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01: even though you always had a decent sized booger hanging from your nose, i still miss you prowling the halls of arnica at all hours of the night sporting the helmet. your monotone yet somehow cheery "hiiii juuuulie" made my day. everyday. it still amazes me how you managed to have dirt under your fingernails, even after 7 straight months of living on top of a snow coverd mountain. and i was so very honored when you openly showed your respect for me after a night of mushrooms, dozens of bong hits and the dirty whiskey shots at 3 or 4am. a proud moment? meh. ps. you have cool ears.
02: so many good times. SOBER times at that. amazing how we kept occupied throughout high school with bingo, slurpees, tom jones, road trips to the east, treasure hunts, tastebud, baking in double spare, squeegee at UFA, country cruisin, pixie stixs, sea shells and notes, the Big Moo, cruises, table dancing at subway, car chases, IGA, kazoos, trick-or-treating, 2in1!, twisters&poutine. sounds almsot more like kindergarten to me. however, i wouldn't have rather spent my high school years any other way. i'm super glad i introduced you to the wonderfulness that is cheap wine. ps. yay for the fishbowl in a minute 5.
03: you're the most hardcore stoner ever. honestly. who else totes around their 2' bong in a badminton racket bag? i'm not quite sure how you've survived this whole summer, but good on ya. however, start saving up, because this winter will simply just not be the same without you. i love partying with you, because i can rest assured that no matter how fuckerd i am, i know you will always be at least a little more fuckered than i, and i love that. i guess i should say thanks for all the advice. from now on though, whatever you tell me, i'll take and divide it by about 4. anyways, take care, we don't need another gimpy liftie. i'm serious.
04: i love it when you get into the beer and start on your camera rants. i've finally found something i have a relative amount of talent with which may actually lead to a career, and i thank you so very much for your knowledge and support. it means a lot to me. thank you also for being my only friend in grade 9. how many kids can actually say that about their grade nine year. but without that year i wouldn't have gotten to be the snowboarder i am today which has totally, almost entirely been the basis of this past year, and will continue to be for the next few years.
05: you've had a rough adolesence and i totally admire your ability to remain for the most part extremely positive. i miss the late nights in high school rumaging through old magazines and watching bad commercials until 6 or 7am. zest-ay! i loved how i could always count on you for a place to crash. you survived subway, therefore you're going to do great in the whole "life" thing! we could go walkin...in a windy park.
06: my two favorite pommie girls of course. you two do everything together, but in a good way. biking across england. gap year housekeeping at sunshine. hooking up with the guys in laryx 102. spandex disco outfits. sharing the glass pipe. birthday cards. ben harper concert. buying fake wedding rings. hospital work in africa. teaching english in africa. smoking with rastas on the beaches of ghana. and now med school. and that's only in one year.
07: you were the perfect company for the post-sunshine era. we both seem to have the same obsession for snow and arnicish. i had a wonderful summmer being the loners getting drunk at the back of the bus, taking random photos, floating in the lake when we should have been finding work, the gay pride parade, drinking liters upon liters of pepsi and eating hint of lime tostitos with green salsa, hanging out at the library with mr. williams, running to the liquor store at 9:58pm, being the only girls in pants, watching and rewinding and pausing and rewinding and watching and rewinding, spending our friday nights promising one another we'd for sure get a job first thing monday morning, sleeping in monday mornings, going to the dome every sunday night and hating it every sunday night, ricshot cruises and so on. you better come back to banff. we HAVE to get in the video, remember? i honestly don't know what i'll do with out you, miss third year liftie...maybe [most likely] someday i'll be a miss third year liftie.
08: my gayest friend of all. i love you! you're totally awesome. i know you'll be gettin some lovin this year. it's all about the lovin. you're the most intelligent stoner i've ever met. i know a lot of stoners.
09: i sure appriciated all the fresh pizzas at dawn. you were a good one to have on our side in the neverending thermostat battle with the "dickheads down the hall". hopefully you're not too terribly emotionally scarred by the standish experience. i can't wait to go surfing together next year. ahahah. you almost slept with leith...ahahah. sorry but. aaaaahahah.
10: some of my fondest halifax memories are our times spent together. i'm not sure if you enjoyed it as much as i, because frankly, i still find you quite hard to read. however, i loved sitting in the nest drinking john's expesive beer and playing video games while the other two were upstairs "doin it". i kicked your ass. and that was still when i sucked hardcore. or when i'd get on my drunken rants as we layed looking at your glow stars while the other two were upstairs "doin it".
11: you were the very first friend i made after high school. i'm glad i parked next to you that morning. thanks for helping me move my oodles and oodles of useless stuff up the gondola. just so you know, i fell in love with you when you mentioned moneen. i'm yet to meet someone who apreciates them as you do. remember how we drank tea and did our liftie homework? geeeeeeks. i miss you hanging out in our room drinking tea and drawing and ranting about the world when we just wanted to sleep. i had a great day smoking joints in your truck and ripping it up at kicking horse. thanks for the ride. and thanks for the joints. and by the way, i was pretty pumped when we kissed on the morning of my birthday at the geek of the week party. yay for being geeks and getting wasted. we'll meet again...perhaps at the vat.
12: my older, much wiser friend. you know who you are. i'm relieved i've got a few years to catch up to your cool factor. you are wonderful and so extremely talented. your work inspires me so much. also, thanks for holding my hair back in the trappers basement that fateful first saturday night. ps. you have cool sunnies too.
13: simply the best roomate ever, we were THE girls in the corner. we did a lot of sleeping. and ate a lot of bagles and cream cheese. what a team! i love how you don't care, yet things always seem to fall into place for you. i love your mushroom laugh and your drunken dancing. we still had the absolute coolest pipe in all of arnica. thanks for teaching me all that camera stuff. i hope you finally have money now because i sure am broke. you'll be the first person i call when i get down under. i can't wait to see you again.
14: even though you wore an adidas visor and muscle shirts, you didn't think i was capable of waitressing, you ate nothing but frozen processed meals, you drank 17 cups of coffee per day, you were a total slob, you flaunted the fact that you had money comming out of your asshole, you smoked 38 joints daily and thought it all was so cool, you were a pretty decent guy to live with. thanks for all the financial favors and being so friendly to a stranger in a new city with no friends.
15: thanks for making my roomate happy. she was much easier to live with after she fell in love. good luck with you-know-who at the frozen ocean and we will be rippin shit up out west before you know it.
16: congratulations on your earls job. it pumps me up you're doing what you want. by doing what you want is how one becomes sucessful. and you deserve to be sucessful. i like you a whole lot more than i did three years ago. i'm glad we've finally found common ground. we had some pretty hard.x.core cat & mouse games in the FFF in grade 11.
17: i'm so glad you moved in to our room for the last month. it was pretty cool living with the touque girl. i had some of the greatest times ripping up the mountain with you, my fellow snow chica. we will totally bomb sunshine coast on a slushy bluebird day together again. my all time favorite banff night started out spending crazy money at rude boys and sitting alone on the stools at hooligans. 6 pitchers later we somehow found ourselves at mel's for last call, then on the streets of banff jumping in puddles with cute aussie boys with cool hats and ringlets, followed by some unvolluntary grinding with skanky scott and cian at the aurora, slutty alaskan hockey players at the mac's, and somehow ended up back in canmore with 2lb spicy tacos and veggie pizza. a payday thursday just wasn't the same without ya. thanks for helping stretch my ears. no one else is ever interested when i talk about my "ear project" so thank you for the input and interest in my newest hobby. i will never forget how much of a trooper you were with your crutches and cast on the houseboat. you party damn hard. i hope we can travel together in the future.
18: good luck with this production. you have put so much of yourself into it, i know it will be outstanding. i was extremely honored to be asked to be a part of this project and extremely disapointed when i had to leave. thanks for giving me the east coast treatment. i couldn't have survived without you this summer. i always enjoyed our stoned discussions about bush and the war. you've given me some new perspectives. ...wicked...
19: thanks for being a great cook. thanks for giving ching, JL & i the love handles we have today. thanks for the afterschool snacks. thanks for all the arts & crafts. thanks for the tickle trunk. thanks for being the babysitter, not sending us to one. thanks for having creative gifts for my friends at grad. thanks for acting like an adoptive mother to my australian friends. thanks for teaching us to match our shirt with our shoes with our neclace with our pants with our barretts and scrunchies. thanks for at least trying to let me fit in with my peers by sending me to brownies, ceramic nights, swim lessons, dance class, etc etc. and thanks for accepting it when i didn't quite fit in with my peers.
20: i love the gruesome stories you'd tell customers about your piercings, shitting on the floor at harvey's, the ants, sex in the bathrooms. i love how you'd tell racists to get the fuck out of the restaurant. i love how you convinced 3 guys to take down their pants in one night. i was [kind of but not really actually] proud to say i was a pita person with you. i felt rather priviledged when walking through the library park and being greeted by you and the other punks. ever since i was 13, i wanted the punks to like me.
21: you and your 3 pairs of multicolored identical etnies. you and your 17 striped t-shirts. you and your 5 matching boardshort & roxy t-shirt outfits. you and your 9 pairs of flip flops. you and your gap jeans in every available color. you and your coordinating necklace for every shirt you own. you and your 4 pairs of all stars. you and your 21 belts. you and your 7 or 8 6x shirt/short combos. you and your 7 shirts for each day of the week. and your love handles are cute. i missed you this year. i totally want to spend a year doing some adventure with you. we've got tons of years before we need to grow up. i promise i won't grow up until you do, so...i'm counting on you to grow up by the time your 26 or i'll pretty much be toast. i'm actually kind of pumped to be home. we can be super nerds together again. i want to teach you all i know about my camera. ps. you're welcome for making you so much cooler than me. no, honeslty i wish i was as cool [and coordinated] as you. please give me tips on matching. but, it's kind of weird we have matching snowbaords. i think that's a little overboard.
22: thanks for all the "family suppers" at staff caf. you were kind of like "the big brother" to me or something. thanks for all the rides back home the next morning. thanks for chatting with my dad in the car while we slept. thanks for helping me choose the candy stripe pipe. i'm glad we were such good friends. and i'm sorry i had such a crush on you, but you were so hot with your tan. i had a wonderful birthday party together at hooligans. even the simultaneous puking after the final gross shooter. and i must say i took great pleasure in witnessing the vomitation [real word?] of your orange juice in the parking lot that next mornining when we were terribly late for work. you have the same birthday as my cat. i stll think what happened with us that last night in banff is kind of weird. it makes me view our entire relationship differently. it makes me really happy and wanting to know what else might happen. god damn those cliffhangers! at this point, i really need you to return to sunshine in order for me to. and to be honest, i don't know what the eff i'll be doing if i don't go back to sunshine. sooooo...feel free to do the math mr. radio personality.
23: one very carts and rafty girl. i love being super duper artsy nerds together with our cameras. i can't wait to do up the web page. i'm uber pumped for that. i'm looking forward to hanging out with you this fall, it will definintly make my brief stettler stay much more bearable. you are always welcome to visit me at work and leave me more creative tips on the table. and of course a rainbow will always remind me of you.
24: we had the prime liftie moments sun baking up atop of the jack and the wolf in third shift waving at chevy and tom and gavin and cian and dan and carla and not giving a fuck we weren't doing our "job." i can't wait to rip around the mountain as the girls in black again. i miss you gals tons. you are my crew now.
25: you-know-who. there's simply no way around it, i hate you.
so that my not-so-random friends, is my list of 25 random friends.
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