Started my new job today!

Now, I know what you're thinking, "HOLY FUCK GARRY! THREE JOBS?"

Well, in reality, I am about to finish my work as a cook at Catrina's Grill, although my cooking career will continue as the brunch cook at Steeples, I have since began to work at Giordana's family vineyard, vinegary, and winery. Now, coming into this job, I was told to prepare for long, repetitive, and often difficult (physically) tasks. I was told that my back would hurt from not sitting down. "Pah," I thought, "I'm a bloody cook, I've never done an honest days worth of work sitting down!"

It was beautiful, working outdoors is possibly one of the better parts of life, theres something about it that makes you feel like you're being paid to enjoy sunshine, of course it also comes with its negatives. The back of my neck is red. I spaced on the Sun Block on the neck! I got everywhere else! Secondly, the sun drains the water from you faster than those nachos you had at that one baseball game where they ran out of all liquids. Ever. I suggest anyone who feels they can handle difficult (and trust me it is no cake walk, try standing around for eight hours with your hands above your head) labour, I suggest you do drop your resume off. Keep in mind that at the end of your day, you'll be sore, hungry, tired, burnt, but oh damn, to have silence while working... No buzzing off bills, no shouting chefs, no nagging waitresses...

Heaven

Oh my sweet dry towel and rubber spatula!

Started job numero duo a week ago, so my schedule is getting rather cramped. There's something about working at Steeples that is so much better, yet so much more stressful than Catrina's. Perhaps it's the higher intensity food, or perhaps the higher pay.

HOO RAH!

I am quite looking forward to the weekend, two nights, in Tofino with friends, food, and drink is exactly what I need in these trying times. The stress of school, two jobs, and a myriad of plays have finally gotten to me. I think I may snap tomorrow if my cast doesn't show up for another rehearsal, and I just can't wait to tell my employer (Catrina) that either they start working me during the weeknights, or I will be forced to quit. Not what I need!

On a better note:

Pretty Much the Worst Band Ever starts jamming this Thursday. Our hope is that if we throw enough people who can barely play instruments in one room, we'll eventually knock something out. Look out for us in 2008, we plan to have our first smash single "Kill you" out on our highly anticipated album "Wet Shoes For People Who Like Dry Feet." So, if you can barley play an instrument (guitarists, sorry, we have enough, pick up a uke), or you just want to hang out while we fart around with powerstances, or if you realise how awesome we're going to be and just want to be able to say you were at our first jam:

Ask Ty, it's at his house and I really can't just go inviting people, that would be rude.

As far as the band lineup looks, it's something like this:

Garry G. (Vocals, Guitar, Ukelele? Maybe I can get my hands on a wee little drumset?)
Tyson J. (Guitar, Power stance)
James G. (Guitar, Kiss)
Farley M. (Bass set guitar, Talent)
Giordana V. (Like, the only one who can even sing)

Alright, so basically, I expect to be hooked on blow in a week.

HAPPY CHOCOLATE ZOMBIE JESUS DAY!

I get to work.

I guess my employers know that I am the only one certified that can protect Catrina's patrons from the holy undead.

One week of fantastic freedom. The shackles of school have been swept aside for a few precious more moments. The week was spent mostly with Giordana, and a lot more eventful than I originally anticipated. Many a cookie was made, many a grad-dress bought, many an asparagus consumed. Yes my pee did in fact smell funny.

I expected more to stay at home, see George once or twice then work. Seems I was graced with the whole week off however, so instead of working for the man I hit up Victoria and saw Three Hundred with my dad and significant other.

Three hundred as you may have heard is nothing less than

THE MOST AWESOME MANLY-EST MOVIE EVER CREATED. NOT ENJOYING ITS FIGHT SCENES IS THE EQUIVALENT TO HANDING IN YOUR MEMBERSHIP CARD TO THE MAN CLUB

From this moment on if I am ever asked the question "what is this?" I will promptly reply "THIS IS SPAAAAARTA!" and kick the questioner in the chest, with my sandaled, Greek, godlike foot.

The Vancouver trip was not in fact as manly. I had to instead cater to the dress buying crowd, which was just as fun, hard to believe Spartans I know. Marilyn (Giordana's mother), Leslie (Giordana's aunt) and I all were on the committee of Giordana's grad dress. Many a dress was cast out into the rejected zone, much like the crippled babies in Sparta (don't like that they're not equal opportunity? TOUGH! LIKE MANLY MAN TOUGH!) but eventually one reigned supreme. Her dress is most exquisite, and paired with the monochrome white Chucks, her garb will be most fantastic. Especially with my contrasting monochrome black chucks! Just wait till she sees my cape and shield.

Tonight was spent with my fathers induction into the "I have dines at the Venturi-Shulze's house" club. As I look back and realize I spent an entire week with my best friend, I know I could not have spent it any other way.

Ahem, I mean, uh, SPARTANS! TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL!

God-damn look at that rain.

It only adds to my current state of semi-despair. Actually no, mostly I just don't want to go to work. And I'm currently missing someone to no end, however I think I can survive. If only for the notion that I have but six more days of this....

Plus I totally haven't shaved since she left, and my face is so gross! In such an awesome way! Although, I'm going to do some grooming today. While the stuff on my chin may look grotesquely cool, the stuff on my neck in little patches is not.

So last night Ro-bine and I made a clean 100 each for "Dj'ing" a little girls coming of age party. Considering we danced the whole night, I think we were paid well. Although I think I may have killed my speakers...

Big surprise: Best received song was "Da Funk" by Daft Punk. Two of the girls even knew the song by name, and the band, and loved it. Had the whole family in a breakdance circle. And then when I bust out the Of Montreal they loved it! Moral of the story is, Indie Dance Rock is the universal genre of AWESOME!

That's all for today.
Time to adopt the fetal position.

Dear Friend,

I will leave this letter of thanks short.

I would like to express my extreme gratitude for not exposing me to blatant, and painful, grammatic rape. Thank you for maintaining your solid manner of speech, both on, and off the internet. Thank you for not alienating yourself from others by using "ur," "h8," or "wat." I also appreciate the variety of language you all offer.

Thank you,
Regards,
Garry.

Well, I am dying.

After two weeks of Westside in which I remained completely healthy whilst 40% of the cast seemed to drop like flies, the flu has caught up with me.

My nose runs like a river, and I'm achy everywhere. The love of my life brought me a miracle drug, which kicks ass, but for how long?

Yo' mah, hizzles! The sho is down in the crib, bitches! My ho's are all up like, lovin' the how we playin' foo!


Some one had to do it, I'm sort of glad it was me. West Side Story has finished its first leg. Second leg starts tomorrow, with more energy, more real blood, and more BRONCHITIS!

Goddamnit Brooke

Other than our lead being crippled in the lung by some stupid bacterial infection (Wait, it's a virus, thank you wikipedia The article) the play is going fantastic. Energy is like nothing else, and there's a lot of love. Lots and lots of love.

Except for Sean, you bastard, I swear to god I will cut you back.

You'll rue the day you made me bleed my own blood.

Giordana has seen the play a record number of times, thus far, four out of five. I put forth the motion she be labeled "West Side Story Groupie." I believe it is an acceptable title, and very fitting.

I'm sort of glad she shows up so much, I'd miss her terribly if she did not. (OH GOD SAPPY ALERT SAPPY ALERT! DUCK AND COVER!) Sometimes you need someone to dedicate everything you do to. I'm glad I have someone to strive for. Plus she gives really fucking awesome back scratches. I mean like, Angel good. I swear she could tame a lion with her fingers.

I managed to cheat school today, I had my Sunday taken away by work. I mean it to, I was called in two days in advance, forced to work an eight and a half hour shift. However the sleep in, and dinner and a visit with Giordana more than made up for it...

I'm looking forward to tomorrow, big play night, first back from the break, so we gotta kill the slump, also Giordano is coming. This man scares me, and there are few people I want to impress more, so at least I'll be motivated.

Also, I have come to the conclusion that when I am of legal age, I will always have a flask of Whiskey on me. For three reasons:

1) Fucking Manly
2) In case I need to warm/wake/un-shock myself/someone
3) I'd never be thirsty

That's all for tonight!

Naw, I use hyperbole. I was lucky enough to get a mediocre haircut.

No it is not at all short by your standards. However our standards differ, and I am lead to believe that my head is cold. I look like rodney would look if he had brown hair and not as good looking. Ok, perhaps a little more, 'rugged'


HAHAH!


Also, I have finally quit bitching about not being able to play the guitar and am beginning to learn. So far I can pluck out two chords, and the ghost of "Birthday" by the Beatles. Only because I sing it so often I figured I might as well learn the riff.

Alas, typing with bloodied fingers has left my keyboard sticky, I bet Brian Adams never wrote that in a song!

That is all for tonight!

Crescenta.

First try you love it, the second, you finally appreciate it. I can hardly wait for the third. Sitting around a table with eight people eating fried bread and drinking wine sort of makes everything right. Conversations of communism is rampant, and toasts aplenty.

So I recommend this to all of you. Eat a good sit down meal with someone in the next couple days. Drink, eat, talk. Forget any appointments after. Take as long as you want, and eat as much as you can. It'll make you a better person.

As perhaps all of us are aware, the dreaded New Years resolution often represents an unachievable goal that we all think will make ourselves a better person. We set it in hopes that we will have accomplished our set out task by the end of the year, thus leading us onto even more fulfilling and meaningful resolutions for years to come.

When in reality we never EVER EVER accomplish them. We achieve more by making our resolve detached from New Years. It gives it more meaning than that once a year self masturbatory prediction. So this year I opted for something a little different. I have decided that for my news years resolution, I will respond 'affirmative' to whomever asks me if I want gravy with my french fries. Those ferry trips are going to get a lot more tasty. Also, if I fail my resolution, no harm comes to myself, in fact it would probably be better that I did not achieve my goal of gravy consumption domination.

Now you wonder, what sort of fool comes up with a resolution like this? What sort of environment corrupts a poor boy! Well...

( This one )

It's time for a post Christmas entry:

What did I get?

I won't bore you, I got some really cool shit.

I do however wish to raise some emergency party alarms:

WTF! WTF! WTF!

Got it all done bitches!

Time to wrap!

Ten days till the eve!

Okay, just over a dozen shopping days left.

Am I panicking? YES!

I will probably be departing for a Victoria shopping day next Wednesday, after West Side Story. So if anyone is interested in watching me spend obscene amounts of money, you are welcome to join me. However, be aware that after the shopping is completed I will be watching Urine Town.

So, I have pictures from snowball now, just to flaunt my connections at the private school down the road I will LJ cut them! BITCHES!

( Face dropping! )

So, it seems the fringe benefits of being incorporated into the Brentwood lifestyle have begun to show themselves. What was a short visit to see George in Mack house turned into a frantic quest to aquire a dress shirt, and dress pants, so that I could attend the winter 'formal' (read, not formal at all) dance (Yes George I know, the dinner is formal). The attempt was successful, and to the suprise of many past acquaintances who have moved on to Brentwood in the past, I partied hardy. The music under any other circumstance would have been terrible, but hey, some musical highlights include:

What is love?
I don't Want to Close My Eyes
Shout!
Billy Jean

So those four made up for all the random Hip hop. However, I will admit, I could never dance to Phil Evrum's voice. Just needed more Daft Punk though...

I write this in haste, the power may die in any minute. I just hope that when this ice age ends, there may be some record of my life left!

So snow is the theme here, and our moral? IT ROCKS.

It can also suck, but there are some things you just have to accept.

My weekend started off with a plan such as this:

Wake up early, go to Brentwood, Brentwood takes me, George, and a load of Mack house girls to science world, We poke dead bodies, go out for dinner with my aunt,and come home same day.

However, it turned into this:

Wake up early, go to Brentwood, Brentwood takes me, George, and a load of Mack house girls to science world, We poke dead bodies, IT SNOWS, I cancel with my aunt because she is nervous about the roads, The Mack posse (Giordana, Marilyn, Keira, Nat, Raven, Clarissa) hit Robson, Raven and German split off from the main group, we spend one hundred dollars on dinner, including a couple martini's, thanks to a Saudi license, we then realize how bad the snow is, wait an hour before our bus shows up, get to Marilyn's pad, drink the night away, 2 am snowball fight, wake up, watch office space for the third time, get trapped in Tsawwassen, make eggs benedict, build a life like snow replica of Jay Leno, another snowball fight, make dinner, catch seven ferry at eight, attempt to catch popcorn in mouth while reading the articles in playboy, take two hours to get over the Malahat in Brentwood bus, and finally arrive home, oh, and then I found five dollars.


All in all,it was one of the best weekends ever recorded in the history of fucking awesome.

And of course no weekend is without its inside jokes, but I will spare you those, as only one of you will get them.

That's all for today, I wish you all the best in this hellish snow blizzard.

( New )

Scary isn't it... Chances are most of us'll get it... I guess I gotta enjoy my disease free time now.

The wind rages against the side of my house. My lights flicker on and off. The rain occasionally pelts my roof, only to stop as abruptly as it started.

Despite being soaked to the bone alongside my fellow rain warriors Giordana and Phil, we braved the vicious mill bay trail. The river that normally flows so quietly under the bridge is a thunderous destructive agent of nature. I gave it a quarter to grant us safe passage, it seemed to work. We also dropped in to visit Terry, who stole my soul with his delicious zero trans fat fries. I technically didn't buy them, but whatever, technically I have broken my vow. This however does not mean I will be buying fast food, just that I cheated.

Spent a bit of my night in Mackenzie house at Brentwood, and had to act a small cameo role in a majour movie production of the most amazing of sorts. The point of this being: Brentwood Boarding Girls should be approached with caution, they are volatile. Also hilarious and can be friendly, until you tease them about their grilled cheese maker.

I'll be taking a trip to Science World (excuse me "Telus World of Science" [BULLSHIT]) with a couple of them, mostly George. TO SEE PLASTIC HUMAN BODIES THAT WERE AT ONE POINT ALL NOT PLASTICY! In that I mean they were at some point real people.

My stomach has a rare bacteria. It is not worms as Colin will have you believe, or an evil alien as Brian will have you believe. It is also not contagious. So chillax.

I was kicked out of the house again, although now I am back. This time because of a thirteen dollar phone bill.

Yeah, I know.

All For Tonight!