i wanna go to new york city...

here's my last 10 days or so...

thrs. oct. 20
go the the doctor's for a physical. i haven't seen a doctor in years. i pee in a cup, i get naked, he grabs my nuts and i cough. he says my blood pressure is spot on. my doctor is hilarious, he's from india or something, and when i was a little kid i thought his accent was funny and he'd call me "big chief" or something. band practice. got hammered. went to the barking frog, moka only and the quartertones again. some kind of promo show. a basketcase full of heinekens and jack daniels.

fri. oct. 21
get up and go to montreal with jamie and nevada. there are only two seats in the cargo we rented, so one of us has to sit in a lawn chair in the back. yes. finally going to get all my stuff i left there six months ago when i moved to london with a backpack of clothes and five bucks. we get in late. go to sahra's house, have a few beers, then hit up the biftek. hmm, hmm, beer.

sat. oct. 22
montreal. yes. breakfast. moving, packing the van... so nice to have my records back, cds, books, bed, desk. mike seems like he's doing well. owain's moved out or something. word. trying to figure out with mike how to get all my video footage off his computer and onto my laptop, but we're idiots and can't do it. meet up with emma from mudscout, talk about my book, get hammered. we all end up at korova, then back at mike's, we sit around all night and listen to the demics' "new york city" about eight thousand times.

sun. oct. 23
we get up, and head back to london. i'm sad. being back in montreal, walking the same streets, packing up my stuff, seeing sahra, i didn't realize how much this trip would affect me. i'm crying as we pull onto the highway. it's like the city of montreal and i broke up six months ago, and i finally went back to get my shit from her apartment. back at home. broke. no money left. sleep.

mon. oct. 24
uh, i don't know, i probably worked.

tue. oct. 25
same as above.

wed. oct. 26
there was a bunch of stuff that happened last week that i wanted to tell you all about, but i can't remember any of it.

thr. oct. 27
27 is one of my favorite numbers. probably band practice. probably drunk. not sure. oh, i think i had lunch with my mom. we talked about some cool stuff. her chemo started the week before. jesus.

fri. oct. 28
i don't know. i think i took it easy or something.

sat. oct. 29
got up and filmed some scenes for this indie movie happening in london. it was a lot of fun, except for freezing my ass off laying on the near-frozen ground in a soccer field with a mouth full of fake blood. oh, no, wait, that was yesterday. sat. i went to toronto, had a couple of meetings for parts in some indie films. long story, but uh, holy crap what a weird day.
woke up after like 3 hours of sleep, just bonkered. call a cab so i don't miss my greyhound, barely get on there, and try to balance a newspaper, coffee, bottle of water, bagel, and my life, without spilling anything on the woman who's very displeased that i sat next to her. brilliant me brought the two scripts with me on my laptop that i'm reading for today, so that i wouldn't have had to read them before. i didn't bother, "oh yeah, i'll just read it on the bus..." of course, i completely forget because i'm out of my mind, until of course i get off the bus in toronto. "fuck! i'm such an idiot!" no big deal, i stop in a park and glance through script one real quick, then make my way to where i'm meeting the cats, but then i take a wrong turn, so i end up being about 25 minutes late, and they're on their way out when i get there. uh, yeah, whatever, they stayed, had a nice little conversation i was about 25% present for, and i'm off. meet somebody else, somewhere else, for another script reading, and they're late, and again, i could use the time to actually read the thing, but no, instead i flip randomly through some newspaper and stare out the window. meet up with a friend later, get some food, chase around a few wild geese, then end up at the memorial party for scotty kennedy, a super-cool dude who passed away recently. (you will be missed!) his band, the boyballz, take the stage, and it's a good time. everybody in costume, nevada and matthews and some other london boys are there, and it's rock'n roll. accidently end up ingesting mushrooms, which were mixed into a few wicked batches of cafe lattes being passed around. of course, i didn't find out about the mushrooms until i was on my third cup.

"this is really coffee!"

"yeah, it's awesome!"

"it's pretty strong, wow, i'm totally awake!"

"yeah, it's awesome!"

"my stomach feels a little weird though..."

"yeah, it's awesome!"

...

was at the party until about 8am or so, having an amazeling time. by that point, people were passed out everywhere, some girl was walking around taking polaroid pictures of the bodies and leaving them as souvenirs for her victims. drugged out cats dancing. zombies massaging giraffes. people painting on overhead projectors. some weird dude in a pink dress and black thong staring at everybody. breakfast with the boys, back on the road, finally home to sleep at 4pm, then up again at 7pm for work that night. ouch. matt and pat debuted their new live electro set and it was wicked. you should have been there.

sun. oct. 30
yeah, this was like a continuation of yesterday, pretty much.

mon. oct. 31
uh, halloween. people in costumes and whatnot. i worked.

tue. nov. 1
the day of the dead. deal with it.

okay, it wasn't that exciting, that was mostly intended for one person who was all like "dude, you haven't written on here in over a week... what have you been doing? you need to update shit every day... blah blah blah" uh yeah.

later,
ryan