Sunday, September 11, 2005

Nice and simple
*yawns*

It's 5:11am. I'm tired but not sleepy.

Thanks once again for the birthday wishes. You sock my broccoli. Or is it brock my rocks? *shakes head* You guys are awesome.

Last Friday was interesting. I met with Mr. Guitarist and Mr. Bassist's Ex-Girlfriend. We later met with Mr. Vocalist. Why is Mr. Bassist's girlfriend with us? We all have something in common. We all think Mr. Bassist is a supficial, arrogant, self-absorbed jerk. And that's the nice way of putting it.

Though we didn't want his company in the first place, Mr. Bassist couldn't make it that day because he told me that he was working overtime. I let it go though I was pretty pissed he missed my birthday celebration. However, he told Mr. Guitarist a different story. He said to him that he couldn't make it because he was over at his aunt's place for a goodbye party. Now that kinda pissed me off even more. Now here's the kick in the crotch. We both actually SAW Mr. Bassist taking the bus. I decided to call him and see if he'd follow through with his lie. Yup. Even with the public transit chatter in the background, he still said he was working overtime. He might as well become a farmer because the amount of bullshit streaming from his mouth could fertilize acres of feilds and farmland. Asshole...

Before meeting up with Miss Ex, Mr. Guitarist and I went to the LCBO store (the liquor store) to buy me the gift of alcohol. I had no idea what I chose but it was blue and it reminded me of the stuff barber clean combs with. Mr. Guitarist paid and we were on our happy little way, anxious to try this magical new potion.

Mr. Guitarist, Miss Ex and I had bubble tea while waiting for Mr. Vocalist. While doing so, we had quite the deep chat about Mr. Bassist and his effect on the lives of everyone around him. You are probably thinking that it's a bit mean to be talking behind his back but if you only knew the crap and bullshit that prick puts people through, it would be impossible to have any respect for him. Which is what is going on now. The band is in jeopardy because of his stupid lies and asshole morals (or lack thereof) and so we felt the need to discuss him.

Later on in the evening, Mr. Vocalist joined up with us for some Korean BBQ at our favourite Korean restaurant.

And just my luck, my favourite waitress was there. She probably twenty-something but she's really beautiful. She recognized me and welcomed me with an excited wave. After seating us she actually told me I look handsome tonight (It must be the hat). And that's how my little crush started. *laughs* I also built up the courage to actually ask her name. It's Sophie. *giggle* It's such a cute name so it's rather fitting.

The boys explained to her that we were celebrating my birthday. Obviously they were setting up something but I didn't expect a thing.

Dinner was delicious, plentiful and very filling. We continued our chat on Mr. Bassist but since it was a night of celebration, we decided to drop the subject and speak of random fun stuff. And so we laughed the night away, chowing down of rice and meats.

Before paying the bill, a very orchestrated instrumental for "Happy Birthday" played over the speaker system and walking towards the table with a large bowl of GREEN TEA ICE CREAM was Sophie and her coworkers singing a love rendition of "Happy Birthday". It was sweet. Since the two boys stuffed themselves with meat. Miss Ex and I had the massive amount of ice cream to ourselves. Yummy yummy.

After dinner we walked to Mr. Guitarist's house to share the blue stuff. Since we couldn't take the risk of actually drinking inside the house, we had to provide ourselves with our own cups to drink while on the front porch. We bought 30 styrofoam cups. *laughs*

We made it to the porch and I poured everyone a cup of blue. After toasting the night we down every last drop. Mr. Vocalist and I didn't feel much out of our share but Miss Ex and Mr. Guitarist were OUT. It was pretty amusing to watch actually. After watching them speak complete nonsense and box each other with the remaining styrofoam cups as gloves, we walked Miss Ex home before she got into any trouble. On our way back, Mr. Guitarist eased up a bit on the silliness and then revealed to Mr. Vocalist and I everything that's been on his mind for the past few months. And it all circulated around Mr. Bassist. I'd rather not share with out what he said exactly but it truly showed what kind of untrustworthy person Mr. Bassist is. Mr. Guitarist almost cried while revealing his thoughts. Mr. Vocalist and I had our share of thoughts too. I found myself giving the both of them advice for the rest of the night on how to cope with their problems and reassuring them that together we can fix things and everything won't be as bad. After thanking me repetitively for my kind words, we simply sat there on the porch, watching the sky and resting peacefully in the joy of true comradery.

After leaving Mr. Guitarist place, I bought an Arizona and walked home. I'd like to apologize to those of you who spoke with me on MSN that night. Though I chatted more than usual, I don't think I made very much sense that night. I do remember icicle and hugging a blue thing but that's it.

The next day (Saturday), I spent at home, cleaning the house and singing to myself while doing so. I then chatted again online through both Skype and MSN and unfortunately, due to phonecalls and forgetting I left myself online, I missed hearing the angelic voices of a few resident singers here in MyO. You know who you are and I'm sorry for missing your performances. But I'll make it up to you, okay? Sweet...

Aha. There we go. The tiredness is kicking in. Enjoy the rest of you weekend everyone. I'll see you when I'm not about to slide off my rolly chair...

Cheers.

- enin -

P.S. If you'd like, listen to the new music I put up. It's no waltz but you can still have a nice romantic dance to it. It's very prom-like but what do I know, I've never been. Coupled or single, you can't help but sway to the gentle rhythm of Modest Mouse. Enjoy! (Look a new banner too!)
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