hooligana

so the list of 2005 ecma recipients is up. they did a really nice write up on my dad. i was talking to him the other day, and they had offered to fly him up from florida to cape breton to accept the award, but i found out that my dad doesn't like flying. i never knew that before. i said to him that i'd fly over if they paid for it, but that probably won't happen. i even had an idea for a speech all ready. about how when i was a teenager my dad and i had reverse roles. he was the one with the band practicing in the basement, and i was the one banging on the floor at 10pm when i was trying to get to sleep.

our neighbour, "shan", was having a party last night, and i think every super bowl idiot must have been in attendance. we had to move the bed into the back room to get to sleep. argh! it's so boring bitching about her all the time. i've composed a letter to remind her one more time to be quiet. after this, it's landlord time.


the dreaded v-day...
the candies are coming. run!

current mood: goofy, probably for watching napoleon dynamite last night.
current music: cowboy junkies, my own mix -- a couple of years ago, my office at the campus library was broken into and someone stole a laptop i was borrowing from a friend, my gym clothes (?!) and my walkman. the thing that pissed me off most, was that they didn't take the tape out of the walkman. i worked long and hard to compile the perfect cowboy junkies mix and some arsehole stole it. sigh. anyway, i hung onto that tape cover, and after much ado, i finally recompiled it. robbers and/or hooligans be damned. you can't keep a good mix down.