I lost my god damn mind

I get burned every year. Every year i think, you know what? it's just another day and that's it. If I kept it at that i'd be ok. But every year people around me like to get me all worked up. "Come on! It's your birthday!! You only get one a year! We have to celebrate!!" So I start to get all excited and work up my expectations for that one day, and it never fails, i get burned...or rather i burn myself because i have no one to blame but me. This year was no exception. Don't get me wrong, i totally appreciate the time, for the people who did show up,that they took to spend with me, and it wasn't all bad, just mostly terrible.


First off, my own father didn't even call to wish me a happy birthday. So things started out pretty shitty.

The evening started out rather well. Dave and his friends came over and we chilled for a few hours, waiting for Gen to get home from class. We went over to her place chilled for a bit and, yes, I took some mush again. After a bit, just as the trip was starting, someone suggested we take a walk and go to the park. We get to the park and then the desicion was made to climb the "garbage hill", the one they use as a sledding hill in the winter, right behind Loblaws. Well, Annie did not enjoy this at all. All i kept saying was "ok, we gotta go, i don't like this at all". Meanwhile, as i'm starting to freak out a bit, i get a call from Many, telling me he won't show up...or i called him i'm not to sure. Again, Annie fucked up, on a hill of garbage and now not happy at all. It's around that time that the Chocolat Wonder text messaged me. Being pretty messed up and not being able to concentrate on anything for any period of time really, i didn't read the entire thing only the first two lines "change of plans, my bestfriend's brother..." So by now i'm pretty pissed and messed up so i text back something like "you punk ass bitch! it's my birthday i'm on mush and you can't be bothered to come see me?! FUCK!" To which i did not get a response, but really i don't think i was waiting for one.

We watched this dude skate around the park, Dave's friends played cards, and by midnight the party was officially over. I mean really over. I mean Gen and I were sitting on her porch, all messed up, and saying to ourselves "what the hell just happened? how is it that we're here alone and the party is over??" I was pretty bummed out at this point, but i didn't become clinicaly depressed until i checked my cell for any new messages and finally took the time to read the Chocolate Wonder's full message, which went something like this "change of plans, my bestfriend's brother GOT SHOT and we're going to his mom's place" And so at this point i realized that i'd called my bestfriend a punk ass bitch for not coming to my stupid party. And it's at this point that i started to cry uncontrolably. I knew he'd forgive me and that of course he'd know i was fucked up and didn't mean anything by it, but man the mush was tripping right the fuck out. I was sitting there saying to myself, out loud mind you, "it's ok, it's ok calm dowm" as i'm crying. So Gen's sitting accross from me laughing her ass off... and who could blame her?! i mean jesus!

So that was my 27th birthday. 364 days is not far enough away for the 28th.

You know what? I'm annoyed. I know I don't have that many friends, and most of them won't be around for my birthday, but the fact that you think that i'd actually drop everything i do have planned to go have "meet my new girlfriend day" out in the fucking woods somewhere, you sir are out of your goddamn mind.

Best Gift EVER.

People are gonna think i'm crazy, but i don't care. Don't get me wrong, I have received in the past some great gifts, but the one i received yesterday was just plain awesome. I know this guy Alain from the comic book shop. He hangs out there but never buys anything from there, just kinda chills out and drinks their coffee. If i'm the Queen geek than he's most probably the king. I'm talking buying OC trading cards-geek here. Yesterday, i walked in and let everyone know once again that friday's my birthday and that everyone should come to the store to play VS. with me since it's my day, and Alain wanted to give me my birthday present early. Since he buys all the trading cards for anything and everything, he's already picked up 3 boxes of the Superman Returns cards. I've put aside a box myself since each box promises an autograph card and a movie memorobilia card, but i'm not buying it until AFTER i see the movie. But just in case i get a crappy box with not much in it, Alain gave me one of his doubles. He gave me a piece of Superman's cape. BEST GIFT EVER. No contest.

Happy Summer y'all!

I met him the first time at recess i think... might have been before that but i don't remember. He was my first crush ever, not counting the kid that used to go to the same babysitter as me, but he doesn't count, i was 4 and i don't remember his name. He was so cool, well, cool to an 8 year old anyway. Jean-Philipe Codere. Amidst all of the '80s fashion faux-pas, i'm talking Vuarnet/Beneton/neon crap extravaganzas, he was the first kid i'd ever seen wear a leather jacket. And i fell for him hard. He lived on my street (Jaques-Lemaistre), up until i went to high school and was my one and only crush up until that time (the infatuation then moved on to Jean-Anthony, one of my best-friend's cousin, and i was obsessed with him until about grade 10). It's weird the stuff you remember in life. I can't recall my first bestfriend's birthday, or any other birthdays of crushes, but i'll always remember Jean-Philipe, Happy Birthday dude! Wherever you might be, know that Annie thinks about you every year on the first day of summer, and hopes that you have a great day.

Ghost Rider

Thank the Gods that Nic Cage finally got some sense knocked into him and gave up on the Superman thing and went to the Ghost Rider thing. It looks awesome.

I've got a great new window seat here at work. They make us move every few months or so, i guess to make us feel like there's change when actually there isn't. It's the same old shit but with a different view is all. But it's not so bad this time around. Since I have some senority i get a window seat and this time we're on the side of the building that has a view of the street and not the parking lot. Plus i'm farther (further whatever) away from my boss's cubicle and that's always a good thing. I've got my Superman Returns poster up and it almost feels like home, sort of. Oh yeah, and now i've got one of the brand spankin' new computers, the nice black model with matching keyboard and mouse. It's all fast and i can watch clips from it and i can upload pick to blogger, it's all good really. Plus today is BBQ day in the parking lot. Once a year they put up a tent in the parking lot and have a little event back there. Hot dogs, hamburgers, door prizes, cotton candy, stuff like that. I actually look forward to BBQ day, how lame is that?

Ooooo Burn.

Standing outside the Comic shop smoking a doob with Chubby Chaser and Marc (new friend from the store)

Me: I won tickets to the Superman premiere!!

Marc: yeah i know.

Me: ... how the hell did you find out?

Marc: Are you kidding? Geek-legend has it you stayed up 46 hours to win those tickets.

Me: ah shit. Burn.

Who won the tickets? I WON THE TICKETS!! OH YEAH!!!!

That's right fellow bloggers. I harrased mix 96 until Marc Bergman finally caved yesterday. Did you listen to the 5 o'clock i'm outta here rant? That was me in all my glory. I called all week, morning, noon and night, asking if they had tickets to give away, i kept missing all the contest and it was driving me crazy. So yesterday i called around 4h30ish, and Mr Bergman recognized my voice from previous calls, and he took pity on me. Finally being pitiful pays off! So i'm going to the pre-premiere on Monday the 26th. I had booked the week of the 26th off like a year and a half ago, hoping that the movie opening date wouldn't get pushed back, but it wasn't pushed back it was moved foreward, right in the middle of my vacation. And now? well, i couldn't get much happier, going to see the movie on Monday, means i chose me vacation perfectly. I'm awesome, if i do say so myself.

While sitting around looking at our comics...


Chubby Chaser: Check it out "ain't nothing but the real thing", it's my favorite issue, i've got it twice.

me: Not bad.... i've got a Spiderman#1 reprint...

CC: Did i ever show you the GhostRider pop-up i have?

me: yep, a few times.

CC: How about this GhostRider special glow in the dark edition?

me: nope i haven't seen this yet...

CC: check it out, the cover is still all bumpy.

me: looks like scratch and sniff to me.... smell the vengence.

I can make it! I can make it! ah shit, no i can't.

I'm driving down St-Patrick yesterday, on my way to Chubby Chaser's place, I'm on empty and I know i've got to stop and get gas like pronto. So i'm thinking Ok i'll just turn up dollard or something like that, when I hear on the radio (mix 96) that they're giving away tickets to the Superman Returns premiere (june26th). So i start calling. Call once, busy. Call twice, busy. Three times, and it's ringing. So by now i've completely forgotten that the gas situation is critical. Marc Bergman finally picks up, only to tell me he has his winner for the day, but i should try again tomorrow. About a minute and a half later, the car runs out of gas at the corner of St-Patrick and Leger. So i call my roadside assistance service that i have on my cell phone, and they inform me that i've already redeemed my 5 services, another will be available in July, no fucking luck. So i start pushing. Yep, pushed for a good 4 blocks. 1 car slowed down and asked if i was ok. About 5 minutes after the first car, the K9 car that drives around LaSalle, stopped. This man was on a mission. "Get in, put it in neutral, we're gonna push it onto this little hill here. HERE WE GO!" And we did. He then offered to give me a lift, which i declined. I'm sorry, but nice man or no, i'm not getting into a car with a stranger who's got two huge german shepherds with him. Not gonna happen. So he gets out of his car and let's his dogs out and he's not watching me but i figure ok, gotta figure something out before this guy offers me a lift again. So i start walking....called Chubby Chaser, not home yet. Called my dad, at work. So i figure i have a Government check on me, all i have to do is get to the caisse populaire, cash it and get gas. I call a cab. Once at the ATM i tell the cabie to wait and I run in. The ATM informs me that i've reached my transit, which means if i deposit anything it will be held for 5 business days, meanwhile the cabie is still waiting for me, and the clock is ticking. Fuck Fucking Fuck. Shit. So i get back in the cab, and CC calls, i explain the situation and he suggest i give the check to the cabie. THIS AIN'T ADVENTURES IN BABYSITTING MOTHERFUCKER! I replied. So he tells me to go over to his parents place and they'd help me out, which they did. Picked up some gas and drove me back to my car, which was still on the little hill. Goddamn it i can't wait to move to town and not have to worry about the shit mobile anymore. But mark my words, those Superman tickets will be mine, oh yes, they will be mine.

just trying something new with ImageShack people.

Superman 2 days earlier then expected.

The Gods love me. They must, because the powers that be have moved the Superman Returns release date up 2 days, and that's just groovy. Falls right smack dab in the middle of my vacation and that suits me just fine. I tell you what though, i can't wait to move. I really can't stand living there anymore. It's killing inside. Slowly, and with a butter knife. It's weird because before yesterday, it didn't seem real to me. But yesterday Chubby Chaser and I wanted to watch a movie and we decided to open my movie boxes that i've already moved to his place. Having all my movies with me there was fucking weird. Weird, but oh so good. I'm trying to keep my cool though. I know me, if i let all this get the better of me i'm going to end up sick and i don't want that to happen. It's hard though... It's like Christmas eve but every damn day. It's even harder because when i go to CC's place i get to sit there and stare at the ceiling and think "get the hell outta my place lady!!", i have no patience and this is killing me.

Last night my dad called me around 11h15, which is kinda weird because i was sitting in the basement all evening. Which means he waited to leave for work (night shift) to be able to call me when the step-mom wouldn't be around. My dad does stuff like this from time to time, but yesterday was different, it's like it sunk in yesterday that i'm moving. At first i thought he'd called to remind me to pay june's rent, and when i said "i haven't forgotten about the rent..." he kinda cut me off and said "no no i wasn't calling about that... i just haven't seen you in a while" That kinda made me feel sad. He's gonna be all alone with those two women with no one left for him to vent too. We talked for about 20 minutes, which for my dad is quite a lot. About the xmen movie, about my move, and about the fact that yesterday he signed the papers for his retirement in august. He sounded fairly happy, but i still asked if this at all felt weird to him. And you know what i wasn't surprised to hear that he is a little weirded out by all this. Who wouldn't be after 30+ years in one place. That shit just doesn't happen anymore. I told him he'd better come visit me since he's gonna have all this time on his hands and he sounded happy when i asked that.

Jesus man, only another 25 years to go for until my retirement.

06/06/06, it's the end of the world, pass the courvoisier

Whenever events like this, and i'm not even sure how to classify or describe it really, what is it? A temporal event? Anyway, whenever events like this one occurs it's just funny to listen to people freak out. This morning that's all people have been talking about, here at work, on the radio, it's just ridiculous. So what it's 06/06/06. Do you really think the devil, if there is one, gives a shit about the Omen? nope, i don't think he does. But you know, on a certain level, it still is kinda cool, i mean this won't happen for another 100 years and we're around to witness it. Ok, so it's not much to witness but it still is kinda cool.

The air is a little thinner on the 32nd floor.

Maman, i don't suggest you read this post.

I'm not proud of myself when i do stupid things. It might seem so since i post my misadventures here, but it's not to boast, it's more like i'm trying to show how lucky I am that nothing bad has ever happened to me, so far. Of course i'm not saying i didn't have any fun, because i totally did, i had myself a blast in fact. Hind sight is 20/20, so it probably wasn't my best idea so far... a close second to the time John rode all the way to St-Leonard in the trunk of my car, and Matt all the way back.

Spent Friday night at Jay's, more Battlestar Galactica, season 2. Saturday around 1ish, i drove home to shower and change for Jimmy's birthday party (trip #1 accross the Mercier bridge) .Thirty minutes later, on the road to Gen's house (trip #2 accross the Mercier bridge). Got there and got my ass handed to me playing chess with Gen. We left around 4ish, and had to head over to the Jacques-Cartier Bridge (which i'd never driven across myself) and of course got lost ended up downtown and had to turn back and start from point A, back at De la Verendrye. Crossed the Jacques-Cartied and headed into the great unknown : Longueil (trip #3 accross the Jacques-Cartier bridge).

The party was really good. Jimmy's family are really warm and open people and although I'd just met all of them, they made me feel like family. His sister felt like a doting aunt, his brother felt like that uncle who smacks everyone on the ass, and so on. Jimmy had prepared the most beautiful plates of sushi ever and I was, and still am, astounded by his culinary talents. Seriously, it was awesome. I ate fish eggs. That's how beautiful everything was. How could it taste gross when it looks like that?

We chilled, we ate, we drank, we smoked. It was a great evening. Around 2am, we (about 10 people from the "younger" crowd) were sitting in the back yard, passing the doobie, when out of the corner of my eye I see Jimmy's nephew, Dave, double over and put his face on the table. Now all evening this guy had had a few drinks but he wouldn't smoke with us, so this development surprised the hell outta me. I'd never seen anyone do coke casually, but i figured, everyone's got a vice, this must be his. Not great, but whatever, he's still kinda cute and he has a brand new convertible Sebring with heated leather seats. Plus his friend Jonathan is even hotter.

Around what must have been 3am, Dave invited us back to his place for a few drinks, it was only a few blocks away, and thank god because the ride there is kind of a blur. So we get there, he pulls out a few bottles of red wine from his special wine fridge, and that's when i notice that everything in this house is brand-spankin' new. Everything. But even then it doesn't dawn on me yet. So we're chillin' and i say to Dave "so Dave....you mentionned mush...you just fucking with me or what?" And he runs into another room and brings back out the biggest bag of mush i have ever seen (we took a picture, but there are so much drugs even i'm a little weary about posting it) And he dumps it all in front of me. I looked at Gen and we kinda nodded to each other as if to say "looks like we're gonna be here for a bit". I was pleasantly surprised because i didn't gag or anything... but then again i guess that's what happens when you get sit there and chose what mushroom you want to eat (no caps please).

A little later on, once the shit started kicking in, that's when i started putting shit together. Jonathan, who i'd went to wake up twice in the evening, turns to me and says "it's starting now" "what is? you didn't take anything tonight?" "yeah i took some speed" "when the hell was this ? i just woke you up!" "right before the nap" Dave:"where did you get speed?" "i stole it from you". For anyone keeping count : Wine, hard alcohol, a lot of weed, mush and speed.
Around 4h30am, Dave pulls out the Extacy ( a baggie full of that shit )and tries to convince his uncle to take some with him, right before taking it himself. So...wine, booze, weed, mush, speed and now E. "ah" i thought to myself, "this mother-fucker is dealing drugs like it's going out of style" but at this point i'm trippin' pretty hard. The mush was very physical, everything kinda tingly and weird. I was so messed up that at one point i asked Jimmy where his new bong was, he said it was in the car. After about 3 minutes i asked "well...what floor are we on?" Well everyone got a good laugh including myself because apparently we were on the ground floor. At this point everyone was like "Annie is so high right now she's on the 32nd floor" indeed i was. Around 5am i guess Dave's E really kicked in because he went in another room that was full of mixing boards and started to mix a country version (complete with banjos) of Metallica's Unforgiven. While playing the bongos. Yeah, that guy was high, he was on the 55th floor if i was on the 32nd, that for damn sure.

So at 7h10am I look at Gen, then Jimmy and say "man, what the fuck are we doing in Longueil on mush? fuckwe gotta get outta here and we gotta do it now, before 8am." And so we got the hell outta there. I tried to follow Jimmy , but he was doing at least 140 and i was not going over the limit that was for sure. And then the worst thing possible happened. Jimmy had led us to the Victoria bridge. The Victoria Bridge is awful. It's like a train bridge/car bridge but it's gratting all the way across so even sober that shit is not cool. On mush, well i thought i was going to die. (trip #4 accross the Victoria Bridge)

Once in town Gen and I went to eat breakfast at Lucky's on monk. It felt like we hadn't eaten in days and we sat for a good hour not talking and just eating.

Went to Gen's and passed out until 5h30pm (thank you to Olivier for turning out the tv and lights for us), woke up and watched tv until 9 and dragged my ass home (trip #5 across the mercier bridge)

My birthday is gonna be so fucking awesome, gotta call Dave and set this shit up pronto.

the bet

Chubby Chaser and I have decided to wager a little cash. Mix things up a bit. The bet? Sure it's yet another level of geekdom, but fuck it, gotta make your on fun in life, am i wrong? I don't think i am. So here's what we're betting on : By the time Battlestar Galactica ends (we are currently waiting for season 3 to begin), if they actually reach Earth, how many people will have made it there?

CC is betting on 15000.
I'm betting 5000.
They are currently somewhere around 46000.
100$, closest to the actual amount takes all.

Never before seen geek levels.

They thought it couldn't be done. We proved them wrong. In the absence of Smallville during the summer months, i pretty much thought TV would take a backseat for those unfortunate months. I have, however, discovered a new passion that has, in the last 2-3 months, become so intense that at this point, is rival to Smallville. Battlestar Galactica is now an obsession of mine. Chubby Chaser bought season 1 about a month ago and, since i've had the chance to catch up and watch the episodes i'd missed, i'm even more into it then before. We just caught the season finale of season 2 this past weekend and have watched it 3 times already. I cannot get enough of Baltar and his cooky Cylon chick. Love it. Season 2 ended and oh man i CANNOT WAIT to see season 3!! They've skipped ahead one year and Starbuck got MARRIED!!! and i think so did Apollo...but who cares cuz the dude she married seems to be dying of pneumonia. SWEET!!! Come Apollo she's gonna need to cry on someone's shoulder... it better be yours. yes i know, i'm pathetic, sue me.