all of the things that go to make heaven and earth are here

title of a new pornographers song, from challengers which i am obsessed with.
so i don't know when the shift happened that i now use the internet instead of the trusty journals i have been using for the past ten years...but it happened. apparently.

saturday night AT home, after working concession at CPAT. in my big white bed, hungry. going to white rock tomorrow for LUNCH...pretty fucking excited at the prospect of an actual meal. not of course that my half-baked half-frozen chicken entree and old scone i had for dinner wasnt an actual meal. the power went out in my kitchen. and is still out. i don't wonder if my landlords have something against me now...i ran into casey today on my way in and then walked in the door to realize that i STINK. that is what you get for staying at the bar and sleeping at french ben's tiny apartment in richmond. i don't care though, i could have listened to ben and mike talk all day. i love german accents. and french accents. and people who ask you "what taste?" instead of "what kind?" of slurpee.
danced all night, after the shitty bands stopped playing at the bourbon. excuse me, they weren't shitty, they were talented. so talented i felt like i was at high school battle of the bands. yeah, that kind of talented. had more fun cutting a rug to the old school 80s dj, which, as kelly pointed out, usually means its almost time to go home. but no, we were off to megabite and mcdonald's (sin), and then to ben's.
the show sounded good tonight, the kind that is a real experience. i experienced maureen, who snapped alot and was one of those puffed-up, i'm-so-busy-and-crazy-i-hardly-have-time-for-any-of-you types. i shouldn't say that, she was lovely. so was brendan, who worked with me and reminded me a little too much of my uncle in calgary. he gets a kick out of looney tunes, apparently. hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gal...