the best day of the year

today is the best day of the year. it's my mom's birthday. it's my country's birthday. it means buses getting pulled over by the police. it means riot police and helicopters. it means pitcher after pitcher of beer. chicken wings. it means winning bingo. it means beer garden.
it means a lot.
i love canada. i know i could travel the entire earth and i'd come back to british columbia. we really take it for granted- cause we're greedy.
truck is back. drove around all last night until about 4am this morning. it was good times. jeff got really drunk off fireball and was being kinda funny. met up with all my friends which was nice and we went to island view beach. the stars were out to impress last night. so many of them, it's amazing. shooting stars are the reason i love the summer. then the moon rose from behind some mountains into the sky and it was pretty sweet. camp fire and all.
then the cops came.
tonight however will be the most spectacular night of the year. i will breathe the air of canada through my canadian lungs, close my eyes and listen to the people i live with. and get hammered, go home with that cheerleader that follows me around everywhere and wake up not to remember any of it. happy canada day my sexy canadians.
foul ingredients mix together to create the tangy dip. a spoonful sits on the edge of a blue plate as a song i've never heard plays behind the two. like a movie, the angle of vision cuts to an insightful diagram. upon it's display, waves crash along the quiet west coast of vancouver island. the trees along the beach stretch their branches east with the aid of the pacific's wind. the sand remains still.
i heard some guy on burrard st in vancouver works as one of those guys that pass out newspapers to people. he's right by the skytrain. burrard station, yeah that's the one. anyways, we don't really have these newspaper flogger folk here on the island because well, i don't know but they do quite a job. the rejection this guy faces is unbelieveable. i dunno, just heard about him... then met him one time, he gave me directions to west pender st.
and other times i feel like that pink bitch from that movie clueless. the one with the rich daddy and the sweet car but she just doesn't have a clue. thus clueless. thus me with a lot of things... like how i hate to bring it up, but truck-loads of women ask me why i don't have a girlfriend. and i say i don't know, and they tell me that they just don't understand it. and i don't understand what they don't understand. right? like if they're saying all this great stuff about me and how they worship me and love my mind and how i think then why don't they just cut the crap and ask me out...
maybe they're shy. maybe they know that if they asked me out i'd say no because i'm still telling myself that i'm going to call this one girl with hopes something will kick off but deep down i know it's just the friendship that i'd value. it's cause i'm a guy. guy's just want sex. when a guy says that there's things more important than meaningless sex with a pink cheerleader clueless ditz, they're wrong.
from what i know, a clutch is something related to the transmission that allows gears on a standard transmission vehicle to shift between themselves at your control. without a clutch, your vehicle goes no where. unless it's stuck in a certain gear but then you're screwed anyways. 'cause when you're trying to go down the highway and you're stuck in first gear you're gonna do more damage than you had in the first place.
friday i'm told that the entire transmission is pretty much destroyed and needs to be replaced. well shit i said. how much is that gonna be i'm thinking. an additional, yes additional 2000 dollars. fuck. i sure wasn't planning on that.
so, i promise not to suck. if someone tells me that my blog is gay in a comment, i promise i'll laugh. if someone tells me that my blog is interesting in a comment, i promise i'll smile. i promise i'll promise. i promise not to break a promise.
i promise to involve myself more with other blogs. so, i promise to comment more. and i promise to provide new types of depth and interest... i promise to try. i promise to show you colors and views. and i promise to make you think. think deeper than normal, that's my promise. so yes, i promise to blog and i promise to do it well.












