tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59552432011-04-21T23:44:59.774-03:00this is my truth / tell me yoursRantings of a guy that just missed the boat.Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1098766509083650532004-10-26T01:54:00.000-03:002004-10-26T01:55:09.083-03:00i told you why we are leaving...Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1098246623229978112004-10-20T01:22:00.000-03:002004-10-20T01:30:23.230-03:00Just sitting here listening to Bent and trying to find out what's going on in Montreal this weekend.
Found out today that Kepler had played here on Saturday night. But I was too busy going to shitty electro clubs and getting lost in jail basements to go, unfortunately. Would have been cool to see them live though. Damn.
I ran into a girl I worked with at Pacifico on the street today. I fucking Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1098029378246641152004-10-17T13:58:00.000-03:002004-10-17T13:39:14.380-03:00Today is definitely one of those days where I used to sit in my cave and get high and download music all day when I was supposed to be grading labs
I went to a bar called Surface last night, and since I knew that Carl Cox and Mark Farina and the like have played there, I was expecting something more than a glorified parking garage. The space could have been alright had they not tried so hard toJonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1097950555142299092004-10-16T14:41:00.000-03:002004-10-16T15:15:55.143-03:00Tired, hung over, peicing together what happened last night, trying to figure out how to get downtown, at Ian's, hung over.
I remember going to a bar smaller than Hell's Kitchen with Ian's roommate last night. This morning, I had no idea where I was or who I was with. Just vague recollections of cabbing from the bar to some afterparty down the block from Ian's. I went into the bathroom and saw Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1097733523455290782004-10-14T02:49:00.000-03:002004-10-14T23:36:56.970-03:00So what happened was I woke up at around 4 am and decided I wanted to leave Vancouver right there and then. My roommate was getting a ride to the airport in thirty minutes so I grabbed my pack, hauled on a hoodie and some pants, and went with him.
Then what happened was I argued my way onto a flight to Toronto that had empty seats. Got to Toronto, and before going down to the arrival part, I Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1097255235554500772004-10-08T22:04:00.000-03:002004-10-08T14:07:15.563-03:00What happened was I went to the same IGA market I've been eating at every morning for the last two weeks almost. I bought milk and an orange, and ate my granola and read the paper like a good little Newfie. What happened then was I had to grab a phone number from my email, so I sat down at one of the terminals and did that. Took less than 30 seconds.
What happened then was the crazy asian guy Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1097098259646992782004-10-06T18:11:00.000-03:002004-10-06T18:36:26.363-03:00After deciding it's probably in my best interest to take a shower, I tried to get a towel from the desk at the hostel. Fist he said it was two bucks to rent a towel. I could deal with that so I got a toonie from my pocket and put it on the counter. Then he told me there was a five dollar deposit, so in all, he needed seven bones from me so I could take a shower. Yeah no.
But I caught him Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1096838505621574452004-10-03T18:08:00.000-03:002004-10-03T18:41:08.070-03:00I say you don't show, don't move, time is slow.
I'm finding Vancouver is more like a huge high school dance. There's cliques of people that won't talk to each other for whatever reason, be it that they're shy or what not but it's an element of the east that this place is severely lacking.
There's a gloss that encompasses almost everyone that lives here, and I'm sure it's something that's added Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1096586917380271782004-10-01T13:19:00.000-03:002004-10-01T16:37:00.450-03:00I'm sitting in an IGA eating cold shanghai noodles and drinking tap water from my nalgene. How's that for class?
I spent today people watching and creeping downtown. I can't afford smokes any more, so that's over. I haven't gotten high since before I left Newfoundland, and even the internet is starting to fail at being a reliable time-killer.
I'm going to hit it tonight. It's friday and I feel Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1096569086371890922004-09-30T10:04:00.000-03:002004-09-30T15:31:26.373-03:00I have a serious vendetta against korean internet cafes that play japanese pop music really loud at 10 am.
I'm out of here. now.Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1096403276352884382004-09-28T17:21:00.000-03:002004-09-28T17:30:09.050-03:00What happened was I'm reading a Best of Vancouver issue of The Straight, which is Van's weekly entertainment publication - slightly less head-up-ass than The Coast - on my third cup of coffee and nth cigarette of the morning, when I was reading the entertainment listings and found that Interpol was playing at the Commodore Ballroom on October 23rd.
Then what happened was right there, I decided Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1096315098368281462004-09-27T16:51:00.000-03:002004-09-27T17:00:44.896-03:00I'm so full of raw fish and miso that I want to rip my brains out. And I'm realizing now that when you have nowhere to go, and you're sick, and you have to pass time in internet cafes while feeling like your insides are going to liquify, it gets pretty rough. I don't even know where I'm sleeping tonight.
Being back around people and normal life is shocking my system bad, and I'm thinking more Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1096265041006558042004-09-27T02:51:00.000-03:002004-09-27T03:08:21.386-03:00It's hard to describe what it's like to wake up at 3 am to find that your sleeping bag that you have for the next two weeks is soaked, and there's a river running through your tent that has no floor. It's even harder to describe what it's like to not hear a song, read a paper, take a shower, or look in a mirror for almost a month. Even still, it's hard to describe the feeling of having to put on Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1094260713746710882004-09-03T22:15:00.000-03:002004-09-03T22:18:33.746-03:00Every time I'm building up to a trip, when everything is said and done and all I have to do is haul my backpack out to my truck, I don't want to go anymore. If someone said to me "Yeah your course is cancelled and you don't have to go anymore. You're free to move back to Halifax and live and work at the same job til you're dead." right now, I'd graciously oblige.
Alright. I'm out. Back in a Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1093969900260788042004-08-31T13:20:00.000-03:002004-08-31T13:31:40.260-03:00I played lacrosse for the first time in four years yesterday up on the forces base field by the airport in full view of five American fighter jets parked on the ramp. Pretty whacked.Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1093969194900918672004-08-30T11:22:00.000-03:002004-09-01T22:38:44.013-03:00What happened was I didn't see the RCMP cruiser until the cop was knocking at the driver's side window of my parent's SUV that was parked facing the concrete side of the mall. What happened then was I was too fucking stoned to figure out that the car had to be started in order for the power windows to work.
I got the window down and asked the cop what was up. Then I saw the second cop behind himJonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1093817939347285182004-08-29T18:51:00.000-03:002004-09-01T22:41:00.066-03:00I spent the better part of yesterday listening to Porno for Pyros and peeling shrimp on the patio. It still feels like I'm heading back to Halifax soon and not so much like I'm going to Vancouver. All there is to do here is drink and smoke up, which isn't exactly far off from Halifax, but everything is so accessible and cheap. Damn.
And last night I got shitfaced again and went to karaoke at Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1093708975350802852004-08-28T12:47:00.000-03:002004-08-30T12:59:46.226-03:00I spent my last night in Halifax shooting gin directly from the bottle with Juliet and Jill on the roof of Winsby's shoe store on Spring Garden until I walked home and passed out on my front steps and woke up exactly one hour before my plane was to leave Halifax and I was hung over stupid, hardly packed, and broke.
They called the final boarding call for my flight and I was in the check-in Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1093527278551323272004-08-26T10:31:00.000-03:002004-08-26T11:07:42.963-03:00And I'm flying out of here at 7:20 tomorrow morning so that doesn't leave me much time to pack. The campus is already swarming with first-years who are walking around with their parents and maps of the campus with no idea where to go or how to get there and all I can think of is FUCK i'm so glad I'm not coming back here this fall. So I'll sit outside the library and chain smoke for the last few Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1093356576147975762004-08-24T11:02:00.000-03:002004-08-26T11:11:08.470-03:00For all you blind fucks:
I believe that what separates humanity from everything else in this world - spaghetti, binder paper, deep-sea creatures, edelweiss and Mount McKinley - is that humanity alone has the capacity at any given moment to commit all possible sins. Even those of us who try to live a good and true life remain as far away from grace as the Hillside Strangler or any demon who ever Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1093271024214992252004-08-23T11:23:00.000-03:002004-08-23T11:23:44.213-03:00Some days I wake up and think I have it all fucking figured out.
This is definitely not one of them.Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1093187766138251072004-08-22T12:10:00.000-03:002004-08-22T12:23:34.890-03:00If this weekend showed me anything at all, it was that my time in Halifax is definitely up.
I'm only now getting the smell of diesel trucks and the sound of sirens that became so familiar when I lived on Gerrish in those decrepid high-rises, and I used to walk home from Gottingen at 5 am on a Saturday by myself. I would never do that now.
Then after getting kicked out of my apartment during my Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1093028129291947592004-08-20T15:44:00.000-03:002004-08-20T15:55:29.290-03:00When I woke up this morning at 3:50 am to the sound of the earth's crust cracking open, in that first few seconds of consciousness I had a vivid flashback of the night of Hurricane Juan. Especially with the torrential downpour coming straight through my bedroom window and the cats freaking out.
Everyone has their hurricane stories, and I sure as hell have mine. That was the night I went from my Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1093011934245231012004-08-20T11:16:00.000-03:002004-08-20T11:25:34.246-03:00Every headline I've seen for the Olympics so far has some sort of negative air to it.
"New hopes; Shattered dreams." - not sure what this is about but it's on the front page of the herald this morning.
"What a way to lose a medal." - the rower who won gold, then it was found that he hit a gate and was deducted 2 seconds, giving him silver.
"Olympic dreams turn to heartbreak." - something about Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1092836837517156862004-08-18T10:14:00.000-03:002004-08-18T15:45:43.060-03:00Being down to the last ten days in Halifax is bringing with it some strange noise. So to straighten this out:
Jump to somewhere north of Whistler, September 6th. I'm about to head into the woods for 21 days straight, three of which I'll spend on solo in unfamiliar territory, bear country, and only my brain as a survival tool.
Three weeks away from any corporate contamination, any billboard Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1092666311168854362004-08-16T11:20:00.000-03:002004-08-16T11:25:11.166-03:00The fact that it's a grey, cool day outside is making this a lot easier.
So in the meantime, check this. Go to video, then "I Love Death".
Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1092622790091330222004-08-15T23:10:00.000-03:002004-08-15T23:37:51.336-03:00When Emma asked me what my plans were for tomorrow night, first I thought work, gym, buy some more gear at MEC, home, maybe Stage 9, probably not. Then I silently wondered why she'd singled me out from the other three and asked me specifically. Then I remembered it's my birthday tomorrow and apparently people usually have something planned in celebration of their birthdays. At least that's what IJonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1092577300703942892004-08-15T09:39:00.000-03:002004-08-15T10:41:40.703-03:00At 8 am, the construction started. Not only that, a guy I'm assuming was a construction worker that I'd never seen before came into my house and plugged a yellow electrical cord into the wall socket at the top of the stairs, leaving the door open and letting Tosh and Layla out.
This is not what our hero Jonny Rocket needs this morning. What he needs is coffee and a hot shower. What he needs is Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1092496454282858512004-08-14T11:31:00.000-03:002004-08-14T21:04:00.496-03:00"I'll be right back."
Who says that in a gay bar?
I remembered Morse Code being harder and more fun the last time I saw him. But what my night lacked in music, it made up for in randomness.
I can't even remember what I was drinking save for the shot provided by Mac Mommy who I met last night when my blog reared it's head in my real life while I was drunk and high no less. I wondered how I'd notJonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1092364445773550442004-08-12T23:23:00.000-03:002004-08-13T09:59:15.203-03:00What happened then was I went out for drinks with these three, Jill, Amy, and Juliet, whose beauty is matched only by their vulgarity. You know how every gay dude has a few girls who are pretty close to him? Yeah well these would be mine.
A while into the evening a guy approached our table to comment on their relative hotness. Dude was obviously trashed, but not slurry - just rambly. He Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1092323548800999602004-08-12T11:57:00.000-03:002004-08-12T12:29:34.496-03:00It started when I went to Rosie's to smoke with her before I went to see Danny Howells at Reflections. Then what happened was I spent a good amount of time sitting on a bench in Parade Square smoking a joint and watching carboncopies stumble up the steps toward the Dome while hearing that fucking Bloodhound Gang song about squirrells and nuts and Siskel and Ebert and something about wanting it Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1092248655647617962004-08-11T15:21:00.000-03:002004-08-13T09:57:03.220-03:00For all you blind fucks:
In the state of Indiana, a person convicted of armed robbery will serve about six years in prison; someone convicted of rape will serve about eight; and a convicted murderer can expect to spend twenty-five years behind bars. These figures are actually higher than the national avarage: eleven years and four months in prison is the typical punishment for an American foundJonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1092235468307875872004-08-11T11:26:00.000-03:002004-08-11T12:36:35.026-03:00Now that Tamara is back from Montreal, it feels like August might be the month of redemption for the relative dullness of the summer so far. I missed drinking coffee at 1 am and smoking ourselves stupid on the bleachers at the commons. Reminds me of last year when she and Rosie and I lived off of coffee and cigarettes and occasionally pizza and french fries from Freeman's for three or four days.
Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1092233292117501702004-08-11T10:59:00.000-03:002004-08-11T11:13:12.303-03:00
deepsexyfuturistictechfunkhouse.
sign me up.
Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1092144102305419262004-08-10T10:14:00.000-03:002004-08-10T11:55:49.536-03:00I woke up naked in my bed this morning only slightly hung over...surprising given that last night at a potluck at Juliet's, I drank a pint of vodka straight out of the bottle. How's that for class?
Too much food and lots of liquor later, Matt became consumed with building this tower out of beer and wine bottles, and I drunkenly rambled with John about how work isn't really "work" unless you workJonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091947634854123342004-08-08T03:41:00.000-03:002004-08-08T03:47:14.853-03:00And tonight was the final bus at Pacifico. I couldn't wait to get out of there. So many cocksucking assholes tonight, including a dude who kept lifting up his shirt and flexing his abs for a bunch of fat girls, and a girl who seriously bitchslapped another girl and an all-out catfight ensued. It was funny as hell to watch. Then I met one of the new bouncers, and this guy was pretty cute but he Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091801354149191912004-08-06T10:59:00.000-03:002004-08-06T12:28:20.313-03:00So now that that's over, I can focus on getting my shit together. Something I'm not that good at. Still have gear to buy, and I have to post my room for September since I totally forgot about it. Gotta find places for my stuff, and i have to figure out how I'm going to fit my life into a backpack so that I can travel for six months with everything I own on my back.
I saw an Axe cologne ad in a Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091742943837752452004-08-05T18:55:00.000-03:002004-08-05T19:13:34.556-03:00Course is a go. I win.
Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091728564309476372004-08-05T14:50:00.000-03:002004-08-05T14:57:08.393-03:00Still waiting...
I found this in my old LJ:
09:35 am May 20th, 2004
I walked to work this morning, beautiful, sunny, unseasonably warm, passing the yellow police tape, local television station's cameras, the reporters doing their animated commentary into the lenses, the media trucks with satellite dishes on the top, and radio news reporters talking into their microphones, the bystanders Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091719799125482312004-08-05T12:10:00.000-03:002004-08-05T14:59:38.223-03:00I'm sitting here waiting. I'll hear back any minute about my course, but I hate being in this limbo stage, or purgatory as Skylar calls it.
We hit the Attic last night, and aside from all the girls rubbing their pussies against each other and stumbling around with a cigarette in one hand and a pitcher of what looked like vodka/lime in the other, it wasn't too bad and made for some great people Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091652923854257302004-08-04T17:46:00.000-03:002004-08-08T23:49:15.083-03:00I sat down to post earlier this afternoon, and after writing some bullshit nonsense, I decided I really had nothing to post about so I deleted everything and logged out.
What happened then was I went to the mall to get more protein and some stuff for my hiking trip in BC.
Then what happened is I got back to my house and ran up the stairs to come face to face with Emma, Patrick's girlfriend and Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091558929742815142004-08-03T15:26:00.000-03:002004-08-03T16:01:23.370-03:00
If I move, this could die.
Eyes move, this could die.
I want you...
...to take me out. Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091551488804120052004-08-03T13:33:00.000-03:002004-08-03T13:44:48.803-03:00Tallships are over, and what a bust that was for the city. I'm sure it wasn't half as busy as they had expected. Not by the looks of the liqour we had left over, anyway.
One of the guys I worked with at the beer tent last night reminded me of a gay porn star. Not in the sense that he was huge and hairy, or that his name was Brad, Chase, or Hunter, but more in the sense that he was one of those Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091430252583424862004-08-02T03:52:00.000-03:002004-08-02T04:04:12.583-03:00When I heard of an oppotunity to bus the beer tent on the waterfront during tallships, I jumped at the chance, primarily because I wanted to work with my girls down there and maybe make some cash while I'm at it. Had nothing better to do on a Sunday night.
An experience it was. The other three guys I worked with were useless fucks, and they complained more than they worked. It was fun for the Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091382020354142112004-08-01T14:39:00.000-03:002004-08-01T14:40:20.353-03:00I have to stop spying on the neighbors.
Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091377260028482612004-08-01T13:09:00.000-03:002004-08-01T13:29:16.726-03:00Well that was a waste of time.
Maybe it was the tallships. Fucking tallships. They're not really that tall anyway. Work was dead so I made zero cash. I missed the two hottest days to go to the beach because I had to work. It was too hot to do anything yesterday and I ended up oversleeping and was almost late for work, and on Friday I dislocated my shoulder and had to pop it back in myself Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091195930525581932004-07-30T10:55:00.000-03:002004-07-30T11:05:51.950-03:00It's a bitch of a hot day out there, and my cold-blooded Newfie genes aren't dealing well with it. At least it's not humid, because, you know, it's not the heat; it's the humidity.
Cory called Wednesday night but I only got the message yesterday. He said that he has Sunday and Monday off from training so he wass going to come into Halifax to spend time with me. This bothers me for two reasons: Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091118110881405272004-07-29T13:20:00.000-03:002004-07-29T13:23:18.766-03:00Skylar's gonna kill me for posting this picture. But that's just too bad, because I think it's so great.Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091117974081983172004-07-29T13:08:00.000-03:002004-08-01T16:05:54.430-03:00The Marquee saddens me now as it used to be such a great mix of people, and now it's just....not. The bartender charged me $8.50 for a double gin & tonic and a single gin & seven for Rosie, so he was either buying Rosie a drink, or hitting on me. Either way, Rosie and I have such a storybook relationship...everything is about to guy protecting the girl, and I'm so protective over her.
She walkedJonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091034797360965162004-07-28T14:08:00.000-03:002004-07-28T14:14:08.590-03:00I remember the first time I saw you. I sat down across from you and lit a cigarette, knowing that you hated smoking.
Then I remember the last time I saw you. I put a hand on your chest and pushed you away as hard as I could. You're lucky I didn't break your legs.
Easy, Jonny.Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1091023610172479922004-07-28T10:51:00.000-03:002004-07-28T14:42:25.786-03:00The montony of my life is starting to get to me. Sure, i can't wait to get up at 8 am again so that i can eat the same breakfast, feed the cats, pack my gym bag, mix my protein shake in such a way so that it's just-add-water, search for my sunglasses and keys, and head out the door. what's even more exciting is then I get to cross the street and see the guy in the camera repair shop, then I walk Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1090845920533920012004-07-26T09:34:00.000-03:002004-07-26T09:45:20.533-03:00I love you so much, he said.
I love you too, I said.
And with that he was gone.
Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1090778482768807862004-07-25T14:47:00.000-03:002004-07-25T15:01:22.766-03:00Well this has been one of the better weekends in recent memory. I needed a good busy night at work, and last night was just that - good and busy. Nika and Erika (the two star bartenders - and two of the coolest girls I've met in Halifax) finished for their move to Ottawa and my bosses got pizza and opened the bar for the staff after we closed, which never happens so it was a good release for Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1090698208676537192004-07-24T16:42:00.000-03:002004-07-24T17:04:53.700-03:00I came out to one of the girls I work with last night and her reaction was confused at first, then she curled her lip, narrowed her eyes, scratched her head, and said "Are you joking around?". I laughed. She's the coolest, and I figured if I was going to tell anyone after a year of working there, it would be her. I told her I told her because I thought she'd be fun to check out guys with. Now I Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1090590978166821612004-07-23T10:46:00.000-03:002004-07-23T14:15:33.293-03:00Guys turn into animals at the gym. I thought about this yesterday evening when I was at Dalplex and saw this dude with a huge upper body trying to benchpress six 45-lb plates. One guy was spotting him, and he was trying to squeeze out the last rep when he let out a loud grunt and the dude spotting him was like "push push push push push! one more! one more!" and another dude watching the whole Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1090508693957374172004-07-22T11:50:00.000-03:002004-07-23T15:15:20.973-03:00I smoked a joint with Skylar on the waterfront last night where where I took this photo, and the first of the tallships were docked for the upcoming Tallship festival. So the tallships are coming....and? Nobody really gives a fuck about tallship any other time of the year, but all of a sudden, the craze spreads like wildfire and I'm reminded of accident reports in the newpaper where the first Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1090327771911499442004-07-20T09:41:00.000-03:002004-07-20T10:30:42.186-03:00And then last night Cory and i finally talked about our relationship. We went for a walk, and more or less, he talked for about an hour straight and I just listened. Then I talked a bit, but I'm sure what I said didn't make as much sense to him as it did to me. I'm too simple for my own good. I need everything to be simple, and the less complex it is, the better. But last night I felt like I had Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1090265653716840262004-07-19T16:25:00.000-03:002004-07-19T16:34:13.716-03:00The atypical nature of my relationship with Cory is coming back to bite me in the ass. It's totally from my end though; he's been completely honest with me from the very beginning, I just didn't realize I would be dealing with this the way I am....the way I'm dealing with it being totally and utterly confused by things I thought I was cool with at the beginning, but realizing now that if I'm Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1090093561873782892004-07-17T16:42:00.000-03:002004-07-17T16:47:43.356-03:00Be it known that today, being gay pride day, I am officially proud to be gay. Albeit, not as proud as some of the guys on the waterfront today, but it was enjoyable to be part watching everyone checking each other out and everyone showing off and strutting their stuff, so to speak. So, happy pride.
Also, be it known that Pacifico is the shittiest bar in Halifax.
And lastly, be it known Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1089982908591850682004-07-16T09:50:00.000-03:002004-07-16T10:01:48.590-03:00The music last night was pretty amazing, but there was something flat about it. There was actually something flat about the whole night. Musically, it felt a little like if you mix live ambient (and really fucking loud) techno with three guys wearing bear masks and some snappy trippy visuals, you'd be successful. At least in Halifax. I heard one guy remark to another about 5 minute after the showJonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1089930822460553552004-07-15T19:32:00.000-03:002004-07-15T19:33:42.460-03:00He was a bodybuilder, if what that means is you drink your meal replacement shakes right out of the blender six times a day over the kitchen sink.
- Chuck Palahniuk "Invisible Monsters", pp.234
Yeah. Pretty much.
Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1089913127590250152004-07-15T14:26:00.000-03:002004-08-11T12:21:21.733-03:00I just booked my ticket to Vancouver. The only problem is my overnight in Winnipeg. Of all places.
I'm more tired and frustrated than usual today. And I just realized I'm not in the headspace to write anything here right now. But whatever. I went to an aikido class last night because I want to study a martial art, and taekwon-do just didn't do it for me. Partially because I'm not much for head Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1089810955768100012004-07-14T09:51:00.000-03:002004-08-11T11:54:48.653-03:00The thick, dark liquid that's sitting in the white styrofoam cup next to me is oddly enticing this morning. I'm not much of a coffee drinker (meaning I don't need one to get my day going) but when I start I can't stop. And since it's become almost fashionable to come to an early class with a cup of coffee, it makes me even more sick that I'm falling into it. But I'm over it already. I like the Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1089727635994293972004-07-13T10:42:00.000-03:002004-07-13T11:07:15.993-03:00Everyone around me is freaking out because of course availability. It's that time of year again - when everyone registers for classes and this is the first year that I don't have to deal with it and all I can think is how glad I am to not be returning to school in the fall.
While chatting with Skylar and Pete last night about how the "punk" style was hijacked by the gay community (mohawks, Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1089642938010483382004-07-12T11:29:00.000-03:002004-07-12T11:35:38.010-03:00Work this weekend can be quickly summed up by a girl who was having her bachelorette party there slipping me the toungue when she asked if she could kiss me, and a girl named Katie who remembered me from first year and I had no idea who she was but pretended I did.Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1089499191942912992004-07-10T19:16:00.000-03:002004-07-13T11:11:59.066-03:00Since the bar that I work at quickly went from being a Halifax hotspot to no-man's land, I got off work early last night, had a couple drinks there, rolled a joint in the bathroom, and smoked it on the way to Reflections to see Deko-Ze...a DJ from Toronto that I'd seen about 4 years ago when I first moved here. Well that was probably one of the best ideas I'd had in a while. I went alone as usualJonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1089302189527203332004-07-08T12:54:00.000-03:002004-07-08T12:56:29.526-03:00"Hey It's Jonny. I'd love to take your call right now but I'm busy pumping myself full of creatine and lifting ridiculously heavy weights in an effort to gain self-validation. If you leave a message, I'll be happy to return your call once I've finished my post-workout protein shake."
At least I have a sense of humor about this shit. Argh.Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1089298828324090652004-07-08T11:51:00.000-03:002004-07-08T12:10:58.620-03:00Fahrenheit 9/11 really is something else. I only have one criticism, and it's not about the movie itself: If all of this is true (which it supposedly is) then why the fuck hasn't Bush been impeached yet? So they were going to impeach Clinton for getting a blowjob from an intern, but they're not going to impeach Bush for being the biggest threat to America in recent history? All apologies, but if Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1089209448776032132004-07-07T10:56:00.000-03:002004-07-09T11:30:43.653-03:00And Mary-Kate Olsen has an eating disorder.
Not to knock the seriousness of eating disorders, but ever since that's been made public, cute little Michelle from Full House has most recently become everyone's favorite charity case. A few days after the twins turn 18, one of them checks themselves in for treatment, while the other sister becomes her spokesperson. The girls went from being born, to Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1089127119831582792004-07-06T11:56:00.001-03:002004-07-06T12:18:39.830-03:00One of the beauties of having a summer research grant is that you don't have to go to work. Well, maybe it's not quite that simple, but it sure as hell doesn't feel like work when you've spent four years earning a degree and then you go straight into working in a lab. My day pretty much consists of going in to do roughly two hours of work, and then going to the library (which is where I am now) Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1089040259604913902004-07-05T11:53:00.001-03:002004-07-05T12:23:21.610-03:00"Please do not feed the boys."
After getting accidentally drunk at work on Saturday night, I stumbled home around 4am tired and horny. So I log on to the ol' internet to try and find something to satisfy my needs. After a bit, I stumble upon StrengthNet.com, a "fitness" site (that's what it's billed as, anyway) that features 25 or so models. Being in the state I was, my curiosity was piqued...Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1088956191629435432004-07-04T12:39:00.000-03:002004-07-04T12:55:48.920-03:00Warning: The busboy is judging you.
I went to work last night where I saw the same two people - one male, one female - carbon copied five hundred times, dressed in the same clothes that were picked from a revolving rack, and consume the disinhibition tonic that allows them "be themselves". I've been doing this for a year and sometimes I wonder how I ended up in a place like this, and then i Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1088886477007092202004-07-03T17:19:00.000-03:002004-07-03T17:27:57.006-03:00I broke my computer. Well...the sound, anyway.
So I call Dell and inquire if i can get it fixed under warranty since I just bought this laptop a few months ago, it should still be covered right? So i explain what happened...I had a line out plug in the headphone jack so I could hear the sound on my stereo, and it was stuck inside. When I pulled it out, something snapped and now I'm left with no Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5955243.post-1088885164766979832004-07-03T17:05:00.000-03:002004-07-03T17:06:04.766-03:00You did very well
well thanks. ive been practicing.Jonny Rockethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14585016546193694159noreply@blogger.com0