down. I'm so hungover it feels gross. Last night was very weird up until we left dooleys.....although it was also pretty weird when we went to steal a "high street" sign and they were already taken. I also really hurt my leg and I have no idea how but it hurts like hell. But in the end all that really matters is that Lily came home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this news story 600 times already but it will never get old. I can't find a link to it...but anyway a moose got hit with a car somewhere and the moose ended up in the front seat of the car and the pictures of it are funny. The moose is like sitting there with his head and half his body sticking out the front windsheild and it looks like he'd being saying "what? can't a moose ride shotgun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114268651037261008?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114268651037261008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114268651037261008' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114268651037261008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114268651037261008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/cat-came-back_18.html' title='THE CAT CAME BACK!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114261740025581089</id><published>2006-03-17T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T13:43:20.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Came Back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cat didn't come back the very next day, the cat didn't come back. We think he is a goner :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114261740025581089?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114261740025581089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114261740025581089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114261740025581089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114261740025581089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/cat-came-back.html' title='The Cat Came Back?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114248305968701823</id><published>2006-03-16T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T00:40:12.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Hurts Worse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v303/hiv18/DSCF0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v303/hiv18/DSCF0005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;Hi you here?&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;Lil is nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is not cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114248305968701823?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114248305968701823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114248305968701823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114248305968701823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114248305968701823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-hurts-worse.html' title='This Hurts Worse'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114236251773771948</id><published>2006-03-14T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:55:17.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So this morning I had to go into work at the IWK at like 8:30 (I didn't get off last night until 1 so I totally didn't go in until 9 because there was no chance in hell I was getting up at 7:00)....so anyway I was walking to the doors and then I saw a freshly decapitated pigeon on the sidewalk....there was no head to be seen but it's spinal cord was sticking out and a fresh pool of blood was inches away from where it's head should have been.&lt;br /&gt;This pigeon has a story. This morning the girl I was working with was walking into the IWK and watched it fly into said building and she saw it's head fall in one place and it's body in another. She said she was horrified...but found it slighty funny...I mean come on....any person our age is gonna find a pigeon running into a building and decapitating itself kinda funny. Even I would and we all know how much I love pigeons..which brings me to my next point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two pet pigeons and I've grown attatched to them.....so this saddened me...so when I go home from work/school I made sure to give them two of the freshest pieces of stale bread I could find. I love you Jay and Silent Bob, please don't decapitate yourselves anytime between now an may 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114236251773771948?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114236251773771948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114236251773771948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114236251773771948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114236251773771948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-hurts.html' title='This Hurts'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114188561684805268</id><published>2006-03-09T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T02:26:56.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prairie Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neil Young admited tonight on Jon Stewart that he uses drugs to write songs.....this concludes my theory on why drugs are good. If Neil Young does them, they must be good....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114188561684805268?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114188561684805268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114188561684805268' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114188561684805268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114188561684805268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/prairie-wind.html' title='Prairie Wind'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114163135855460016</id><published>2006-03-06T03:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T03:49:18.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not surprised</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That Crash won picture of the year. The world (america) wasn't ready for a gay picture of the year and like Colbert said the other night....apparently everyone who matters didn't even see brokeback mountain hahaha. I don't really matter, but I didn't see it and probably never will. I try to make an effort to watch all oscar nominated films but there are a few I'm just not even slightly interested in and brokeback mountain is one of them. Love stories are bad enough, but love stories where you don't get to see some hot actress boobies are even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114163135855460016?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114163135855460016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114163135855460016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114163135855460016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114163135855460016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-not-surprised.html' title='I&apos;m not surprised'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114136937111894007</id><published>2006-03-03T02:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T03:02:51.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the only thing that can take your mind off the fact someone in your apartment stole $40 from your desk? A MOTLEY FUCKING CRUE CONCERT!!!! HOLY SHIT! Tommy Lee is such a knob though, his talking was annoying and his "drum solo" from platform to platform was too fake and annoying. They could have did like 3 more songs in that time. But it's hard to say mad at Tommy Lee because he did bring out a titty cam and showed us all lovely breasts from Halifax.....so I'm not really sure how I feel about Mr. Lee at the moment. Primal Scream (my fav), Too Fast For Love and 10 seconds to love were all great...plus all the old songs that I love. Live Wire is awesome live....fuck it...all of it was great. Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah...I "lost" my cell phone awhile back....even though I was like 100% sure it had been sitting on my desk by my printer for the longest time and I know I didn't moe it from there....anyway I did convince myself that I had to have lost it even though I was pretty sure about this....so whatever, I still dunno about the cell phone....so anyway I had $60 sitting on my desk and it was there specifically so I didn't spend it so I'd have it pour le concert ce soir....so anyway $40 of it was gone. Pretty clever, I mean I'm not gonna notice if they're missing until I pick them up and I didn't pick them up until tonight and they've been sitting there since tuesday and I haven't really been here much since tuesday....so yeah. Makes me think twice about my cell phone....and I'm getting outta here tomorrow hopefully. I was talking to Leo and he thinks it was probably douchebag beside me...I know it wasn't Leo, simply because of his personality and stuff started missing when silken lamen mouth moved in.....so yeah I totally said something to him and he turned hella red sorta like he did when I asked him a few weeks ago if he'd seen a black cell phone anywhere....so yeah...I guess I have more reasons to think it was him than not. Even if my cell phone was lost, $40 still didn't just get up and walk away. I dunno if anything else is missing from around here. I tend to keep my room really messy. My cds are all still here, so that's all that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114136937111894007?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114136937111894007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114136937111894007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114136937111894007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114136937111894007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/hrm.html' title='Hrm.'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114133564167666656</id><published>2006-03-02T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:40:41.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Feelgood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's only sinking in now, but in like a few hours I'm going to see one of my favorite bands. I never get to see my favorite bands (that aren't local or canadian) live so this is awesome. This isn't like seeing Slayer or APC to me because they are my favorite bands....but this is probably going to be #3 on my favorite concerts list. When I was 8yrs old I used to rock out on my little plastic taper player to my dads Dr. Feelgood tape and my Decade of DEcandence tape. I guess I always was a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTLEY CRUE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114133564167666656?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114133564167666656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114133564167666656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114133564167666656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114133564167666656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/dr-feelgood.html' title='Dr. Feelgood'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114115891491644275</id><published>2006-02-28T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T16:35:14.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so sick again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114115891491644275?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114115891491644275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114115891491644275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114115891491644275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114115891491644275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/02/bless-you.html' title='Bless You!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114078655072589354</id><published>2006-02-24T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:09:10.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want to do is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;levitate and piss magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114078655072589354?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114078655072589354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114078655072589354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114078655072589354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114078655072589354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-i-want-to-do-is.html' title='All I want to do is'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-114068735564904511</id><published>2006-02-23T04:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T05:35:55.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Army</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So the Olympics ended today. I called work at 5:30 telling them I wouldn't be in until 7. I figured it was probably gonna go into overtime and I'd need the extra hour to finish watching or Canada was going to lose and I needed that extra hour to curse, yell, punch and cry. I'm glad I had that extra hour. So Bertuzzi is the #1 enemy to some people (Kevin).....how about this. What about Rick Nash? Floating at center ice all the time, also taking stupid penalities and pretty much just all around sucking ball sacks. Bertuzzi was bad but at least he stood in front of the net and made a few goals go in. Nash did dick all and he really looked lost out there. Nash...worst player in my opinion. Iginla wasn't exactly at his best either...black people are suposed to be the best at everything. Hard to argue with Sakic...I mean he was slow and shitty but he also had a broken jaw. The only change I would have made would have been Spezza....after watching the tournament and the play of Heatly, and the all around lack of chemstry on this team...I think Spezza and Heatly, with Redden on the point could have made something happen that wasn't happening. Spezza might have been able to keep Heatly from trying to skate through two defensemen every time he got the puck on a rush..if it didn't work in the first 5 games, why'd you keep trying in for the 6th game?!?! Ass! Spezza almost might have been able to stop Heatly from killing his friend...we'll never know. But don't get in the car with HEatly behind the wheel...the losing bastard McCabe was however pretty awesome besides taking dumb peanlities all tournament....but that's what he does best anyway. Doan was also awesome, Smyth, Drapper, Redden...yeah that's probably it...besides the goaltending. I am not happy. I'm happy for Canada and how well they're doing at the Olympics...but all I really cared about was mens hockey. I just watched the other shit until mens hockey came on...now there's no point. I mean fuck, who really likes cross country skiing? Figure skating?!?!?! fuck off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Steve moved out of this apartment. He hadn't been here in like 3 weeks and came back every so often to get clothes or anal lube or something. Then one afternoon I got up and he was secretly moving his shit out and failed to mention he was moving upstairs and requested a room change. He was like "Justin, come here.....blah blah blah leo and other guy are too messy, i can't cook in the kitchen it's too dirty blahblah blah I requested a room change and you can do the same." I was like...yeah ok, you're right those two chinease kids are messy fuckers but is it really worth moving all my shit to another room for 2 months. No, not at all. Anyway, it was pretty gay he left and didn't even ask leo or whatever his name is to clean up or something. I don't really care cuz Steve was gay and annoying. Everytime I think of him I think of times at the oasis where Derek was like "when I bring my xbox over, he isn't allowed to touch it cuz he's gay"....so it was getting weird that everytime I saw him I laughed. I haven't told Leo or whatever his name is that Steve left and left because of them. I guess they can probably tell he's gone. This place is a mess cuz of those two but I guess I don't really eat here much, cook here at all and have the ability to stay as far away from 'out there' as possible. But whatever, like I said. I hated the guy. This just means when I do go out there he won't be there with a stupid joke story about one of his friends from back home that probably doesn't exist, a story about his dad, or ask me a question about hockey then question my answer when he asked the question in the first place. I am pretty happy with this move...if I wasn't so lazy I'd move my shit down the hall and take his room but I just don't see that happening anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday myself and Courtney, along with Thy Flesh Consumed, Wohedness, System Shit and Collapse sold out Gus' Pub. It was an experience for sure. The show was awesome...but very fucking stressful. First of all, we over sold the bar and Dimo closed the doors and there was about 30 people outside. So nobody was allowed in or out of the bar so shit was pretty close to boiling over. Everyone outside that stuck around ended up getting in and for free...some of them the legal way when Dimo finally agreed to let in some more people but most of them got snuck in the back door by Courtney. Which sorta pissed me off....shows sell out, it's a way of life...you either go home or wait until the owner lets more people in. It happens, just because it rarely ever happen with an extreme metal show doesn't mean it isn't possible. It's not like I expected 250 people to show up considering normally 50 show up. Everything ended up working out in the end and lots of money was made, bands were awesome and lots of beer was had. The bar staff was very happy at the end of the night. I had the pleasure of having to stick around until 3:30 to help lug gear to hell and back so we had plenty of time to talk since I have some other shit booked at Gus'. Some dude broke his leg in front of the stage. He got knocked over and his leg snapped...pretty much the grossest thing I've ever seen. My leg was numb for a good hour. The bone peaking out of the skin was too much for me. I took pictures but I'm way too lazy to upload them....or even take them off my camera and put them on my computer. I never imagined that when I got home saturday morning I'd have to write a handful of apology letters to people who didn't get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...Sunday at work Andie and Alex come into work...Andie handed me a cd case and it contained shrooms inside. She gave them too me for 4 cookies. I don't understand why and I never asked. Working at subway high on shrooms for the first time in your life is a pretty fucked up experience. I'm glad I served like 3 people in that time frame of an hour and a half or so. I pretty much sat in the "office" (chair and desk in corner bt freezer) listened to A Perfect Circle and watched the box and my hands move. Andie and one of her friends came back about mid trip and they told a funny story about just coming from blockbuster and having a weird trip. Shrooms are fun, I think I'll do it again sometime. I never quite got why her and her boyfriend gave me shrooms for 4 cookies...she's an antro student at smu, maybe she was on a dig or something....either way she can bring me blank cd cases all the time if they contain presents inside. Oddly enough I am not the only one who is under the influence of something at Subway....apparently you're not an employee unless you're at work drunk or stoned or both. The night before that my co-worker actually got high on shrooms midway through his shift too. All the cool kids are doing it. Subway is truely fucked...if you go to subway and the employee isn't high I'd be worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently playing metal at subway gets you more tips than q104. Drunk girl slurring "I'm giiiive you this 2 dollerzzzz becuz you are plafihying Tool." Drunk guy sluring with un impressed girlfriend beside him "I'm givvvvieing you this chhhange because this is my favorite megadeth song. *high pitched voice* DEVILS ISLANDDDDD"....yeah I deal with a lot of drunk people. It's my favorite part of my job. I'm drunk most of the time so I know how to relate to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in line for an hour or so to get INXS tickets...I was 4th in line. I got to the coutner at 9:04 and tickets were going so fast I had to get 2 lower bowl tickets and 3 upper bowl tickets. I was pissed. IT sold out in like 25 minutes or something, possibly faster than Hillary Duff. Who knew Rockstar INXS was that popular? Probably doesn't help that the guy is from New Glasgow. I was dissapointed about the shitty tickets cuz this is for my parents who are were totally in love with the show and in love with the cd and I think they might have some old INXS cds...yeah you know, way back in the 80's and early 90's before the singer hung himself in his hotel room and was replaced a few year later on a CBS reality TV show. Anyway, I like JD Fortune, he's a good singer and fits the mold well...I also don't mind Pretty Vegas cuz it's catchy as fuck and the "that ain't pretty" pun when refering to INXS never gets old. I also enjoy old INXS....I mean I don't enjoy it but I know all the material. I'm assuming JD does a good job covering those songs. So I'm know Im gay but I'm somewhat looking forward to seeing them live. I'm just happy I got tickets since they sold out so fast. That ain't pretty JD...it ain't pretty after the show. I'm pretty sure you can't find me a person in the world who doesn't like Pretty Vegas or at least finds it catchy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been listening to this rapper....yeah rap music...weird. But it's not any normal rap music. I've been playing Necro - The Pre Fix For Death nonstop. It's about a year old now but I just discovered how awesome it was. After some advice from a friend I decided to give it a shot. Necro is not ordinary, he's "extreme rap"....it's along the lines of "extreme metal" but rap. His lyrics are extreme and he's got some extreme beats and he's a real big fan of death and black metal and well all extreme metal and is influenced a lot by it. It's some really awesome shit. One song also features Jamey Jasta from Hatebreed and two songs involve John Tardy from Obituary and some othe members of Obituary. Dude form Slipknot is on here too. I gave it a chance stricky on the fact one of my favorite vocalists John Tardy was on the album. I love Obituary and Tardy is one of my favorite vocalists....I also have this thing where rap is combined over extreme metal music and a few songs feature that. It's just really cool rap/hip hop that blows my fucking mind. Writing extreme metal lyrics isn't fucking easy, I mean it's mostly gore lyrics about an aborted fetus and killing people...and you know, extreme shit. This buddy does it violently and gorey and he rhymes. I need to find a real big hiphop/gangsta rap fan to analyze this shit, hear what someone from the other side thinks of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week until Motley Crue. That night will involve whiskey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neglect this place because I'm lazy and I am busy. I hate being busy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the point of stoned where I need drink and I need drink fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-114068735564904511?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114068735564904511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=114068735564904511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114068735564904511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/114068735564904511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/02/red-army.html' title='The Red Army'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113998751294198935</id><published>2006-02-15T03:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T03:14:56.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Your Big Toe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v382/Mrpinto/tattoo/piggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v382/Mrpinto/tattoo/piggy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113998751294198935?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113998751294198935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113998751294198935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113998751294198935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113998751294198935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/02/wheres-your-big-toe.html' title='Where&apos;s Your Big Toe?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113987341763570861</id><published>2006-02-13T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:30:17.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that the Olympics is on early in the morning. Screw you Italy and your stupid timezone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113987341763570861?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113987341763570861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113987341763570861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113987341763570861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113987341763570861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hate.html' title='I Hate....'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113943230082904996</id><published>2006-02-08T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T16:58:20.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nyquil doesn't work, don't believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113943230082904996?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113943230082904996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113943230082904996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113943230082904996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113943230082904996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/02/sneeze.html' title='Sneeze'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113896174548609147</id><published>2006-02-03T06:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T06:15:45.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phil The Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quite possibly the funniest movie I've ever seen. Canadian comedy kicks ass, but kicks even more ass when it's about an alien, with an addictive personality,  who crashes in upper Canada and becomes and alcoholic then jesus freak. Wow. Best movie to watch stoned ever.  I knew this was going to be great when the first scene was a father and his son at a hunting camp drinking whiskey...that has hiliarious written all over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113896174548609147?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113896174548609147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113896174548609147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113896174548609147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113896174548609147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/02/phil-alien.html' title='Phil The Alien'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113895392778096434</id><published>2006-02-03T03:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T04:05:27.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Better....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;than Munro day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when Dal closes for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl at work keeps calling me "her guy" because of something or other that had to do with me getting hired. I don't really pay attention. Anyway, it's starting to really creep me out....she keeps talking about how I'm her guy cuz of "blah blah hired" and it's just creepy. She's a ginger kid. That's creepy itself. Thinking about ginger kids makes a cold chill run down my spine. Ginger Kids is the racist term for the creepy looking people who are pal, have red hair and freckles. CREEPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is however going to work for me sunday...which is kickass. She is also from Yarmouth, which isn't kick ass...if I hear about the red knight one more time I might kill myself . No joke. I hate it when Lenny isn't working with me, the other people are too f'n creepy, even for my standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stabbed myself and it hurts. I was trying to do something that involved a knife and a bottle cap on my desk....and let's just say one of those things slipped and the knife went into my thumb and down my finger. It hurts...it bled a lot...but it was worth it. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffocation is coming back to Halifax in May...one week before they played last year. This is so fucking awesome. LAst year when they played I was so drunk but it was so awesome. Suffocation futhur prove my point that black people are the best at everything. They have two black people and Suffocation are the most popular death/gore band in the world. Michael Jordon was black and he was the best basketball player in the world. Tiger Woods is black and he's the best golfer in the world. See where I'm going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113895392778096434?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113895392778096434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113895392778096434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113895392778096434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113895392778096434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-better.html' title='What&apos;s Better....'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113869387979277221</id><published>2006-01-31T03:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T05:29:19.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 in a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked 10hrs today. The next time the phone rings I'll look at the caller ID before I answer it. I enjoy my job but not that much. Tonight Kirk was in...he is gay, which in turn leads to the funniest stories ever because he used to work at Club NRG, the gay bar. He was talking about the black people from uniake square used to hang out there..."nigger drunks" as he said...then he said they didn't pick on them and call them fags and they didn't call them niggers so they had a silent bond between each other. The way he told it, made it much funnier than it seems now. He left early so before he left I ran home and got some homework and from like 10:30 - 2 I did homework. It was boring. But when I popped home I checked the score of the game and the leafs were winning 3-1 in the 3rd so safe to say I skipped back to work with much glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I bought batteries at mainway and they were already dead. I was pissed. Screw you mainway. I have some Janus pictures from that night I might post later but I'm lazy so who knows.  Either way I don't remember enough of the night to comment on it. Besides the cold sore which still hurts more than anything in the world. I do remember the bands being awesome and Janus pulling out the two Tool covers. It was fun. I heart Gus' Pub. So much alcohol was drank that work really sucked saturday night. I need limits. NAH. I went into subway cuz someone from subway txt'd me and Kirk and Mike both said that making a sentence seemed very difficult for me. I believe them. I gotta free sub out of it though....but I drunkenly agreed to work tuesday night (which is tonight I guess). I also got to party with brett and holly, both whom I haven't seen since new years, or even talked to for that matter. This having a job/school work thing is gay. I liked getting wasted every night better. I haven't even been to the Oasis since the start of the losing streak. Hopefully I get Friday off so I can go. I got sunday off for the super bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work I listen to q104....they play the same bands a lot...not the same song (besides the newest nickelback song..but that's ok cuz of the awesome blast beat/double kick near the end of the song...it's worth it for the blast beats)...like they normally play 2 or 3 Hip songs every couple of hours...Aerosmith all the time, Led Zepplin and Pink Floyd too. Along with some others whom I can't think of. It gets annoying...but I guess I don't really mind cuz singing to the radio is pretty much all I've done at work for as long as I rmemeber and it's all I'll do here and I can sing to everyone on q014. I never had that with ckbw. SCREW YOU CKBW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could get paid so I can pay my damage deposit and go cd shopping. Derek finally confirmed we have 6 people in the house now. Neither of us know the 6th girl but the 5th girl worries me. She's straight edge...like Riskey Business/xhcorex/drawing x's on her hands type....aka doesn't drink, smoke or do drugs and lets everyone know it....it's cool with me that she doesn't do any of that stuff but I do, and I do a lot and I know these types of people and they disapprove of it. She's been at parties before that I've been at where drugs and alocohol were used and derek assures me she's not psycho....so I'm hoping it won't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aristocrats is one of the funniest/disturbing movies ever. If you can handle incest and feces jokes then it's worth checking out, if you watch it and don't get the joke or why they say such sick things, you suck. And if you find it offensive, it's understandable. I found it so funny I had a stomach ache and went into laughing fits. Bob Saget is a dirty dirty (but funny) man. This is the best documentry I've seen besides Helter Skelter and Bowling for Columbine. Funny documentries are ok to enjoy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRYAN MCCABE IS GONNA PLAY FOR TEAM CANADA. FUCK YOU ALL WHO TOLD ME HE WASN'T ON THE OLYMPIC TEAM AND THE 'TAXI SQUAD WAS SHIT' look now bitchez! A leaf is playing for Canada...AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113869387979277221?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113869387979277221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113869387979277221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113869387979277221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113869387979277221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-man.html' title='Oh Man!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113847967279472797</id><published>2006-01-28T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T16:21:12.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up this morning with a cold sore...it hurts and it burns. I bought some anbesol, it smells bad but feels good. I may have to kill whoever I contracted this from. If it was you, you better hide cuz I'll kill ya. I do not remember the last time I had a cold sore but I don't remember it hurting this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113847967279472797?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113847967279472797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113847967279472797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113847967279472797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113847967279472797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113821369065978961</id><published>2006-01-25T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:28:40.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU METRO TRANSIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why do your busses have to come 5 minutes earlier than they're supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113821369065978961?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113821369065978961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113821369065978961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113821369065978961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113821369065978961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/fuck-you-metro-transit.html' title='FUCK YOU METRO TRANSIT'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113817254583305189</id><published>2006-01-25T02:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T03:19:46.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Call With Carson Daily</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 100% justified and everyone agrees with me. I can't think of any better way to describe it than how Kevin did "that's cold shit". It fits. Deal with it, or don't. I don't care, just fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done and done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Lemieux retired....wtf is up with all these players retiring during the season. Grow some balls Mario, get a new organ. Actually I don't really care, Mario should have quite the last time there was a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pink Pather movie, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay are coming to Halifax. Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113817254583305189?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113817254583305189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113817254583305189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113817254583305189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113817254583305189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-call-with-carson-daily.html' title='Last Call With Carson Daily'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113810186216741607</id><published>2006-01-24T05:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T07:24:23.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ottawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess Steven Harper had a better chance at winning tonight than Mats Sundin...and Sundin had a better chance at winning than Martin and in the end both Sundin and Martin lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper had a better chance vs Martin and Alferdson had a better chance vs Sundin and both Harper and Alfredson won. What a shitty night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leafs got screwed by the refs and the liberals got screwed by the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another election in 2yrs another leafs vs sens match in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-21-3 is an embarassing record...considering two weeks ago it was 24-15-3. LE SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Anon. Normally I would address your comment in a very rude way since it took me all of 25 seconds and a lung hit to figure you out. But I'm far to tired from work, pissed at the leafs and too tired. Getting a point about life through someone's head who has never experienced anything even remotely close to this would be like talking to a brick wall, normally getting a point across to you is like talking to a brick wall anyway so ya know. You shouldn't really be so outspoken about something when your ignorance level on the subject is at a highler level than most people I know. I'm pretty sure I never once talked to you about anything in the recent past (i.e past year) or anything really. You only know anything from word of mouth...and that's not really the best thing to go from. But regardless you've never been in any type of situation at all....You're WAY to nieve to even realize that if you were me you'd be a bit ticked at Kim too. I'm pretty sure anybody would agree with me....even Kim would probably agree she'd want me to tell her if the samething went on with Vincent. It's human fucking nature to wanna know that shit. But I guess when you don't experience 'human nature' it's kinda hard know what I'm talking about. Maybe we value different things in friendships? I dunno...but I'd really like to see how you would react if it was you. I'm sure if I had have talked to you last night and said "hey, here's a weird question....would you be pissed at blah blah if she didn't tell you blah blah." You would have said "yeah a little bit." .....HYPOCRITES!!!!!! Blah! I do not feel like speaking about this anymore atm. It's totally ruining the Radiohead experience. Just to clear up any confusion though...subject of what kim didn't tell me really plays no factor at all. I'm quite confident I stressed that enough before but I guess sometimes ya gotta point out the obvious. Or at least that's what this Radiohead song told me, and I thought they had a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at work some dude came in and he was saying how he was here on the intermission to get a sub...so I was like yeah I'm taping the game so I can watch it when I get home. He then started a sentence like he was gonna say the score and I was like "AHHHH BALSHGH AHH" and he laughed and said "fair enough". I did not find out the score. I was happy about that cuz it would have ruined the night moreso than when the conservatives won or when the leafs lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah work. This is job is fun. The people are cool, the job is busy and when you work with people you like i tends to be more fun. Lenny is a pretty fucking cool guy and he knows a few guys I know and we both have the same interests so we can pass time by talking about stupid shit instead of panning bread (or whatever the fuck they call it...subway has weird names for every task). The tips are also awesome! I've worked 3 shifts and managed about 15 bucks, give a take a bit. I don't believe in giving tips and always said if I worked a job like that I wouldn't expect tips...and guess what...I still don't expect them but do fucking enjoy them. I might be more inclined to tip people from now on. No joke. But if they like expect it I probably wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was awhile ago now...maybe like more than a week ago. I went to Sobeys and a guy was playing his recorder asking for change. I did not have any when I walked by so I made sure to get some from sobeys. I go back out and give him some change, even though he was taking a break. I told him that his recorder playing was awesome (and it was...the recorder is awesome to begin with) and I went back up to my room. Sat down and had my window opened and the wind carried the sound of his recorder all the way to my ears. It was awesome. I got my moneys worth I guess and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided The Beatles are better musicans at crafting songs than the Stones...but decided the Stones play their instruments better. But I'm having trouble deciding who has the better lyrics and songs. It's really rattling my so very stoned brain. The Beatles write darker songs for sure....but man, I really can't decide who writes better songs. I think the Stones borrow from early black artists way more than the beatles and I think a lot would disagree with me. Bah...fuck it. I'll just enjoy both bands. In the end, I'm the real winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113810186216741607?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113810186216741607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113810186216741607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113810186216741607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113810186216741607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/ottawa.html' title='Ottawa'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113799633886377690</id><published>2006-01-23T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T02:05:38.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inhuman Rampage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I wasn't sure if I was justified in being a bit pissed off or not. But I decided I am. I think if roles were reversed that would totally be something you'd want me to mention to ya. It's not like we talk or see each other at all but I still would expect to be told something like that even if our relationship has changed drastically in the past 3yrs or whatever. News is shocking but I don't really care, not being told when everyone else apparently knew was a bit upsetting to say the least. I've been in the reversed position before and when I didn't speak up I someone was pissed at me, and rightfully so. Some people I wouldn't have expected to mention it, namely Kendra or Vincent...which is cool. Makes senese for obvious reasons....meh whatever. I'm pissed and I believe rightfully so. I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113799633886377690?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113799633886377690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113799633886377690' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113799633886377690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113799633886377690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/inhuman-rampage.html' title='Inhuman Rampage'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113764730611333826</id><published>2006-01-19T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T01:08:26.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Suck At</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Public transportation.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had to go to bayers lake, so I took the #7 to robie and north and I had just missed the #52....no big deal, I waited the 30min for it to come again. I get to bayers lake do my shit and get the bus back fine...I get off on north and Robie and boom...just miss the #7....so I walk down to Gottigen street hoping to find at least one busy going my way....BOOM...I just miss the #7 again. Fuck I was pissed. So I see the number 10 coming the other way.,...I think to myself, it's cold out, I'm tired and pissy so i'll get on the #10, it can't go that far across the bridge....an hour later on the #10 I get to where I want to be and that is home. It literally went all over dartmouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just missed the bus to school so I said fuck it and went to the liquor store instead of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at public transit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113764730611333826?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113764730611333826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113764730611333826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113764730611333826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113764730611333826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-i-suck-at.html' title='Things I Suck At'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113733097722093919</id><published>2006-01-15T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T09:16:18.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack Of Comprehension</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think spring is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113733097722093919?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113733097722093919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113733097722093919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113733097722093919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113733097722093919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/lack-of-comprehension.html' title='Lack Of Comprehension'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113671783598971558</id><published>2006-01-08T06:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T06:57:16.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Sure....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what to think of this.....I'm not actually sure what anybody thinks of this...or could think of this. But I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/doodoocaca.php"&gt;DooDooCaCa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anything, this video will lower your IQ and and make you shake your money maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113671783598971558?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113671783598971558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113671783598971558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113671783598971558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113671783598971558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-not-sure.html' title='I&apos;m Not Sure....'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113645679101677490</id><published>2006-01-05T05:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T06:26:31.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Cam Whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So it turns out that I'm not very good at taking pictures when I'm sober....and even worse when I'm drunk. So enjoy my pictures I took of the party at the Lodge. I'll try to give a brief description of what they all are...but some of them leave me puzzled. Anyone wanna teach me the art of photography?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and Klayton taking part in the worst jam ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, the birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse aka Captain Metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine and the worst jam ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ Knows...probably me just taking a pic of Jen's hot back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAR ENSEMBLE!!! That black girl tried to beat up Justine near the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn's deaf dog. Dog is metal as fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More War Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy Flesh and Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Thy Flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War Ensemble again me thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0078.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and Courtney. Dave is smiling cuz she signed his band to a record deal..or he's posing for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War Ensmble. That short haired chick was surprisingly hot when I was drunk...now not so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terramike in a Santa hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham is doing his best Corpse impression. If only you could hear the growl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c275/hiv20/DSCF0088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some better one's that I didn't take. Well I lied...I took two of them for Ali&lt;br /&gt;John Haight...I prefer to call him John Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/alibaker/New%20Years%202006/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/alibaker/New%20Years%202006/IMG_0031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff, Gerald and Pete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/alibaker/New%20Years%202006/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/alibaker/New%20Years%202006/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali and Holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/alibaker/New%20Years%202006/IMG_0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/alibaker/New%20Years%202006/IMG_0127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/alibaker/New%20Years%202006/IMG_0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/alibaker/New%20Years%202006/IMG_0152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that about does it. Funny pictures. Maybe someday when it doesn't take 8yrs to upload and shit I'll post the rest. I doubt it though. All in all, it was a good new years, the partying at the apartment, checking out Janus with Holly, partying at the lodge and throwing up all day Sunday. I manged to put more alcohol in my system than most people do in two weekend of partying. I once again considered never drinking about due to the awfulness of Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched the 40yr old virgin....holy fucking funny. I knew I shouldn't have believed what my gay roomate said two months ago...he was like "it's not that funny" then Joe and Dennis said it was hella funny so I watched it and I almost cried cuz I was laughing so hard. My stupid roomate more than likely didn't find it funny cuz that's gonna be his story in 20yrs. No joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo came back at like 7:30am and he was yelling and shit. I dunno what he was saying (different language and all) or who he was yelling at....but Steve and I both appeared out of our rooms at practically the sametime to tell him to shut the fuck up cuz we were sleeping. I was pretty pissed. I came outta my room and said "Hey Leo, what's up? NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP" and he did and I went back to sleep. The best sleeps always come after you've told someone to shut the fuck up. He gave me a story about it tonight and I didn't understand most of it cuz a) I wasn't really paying full attention and b) he seems to have gotten worse at english. Either way I said I didn't care but chances are if I get waken up at 7:30am again I'm gonna do the samething...he laughed and gave me some shrimp. Steve keeps coming into my room when I'm gone and taking movies from my computer....I'm not sure why he can't ask for them when I'm here (which is like 90% of the day)...I think he does it when I'm gone so he can steal my porn. Whatever floats his boat I guess. He makes jokes about my drug paraphernalia laying about in MY room...they're like jokes but he's like half serious about it...and I'm kinda like "well if you don't like it, don't look at it cuz it ain't going nowhere." He comes in my room when I'm not around and then has the nerve to go on about the shit I have laying around. Piss off! It's funny, normally I thought the non english speaking roomate would be the most annoying....turns out it's the other one. They both got lucky they got stuck with a very laid back person like myself...I can imagine if I wasn't as liberal as I was they would not be happy living here. Sam was pretty laid back but not quite as much as me and he exploded at them a few times so yeah....they are annoying. Steve hints around at shit like coming out to the leaf games with me....but fuck, I can't stand to watch the games here on saturday night cuz he's just so f'n annoying. Like dude, if I wanted to be asked 600 questions and then have you question me on my leaf knowledge everytime I gave you the answer....I'd get a girlfriend! Blah! Enough bitchin' for one day I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new employment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113645679101677490?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113645679101677490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113645679101677490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113645679101677490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113645679101677490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-cam-whore.html' title='I&apos;m A Cam Whore'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/alibaker/New%20Years%202006/th_IMG_0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113634230141351705</id><published>2006-01-03T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:38:21.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PUKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113634230141351705?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113634230141351705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113634230141351705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113634230141351705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113634230141351705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-tomorrow.html' title='School Tomorrow'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113617302014144522</id><published>2006-01-01T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:37:00.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helmet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a good article that involves a helmet, a head, and no suspension. I'm a Leafs fan and was happy Tucker didn't get suspended...but this guy is 100% right. I really like the part where he says Tucker isn't a fighter, then says he's a something mean but funny. "Tucker does not have a reputation as a fighter. He does have one as a hit-from-behind, take-your-knees-out kind of guy..." hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's different now that he actually leads a team in goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sportsnet.ca/hockey/columnist.jsp?content=20051228_171238_5120"&gt;Campbell The Confusing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah....this article is really about Colin (pronounced like the ass colin) Campbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113617302014144522?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113617302014144522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113617302014144522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113617302014144522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113617302014144522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/helmet.html' title='Helmet'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113510142138652979</id><published>2005-12-20T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:57:01.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was one of the best SNL skits I've ever seen. I could watch this all day....it makes me giggle until I pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CHRONIC WHAT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;CLES OF NARDIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/articles/snlnarnia.html?t=4458"&gt;http://www.break.com/articles/snlnarnia.html?t=4458&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113510142138652979?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113510142138652979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113510142138652979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113510142138652979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113510142138652979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/12/saturday-night-live.html' title='Saturday Night Live'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113509941326833200</id><published>2005-12-20T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:23:33.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Source Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not going to explain my situation with my former employer source security. Some people know it already. Check this out, from the same local music board that I posted my opinion on this company on...only three weeks after I got fired. I've seen this shit happen first hand, and much worse. The fact that someone posted this makes me glee inside simply cuz the dickheads in the office watch this messageboard religiously now cuz I talked shit about the company on there (then got fired for it). I just got a letter from source today with my past checks and my ROE. I'm gonna print the thread from the board and send it to them just to furthur prove my point. Sooner or later they're gonna piss the right people off and they'll have bad PR coming outta their asses. The only I disagree with in what is below is how he asks people to stay away from Fireside....it's not Fireside's fault. They have no control over who source sends to them and everybody who works for source is prety much a meathead so they gotta take what they can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[quote]My sister is visiting from Winnipeg and yesterday was her birthday. Her 27th birthday, I should note.&lt;br /&gt;We had plans to go out for dinner then meet some cousins at the Fireside for a couple of martinis. We accomplished the first part of this plan, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;But when we arrived at the Fireside there was a big bouncer with an earpiece and stuff as you'd expect to find outside a nightclub late in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;This is about 7:30. On Monday. At the Fireside.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this guy is checking ID and H****** doesn't have hers on her.&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, he let me in (without checking my ID) to search out our cousins and explain that we were going to retrieve the ID and be back ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm gone he proceeds to lecture R***** and H****** about how irresponsible they're being by not having their ID and health cards on them. Apparently he was saying things like "What if you get hit by a car?"&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to the door the two of them were already disinclined to make the effort to come back to the Fireside. But our cousins were midway through meals, so we took a quick roundtrip cab ride to get the ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we met up with Bouncer again. I made a point of showing him my ID. R***** showed hers. H***** showed her two-part Manitoba driver's license. And Bouncer stared at it for a long time, flipping it over and over.&lt;br /&gt;He asked for more ID, which she was not carrying. He insisted this license wasn't good enough because it does not have a hologram and again started lecturing H****** about how irresposible she was being by carrying this inadequate identification.&lt;br /&gt;Some arguing ensued. He insisted she should be carrying a passport or at least a health card.&lt;br /&gt;How does he know she didn't make this herself?&lt;br /&gt;He said there was no way he could let her in the bar.&lt;br /&gt;(Let's take a moment to consider the theoretical tactics of my "underage" sister--who admittedly is young looking--in Bouncer's eyes: when first asked for ID she says she has none, then 10 minutes later she returns with out-of-province documents that say she's EIGHT YEARS over the legal drinking age. Would this be a smart way to get into a bar illegally?)&lt;br /&gt;I pointed out that this identification was quite legitimate enough to allow her to board an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;He said it only takes one person to ruin an entire bar and continued being an outright jerk to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;We asked repeatedly to speak to a manager. He either flatly refused or said "he's just going to say the same thing as me."&lt;br /&gt;At this point I said, "Okay, I understand you're not going to let us in the bar, but you don't have to be a dick about it."&lt;br /&gt;So he started yelling at me, "YOU LEAVE NOW."&lt;br /&gt;He refused to let any of us enter the bar to let my cousins know we were being turfed.&lt;br /&gt;There were plenty of other patrons trying to enter the bar at this point and this was becoming quite a scene. Another bouncer was standing a couple stairs down, doing nothing. Bouncer had earlier indicated that this guy was in fact his supervisor, but he would not intervene.&lt;br /&gt;Bouncer continued to yell in my face.&lt;br /&gt;My instinct, probably not smart from an evolutionary perspective, when faced with big dumb brutes being big dumb brutes, is to sneer at them. So I started making comments about how yelling at me in front of everyone must make him feel like a big man and how he was showing off in front of his colleague. (I should note, I had had nothing to drink that day)&lt;br /&gt;So he straight-armed me through both sets of doors and out into the street. I guess he hit me a little harder than I thought at the time cause my chest is a bit tender this morning.&lt;br /&gt;R***** had preceded me out the doors somehow, so the two of us were out there. But when I took stock of everything out there I could see H****** was still inside arguing with Bouncer. I didn't know just what was up but it ocurred to me he might now not be letting her leave, so I went in to retrieve her.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I opened the inside door, he turned, yelled at me again and shoved me back through both doors.&lt;br /&gt;H****** did soon get back outside.&lt;br /&gt;R***** noted a family with two young kids exited the Fireside while I was being manhandled out--there's no reason an underage person can't be inside at that hour.&lt;br /&gt;We were pleased to accept the gracious aid of another couple who had been coming in behind us. They had decided not to go in after seeing how this guy was treating us.&lt;br /&gt;The woman went downstairs to alert my cousins we'd been turfed while the guy, who said he knows the owner of the security company (Source), called him to let him know what an idiot Bouncer had been.&lt;br /&gt;I may drop by in person today to tell Fireside people how we were treated (if not, calls and letters willbe headed their way). But after that I won't be back.&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully, I'd urge oher Haligonians to do the same.[/quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113509941326833200?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113509941326833200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113509941326833200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113509941326833200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113509941326833200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/12/source-security.html' title='Source Security'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113483687546384907</id><published>2005-12-17T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:27:55.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so hungover I want to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113483687546384907?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113483687546384907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113483687546384907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113483687546384907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113483687546384907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/12/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113472276573451152</id><published>2005-12-16T04:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T04:49:42.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I only need five more pages and I'm done. I've been working on this retarded Egyptian paper forever and finally after putting in like 90min a day for three weeks I'm almost done. I figure I'll be done today or tomorrow...it is awesome. This paper will be shit, but I don't care cuz the class was shit to begin with. The worst class I've ever taken by far. The teacher didn't even lecture, the class was based on every student presenting one of the articles from the course reader...3-4 presentations per class. GAY! Then our mid term was based on the authors of each of these articles....who the fuck studies the authors? Then he wants a 20 page paper. This guy needs to go back to NYU and learn how to teach, but regardless. I'll be done by tomorrow and I'll be happy. I've invested like 90min to 2hrs every couple days on this paper for like the past month and I'm finally almost done. I probably could have been done like 2 weeks ago, but fuck it...I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paper is about th Islamic religion consuming too much of Egyptians daily life. Fucking boring. I only choose to do this because it is very simple. Religious practise in Egypt is a very easy subject to find sources on and with the 8 that I have I can just bullshit together a paper and it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the worst paper ever written in the history of papers but I could careless anymore. This class was one I was looking forward too after I picked it....it turned out to be a shitfest so whatever, my paper can be a shitfest too. I have to be inspired to write a good paper and his class did the opposite of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah....it will be a cold day in hell before I actually make this a 20 page paper....It might plus 15-16-17 but that's it. 20 pages for a prof that didn't teach....fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113472276573451152?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113472276573451152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113472276573451152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113472276573451152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113472276573451152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/12/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113424937635340887</id><published>2005-12-10T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T17:16:16.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am The Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It takes a lot to make me feel uncomfortable or make me regret something. When alcohol is involved it takes a lot more. I'm pretty liberal when it comes to people being drunk and foolish, it's cool...have a good time. But insulting people and being a total jackass in front of people you don't really know, just because you can't handle your liquor, is sometihng that makes me feel uncomfortable. I enjoy being a drunkard dick and so do most people, but there is a line that you have to draw somewhere. Being jokingly rude and obnoxious is normally accepted by me. I do it all the time when I'm drunk but everyone knows I'm just being a dickhead, everyone I know does it when their drunk but there is something in their tone that lets you know they're just fucking around and having fun....anyway...I regret taking my roomate out last night and I can't believe how he acted. It pissed me off. I seriously thought there was going to be a fight, thankfully there wasn't...but if someone had have punched him in the nose, it would have been justified. Belligerent to a point is fine, but only to a certain point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty confident if he had have called someone "fuck face" one more time he was going to get knocked out...and it would have been deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even describe how pissed off I am at him..this morning Steve and I were talking about dickwad and his douchebaggery and I knew he was just waking up cuz I heard him sit at his desk so I made sure our conversation was loud enough that he could hear it. Steve also did the same. Steve had exams and was studying for the past two nights and both nights he had to battle douchebaggery. Steve was also not impressed and it also takes a lot to piss Steve off...he's as calm, cool and collective as I am. So something is obviously wrong when the two guys who don't give a shit about anything and don't get mad are giving a shit and getting mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going away soon and because of that I give him the benefit of the doubt and will assume he was just trying to have fun and shit...even though I don't really believe it....but since I will never see him again I will give him the benefit of the doubt but if the situation was different I wouldn't give him the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was embarassed and I had to apologize for someone else's behaviour. Thankfully there won't be another chance to take him out anywhere else, but even if there was I would NEVER take him over to the apartment again or probably invite him to hang out with any of my friends for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't enjoy drinking so much, his behaviour for the past two nights of drinking would be enough to lead me down the path of sobriety. Coming home in a bloody mess and waking me up to drool all over yourself and talk gibberish isn't cool....but I could handle it....but that plus going to my friends house and being a disrespectful prick in the way that he was, undescribable right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really understood why he gets kicked out of every bar he goes too (literally, every night he gets kicked out of the bars....not joking...it's sorta disgusting) but now I understand fully completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the actions of last night, I'm not too sure if I'm going to be that sad to see him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113424937635340887?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113424937635340887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113424937635340887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113424937635340887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113424937635340887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-law.html' title='I Am The Law'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113403536939864000</id><published>2005-12-08T05:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T05:49:29.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimebag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://robhalford.com/dimebag/memorial3-flat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://robhalford.com/dimebag/memorial3-flat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One year ago today Dimebag was shot and killed, along with 4 others, on stage during the opening song of his set with Damageplan. Breaking out the Pantera cd's today is a must. A black toothed grin indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have gotten the chance to Dime play with Pantera. But I guess I shouldn't complain too much as I did get to see Dime shred with Damageplan and play a classic Pantera riff or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://metalinjection.net/wallpaper/dimebag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://metalinjection.net/wallpaper/dimebag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113403536939864000?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113403536939864000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113403536939864000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113403536939864000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113403536939864000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/12/dimebag.html' title='Dimebag'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113394325655536101</id><published>2005-12-07T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T04:14:16.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie and the Chocolate Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113394325655536101?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113394325655536101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113394325655536101' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113394325655536101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113394325655536101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/12/charlie-and-chocolate-factory.html' title='Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113387111151671743</id><published>2005-12-06T08:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T08:11:51.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shut up, you talk too loud,&lt;br /&gt;You don't fit in with the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you exist,&lt;br /&gt;I've crossed you right off my list,&lt;br /&gt;Too much, too soon, you're way out of tune,&lt;br /&gt;No Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way out, you're way out of line,&lt;br /&gt;No buddy I can't spare a dime,&lt;br /&gt;Fade out, baby that's right,&lt;br /&gt;No bark and even less bite,&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect smile, betrays your lack of style,&lt;br /&gt;No Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, you can't catch up now,&lt;br /&gt;You face the wrong way anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;I know you ain't got the brain,&lt;br /&gt;To come in out of the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, no magic, I'm afraid you're really tragic,&lt;br /&gt;No Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who said a song could only been good if it had good lyrics? I've just listened to No Class 6 times and the lyrics still aren't good but the song is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://webzoom.freewebs.com/bandpictures/T-Shirts/Motorhead%20Shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://webzoom.freewebs.com/bandpictures/T-Shirts/Motorhead%20Shirt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113387111151671743?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113387111151671743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113387111151671743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113387111151671743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113387111151671743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-class.html' title='No Class'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113299972145672096</id><published>2005-11-26T06:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T06:08:41.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like the few Matt Mays songs I've heard...but this dude sucks balls live. The Novaks also sucked balls. So fucking boring. The majority of both bands songs all sounded the same too. I respect and can enjoy a lot of music but when you suck live you suck. Matt Mays had a kick ass flying V guitar though...to bad he used it to play indie rock. He should be laying on the hood...of an old car....after it ran him over!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I gotta do this shit again tomorrow night. I accepted to do it two nights in a row cuz I figured they'd be good live...my face sure is red. I snuck some people in one of the "fire" exits to cure my boredom. the Marquee legally only holds 650ppl and they already let in close to 850 so I figured a few more wasn't gonna hurt. Of course there were requirements, to get in for free through the back doors you needed boobs and very little clothing. I have standards too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I did get to get high with a really really REALLY drunk stranger. That made up for it. Although he could have poisoned us both and I wouldn't know it. But I doubt it, he was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leafs FUCKING WON TONIGHT...then the refs took it away from them. The refs hate us. There was time to go take a piss after the puck went in, in OT, before the whistle blew. Fuck that call! We lost in the shootout in the end. GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Korn leaked. I loved Korn when I was 14. I still like them outta habbit....this album is pretty good. A lot better than the last two. They lost a member and changed their lyric style....no more "I hate my past" lyrics....or if the lyrics are still about the same old stuff Jon writes about, they hid it well this time. They also got a bit of a different sound. I'll buy it, simply cuz I've already got 30 korn cds...why stop now? But I doubt it will ever make it in my cd player. I do enjoy the song 10 or a 2 way....I wonder if it's about Jon's pornstar wife...there is obviously gangbang references in the lyrics....and well 10 or a 2 way....yeah. It's weird cuz if you heard this you'd never think it was Korn....well besides Jon's voice, it doesn't sound like a Korn album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to work I spoiled myself and went into random play and bout Entombed - Wolverine Blues. Fucking grind thrash from sweden. It's awesome. One of the best albums of the early 90's for sure. I might spoil myself again tomorrow before work too just cuz matt mays sucks balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my cousins boyfriend/soon to be husband Marty does some work with source security too and he was working with me tonight...He's a cool guy but I see him way too often and it's always awkward since we feel obligated to talk to each other even though we don't really know each other. He's either gotta stop working Thursdays at the Oasis or the Leafs gotta stop playing Thursday night. This dude owns his own business, works secuirty, works thursday nights at the oasis and has shares in source....dude is a workaholic! I saw Katie, said cousin, she shipped Lily away for the weekend so she could come see the shows and so Marty could work them. Their roomate is Mr. Mays and El Torpedo's manager, they made me go with them to look at pictures of the band and Lily. They were cute. Troy is a nice guy...with a sweet job. To bad his sweet job is with a shitty band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam came home shortly after me and he's the drunkest I've ever seen anybody in my life. I get pretty fucked up from time to time and do some stupid things...but holy crap, if I ever got like that I'd quit drinking. It was funny too me cuz I was stoned but I don't think anybody else would have enjoyed it. Cracked me the fuck up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to miss the last ever party at the jamspot tonight. If I had have known about it before I would have bailed on the work. Some jackass broke into it after Behemoth and trashed it. They didn't harm any of the bands gear or steal anything but they busted up the pop machine and spray painted shit everywhere. The landlord is now shutting it down. Parties at the jamspot are cool. These are the last pictures I took of a party at ze jamspot...or at least the only ones that got uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/GoreWhore_666/StefInHalifax085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/GoreWhore_666/StefInHalifax085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/GoreWhore_666/stefinhalifax0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b39/GoreWhore_666/stefinhalifax0763.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Cornwallis street parties/jams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Steve and Mel don't talk anymore...they used to be engaged then they broke up and he just found out she was cheating on him or something. I'm not totally sure of all the details cuz I tend to not listen when he's talking about this shit...I pretend I'm listening and just say "yea" when it's needed...I'm a prick. Anyway...they don't talk and she has some of my dvds...she better bring them back. She was here the other day and I meant to ask her for them but I heard her and steve screaming at each other then I heard her yell something on her way out of his room then she left and slammed the door behind her...so I decided it wasn't the right time to ask for them back hahaha. I should have though, it would have been funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent not coming to Canada? &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/story/arts/national/2005/11/23/Arts/fiftycent-051124.html"&gt;http://www.cbc.ca/story/arts/national/2005/11/23/Arts/fiftycent-051124.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt that because his tour will gross way too much money so big businesses aren't gonna stand for this...and we all know canada is run by big businesses. My opinion is he shouldn't be allowed into Canada because the government are being hypocrites if they do let him in. Lots of metal bands aren't allowed into Canada, lots of rock bands can't get into the country because of their criminal pasts which are pretty much the same as 50's or even more petty...I mean 50 was selling drugs. Nile isn't allowed in the country just because....50 Cent always promotes violence etc....so yeah either let them all in or keep them all out don't be a hyopcrite about it. My personal opinion is let them all in but since they don't and they are making a big deal out of 50's violence promotion and his criminal past (and the fact ppl were shot after a concert he did in toronto not too long ago) they should keep him out...but they won't. All or nothing, not this well ok you can but you can't shit. Hopefully them letting 50 Cent do this full Canadian tour will change the way shit goes down with bands being allowed into Canada. If he's allowed to come in for a full tour with his criminal past, his lyrics, his message etc and a band like Nile (and the countless others) who just aren't allowed in cuz they "look like a threat" continue to not be allowed in the government will take a lot of heat. People won't stand for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halifax is the most violent city in Canada (per capa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/ns/story/ns-crime-hfx20051124.html"&gt;http://www.cbc.ca/ns/story/ns-crime-hfx20051124.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew? I wouldn't have guessed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113299972145672096?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113299972145672096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113299972145672096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113299972145672096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113299972145672096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-hood.html' title='On The Hood'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113290261476958257</id><published>2005-11-25T02:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T03:10:14.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive or Just Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For treated indigenously, digenously&lt;br /&gt;Human right is private blue chip, pry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I felt like the biggest asshole&lt;br /&gt;Felt like the biggest asshole&lt;br /&gt;when I killed your rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;Mowed down the sexy people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat all the grass&lt;br /&gt;Eat all the grass that you want&lt;br /&gt;Accidents happen In the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crack pipes, needles, PCP and fast cars&lt;br /&gt;kind of mix really well in a dead movie star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me should go outside and...&lt;br /&gt;beat em' beat em' beat em' beat em'&lt;br /&gt;All pathetic flag waving ignorent pigs and we'll&lt;br /&gt;eat em' eat em' eat em' eat em'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONOR! MURDERER! SODOMIZER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana banana banana terrecotta banana terracott terracotta pie!&lt;br /&gt;Banana banana banana banana terrecotta banana terracotta terracotta pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to make some cash selling&lt;br /&gt;ASS&lt;br /&gt;Selling ass for heroin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics are a bit more serious on this album but are presented in the same awesome way. These are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work not one but TWO Matt Mays shows this weekend and have to miss two leafs games in the process. I hate matt mays and I hate missing leafs games...but I do enjoy that catchy "on the hood" song. "I don't care anymore....people tell me I should...something something wanna lay on the hood of an old car with my girrrrrrlfriend" yup hella catchy. Still gonna be a real shitty friday and saturday night though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go grocery shopping, I hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out last night and didn't get home until 5am. I hate staying out all night on weekdays but I do it anyway. My sleep pattern is so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe people are paying thousands of bucks for an xbox 360. $2500 on ebay....retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John got arrested last night...well sorta. It wasn't who they were looking for so he got let go. Still funny though. when your last name is Haight (hate)  I guess trouble just follows you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hate for Ed Belfour grows stronger with every game of the season. He needs to spend more time trying to stop the puck then coming out of the net and giving the puck away and letting the other teams score empty net goals. Derek and I both agree he needs to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced Molson Canadian Cold Shots are the best thing ever invented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113290261476958257?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113290261476958257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113290261476958257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113290261476958257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113290261476958257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/11/alive-or-just-breathing.html' title='Alive or Just Breathing'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113257016931025696</id><published>2005-11-21T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T06:49:29.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicinity Of Obscenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Family Guy....Peanut butter jelly time....holy crap! If you dunno what I'm talking about...I feel bad for you. Google it. That was almost as funny as last week, when the two people in wheelchairs with the robot thing that talks for them having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta a lot to work to do in the next 48hrs. I have a paper due Tuesday by 10pm....it's 10-12 pages and I've done like my outline. I pretty much have the paper done in my head and all the resources I need...but god I don't wanna type it out. It was like the easiest paper ever. We have to write a paper based on some aspect of german history in the 20th century. We have to big a time/event (i.e solider on western front WW2), make a fictional story based on facts....that doesn't make sense, but it's how he described it. I'm doing a diary for my character and well yeah....this is the easiest paper I've ever prepared for. C+ on the proposal.....but lost all my points cuz I didn't write a 1500 word one or do a bibliography for it. I'm expecting a pretty good mark on this paper, and I've had this teacher before and he's pretty much the easiest marker ever. He makes the hardest fucking multichoice tests in the history of mankind but he marks papers super easy. That's why I took his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also doing a paper on prostitution in the 19th century.....basically talking about why these women were considered a social evil. This is proving to be fairly interesting. My teacher let me borrow a few articles and a book (cuz the library sucks) and they've been pretty interesting. But with everything interest in school comes something boring...my paper on old age pensions. Yeah.....boring shit. I haven't even started thinking about my egyptian paper but I'm sure it's gonna be real boring too considering egypt sucks in the 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leafs are on a 4 game winning streak again. Which is kick ass. I had to miss the game saturday but I taped it and watched it when I got home. I enjoyed that tape a lot. 5-1 (should have been 6-1), what more could I ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I realistically afford a trip to Montreal the 2nd weekend of november? 4ppl splitting gas is like $60 each...so $60 travel, pack a lunch for the 15hr drive, free lodge and food in Montreal, $60 for two shows, $60 for merch, beer and other substances, meeting Decapitated and seeing some of my favorite bands live in a different province, priceless! If I worked like 12 hours in the next few weeks I could totally afford it. It's a pretty sweet offer but also expensive....and a 15hr drive in a car with courtny and ryan is a really big con. If jesse or sean goes, that's cool cuz they're cool....but still 15hrs. Ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behemoth and Necronomicon were amazing. The show was a success and it was great, minus the no selling booze at the marquee thing. Drinking outside wasn't so bad except it was really cold. How come the weather can't make up it's mind? Is it gonna be cool or is it gonna be warm. Like today it's a sorta cold day out, saturday was cold and tomorrow and tuesday are supposed to be warm with a buncha rain. I HATE YOU WEATHER!!!!!! Yeah, Behemoth were cool. Here's some pictures that I didn't take or host. But they describe the night pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie from PEI and Steve...They are gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v303/hiv18/PICT0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v303/hiv18/PICT0124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali and Graham, apparently also gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grimmest paw ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali is actually Axl Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why people from PEI named Jamie aren't in Halifax again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy never looks happy, Ali always looks drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0118.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necronomicon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y174/darkentries/HPIM0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y174/darkentries/HPIM0669.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behemoth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0170.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/PICT0169.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y174/darkentries/HPIM0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y174/darkentries/HPIM0673.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly Behemoth apparently requested before the show that no photos were to be taken and no video cameras....so Jamie and Nikki only gotta few pictures of Behemoth. Nobody knows why they asked for no cameras, Randy said they asked about an hour before they were set to go on. Weird. I wish I had more pictures to share but I do not. Pretty great time though. You know you're at a metal show when you're sitting outside the marquee sipping on beer in front of security. Some dude smoked a joint with Jeff and I right in front of the front doors...it was weird since neither of us knew this guy. I blame his weed for getting me sick. I felt like shit for the rest of the night. But it's the thought that counts. But I do blame him for making me miss the after party. I'll pretty much regret that forever. I saw the pictures, it looked real fun. But I am happy i just came home and watched the hockey game. I was all partied out I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was great. I saw Erin and we drank. Then I went to the attic just in time to see the hardcore legend Walter Schreifels perform. I used to love quicksand and rival schools so this was a treat...even if it was just him, an accoustic guitar. He did a few covers but mostly played stuff from his Walking Concert cd which I totally bought. It's awesome. Dude has a wonderful voice, came across great live too. Seeing him perform Seperate Silence with Bucket Truck was literally a once in a lifetime experience. Bucket Truck were top notch as usual. They played all new songs....they actually played the majority of the album and two songs from the ep. No old stuff at all, which was cool. I love the new album so hearing them tear through it was excellent. They've changed so much since I first saw them at snowjam. They were heading in the right direction when I first became a fan and now they're pretty much at the point they should be. The music is awesome and the band is intense. And any band thatg ets a real famous dude to produce it, fly to sweden to record it, fly in Walter to do guest vocals, fly producer to nfld, releases an ep by themselves cuz it's taking too long for the album to come out, then finally release the album by themselves and sell the ep for $5 and the album for $10 at all shows and pay for this all themselves is pretty fucking good. Almost impossible in todays world. It was nice to see them again. Adrian was front row and center with me, we're the two biggest bucket truck fans in the city. I think I told Adrian I'd finally go out and see his band (raygunonmics) but they got booted off the stage 9 bill for wednesday....aww. Ah well, i hate punk rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated and downloaded the new system of a down cd....and I had doubts it would even come close to touching the cd they released earlier this year. It pretty much tops that and makes it look silly. The songs are so much more catchy, perfect harmonies, simple yet intelligent riffs, retarded lyrics and amazing sound. These two album are by far my top 2 of 2005. I live for extreme metal but this tops any extreme metal release this year. I dunno how this band could ever release another album, there is no chance in hell they can ever make something better than these 24 songs or whatever. "I felt like the biggest asshole when I killed your rock n' roll". They way Darron and Serj trade vocals is incrediable. Brings chills to thy spine. I'm really surprised there haven't been many bandwagon fans and soad haven't blown up. Actually, I just thought about that for a few minutes and came to a conclusion. I love pot! They released two of the weaker songs and are releasing a weaker song from this album. Now by weak, I don't mean they're bad songs...I just mean there are catchier songs that would attrack more listeners from the album. Like for example, radio/video and violent pornography would have been ideal singles from the last album....catchy, easy to sing along too, heavy, funny etc. BYOB and Questions are great songs but they aren't single material. I bet if violent pornography have had been released you would have saw a bunch of 14yr old kids running around singing the lyrics. BUT it's awesome cuz they're still popular but not retarded popular...that seems to ruin all good bands (cough korn cough). I wish I didn't download it now though, now I have no surprise for Tuesday when I go buy it. I hate temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide bombers came back this past week. I hadn't heard from them in awhile, I was getting worried. What is this world coming to when two weeks pass before someone wants to mindlessly kill themselves and other innocent people with a strap on bomb, for Alah? It's a sad day when I have to wait for two weeks to get my suicide bombing fix. All joking aside, this one caused a lot of damage....shitty situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second show at Gus' on the 7th went very very well. Almost as well as the War Ensemble. I got kinda pissed at Fathom for taking too long to set up and playing a longer set. It took them an hour + to set up all the gear, then they had the balls to ask me if they could play second. Yeah right! They played first and played longer, like dickheads and although Gus' could have stayed opened till 2, Huge decided to cut their set really short so Thy Flesh could have an hour. I told Ian after he didn't need to do that cuz there was plenty of time in the end....but meh. Nobody was there to see Huge or Fathom anyway. After the show Demmo was asking us how many metal bands are in the city and all this shit. He loves the idea of us booking more metal shows there because once again we drank the taps dry. There were 40 paying people or something like that. Which is a great turnout for a tuesday night show in the middle of nowhere. I saw Rob friday, we talked about the next show. I told him I wanted 2 Minutes to Maiden to headline....he liked that idea. Put two other non-extreme bands on there and it will be perfect. I gotta some ideas but I'm really f'n lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Lost on Wednesday, I downloaded it but still haven't watched it. I hate missing Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep, it's almost 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-Fig is like the best song ever. MELT IN THE SKY MELT IN THE SUN. COME JOIN ME AND MELT IN THE SUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113257016931025696?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113257016931025696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113257016931025696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113257016931025696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113257016931025696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/11/vicinity-of-obscenity.html' title='Vicinity Of Obscenity'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/freddyvelma/Behemoth/th_PICT0131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113230302734592533</id><published>2005-11-18T04:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T04:37:07.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruito Faggens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b61/Fruito_Faggens/Frodo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b61/Fruito_Faggens/Frodo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113230302734592533?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113230302734592533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113230302734592533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113230302734592533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113230302734592533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/11/fruito-faggens.html' title='Fruito Faggens'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113205187965282061</id><published>2005-11-15T06:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T06:51:19.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113205187965282061?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113205187965282061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113205187965282061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113205187965282061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113205187965282061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I Can&apos;t Sleep...'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113143276049973065</id><published>2005-11-08T02:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T02:52:40.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say Party We Say Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow night I'm taking over Gus' Pub again, this time with Fathom, Huge and Thy Flesh Consumed. Come out for $1.40 beer and $3 cover. I'm very excited. Fathom sorta suck but Rob is a good friend and he lets me book the bands so I can tolerate them. Huge are awesome, probably the top hard rock band in the city. Thy Flesh are the best extreme metal band this side of Montreal. Thy Flesh are playing all new material too, so even more of a reason to go. I know I won't get the same crowd as I did for War Ensemble, but hopefully somebody shows up. Regardless, it will be a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was pretty fun. Went to a party at Jodi's place, that was kinda lame and her roomate made Jodi throw us all out shortly after 12. That was gay, but the party just moved up the street to somebody elses house. After a while of Derek and I driving around with Jamie we made it to Quinpool towers and there was a dude in the hallway passed out puking and asking for someone to call 911....I pretty much pissed myself cuz it was so funny. I believe the first words that came outta my mouth were "if he can say he needs someone to call 911 then he doesn't need anyone to call 911" everyone agreed with me...and the dude was dead for all I cared. Another dude started throwing up in the kitchen sink....amatures....they need to learn how to drink properly. Either way it was cool, we called the weed cab and Ashley rolled up some nice joints, we drank red wine with Mindy. For some reason Derek's roomate didn't want me to walk home, even though it's only like a 15min walk from quinpool towers, that was a bit weird. I was like "it's ok, I'm a grown up and I welcome trouble"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was filled with xbox. I love xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a midterm that I'm fairly confident I failed. How ironic is it that the classes I go to I suck at but the classes I don't go to I'm good at? Fucking Egyptian history, it wouldn't have been so bad if the prof didn't expect us to know the authors and random facts about them. It was the hardest midterm I've ever written, that's for sure. The only thing that makes me think I didn't fail is the fact I answered a question (there were 4 questions and I had a general idea for 1 of them and no idea for the other 3...we only had to do 2) and took atotal guess and sorta got the main idea write. I MIGHT get a 50, I'd be pretty much happy with anything that's a pass. Hell, I'd be happy with a 40. I love Egyptian history....but not 20th century egyptian history. I wanna learn about King Tut not British Occupation of Egypt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behemoth next Saturday and Bucket Truck next Friday, I can't fucking wait. The Behemoth afterparty is going to be pretty much the best thing ever. Holly is filming the show also with her new digital camera so having a copy of this show is going to be sweet. I am very excited. DEMIGOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is a mess again. I swear I just f'n cleaned it. I gotta stop throwing everything on the floor. Or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home on the weekend I think. It shall be boring I would imagine and I don't really wanna go. I have to take the bus too, which sucks ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113143276049973065?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113143276049973065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113143276049973065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113143276049973065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113143276049973065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-say-party-we-say-die.html' title='You Say Party We Say Die'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113079490129647822</id><published>2005-10-31T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:41:41.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Wasn't Built In A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I had to make the choice to drop a class and take a "W". Logic could quite possibly be the hardest thing in the world...and this was a class I actually went too and I still don't understand any of it. Fucking physics like philosophy!!! Anyway, it was either take the "W" or end up with like a "D" or "F".....the "W" is a lot better than either since it doesn't hurt my GPA. Next semester I'll take the much easier Scientific Reasoning logic class. I looked at the midterm last night and almost shat my pants.  I don't know why we need a logic requirement to be a philosophy major...but we do. I was dumb and took the hardest one Dal offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's paper time again.....I hate writing papers. The only one I'm concerned about is the Welfare Society paper.....boring shit. Old Age pensions *zzzzzz*&lt;br /&gt;I must admit....I really do miss Tiffany at this time of year. He "wordyness" was a lot of help...much easier than using the thesaurus and dictionary. Bitch was good at words. My spellchecker is probably the most annoying thing in the world too, that doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leafs have successfully made me cry already. Who loses 8 - 0 to Ottawa? NOT MY TEAM!!! ARGH! I did manage to get really fucking drunk though. So that made it easier to deal with hahaha. After the Leafs game the night is kind of a blur but lets see what I can recall. I believe I played a few games of pool with Leo...he wanted to go to Dooley's which made Sam and I piss ourselves hahahahah. Dooley hahaha. After that I went back to the apartment and hailed a cab to the north end....I puked my guts up in front of Sobeys. I remember playing mario kart and that's it. I managed to make it to the lodge for the party and quinn's....it was sorta small...only a few people there. After Klayton kicked us all out at like 4:30 we were all heading to Mike's place but somehow John, Holly and I ended up at her place and I just went home from there. I managed to get home around 6am. Puked my guts up all morning. At one point I was throwing up so much it actually hurt and I started to unintentionally cry hahaha. But that means I had a good night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had to work....I was pissy. I started out at a frat party which was really lame so I got to leave and go to the Peel Pub which was just as lame but I did get to watch sportsnet news all night and hear a fairly decent cover band. I also got to throw some people out and use force. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I also had to work but managed to make it to the Oasis in time for the 3rd period. We lost :(. I passed on the bar with everybody afterwards and went to the attic to meet up with Huge and October Crisis. Lots of weed was smoked and lots of beer was drank. There was like nobody there...I think there were more people at the pavilion show a few hours earlier than at the attic....but it was fun regardless. Huge keep getting better everytime I see them. Dylan is a very underated guitar player. I see October Crisis it seems every week. They seem to play Stage 9 every Wednesday that I go to the open mic. I actually really enjoy them, they have a thrash/sweden metal influence and thrash is my utopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lex came over last night and cleaned our apartment. I could have kissed her. I was very pissy because it wasn't my mess and the majority of it wasn't Leo's and Sam and Steve "never" seem to make a mess even though we all know it was their shit. I locked myself in my room all evening where there were no fruit flies. I told them both that if they don't start cleaning up their shit Leo and I are taking all the dishes and shit and putting them in our rooms and they can eat somewhere else. I do not have time for fruit flies. They both apologized and we had group sex after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to online crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113079490129647822?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113079490129647822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113079490129647822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113079490129647822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113079490129647822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/hell-wasnt-built-in-day.html' title='Hell Wasn&apos;t Built In A Day'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113044422707009412</id><published>2005-10-27T17:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:17:07.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to miss my first Leaf's game of the season because I need to work at the pavilion and set up details for my next Gus' Pub adventure with Huge.....I'm not sure if I'm angry or sad. If Lindross scores someone better call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113044422707009412?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113044422707009412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113044422707009412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113044422707009412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113044422707009412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/tonight.html' title='Tonight....'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113030561356547302</id><published>2005-10-26T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T02:46:53.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Favor The Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a miserable day. It's not Juan but it did cancel my class earlier tonight. Woo for that....not that I would have went anyway har har har&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Conan can make feeding a baby croc a hot dog funnier than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a small hurricane party....but left my only party and ended up playing xbox and not getting home until later than I had so it was too late to continue the party. Oh well, this wasn't really a hurricane anyway so I was having a party on false grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leafs beat Boston last night in one of the most entertaining games I've seen all year. Too bad it had to end with a foolish shootout. When OT ended for like a split second I was sorta forgetting about the shootout and thinking what an awesome game and it should end this way.....but that second passed I remember the shootout and let me drunk self yell out "we better not let Lindross, Alison and O'Neil shoot" and did I ever call that....lucky for us Lindross scored our first shootout goal of the year and it stood. I totally called the Boston shooters too, Murrary, Thorton and Bergeron. I am god :D. Thursday night we're getting there really fucking early so we can get a good seat and not deal with the cock singers and cocks there for wings. Maybe then somebody will finally answer the question of...what the hell is hamburger on a stick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian is the hardest person in the world to get a hold of. It's funny, everytime I call him he's not home and everytime he calls me back I'm not home. It's been one hell of an annoying cycle for the past week and a half. How can we miss each other so many times? GAY! I'm putting on another show on the 8th with Thy Flesh Consumed, Huge (hopefully) and Fathom. Thy Flesh and Huge better draw a fucking crowd, two of the biggest metal bands in the city. Dave was very happy that I asked Thy Flesh to play this show, everybody thinks it's really cool to be able to play at Gus' Pub for some reason....and they like the cheap beer. Dan was like "yeah, excuse to drink on a weekday, awesome!" Drinking on weekdays is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in April I'm doing that Collapse and Paraoxysm Halifax date. They want$200....so if I can get a bar for free...Gus' or Stage Nine....I'd only need 40ppl there to break even...and I'm damn sure more than 50ppl will come out to see the newly reformed Collapse with Sean now on vox and Paraoxysm, a wicked awesome technical death metal band. This is a show I can't pass up. But I refuse to have it at the pavilion....fuck the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baseball game is never gonna end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to spring garden today to the source office and tell them I worked Sunday at the pavilion and find out how and when I get paid. I got very wet and almost blew into traffic three times. Working the pavilion was fun. It was a show I was going to go to anyway since it was my friends last show playing with Terratomb. So getting paid to go was twice as good. There were like 20 people there at the most. It was sad. Anyway after my visit with source I decided to go to HMV and pick up the new Bucket Truck record....finally after a million years it came out. It's like 3yrs old now but it was totally worth the wait. It's sad I already knew the lyrics to all the songs cuz of the live shows from the past 3yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god...this game really isn't ever gonna end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113030561356547302?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113030561356547302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113030561356547302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113030561356547302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113030561356547302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/favor-bull.html' title='Favor The Bull'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-113012093772159003</id><published>2005-10-23T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:28:57.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it so fucking cold in my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-113012093772159003?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113012093772159003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=113012093772159003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113012093772159003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/113012093772159003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/why.html' title='Why......'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112981353530802173</id><published>2005-10-20T10:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:05:35.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Living After Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 10am and I'm "UP AND ATOM"....actually I'm brutally hungover and can't sleep cuz of this horrible headache. Yay for hangovers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was suckered into going to Stage Nine to see System Shit. This was their first open mic with Jesse on the drums. And by Jesse I mean house burner downer! Anyway he learned all the songs in like two weeks. Nothing wrong with that. I went with Courtney and Sean, Sean just moved here from PEI like 2 days ago, this was his first open mic experience. We met up with Meg, Maggie, Randy and the rest of the cunts. Randy, the fucking slacker, made sure we all had plenty of Behemoth posters to take home with us and put up....lazy bastard! Pete showed up with some fairly good news for me, which made my night....Thy Flesh are probably going to headline my show on the 8th at Gus'. That was very comforting to hear. That pretty much sealed the deal for me to get super drunk last night. Blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much work to do today. I've gotta read logic, read history and answer questions and finish the rest of this stupid novel (which is actually awesome). It's called the Dark Room....it's German. HAIL HILTER! Right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT before I do any of that I must watch Lost and South Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112981353530802173?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112981353530802173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112981353530802173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112981353530802173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112981353530802173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/living-after-midnight.html' title='Living After Midnight'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112961312558528665</id><published>2005-10-18T01:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T04:09:17.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sympathy For Fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a crazy week it was. Where do I even begin. Or more like...what do I even remember?&lt;br /&gt;We got back to Halifax on Monday and Monday night was the Leafs and Sens so a bunch of us went to the Oasis to watch the game. We lost in a shootout...again....for fuck sakes! I was fairly drunk, not sure if anybody else was. Or more like, I don't remember. I don't even remember who went.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday it was another Leaf game which meant another night at the oasis. Yes, we are regulars there. Tuesday was also the night of Lexy's party which was a total failure, which sucks for her, but I had fun so I didn't care. Tuesday we beat Philly 4-2 and it was our first win of the season. It was AWESOME! After the game only Kevin and I went to Lexy's party, everyone else doesn't like to drink on weeknights...pussies! So yeah, I was hammered by the time I even got to the Lower Deck and recall very little of the Lower Deck. Sam and I did a bunch of shows, I had a lot of drinks and I have a fairly good time, even though I felt horrible for Lex cuz nobody came to her party, but she was happy Sam and I had fun. They closed the bar early (12:30) for obvious reasons. So Sam, myself, the girl from NZ (I'll never remember her name), some british army dude (yeah wtf?) and some dude in a suit went to Reflections to soke up their cheap drinks for awhile. We found a shemale....and what a tall shemale it was. The British army dude bought us all drinks which was cool as fuck. We left reflections and went to Cheers....and they wouldn't let Sam in...funny stuff. So he went home, the rest of us went in and I don't remember anything about cheers at all besides the british dude buying me shots. I don't remember leaving cheers but I do remember passing out on the stairs of a Dal building on the walk home. I was way too drunk...possibly the drunkest I've ever been....christ only knows what I smashed and kicked on the way home. I noticed some cars missing mirros and some broken windows, I really hope that wasn't me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came around and the Leafs were playing again....so once again we were all at the oasis. So many pitchers of beer were at our table. I was once again way too drunk for my own good. There were two Atlanta Thrasher fans at the oasis....if they hadn't have been from Atlanta I would have kicked their asses :). I respect them liking the Thrashers if they're from Atlanta hahaha. Anyway we sent them over a couple of drinks because the Leafs beat them 9-1. Poor guys hahaha. They were in the wrong place. After the game we all went to a party somewhere. Kevin got way too drunk and turned white as a ghost and started to throw up in the poor girls' bathroom. At least he hit the toilet. The party was cool I guess....like I remember any of it. I don't really remember how I got home, I assume I took a cab. I think I left without Sam, not sure about that one either. Saturday morning I heard this very odd ringtone coming from my pants...it was Stairway to Heaven...it woke me up. I was like "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!?!?" So I grab my pants and grab this phone outta my pocket my first reaction was "why do I have Sam's cell phone"....then I asked Sam if it was his...he's like "no", then we both notice the British flag on the screen. How I ended up leaving with that girls cellphone is beyond me. Derek messaged me and said Jodi told him to ask everyone if they saw her phone and I'm like "Derek, why the fuck did it wake me up this morning?!?!?!" Neither Jodi nor I know how it got into my hands...but we both agree it's pretty fucking funny. The ongoing joke with everybody seems to be "ha! You didn't just get her number, you got her phone too!" My theory is she planted there so I'd talk to her again....har har har. She's cool, I like British people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pretty much a write off all day. I did not feel like moving...so hungover it wasn't even funny...not as bad as Wednesday but pretty close. Then I gotta call from Eric and he wanted me to work Saturday night. Holy shit I did not want to work, but I did anyway. He wanted me to work the grawood and then the warehouse but thankfully he didn't need me at the warehouse. I basically got paid to sit in the Grawood and watch the hockey game. We won 3-2....Lindross is so fucking awesome! The worst thing is, there were 4hrs where there was no game to watch....sitting around doing nothing for 4hrs was so boring. I fell asleep at 11:30 for about 25min or so. I was the only one working from 11:00 to 12:30 so it's not like anybody was there to tell me to wake up, and I had the door closed so nobody else could get in. Fuck it was boring...but money is money. I got home around 12:45 and couldn't be bothered to go to the jamspot on Creighton and party with everybody, which I regret now. Apparently it was an awesome time. Courtny showed me the pictures and it looked like I missed a good time. Hellacaust, Terratomb and Thy Flesh performed and everybody got thrashed simply cuz some dude came down from Montreal. In the end it was better I didn't go but I regret it. Parties at the jamspot are cool. Having about 100 people in that small small room is .... why is Ric Flair rubbing blood all over his face? Anyway yeah, parties at the jam spot are fun. I also haven't seen Jesse since he burnt his house down so I'm itching to make fun of him hahaha....I'm a prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I slept all day...literally. Didn't get up until like 4:30pm....then I went on a journy to Jodi's place and returned her phone. I didn't bother going to Collective Soul, I was too worn out. I came home and was asleep by 11pm hahaha. I ended up being awake by like 5am hahaha. But that was ok, I had a ton of work to do...which I got done this morning. Now I have a ton of reading to do...which I'll get done tonight and tomorrow. I also went grocery shopping tonight....I hate grocery shopping more than anything else in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having this reoccuring dream for awhile....it's pissing me off. I rarely EVER remember my dreams, but I remember this one and I've been having like every other day. Does this mean I'm crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one month until the big Behemoth show. I'm so excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leafs are 3-1-2 that makes me horny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Simon tonight. I haven't seen him for like a year. We talked for a bit. Funny thing, he said, in his fake british accent, "How's Tiff?", I said "I dunno, we don't speak" and he said "you finally got rid of her, good job mate, she was fucked up and annoying. I couldn't stand her snotty attitude"....it was like the last response I ever expected to hear from him, it really cracked me up, I didn't want to like laugh out loud but oh man on the inside I thought I was gonna piss myself.  But yeah, he's doing good, it was nice to see him. Didn't know if he was still alive hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112961312558528665?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112961312558528665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112961312558528665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112961312558528665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112961312558528665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-sympathy-for-fools.html' title='No Sympathy For Fools'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112940212395897851</id><published>2005-10-15T15:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:48:43.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards Babylon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Leafs totally kicked ass last night.&lt;br /&gt;I drank way too much and went to a party and drank more. But not as much as Kevin. He totally spewed everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got home. I don't know why I have some girls cell phone in my pants (it woke me up) and I have to work tonight and I'm really fucking hungover. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Leafs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112940212395897851?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112940212395897851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112940212395897851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112940212395897851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112940212395897851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/towards-babylon.html' title='Towards Babylon!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112897367763171517</id><published>2005-10-10T16:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T16:47:57.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice of the Voiceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanksgiving weekend was pretty darn fun.&lt;br /&gt;I brought my roomates home, the ozzie and the asian. Both of them enjoyed the weekend a lot. I'm not sure what they enjoyed about Shelburne, but they took lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night my parents let me have a party....I'm not really sure why, but they did and it was fun. I assume everybody had a goodtime. If not, tough shit :p. It was nice to see everybody...although one bitch had the nerve to walk into MY house wearing a Habs jersy...like wow...talk about someone who will always be on the shitlist :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I didn't make it to be until around 9am and it's safe to say we were both still very intoxicated when we had to get up for thanksgiving dinner. That sucked balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo will now be called Dooly for the rest of his life. It was so funny, we were driving around town and out of nowhere he says "I don't like my english name because all my asian friends call themselves Leo. I want to change it...what do you guys think of Dooly?" And after that it was all tears coming from Sam and I....by far the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leafs vs Sens tonight....hopefully there will be some after fights in the streets again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112897367763171517?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112897367763171517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112897367763171517' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112897367763171517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112897367763171517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/voice-of-voiceless.html' title='Voice of the Voiceless'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112857688282981024</id><published>2005-10-06T02:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T02:34:42.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAFS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok...I would die for the Leafs....but fighting in the street over a loss in the first game of the season is retard...especially when it was a shootout loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUNK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112857688282981024?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112857688282981024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112857688282981024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112857688282981024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112857688282981024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/leafs.html' title='LEAFS'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112849198189414506</id><published>2005-10-05T02:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T02:59:41.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Conjuration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow...err today I guess...is Alenander Keith's 210th birthday. I will use this as an excuse to get loaded...and an excuse to get loaded in public at the free concert on the waterfront. If you want to come, call me or message me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still enjoy the Trews and I haven't seen them for at least a year so I'm excited to see them again. This is like the 19739672 time I've seen them, but I'm never bored when they play because they always put on a kick ass show. Everyone come and get drunk, then we can get drunker afterwards for the Leafs game. Yay beer, music, more beer and hockey...wooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to go home this weekend. I REALLY wanted to see KMFDM...I will regret this forever cuz KMFDM IS A DRUG AGAINST WAAAAAAARRR and sister salvation, juke joint jezebelle told me to go. *sigh* another kmfdm show in halifax and I'll have to miss it. First one because of a stupid bitch, this time because of family.....maybe I can somehow convince my roomates out of wanting to go to Shelburne, then I can stay and rock out with KMFDM. w00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey in less than a day...I'm excited...it's about time. My fantasy league will get me out of bed in the morning hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112849198189414506?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112849198189414506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112849198189414506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112849198189414506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112849198189414506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/grand-conjuration.html' title='The Grand Conjuration'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112837433692972862</id><published>2005-10-03T18:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T18:18:56.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got my pills today but it was the hardest thing I've ever done. I literally couldn't see straight...I don't remember the walk to the clinic at all. Thank god Dal has an "emergency" doctor on call for cases like this. I was literally 1 minute in the doc's office. I went over to Sobey's got my shit and just took my dose about an 45min ago. Doctor told me to take only 20mg today and by Thursday go back to 30mg. She told me because I missed the medication for so long (5 days) that I should probably take it easy tonight and stay in bed. She told me I would probably feel sick (I do) and I'd be really tired (I am). I googled my symptoms and yeah....if you're on medication, take it everyday and don't fuck up. It really hurts! Holy shit I fucked up this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, my vision is slowly returning to normal and I don't feel dizzy anymore. Holy fuck, withdrawal sucks! Now I know what it's like to be a drug addict.....funny enough I just had to take a break to throw up and then I got hella dizzy again....FUCK ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112837433692972862?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112837433692972862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112837433692972862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112837433692972862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112837433692972862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112830861194730040</id><published>2005-10-02T23:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:03:32.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate the Sane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tis been a very busy week. And a busy last week. I don't even know where to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday night the show at Gus' went way better than we expected. Money was made, the bar sold way more booze than they were expecting. War Ensemble were tight as fuck. Couldn't have asked for anything better. It was very confusing setting up and getting going, but it was worth it. I just wish I didn't have to make Eddy Bulls embarass themselves. Oh well! Yeah, nobody gave a shit about Eddy Bulls. It was really sad. Rob's band Disorgansim were decent...not what I expected at all. A lot of pot was smoked that night and a lot of beer was drank aswell. It did suck having to watch the door for the majority of the night cuz I had to skip out on a few pot trips....but fuck it, I got unlimited access to thie taps....nothing wrong with that. At the end of the night after loading up all of the gear in the back of Jeff's truck I was way too drunk and stoned to move. Thank god Bill drove Ali and I home...there was no chance in hell her or I was going to be able to make it all the way here. She's a fucking skateboarder, I'm sure could have skated me home if she had to have. Meh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday...I got up rather early and went to class and everything....it was weird. Of course I ended up going to the wrong classroom so I missed class anyway...but the effort was there. I planned on doing nothing Wednesday night and just relaxing, but ended up going on a trip to the shoe shop with Nicole. It was fun....a drink date with an artfag....odd. Har har har! She's nice, her smile could probably cheer anybody up. Not that I needed cheering up, but if I did, her smile would have done it. 'twas weird. But on the way home I met Margo, the poor kitty and that was sad...funny enough apparently when Sam and Steve came home about an hour after me they found Margo at the doors of the building...weird. Margo better have made it home...or I hold Nicole responsible....I wouldn't have known about Margo if I didn't go out that night. MARGO CAN YOU HEAR ME????????????????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't even remember Thursday night at all. I don't think I did anything. Friday I had to shave and now my 8 month project has been washed down the drain....literally :( and it itches.....but I gotta job with Source Secruity....and I didn't nothing to earn this job. Having family who used to sleep with important men is cool...why ever she went out of her way to get me a job is beyond me....I'm sure my dad had something to do with it...but meh. I'm sure it will be interesting, and more money means more drinking and more drinking means more good. Friday night I went over to Holly's at like 5:30 and started drinking...we pre drank before the show at the pavilion. Two really shitty out of town bands played and there were 6 paying customers there...which was embarassing. We just sat outside, drank and smoked pot....but it still sucked nobody showed up. Are group only went to see the local bands anyway. Randy making his debut with Despot and Wohedness who are probably the most talented group in Halifax (metal wise). Depsot were great, but they always are. This was the first time I saw the reunited Wohedness live at an event that wasn't a party. This is their first real show actually...too bad they played for like 12ppl. John punched himself in the mouth with the mic until he bleed...which was odd, but he was outside before the show with us smoking lots of drugs and drinking lots of beer....so it was excuseable. John's a good guy, always great to party with. He always brings Gena too and she's kick ass.....but back to Wohedness....most amazing drummer I've ever seen in my life. Myles of Picture Show fame....amazing drummer. I've never seen anything like that in my life. After the show John asked me what I thought of the band, since it was their first real show in years...I was pretty much like "drums....wow"...then he told me Myles had cancer...amazing talent he has. Anyway, the afterparty was at Holly's, it was fun. We got too drunk and this annoying bald guy was about 5 minutes away from getting beat up by all of us. IF he had tried to fuck Holly again while she was passing out...there was gonna be hell to pay. He tried to get with Beth too....he got turned down a lot...it was funny....so Beth and I stole his rum and drank it on him....Beth is out and awesome and all...but I swear if he had have bit my neck/lips one more time I was gonna to bite her face with my fist. I hate annoying people. Especially annoying people who can't take a hint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday Sam thought he could out drink me HAHAHAHAHa. Stupid Ozzie! So I had about 5 beer before 8:00...I had to do my online fantasy hockey draft so I had a few beers before that and a few beers during. IT started at 7 and ended at like 8:30...so it was safe to say I was already drunk. But Sam still wanted to do a century...100 shots of beer in 100 minutes. About 10 beer in 100 minutes...or something like that. We did it and both of us were tanked.....I kept drinking of course, so did Sam....Dennis and Melanie came over and we smoked smoe pot.....anyway a long story short. Sam was in the bathroom by 12:30 or so and I was still good to go all night....he'll never learn..I won....then I went back to Dennis' and Melanie's...played some xbox and remember pretty much nothing...played xbox all day today and poker and pot...Melanie cooks good food though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I did something really stupid and am suffering for it. I've been a few days since I last took my medication....cuz I ran out. I need to go to the hospital tomorrow and get a new prescription because...well it's impossible to explain, but my body is having withdraw from the medication and it really sucks. It got really bad today and it feels like ligtening is racing through my veins ir also feels like someone is knocking around my brain. By about 4pm I was unable to really concentrate at all....it's horrible. I didn't realize something like this was ever going to happen. It's happened before when I forgot to take my pills for a few days...but then I'd just pop some more and within an hour everything would go back to normal...but I have no more so I'm SKREWED!!!! Fuck me, I'm dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112830861194730040?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112830861194730040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112830861194730040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112830861194730040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112830861194730040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/10/hate-sane.html' title='Hate the Sane'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112797241725782400</id><published>2005-09-29T02:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T02:40:17.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was walking home and there was this cat running up the middle of Queen street meowing. She came running over to me and wanted to be rubbed. I picked her up, read the collar and it said "Margo 423-whatever" so I called....no answer. I had to let the cat go....all I wanted to do was bring it to my place until morning, but we have night supervisors. I feel horrible...I left them a message telling them their cat was running up Queen street meowing. I really hope she makes it home. I'm gonna lose sleep over this :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love pussies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112797241725782400?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112797241725782400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112797241725782400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112797241725782400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112797241725782400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-so-sad.html' title='I&apos;m So Sad'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112784456041921078</id><published>2005-09-27T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:09:20.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was fucking windy last night/this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112784456041921078?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112784456041921078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112784456041921078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112784456041921078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112784456041921078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112776677882639472</id><published>2005-09-26T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:32:58.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Of Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometime yesterday some friends of mine lost their house. Derek, Luke, Jesse, Jeremy and old guy with a cane. A fire started in the kitchen and it's undetermined how it started. Thankfully everybody was ok, but a lot of stuff was lost....I haven't talked to either of them yet but word of mouth tells me Jesse lost everything. Jeremy, who was the "landlord" is pretty much broke now...and well everything is a mess. So tomorrow night I've decided to donate all door profit to these guys. I don't care about money, Rob doesn't care about money, War Ensemble don't care about money and well I don't give a shit what Eddy Bulls care about, to be honest. This is horrible news and hopefully we can make some money to give to these guys and soon enough they'll get their shit back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best thing we can do, although not much money will be raised, I'm sure it will help. Everyone at Gus' tomorrow will have at least drank at this house 1500 times and I'm sure giving up $3 won't hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse had the best tape collection I'd ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112776677882639472?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112776677882639472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112776677882639472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112776677882639472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112776677882639472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/born-of-fire.html' title='Born Of Fire'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112770810858480237</id><published>2005-09-26T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:15:08.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are Sunday Nights so Awesome?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuz Family Guy is on....that's why. The War At Home is hella funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family guy has got to be the funniest show ever created. It gets funnier every week....I can't wait until they finally make an episode that offends everybody in the world. It will happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The random humour is what I love. Everything in that show is just so random. Tonight I pretty much pissed myself when Stewie punched out Will Farrell. Peter drunk with no pants was also really funny. God I love this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent sent me a copy of the Pearl Jam show...he is my hero. Listening to it gives me cold chills. During Better Man when it's just the crowd singing....holy orgastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so wasted last night. I totally made it to the middle 20's last night with the beer. I puked so much...but not as much as Steve...and I didn't do it in the living room and make bitchez clean it up. When my parents called this morning...I was still drunk. A nice cold shower fixed that. I almost broke my tv when I stumbled into it last night....that would have sucked. I didn't make it to the frat party, and apparently that was a good thing. The dumbasses went to the wrong frat party...instead of going to the house down the street they went to the Peel Pub party and it sucked. They kept calling me telling me they were going home and not to bother....but I don't answer my phone. Lexy doesn't like it that I don't answer my phone...my response to that was "then don't call me"....The phone has got to be the worst invention ever....holy shit I hate phones. Either way I was WAY too drunk to go anywhere else last night. I remember nothing about Kaela's party....except the kick ass taco dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112770810858480237?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112770810858480237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112770810858480237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112770810858480237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112770810858480237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-are-sunday-nights-so-awesome.html' title='Why Are Sunday Nights so Awesome?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112745228982370008</id><published>2005-09-23T01:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T02:11:29.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin the Black Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holy crap what an amazing show. Worth every penny. I would only pay 3 digits to see 5 bands and Pearl Jam are one of them, The Stones happen to be another. It was worth it. Very nostalgic. Lots of Ten and Vs. songs which was very cool. I can't remember the setlist and writing it down didn't work to well but here is what I managed to remember and get written down&lt;br /&gt;Hard to Imagine, Animal, Green Disease, Love Boat Captain (amazing!), State of Love and Trust, Dissident...and here's where I stopped writing.  Leatherman, Go, Even Flow, Small Town, Jeremy and Blood (amazing!) Encore #1 Low Light, Nothingman, Rearviewmirrow, Glorfied G and I think I'm missing one or two. Encore #2 Alive, Betterman, Daughter, Down. Porch, Bushleaguer and the finale with Sleater Kinney, Fortunate Son and Keep On Rocking In The Free World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm missing a few songs but can't be bothered to find a setlist right now. Either way this is one of the best setlists from the tour. There were a few fuckups but nothing major. It was amazing....I could have lived without Leatherman and Go...would have loved to hear Black and Ledbetter....but oh well. Worth every penny. I probably would have traded Even Flow for Do The Evolution as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleater Kinney covering Mother by Danzig was fucking wicked. Those chix are hot...chix rox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seats were amazing too boot. Section 6, row H, but we moved down to the 3rd row...which as probably row Row E or so...super close on stage left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secruity guard made us point out joints. We had 3 going at once...the guys I was sitting with got their tickets from the same guy I did and we all had weed to smoke. He told us to stop 3 times. The prick. We had bad seats for smoking pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta busy day tomorrow. Moosehead game shall be fun though. Leo and Sam haven't experienced ice hockey yet. Nor the art of sneaking beer into the metro center :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112745228982370008?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112745228982370008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112745228982370008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112745228982370008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112745228982370008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/spin-black-circle.html' title='Spin the Black Circle'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112742245262815401</id><published>2005-09-22T17:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T17:54:12.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleater Kinney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a Pearl Jam ticket....YAY. I love Sleater Kinny. I don't wanna discuss how much I payed for this ticket...but it cost enough...so it better be fucking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited. Two bands I enjoy that I'll probably never get to see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112742245262815401?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112742245262815401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112742245262815401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112742245262815401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112742245262815401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleater-kinney.html' title='Sleater Kinney'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112739999172960534</id><published>2005-09-22T11:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T11:40:02.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11:30am&lt;br /&gt;still drunk&lt;br /&gt;my alarm clock can GO TO HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112739999172960534?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112739999172960534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112739999172960534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112739999172960534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112739999172960534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112737350992407084</id><published>2005-09-22T04:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T04:18:29.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Dead and I'll Play Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so I broke that promise to myself about not getting drunk this week....but I have a great excuse. My parents called and said they weren't coming until Sunday. So Wednesday nights are my usual "drink my face off" night so I just fucked off and drank my face off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pre drink alone and not with Ali cuz I had to cut 45 of those little fucking War Ensemble posters out with my weed chopping scissors....it literally took 3hrs. I'm not kidding! But you also have to count in the shower break and the watching the plane land on CNN, with fucked up landing gear, break. So probably really only 2hrs. And FUCK! I wanted that plane to burn in flames!!!! But it was worth it, I got rid of them all tonight and I should have printed more...so hopefully some of those cunts show up at my show!!! But yeah, I pre drank alone. I drank this vodka and spirt that was left in my bookbag on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Saturday night I went to pre drink at this girls house with Holly, Justine and Ross...turns out this girl was like as old as my mom....literally!!! It was weird...I mean Ross is 32, Justin is 27 and Holly is 29...but c'mon, 44...that's retarded! Anyway, she put some booze in my bookbag to take to the party and she left two beer and a bunch of already mixed vodka and spirt. I drank it all plus the 6 beer I had left....all in the span of time it took me to print and cut how many ever tiny little war ensemble flyers...GRRR! My fingers hurt because of it. So yeah..umm don't drink with people as old as your mom...it's fucking awkward!!! She was surprisingly hot though...I never would have guessed she was in her 40's....I probably would have said like 30, or less. ....so umm I guess, only drink with people as old as your mom, if they're hot. But the night was fun. I started at the pavilion to see Goat Horn and Hellacaust. Mike let me in free so that was great.....BUT I got SOAKED...and I mean SOAKED! Around 10:00 I had to leave to catch the bus on Robie back to Fenwick and I literally had to run from the pavilion to the bus stop and I still got drenched. My clothes were on our table for 2 days drying. After that whole mishap I came home, changed, gathered friends, went to old bitches house, drank, then went to Quinn's house....The lodge party #2. Great time. The guys from Goat Horn jammed with Quinn, Graham and Jeff...which ended up in some kick ass Helloween covers being played. Richard and myself sat in his room (directly behind the jam space area) and smoke pot for a good portion of the night with some other characters. Lee popped in a few times, along with Nikki, and some other regulars. Lee is cool cuz he went to Dal and graduated from Dal last spring. This was pretty much the perfect Saturday/Sunday morning that one could have asked for...it all started off with smoking the biggest f'n joint I'd ever seen too....thank god for Melanie and Dennis... OHLY (yeah I spelled it wrong on purpose) HELL that was a blunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I totally slept through class because I got hammered last night....yeah I broke the seal last night...and the night before...and pretty much every night since I said I wouldn't drink this week. Yeah, actually I've been drunk every night since then....I suck. I mean...I drink.  I had to go to Blowers earlier today to pick up the War Ensemble full page print from Graham. I didn't have enough ink to do a full page poster so he did it for me....I love Graham, he even made the poster for me...he plays in the fucking band, it was the least he could do...besides getting the band together for one special show...yeah, that was sarcasm. But Graham is great. Tonight was his last show with System Shit, so we all had to go and get smashed and baked. Smoking joints on the church stairs by the spring garden library, is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want a Pearl Jam ticket. I'ma try to get one tomorrow before the show. I'd probably pay up to $75-100 for one. If worst comes to worst and I don't feel confidnet about getting one, my friend and I are gonna get two floors seats for $350...I don't think it will ever come to that, I'd rather not go than pay that much...but fuck, when are Pearl Jam ever gonna come here again? And I like the opening band a lot....chick rock is cool...chix rox!!!!!! However, Saturday night at midnight, q104 are playing the whole Pearl Jam set unenterupted, so that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy hell I'm loaded....oh...for the record...incase you don't read my reply to your comment. I used your example simply because it was the one that meant pretty much nothing to me at all. I've got a million other ones, that I was actually refering too, from people you don't know, and will probably never know. Don't take it the wrong way, it was the only one I could use without digging up a whole pile of shit with info nobody needs to know. And for the record, nothing had ever been dealt with, and will never be....I can't even get my fucking stuff back so umm I'd think things being dealt with would be outta the question. And when you told me that...you caught me off guard completely...I didn't know what to say, at all. But, I've managed to hear things that don't even compare to stupid shit on the back of a car...I can only thank you....you gave me an example that let me get my point across great....to a normal person, the car thing would have been a big deal...but the bitch did things 100 times worse than that, so I've been told....so yeah, like her smashing her car up and blaming it on me is like mild compared to....well let's just say making out in the halls with fuckface, even still, another minor example. Fucked up me says...fucked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo cooked chinease food for us again tonight....holy shit if I eat chinease food again I'm gonna explode. It was good for the first week...but after like 87 days straight, it starts to get old. However, I've drank everynight I've had chinease food (18 days I've had chinease food)....wow....no wonder....meh! Drinking is great. It's pretty sad when Derek (Drock) called me Drock2....we both seem to have some drinking issues. Meh! We both love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I'm gonna go to Kaela's party for a bit, then some retarded frat party....should be interesting. I can handle Kaela's party. She's got some friends that I know that I haven't seen for awhile, so that will be cool...the frat party, I dunno....might be a bit weird. But fuck it, they're selling everyone $2.50 bottled beer...so I'll get hammered, that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! I need sleep..I will go to Logic class tomorrow....I promise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right... I promised not to get drunk this week too...that went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm sorry, but I don't remember a lot, for enstance, the last time I wrote in you without being drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S hotdogs are the best "I'm drunk, stoned and hungry meal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S Ali, you have great pot! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S nighty night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112737350992407084?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112737350992407084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112737350992407084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112737350992407084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112737350992407084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/play-dead-and-ill-play-along.html' title='Play Dead and I&apos;ll Play Along'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112722921741510198</id><published>2005-09-20T12:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:13:52.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SPORT THE WAR, WAR SUPPORT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/HellAxe/gus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/HellAxe/gus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone go, then I'll be able to do these kind of shows more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112722921741510198?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112722921741510198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112722921741510198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112722921741510198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112722921741510198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/sport-war-war-support.html' title='SPORT THE WAR, WAR SUPPORT!'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112717391955426195</id><published>2005-09-19T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:52:00.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Everlasting Grudge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorta unaware why this bitch keeps telling me I lie or whatever. I've got nothing to hide and never have. You're the one who has shit to hide, lies cheats and steals...so umm like yeah. Maybe your none existent memory doesn't allow you to remember the events...or maybe you just hate admitting when you fuck up. Dunno, don't care. You couldn't give me back my stuff, you want nothing to do with me so don't comment on my blog. I can't stop you from reading it (someday maybe, but not yet) but I'm not sure what your interest is, and once again, don't care. I liked it better when you were dead to everybody...stay that way eh? I think everybody likes it better that way. But feel free to ship my book to me.&lt;br /&gt;1870 shore rd&lt;br /&gt;rr#3 shelburne ns&lt;br /&gt;b0t1w0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'd be real sweet of ya hun.&lt;br /&gt;Now go away...and I know you're an advent reader of this blog but please hold back from commenting. Like I said, I like it better when you're dead to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the car hissy fit with the shit on the side of it was just one of many hissy fits that pretty much fucked me up for life. God I hope you get ass raped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112717391955426195?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112717391955426195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112717391955426195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112717391955426195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112717391955426195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/everlasting-grudge.html' title='The Everlasting Grudge'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112710821858903740</id><published>2005-09-19T01:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T02:36:58.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Demon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will not take part in the consumption of alcohol during the week.&lt;br /&gt;I will not take part in the consumption of alcohol during the week.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT TAKE PART IN THE COMSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL DURING THE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not take part in smoking pot during the week.&lt;br /&gt;I will not take part in smoking pot during the week.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT TAKE PART IN SMOKING POT DURING THE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not stay out until the early hours of the morning during the week.&lt;br /&gt;I will not stay out until the early hours of the morning during the week.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT STAY OUT UNTIL THE EARLY HOURS OF THE MORNING DURING THE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anybody catches me doing either of these...bitch at me. My liver, lungs and biological clock need a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are coming up on Thursday. YAY, I get my guitar...something else to distract me from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday I've reunited War Ensemble to play Gus' Pub for our opening night show of what should be a bi-weekly hardrock/metal night. The bar wants at least 50 people and wants a good number of them to be drinking....so what better way to try and draw 50 people than having a slayer cover band? Disorganism are also playing for sure, waiting to hear back from Huge, if they say they can't do it then I'll be screwed for getting another big name band to play....but I'll see what I can dig up. Eddy Bulls backed out so I've gotta replace them....grr! I didn't like Eddy Bulls before and now I like them less. I'm very excited and I hope to god this goes off without a hitch. Tomorrow is gonna be a hella busy day if the Huge camp doesn't have good news for me....I hate busy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't feel like talking about the week right now cuz I'm tired, I wanna get something off my chest that's been bothering me for awhile. Over the summer and in the recent weeks people tell me stuff about when I was with Tiffany. Stuff that she did behind my back and made sure people didn't tell me. Not major stuff or anything really...but what the fuck? Why are you telling me now? More importantly why didn't you tell me before? Don't you think someone should know if their girlfriend and/or boyfriend is doing shit behind their back or lying to them or whatever? Apparently this seemed to happen quite often, or at least it seems that way....so if you have something to tell me, post a comment or message me. Or don't, I don't really care now...after the fact. I'm sure if your significant others were going behind your back and doing shit, or lying to you or whatever and I knew and didn't tell you at the time when it would have been important, you'd be pretty fucking pissed off eh? Luckly it's after the fact and I don't care anymore....but I'm still a bit dissapointed in certain people. No, not you, you, you or you...but yes, you, you, you and you. The first sign of someone maybe thinking they should tell somebody something is when the person says "don't tell this person"...chances are "this person" should know....i.e "don't tell Justin I've been doing blah blah blah." 99.9% of the time "blah blah blah" is something you would tell Justin, because that's what friends do. But hey...what goes around comes around! Just one funny example, probably the one I care about the least. Tiffany fucked her car up or something. I forget how or where she was, but I remember her back end was fucked up. I noticed it one day and said "how did this happen?" and I gotta "I don't know, someone must have ran into me at the mall or something." Obviously that was the dumbest thing I'd ever heard, if you saw where the marks were it would be damn near impossible to do that with another vechile. Anyway, I didn't really care....but silly me said something to that affect anyway...cuz I hate it when people think things that aren't possible...like another car leaving that mess on her car. So anyway about an hour later we got back to my room and she freaked out at me, calling it my fault, throwing a fit, and pretty much hitting me and swearing at me cuz 'I' did it. I think I caused the damage by running into the curb a few times when parking on the side of the street....I took the abuse and just went with it thinking that maybe that could have happened. Then I realised no curb in the world is that tall and when you hit it, you hit it with the side of your tire not the side of your car. But I didn't say anything....even though I took the "you fucker, you ruined my car I'll never be able to sell it boo hoo hoo, I'm so fat and ugly boo hoo hoo, my car you did it boo hoo hoo"....then one fine afternoon Melanie told me she did it one night with her. I sorta didn't say anything, was caught of guard when she told me and just smiled and said hahaha, bitch.....but I'm pretty sure if given the chance I'd beat Tiffany with a baseball bat and that car thing would be in the top 10 reasons why. I'm confident Melanie would have told me what happened way back when if she had have known the shit Tiffany was trying to pull...blaming me and throwing a brannen fit in my room and what not, which is why that example is really unimportant, I just don't feel like discussing other things, for obvious reasons....but you get my point eh? Who the fuck screws their own car up and blames it on their boyfriend, knowing that they did it? Well...hmm, who the hell moves to Virginia to be with a dirtbag single father who probably has genital warts? Hmm...who the hell fucks Barret? I guess I forgot who I was talking about here... HA! 100 points for me for the double burn on Barret and Tiffany above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. Sleepth I willth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112710821858903740?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112710821858903740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112710821858903740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112710821858903740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112710821858903740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/am-i-demon.html' title='Am I Demon?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112676360620098689</id><published>2005-09-15T03:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T02:54:55.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I've been ignoring my blog lately. I'm sorry, I'll stop that.&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was drunk from Sunday night until Sunday....my stomach and liver are feeling that one! It was great though.&lt;br /&gt;I am living in Fenwick which is cool, my roomates are really cool. Sam is and Ozzie and Leo is Chinease, both of them are really cool and we're great friends. Steve is from Ontario and we all get along with him, but he's never here....he's a stuck up Ontario snob, basically, but I delt with them in my first year so I know how to deal with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes are good I guess. I've only been to one...well I went to another one but the teacher didn't, so ya know. I have to start going though, I skipped the first week cuz I have better things to do than listen to a teacher go over the outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to Stage Nine to see Huge and "scout" some badns for Gus' on Tuesday nights. I made sure to get Ian and Richards # cuz Huge are a must for Tuesday nights....great band. This other band also played...Octoboer Crisis, I've never heard them before but HOLY SHIT they blew me away. I was sure to get their contact info and I'm trying to get them on the bill for the opening night at Gus'. They fucking stole the show tonight, and I love Huge, so that's saying a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to see Janus tonight. They're OK! That's it...all I have to say about that before I get in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm my roomates can cook. I love it....Leo makes some fucking awesome Chinease food. I love it. The apartment is pretty much a dump...but fuck it, it's nice enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offically met the guys who live above Necro, Walker and Jeff tonight. I forget their names, but they were cool. Us, Huge and some guys from Janus smoked some pot together, it was cool. I recognized them, cuz one guy was wearing the same shirt as me (Undergrowth 3rd Anniversary shirt) and we talked for a bit. Cool stuff, I'm always at The Undergrowth. Yeah...I drank a lot tonight....2.50 draft is horrible for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening we're all gonna go to see Goat Horn, should be fun...WOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the hiccups and have to throw up. Nighty night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112676360620098689?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112676360620098689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112676360620098689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112676360620098689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112676360620098689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/wildflower.html' title='Wildflower'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112659399620617480</id><published>2005-09-13T03:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T03:46:36.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will go to class...I WILL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112659399620617480?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112659399620617480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112659399620617480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112659399620617480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112659399620617480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112624704896193212</id><published>2005-09-09T03:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T03:24:08.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This girl called me....this was the first time I went over to her place and the last time. I'm sick chicks too drunk for their own good. Suck good cock or not, I'm not babysitting afterwards. *note to self* stop giving out phone number! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112624704896193212?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112624704896193212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112624704896193212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112624704896193212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112624704896193212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/ew.html' title='Ew'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112604899951794849</id><published>2005-09-06T19:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:23:19.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well...I'm not going to ignore my blog anymore like I have been. I've gotta lot of events to record now and I'm lazy *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin. First of all I'm in Fenwick now. The place is a bit of a dump but I'm used to it now. My roomates are pretty cool. Steve is from Toronto, he's not here very often. Sam is only here until Jan. cuz he's on an exchange from Aust. and Leo is our chinease friend. He's a really cool guy too, he just doesn't speak english well. We're gonna get him to cook some food for us hahaha. So I'm happy with the people here. Sam and I actually just took an adventure to Sobeys to pick up some shit. He paid this time and I bought his beer. We bought a chicken to cook up later, to test out our oven. We got some milk, bread, frozen stuff....shit like that. We even bought gummy bears for our guests and ice cream things for a treat. We're not good at shopping though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...Friday I came to Halifax and stayed with Joe all afternoon. We got drunk and played xbox. I left around 8 or so to go to Derek's house. He wasn't there but his other mates were, Luke, Jeremy, Rob and Jessy. Holly came up with the idea to go hang out there for awhile. I arrived late as always. I came in and drank so more. We had a good time, some band was jamming in their basement and they were a pretty decent band. Holly and Jessy started jamming and I did some yelling over the riffs and we all liked how it turned out. Luke decided he was going to go skating, he's pretty good. But he had been drinking...me being the good friend I am told him not to drink and skate hahaha....he comes back about an hour later with a dislocated shoulder....the first thing I said was "I told ya so" hahaha. We build him a sling and he was fine. We continued to drink. A whole bunch of people showed up after awhile. Michelle...she's everywhere I am...weird. Umm a bunch of others. We had a drunken good time along with lots of pot. Around 12 or so Luke finally got us all of our asses to head to the Seahorse. We walked...through the ghetto...it was scary. We made it. Lovely Holly decided to yell lyrics the whole way. It was funny. If she didn't yell, we wouldn't like her :). We got to the seahorse in time to see Eddy Bulls finish up. They're great. Science the Band were amazing and I had to leave before Gallactus came on because I was too drunk. It was near 1:30 and I was on my way back to Glen and Laura's...I'm like 2min from their place and my cell phone rings. It's Tamara and she like wants me to go find her and go home with her....I tried so hard to get out of it but I lost in the end. So I walk all the way back to pizza corner to meet her and we walk all the way to her place which is across from Howe Hall. On the way I did manage to get asked "you got any crack to sell" and I ran into Mike and talked to him for a bit. I get back to her house....blah blah blah, after I want to leave and she starts throwing up and I can't leave her there, that would have been rude since she sucks good cock. So I felt bad and made sure she didn't die for like an hour. Then finally I make my way out of her place and head to Laura and Glen's...it was like near 4am when I got there. They say they weren't pissed or upset or whatever...fuck that, they totally were. I don't blame them. It's funny now to them I'm sure but I doubt it was when it happened hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a total of 2hrs sleep...woke up, still drunk. Sobered up a bit in the shower and then we were off to Moncton. Skipping all the details, the parking areas, the traffic, the 3km walk to the concert site and the heat. Lets just get to the concert...and the girl in the pink shirt. $5 for beer, $4 for a hot dog...retarded. 80 000 people is a lot of people. Les Trois Accord started...they were french. They were ok for what they were I guess. We were like a km away for them on the hill haha. Our Lady Peace came next and I bolted down to the stage and got super fucking close and really enjoyed their set. I hate OLP but I still enjoy them too hahaha. Make sense? Didn't think so! I then came back up the hill cuz Maroon 5 were next. Usually bands that suck are still cool live...Maroon 5 were not good at all. Very boring and lame. The Hip were next and if you know me you know I LOVE the Hip. So I bolted down the hill again and got even closer this time. Some older people next to me asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint with them and I accepted hahaha. They were like 45...maybe older. It was cool. The Hip played for about an hour and they were amazing. They did all faster songs and the crowd was really into it. Gord had many Gordisms. I can't remember all of the setlist but they did Grace Too, Poets, Courage, Hundreth Meridian, Locked In The Truck Of a Car, Summer Kills, Blow at High Dough, Little Bones and probably a few more. They didn't do anything new, no Bobcaygen and no Ahead By a Century...but it was still amazing. They stole the show from the other openers, although OLP were a close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Hip I was baked and very happy. So I went back up with Laura and Glen at the top of the hill. Then after a 20min break I ventured back down in the crowd for the Stones. I got super close on stage left. I can't even describe the Stones...it was amazing. I'll never forget that performance ever. It was the best thing I've ever witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta cut this short, I'll be back later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112604899951794849?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112604899951794849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112604899951794849' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112604899951794849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112604899951794849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-miss-you-blog.html' title='I Miss You Blog'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112569816847239995</id><published>2005-09-02T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T18:56:08.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahoy</title><content type='html'>It is 6ish pm and I am LOADED...with Joe. Dennis left us which sucks :(. Tonight I am going over to Derek's, to Holly's then to the Seahorse. Then to Laura and Glens. STONES TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROLLING STONES!!!&lt;br /&gt;ROLLING STONES!!!&lt;br /&gt;START ME UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am drunk. I'm never gonna be able to walk to Drocks house...fucking hill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112569816847239995?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112569816847239995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112569816847239995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112569816847239995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112569816847239995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahoy.html' title='Ahoy'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11425867.post-112539245770040767</id><published>2005-08-30T06:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T06:00:57.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Will The Future Blame Us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RIP&lt;br /&gt;Paul Howe...a local guy. I didn't know him as well as I would have liked too but he was a great guy. He took his own life last week. Everybody knows he hung himself and his girlfriend breaking up with him was the cause (other things also). It's unfortunate those things were made public. I can't bring myself to comment on this and probably will never be able too. I wish his family all the best and especially his brother. They were very close from what I understand. His brother is of the Treble Kings fame, you've probably heard of them. Paul knows that we drank a bunch for him Saturday night and shared some stories. Shitty news...and I just don't want to talk about this anymore right now...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denis "Piggy" D'Amour..not a local guy. I didn't know him at all but would have loved too meet him. He passed away Saturday morning after a battle with colon cancer. It flared up last week and he died only a few days later. Denis was the genious behind Voivod. One of my favorite bands. The metal world lost another great talent at a very young age. Piggy is on everybodys top 5 guitar hero lists...a true great. He will be missed. Hopefully Voivod can finish the album and get it out. I'm sure that's what Piggy would have wanted. Just because I know a lot of people who read this don't know who Voivod are....they're a metal band from Montreal who started in the 80's. They pretty much own the Canadian metal scene and are adored by anybody who likes metal. Since that will mean nothing to you...here's something that might. Jason Newsted, yes...Jason Newsted formally of Metallica, he plays bass in Voivod these days. He said for years his favorite band was Voivod and then joined the band a few years ago after he quit Metallica. Next time you play "7 degrees of Kevin Bacon" and you need to match Piggy with Metallica...that's how you do it. ZING! All joking aside, RIP Piggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend and last week. I didn't feel like doing much last week because of the whole Paul situation. That hit close to home for many reasons that all of you know...so I just fucked off all week and did jack all. Then the weekend came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped work on Friday to get a free ride to the city with Katie (cousin). Her baby is beautiful and oddly very well behaved...I say oddly because I didn't hear her cry once in the 4 hours I was with her. She's so small, but so cute. So yeah I made it to Halifax and pretty much all of Friday night is a blur. I drank my face off and remember pretty much nothing except playing NHL 2K5 on xbox. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came and I woke up. Dennis and Melanie split and went somewhere, I forget where. So Joe and I were all alone and hungry...you know what that means...we hopped in his car and got some food....We then went to the mall and met up with Kevin, some dude from Lockeport, Chris, his girlfriend (?), Ryan and Amy. We talked with them for awhile about gods knows what. I bought cds and a magazine. I picked up the new Clutch albums, the new Naglfar album and the new Trews album. Clutch are amazing to be honest. They were supposed to play Halifax years ago with Finger Eleven on the Big Noise tour...but the whole tour got cancelled which sucked. Clutch mix blues, rock and metal together to create some of the best music ever. Easily one of my favorite bands. I believe they called it "stoner rock" hahahaha. Robot Hives/Exodus is my new favorite album of the year. I wish people would stop calling Clutch "metal" though...it's so far from metal it's not funny hahaha. I got the Trews album cuz it was like 7.99. I downloaded it awhile ago, it sucks but whatever. A few good songs, worth $8. Naglfar are german black metal....great album. Wow..I can understand somebody buying Clutch and The Trews together but not with Naglfar....I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Saturday. After the mall I got Joe to take me downtown and I am out $120 because of that. I bought my Stones ticket from Fabian. I can't wait to see the Stones! Then Joe and I got back to the apartment and I started to drink my face off...more on that later. Dennis and Melanie finally got home. Dennis seemed pissy over something but we still played NHL 2k5 and he took me to Holly's like a nice guy :D. So I get to Holly's and myself, her and Brett begin to drink our faces off. Holly and I decide to not go to the pavilion show to see Neuraxis because they're supposed to be playing the party we were gonna go to so why spend $10...more on that later. So we sit around, listen to metal, and drink. Brett has become obsessed with Skinny puppy...I'm not a fan and their music didn't win me over either. Sorry Barret :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brett has to go to another party...the sameone Joe was going too (weird) to play a show with his band Janus. So we all begin to head to the Superstore on Young where Brett works. He's gotta go there for something. I forget what. Holly and I ditch him when we get to the beer store...well not ditch him hahaha. He goes to the superstore and we go into Drock's. Derek lives right by the beer store in a tiny little house. Holly and I go in and hang out with him, some girl, Eben and some dude who is old enough to be my dad and has a problem walking....more on him later. We chill for awhile and Eben and I share some Halifax Locals stories since he checks the board like 96738 times a day. This was actually the first time Eben and I met so it was cool and very random. The last thing I was expecting was to run into someone from the locals board...again, more on that later. Anyway we listen to the new System Shit recordings (which are great!) and then head to the party after a trip to the beer store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party is Quinn's "house warming" party...which means System Shit, Thy Flesh Consumed, Wohadness, Path, Hellacaust, and War Ensemble are playing really loud music in his living room. We show up rather early cuz we all decided we weren't gonna go to the pavilion and there are only a 20 or so people there. Which sucks for the pavilion show because we were all supposed to be there and because we weren't only 68 people showed up and The Undergrowth lost some money :(. On the way there, there was this box of free books on the street. I took "Psalms for the Modern Man"....I lost it :(. Anyway the party starts happening after the pavilion show gets out. A bunch of people I hadn't seen for awhile are there. Was great to see the PEI fuckers and Truo fuckers again. System Shit begin to play and the house is rawking! My new 40yr old friend who can't walk and I decide to move into Quinn's bathroom and roll a huge joint and enjoy it on his sink. Holly joined us, and a few other people. And after that the rest of the night is pretty much a blur. The drinking was heavy...oh man the drinking was heavy. the music was loud and the drugs were everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuraxis didn't come to the party and play...which sucked for them because they would have made more money at the party than they did at the pavilion show. Ross and I came up with the idea to pass around a hat if they came. They would have scored a few hundred at least....sucks to be...sucks to be us for not going to the pavilion. The other bands were all awesome, as usual. Wohawhateverness were my favorite of the night. Really tight, this was the first time I had seen them. It was Grahams birthday last week so while he performed I took it upon myself to poor whiskey down his throat...I'm a great guy! Quinn's roomate is really fucking cool. He smoked a lot of pot with me. I forget his name but he's fucking HUGE! Really nice guy though. He makes chain metal gear which is amazing. The stuff he makes is unbelievable. He made a chain link head piece that Ross decided to wear while performing....the thing is amazing. He could make loads of money with that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during the night I met this hot/annoying girl from Spryfield who I will now address as elastic mouth. She had the worst lips because of those elastics...it was so bad it became cute...then became annoying. She's been ringing my cell phone way too much...thank god I don't get any service out here. Hopefully she forgets my number. I feel bad, she was only like 17 or something but whatever. I warned her ahead of time I probably wasn't going to see her again but she didn't care...so why the hell is she still calling me? Women! I'm never giving out my number in return for sex again! If she's calling to say she's pregnant I'm gonna be pissed! I'll break out my shovel and track her down...nothing kills a baby like a shovel to the mid section....WOW! That was mean. I'm just kidding...just kidding...or am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what time I left Quinn's place, I hardly remember how I got home. I sorta remember puking my ass off when I got home though. I don't remember puking all over the apartment bathroom floor, I don't remember passing out in the doorway and I don't remember going to bed. But it happened, I assure you. By the end of the night I had drank more beer than I'd like to admit, smoked way more drugs then I'd like to admit and sex with girls younger than me, which I'm unsure about liking to admit or not. It was another beautiful night of sex, drugs and rock n' roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Day was having a party just down the street, his going away party/Halifax locals party. Eben tried to convince me to go but I never made it. I should have went for awhile. For some odd reason Sean MacGillvaproductionmanager showed up and we chatted for a bit, we hadn't seen each other for awhile. I told him I never expected to see Mr. Indie Rock at a metal party and he was like "I love this shit, I don't get to see it enough." The caught me off guard. I have a new found respect for our loveable Poorhaus. He also tried to drag me to Mike's party but I lost track of him and never made it with him either. Maybe I just wasn't meant to go visit Mike before he left. Ah well! Sean rocking out to Thy Flesh Consumed....I smell a Burdocks/Thy Flesh tour. Bloomingfield Street was the place to be that night for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about my adventures, my strange friends and my locals pals and onto what's important. I'm so excited to see the Stones on Saturday. I'm a firm believer that if you don't like The Beatles and The Rolling Stones then you don't like music. I'm tired....this took too long to write. I thought the weekend was uneventful...I guess when you finally sober up after a 3 day binge you realize how eventful the weekend really was. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S 2 days of work left....I'd rather put a bullet in my head than work at Ven-Rez ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Melanie, my breaks are at 6:30, 8:30 and 10:30. I'm outside at 8:30 and 10:30. I swear to god if you didn't draw that joint on the note you left on my car window I would have never figured out who left it hahaha. I didn't even notice it until I got half way home. I was like "what the fuck is that?!?!?" then I read it and I was like "wow, I hope it's a hot chick who wants some sweet lovin'" then I realized it was you and was sadly dissapointed hahahahah joking :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11425867-112539245770040767?l=oneperperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/feeds/112539245770040767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11425867&amp;postID=112539245770040767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112539245770040767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11425867/posts/default/112539245770040767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneperperson.blogspot.com/2005/08/will-future-blame-us.html' title='Will The Future Blame Us?'/><author><name>Justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13160692601873796291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
