New Years

Scotch and a bottle of wiskey. Two and two of the same, yet so much better in their own ways. The last night of my alcoholic binges, drinking, trying to drink socially or any of that. I'm done losing myself in something that doesn't matter. I'm hardly sure this even makes sense right now, I guess I'll see tomorrow. Tonight my plans consist of drinking some scotch to myself, going to my friends rock show, Slyder and Amoebacorns, and some younger band. Then afterwards, who knows which party I'll go to. One or the other, both wild, maybe I'll go to the bar but I'd be drunk and broke by then. Some party, some show, some drinks, some night. Shits going to go down. I love Clerks, haha comedy and awesome dialect. Hahaha Kaitlyn just fucked some old dead guy in the bathroom. Makes me laugh. Haha. Oh god.

Nice Recovery

A bad idea is like drinking rum, while you're doing it the idea seems swell until the next day when you've realized the horrible mistake you've made. I bought another book by Susan Juby today and started reading it. I love her work, this book is about her alcoholism as a teen and her recovery. So far it's my favorite by her, I'm sad the other books don't appeal that much to be but I'll probably read them all anyways. I also bought Choke by Chuck Palahniuk but haven't started in on it. Sounds interesting. Hopefully it's a novel I can get into. I gave D the novel Catcher in the Rye, I think he'll like it. I didn't read it but the summary sounds cool and definitely up his ally. I'm checking out the Vancouver colleges. I am pretty set on leaving after this semester. I can't take it here anymore, plus now that D and I are talking again and all friendsy I think it would be really awesome and we could support eachother. He hasn't been painting or drawing for the past year he's been there, and I've been really dead in the inspiration aspect too, music wise. I'm glad I think I have a solid story started up though. I think Vancouver would really add some more writing inspiration towards my writing. I just have to ace these next courses, quit drinking, quit smoking and save up some money and I'm good to go.

Drunk yet again?

I told D my game plan and he really loved it. He gave me some good ideas for the story too, some twists if you will. Then we drank some gin. Then I went to my dad's house and got trashed. Then I went to T's house and we did something weird. He doesn't have sex but we'll like make out and stuff or something I have no idea cuz I'm always wasted when we do. My dad got crazy last night and I probably did too, and then we were all crying. I gotta get out of this town. I think I'm leaving after these courses. I can't stand it here anymore. I'm excited about this novel though it's going to be awesome. I'm going to go to the sushi place and get my cheque and go cash it. I'm still drunk. Maybe I'll go to the bar. Who knows.

Rough

I guess it's more of an outline. I got some good ideas flowing though. Trust me, you'd vomit. I love it.

Lost Advice

You would think all the years of good and bad advice one would eventually learn to take and keep some and put it to good use. When I was 10 or 11 and my aunt came to visit you would think the one thing she said that still sticks in my head I would do. 'Keep everything you write'. Had I, I would be in a different line of thinking and writing. I started writing a novel when I was 15 and it was pretty awesome. It was about this Ukrainian Architecht, forgetting the name though creative it was, he goes through some kind of psychosis or something I think he had multiple personalities and it was a psychological thriller type book. I'd love to write more of those, how I wish I had kept it I'd be a famous selling author by now. But I guess it's time to start over. I haven't quite decided yet how I will introduce myself to the author world. Romance, Comedy, just pure fucked up ness. I'm thinking of the drug induced, university student mixed up sort of thing. Where I could imagine myself at this point. My life but more exciting and glamourous, not so much highschool-dropout-college-freshman-drugless-washed-out-alcoholic-hippie-stilllivingwithmotherandgrandparents. I'd like to stay away from the Romance to begin with. Maybe something miniscual in the first book. I don't think I'd be into writing sequels or trilogies. Too much of something is never a good thing. Girl or Boy, point of view, protagonist and antagonist. So many parts to consider. I never was good at planning out those types of things, I usually just wrote and wrote and wrote. I still have some cool things lying around I think, or maybe I transfered them to blog and threw them away. Stupid move since I deleted a lot of blog and now those thoughts are forever lost somewhere, not here. I'm always more concerned with the whole editorslashpublisher thing. Who would I want to represent me, or more seriously who would want to represent me? I guess I should be focusing more on what I should write first. I kind of have an idea and it's sure to blow some minds. I won't spill the beans yet until I get a few chapters done, perhaps I'll write it on another blog for viewing pleasure. I want it to be like a living nightmare type deal. Something you could never imagine right off the bat, a psychological thriller in a batcave at 40 below and you're a young Bruce Wayne type thing. I still have an hour and a half... I could come up with a rough draft. I should go now. More updates later.

Surrogate Mother

Last night I ended up visiting an old friend who's visiting from University, leaving tomorrow though. Quite glad I caught him. We drank some beers with his new girlfriend L, she's really awesome, I like her. I drank five beer, M had one. I feel so lame. And then I had the most fucked up dream. Most likely the greatest thing about yesterday was when I talked to M's father for almost 45 minutes about Psychological experiements and government issues and shit. I always really liked Harlow's Surrogate Mother experiement with the little monkeys and the wire mamas. Really great just sad for the poor scared little monkeys. *sadface* I just watched The Experiement, a Psychological experiement gone horribly wrong back in the Sixties. One man died, tragic. Mostly it's tragic for the field and followers of Psychology, because now they both have a reason to be given a bad rep. Oh shit I forgot I was writing. I was yelling at this boy I know who won't give up his jig. Anyways I'm going over to D's in a bit to draw and write or something creative I'm not sure what yet. So it's shower time.

Ween--Push th' Little Daisies