They only come out at night...

Ok, I had one of the most bizarre days at work today that I've had in a long time. It seemed like every third customer or so that I served either had something forcibly inserted into their anus, or they were just plain weird. Honestly. It got to the point where I had to stop and actually ask myself, "What is going on today that all these psychos and weirdos are coming out of the wood work?". Then I realized - it's a full moon! Not only that, when I mentioned it to a co-worker, she informed me that it was also a lunar eclipse. That explains it!

Seriously, I don't consider myself superstitious, but I honestly think the full moon had something to do with it. Awhile back my manager mentioned to me how the weirdos come out during the full moon, as per his experience working at the old HMV downtown, but I didn't really know what he meant cos I'd never experienced it myself. Now I know.

Stay off the streets ladies and gents. Please, for your own safety. The lunatics are about.

Burnt or fried?

I must say that today, while beginning normally, despite that I started work an hour later than usual, ended quite differently than I might have expected.

I started work at 2:00 instead of 1:00 today because I was going to stay an hour later tonight to help the manager of the store and another guy move some shelves around and what not. When I finished cashing off at 9:30 the manager, Dave, came and asked if I knew of any good places to order pizza. That was music to my ears, because one of the customers at work today kind of smelled like Wendy's (at least I like to think that's what it was), so I was craving fast food.

We ended up staying until about 11:30, which was an hour later than I was scheduled to work, so Dave let me choose between getting paid for the extra hour, or I could take home a CD of my choice. This also was music to my ears (no pun intended), as I was so tempted earlier today to buy the Deluxe edition of the new Jimmy Eat World album, which I'm currently listening to the second disc of. Needless to say, I went for the CD. Wicked!

Anyways, I got out to the train at around 11:35 or so, and was surprised to see the trains just sitting in the station with the doors open. At first I was scared that they'd closed the lines for the night, because then I'd have no way to get home. When I actually got to the train, however, I saw that there were people sitting in them, so I got on and waited as well. I figured that it was a similar deal to the train at Broadway that goes to Brentwood that'll sit and wait for people to board for about five minutes. Anyway, it turns out that the trains weren't running because somebody had gotten onto the tracks around the New West station, and the cops were apparently trying to get the person off. Eventually they just ended up closing that entire line (being the one that I needed to take to get home, despite that by that time I would have missed my last bus home anyway). This posed some what of an interesting dilemma as to what I was going to do with myself, considering that I didn't even have a quarter to call anyone for a ride.

I ended up bumming a quarter off the security guard in the mall (bless his heart) and calling my dear friend Melissa, who was kind enough to give me a ride home. She was doing homework for her painting class at college, however, so I had to walk from the mall to her house, which took around 15 minutes. This wasn't bad, though, because it gave me the chance to listen to my new CD.

Anyways, she couldn't afford the possibility that her paint might dry, so I hung out at her house while she gradually mixed black paint (which she concocted herself) with white to make varying shades of grey, with the point being to arrive at white eventually, or so I understood. I have to say that I would never have the patience to do that myself, but I wasn't bored or anything as she was doing it. She let me listen to her copy of REM's Out of Time which she just bought, and which I haven't listened to for quite a while, so that was nice.

And what is the point of this story? The point is that I had what I would consider a weird night, in light of the fact that were it any other night, I would have just caught the train to Braid and taken my bus home from there.

Oh yeah, I had this weird dream last night that Jesse and I robbed a bank in some small town where everyone knew who I was, and I'd forgotten to wear my ski mask (which Jesse just shrugged off, cos he remembered to wear his). I felt so bad for what we'd done, but then I realized that I was only dreaming, and I felt so much better. Weird.

Oh, and for some reason I took my velvet painting off my wall last night in a half-asleep stupor. When I woke up this morning I hit it with the door because I had just layed it on top of some crap on my floor. I couldn't figure out why the heck I took it off the wall in the first place, but I think it's because I bumped it or something and for some reason it made sense in my mind that I'd have to take it off the wall in order to straighten it, and then I couldn't get it back on the nail, so I just gave up and put it on the floor and fell back asleep. Once again, weird. That kind of reminds me of the time I had the other velvet painting I had above my bed in Dalmeny fall on my head as I was sleeping and in my dream I was in a cage that's roof was collapsing on me and I was going to be crushed. I ended up waking up standing fully upright on my bed, pushing on the ceiling, calling for my mom. I was like 19 or something. What the heck have they been putting in my food, anyway? Geeze.

Forever and ever, amen

Yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it? I'm sure I've been disappointing the masses who wait with baited breath to read my latest post by not writing for so long. Or perhaps not. Whatever the case, I've decided it's been long enough, and I'm not able to sleep enough at the moment that I'll take a bit of time to ramble about whatever comes to mind.

Ramble #1. The song of the moment that I can't seem to hear enough is "Monkey" off "Recovering the Sattelites" by Counting Crows. I just really love the line where he says, "Got nowhere but home to go, got Ben Folds on my radio right now". Yay for Ben Folds!

Yeah, I've been on this big Counting Crows kick lately. I'm not entirely sure why, as I haven't listened to them for at least three years, if not longer, but for some reason I'm really loving them right now (not that I stopped loving them, just that I stopped listening). At any rate, sometime around the middle of last week I was inspired to throw in "August and Everything After", and was just reminded of how great an album that is. Seriously, it's so good. I used to listen to that all the time around grade eight and nine, so it's pretty nostalgic for me to listen to as well. I surprised myself that I still knew most of the words.

Anyway, I borrowed "Recovering the Sattelites" from Matt, and "This Desert Life" from Jesse, so I've been getting the necessary dosage to help me deal with my Counting Crows fever. I've also been listening to the single "American Girls" on their website. Good stuff.

Ramble #2. I AM SO PUMPED for the release of the Corner Gas DVD that comes out on Tuesday. I'd never even heard of the show until about two weeks ago when I saw it featured on the cover of the TV Guide in the supermarket. It caught my eye because there was something decidedly prarie about it, and lo and behold the show revolves around a gas station which serves as the community centre of sorts in a small Saskatchewan town. Holy crap! Seriously, I AM SO EXCITED!!! I've never seen an episode, but I'm totally buying the DVDs. It's very convenient that it's coming out on DVD as well, right after I heard about it, because we don't really get TV where we are cos we don't have cable, nor an antennae.

Ramble #3. The Bella record is finished. In fact, it was finished around the last week in September. And let me tell you, what a terrible time that was. It's great to have it finished, and I'm so glad we did it, and I'm very pleased with the result, but September was just hell for me. Uggh. That's all I'm going to say about that.

Ramble #4. We moved right after we finished mixing in the studio. We finished mixing on Friday, and then Matt and I (actually, Matt had started earlier in the week as I was still racing to beat my deadline for the record) moved our stuff into our new place in Coquitlam over that weekend. Seriously, I am loving this new place SO MUCH. I feel so good here. I feel like life is worth living in it's own right now, rather than just pining for the past. It's a good feeling. I am so blessed.

Ramble #4. Do you ever get that feeling where you feel like you're playing house or something by being an adult? I got that tonight after I came home from Superstore after searching for (and failing to find) sour cream for my perogies. I don't know, I just got this really weird feeling as I walked up to our door, because it just seemed really surreal. I shouldn't have my own place. I shouldn't go to the supermarket looking for sour cream for the meal I'm about to make. It just seemed really weird, but in a good, funny sort of way. (I ended up getting Herb & Spice chip dip instead of sour cream. It was pretty good. I was pissed, though, because when I got home with it, I realized that I didn't think to buy cheese, which I just ran out of, as well as the stupid perogies themselves. I only had seven! That's lame.)

Ramble #5. Char, Jesse and Amelia came over last night for shandys (that's my latest thing - they're a drink composed of half a beer and half a can of Sprite. It sounds gross, but it's actually really good). We watched the movie Deliverance, which Matt didn't seem to like much, evidenced by his early departure into his room, about a quarter of the way into the movie. Right around the sodomy scene. I supposed I can understand that.

Char and I stayed up late and had a really good talk (or rather, she did a really good job of listening to me prattle on and on and on and on...) under a willow tree by a stream. She made an interesting comment that living in this new place is good for me because I'm able to better remember my mom here. Apparently I've been talking about my mom a lot more since I moved here, and I've been able to share my wonderful memories of her. That's really nice. I wouldn't have thought of it that way.

Ramble #6. The roof. This also has to do with the new place. We have a car port (open air garage), and it's roof runs right up to the side of the hill that our house sits on, so it's really easy to get up on to it. It's just the perfect spot to go hang out when people come over. So cool!

Ramble #7. Star Wars. I just watched the first one on VHS tonight. Seriously, I think those are my favourite movies ever. They're just extremely cool. They were made back in the day when special effects were a lot more crude (but nevertheless, more effective in a sense), and it stands up so well to watch it today. I don't know, it has everything. There are just some hilarious parts in there, like that scene where Han takes off yelling after that group of stormtroopers and then has to boot it back down the hall when they turn around and realize it's just him all by himself. And all the banter between him and Leia is perfect. Such great chemistry between the cast. Those moments are just so well done. Classic!

And thus ends my rambling for this evening. I think I'll go to bed soon. Sleep is good.