Tuesday!

So, this weekend was fantastic. Had lots of fun, met some people, drank some (lots of) rum, slept on a floor...good times. I also looked, for the first time at my right ankle, which I figure I sprained last Saturday. It looks not-so-good. Really swolen and all that, and hurts like a bitch. Got a bit of sympathy from a girl, until this guy showed up who had both his legs broken when they got run over by a car. Bastard. I was told i should see a doctor, but the thing is, I don't beleive in doctors. Seriously; I feel that doctors are made up, like Santa Clause, or the Irish.

Getting onto today! Started my first day working at the Documentary channel. Went pretty well. Spent about a total of 2 hours trying to figure out how to get the printer to print onto envelopes. In the end, I got it to work by perversely poking the envelope in and out of the paper-feeder until the thing started up. When I got home, I curled up in the fetal position and cried for 3 hours in the shower. I feel so dirty.

I also got my first taste of power in the broadcast industry:

Let it be known that because of me, a TV show about 8 strippers who travel across the US on a bus together, making stop-overs to perform at strip clubs or spank eachother/ run on the beach will not be on Canadian TV! That's right...I watched the 22 minute show, then went off for about 5 minutes about all the things that were wrong with it, and now get to write a letter of denial to the clowns who sent the tape, and then throw the tape in the garbage. Unless I choose to keep it, which I have it in my power to do. That's right.

Do I feel bad? Why should I? I've seen the show!

Got a bunch of movies to watch from the place as well. That'll be fun. I also found a bunch of tapes of interviews with Bruce Campbell and Eli Roth over at the SCREAM section. Gonna look into watching those...

On the way home today, I sat beside a woman who, unluess my nose decieves me (not bloody likely!) uses Vicks vap-o-rub as deoderant. My eyes teared up whenever a woft hit me. Interesting stuff.

Can't think of anything else to say. I was all wanting to write something on the way home, but now that I'm here, I seem to have run out of "things". I could mention some relationship-esque stuff, but there are 4.5 million other blogs out there doing just that, so I will not stoop to that level. If I did that, Fred Durst would win.

Oh, I've made a jar that I keep in my room labelled "Nacho Money" that I put spare change into. There's a reason behind that, and it has nothing to do with nachos, but everything to do with COMEDY! Not gonna explain, though.

Also, one last thing...I came up with a theory this weekend. On Friday night, I drank much Rum & Coke, and had an AMAZING night. On Saturday, though, I drank a bunch of beer, and ended up becoming depressed and mopy. Here's the theory...Rum and Coke combines the depressant properties of Alchohol, with the pick-me-up properties of caffene and sugar. Beer, on the other hand, is JUST alchohol, which I beleive explains the fact that I usually get pensive and quiet when beering it up, whereas I get funny and violent when drinking other things! A great man once said "I'm no expert, but that's just how science works."

I've got nothing else.

Dyko