fantastic

If I were a character in High Fidelity this morning, I probably would have made a top five all time hangovers list, and this one would have made it easily. Without a question. I can’t remember the last time I felt so bad after having so much fun. Definitely worth it though. The fundraiser seemed like a major success, everyone was having fun, I got to see all kinds of new and old friends. Not a complaint in the world.

I was a wreck this morning though, and I wanted nothing more than to lie in bed with a nice soft blanket and a bottle of aspirin. My friends thought otherwise and we went and saw an afternoon showing of The Fantastic Mr. Fox.

The movie was a good idea, the large popcorn however, was not.

inspiration

Since the return from Mexico my inspiration has been suffering. My photo a day campaign as stalled significantly, as is probably shown by my persistent posting of photos from Mexico on my other blog. I haven’t written a word in a notebook, or opened illustrator to play with colours. It kind of feels like I’m just walking around in a groggy haze. Even this blog is in trouble I think. I haven’t really been able to think of anything solid to write about since I’ve been back, and my insanely clever post from yesterday didn’t come across as incredibly clever, it was mostly just unappreciated and ruffled some feathers (sorry). Which kind of sucked, because it made me realise exactly how limited I am when it comes to this blog if I keep taking into account the people who read it. Maybe I just need to disregard the feelings anyone may have and post whatever I want like I did when I started it, and no one even knew it existed. After all, I did originally create this to air out my mind a bit.

But, for the meantime, I think I just need to suck up any feelings I have about being back in this town and get down. New daily photos, more serious writing, play around with colours to no end, catch up with Scrubs, and the various other shows I watch. Find things to make this blog actually fun to write.

Or read. I guess.

Alright, you caught me, the bit about Scrubs I was going to keep doing no matter what.

neverland

Well,

I’m rubber and you’re glue.

things i like

I’ve been reading this book about a man who decides to read the entire Encyclopaedia Britannica to become the smartest man in the world. And yeah, it’s a pretty good read, the guy who wrote it really knows how to make his constant neuroses funny and endearing instead of annoying and pathetic, which is something I myself strive to do. Almost constantly. But, when I was reading some Kurt Vonnegut quotes, which is something I like to do because I like being both amazed by his cleverness and a little disappointed he came up with them first at the same time, I found this quote from his book Cat’s Cradle.

“Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before… He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.” Kurt Vonnegut

The thing I enjoy the most out of this though, is the fact that two things I really like a lot contradict the hell out of each other. Maybe it’s the giant hypocrite inside of me who hates when people do the exact same things I do (although I’ll never admit that I do them), or maybe I’m still hung up on the paradox theme lingering on from this magazine project that is sadly coming to a close shortly.

Either way, I’ve always got a kick out of these small glitches in my liking scheme.

What does that say about me I wonder?

the things we do

Home and Native Land

So I’m kind of home now. In Edmonton at least, and I’m catching an ungodly early bus tomorrow morning to take me to Calgary, so I can show up to a couple classes and have no idea what the hell is going on. This morning in Mexico was pretty anti-climatic, but the night before was perfect.

I don’t want to be home yet, but I need some sleep. Beautiful sleep.

I didn’t get a lot of that in Mexico.

Mexico is winding down

This is my last full day in Mexico, and I want to make it worth while, but at the same time I wan to take it easy and relax a bunch. Maybe I should compromise by reading a book by the pool in the day, and find something fun to do at night. Not to fun though, I have to fly almost home tomorrow afternoon. I am looking forward to seeing all my friends back home though, and telling them how much fun I had while they were not here. Suckers.

Mexico and I don’t want to leave

Yesterday my sister got married. It was my job to photograph the thing, and if I don’t say so myself, I did a fantastic job. She is lucky to have a brother as talented as me.

Oh, and happy wedding Colleen and JR, it was beautiful!

But, aside from the busy day we all had yesterday, I am having a blast, even if I did lose my shoes and five dollars to the ocean last night. Even if house keeping probably wants to murder everyone in the building. Even if my liver may quit at any time now. I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s been great meeting new people, and reconnecting with people from my past (Leah said if I don’t mention her and our platonic love, bad things would happen) and now I have to jet home in a few days.

It just doesn’t seem fair. Booo.

Mexico: wedding day

It’s the wedding in about 2 hours. I’ve been awake all morning taking the infamous “getting hair done” pictures. In an hour I will be doing the “getting ready” pictures, followed finally by the “getting wed” pictures, and then the “getting drunk and dancing” pictures.

So, I gotta run and have a couple drinks, but here is a picture of an ostrich!

Mexico: Day I can’t remember

I need to take it easy tonight. Sit by the pool and do some school work probably. Only have a few drinks. Take it easy.

Yesterday I had a 4 hour quad trip, and I broke 2 quads. 2! I’m very please with myself. I was going for three, but they decided not to give me a third. Probably a good idea. They asked us to recommend them at the hotel, I told them that I would, but I would also recommend that they do not take me with them. I’m destructive! After that, there was something called a “booze cruise.” It’s basically a dance party, on a boat. I didn’t break the boat, and I didn’t fall off the boat, those were my two major concerns. At least, I don’t think I fell off or broke it. I do remember that later in the night, back at the resort, I went swimming in the pool at 2am, fully clothed.

Need to take it easy today. Get a bunch of school work out of the way.