October 27th

Well, I was like an hour and a half late for work. It only took me like 4 or 5 shifts to be late, go me. It’s getting pretty late but I figured since I only get two channels, and I haven’t bought myself any books yet, I’d write. It’s funny too when I sit here and read what I write. All my problems seem so trivial next to the fact that for the first time in my life, I feel a sense of happiness. And other than missing John, Crystal and Michelle, I don’t think about or miss anyone back home. It’s nice. Making friends is so much easier when a person can finally be themselves without fear of judgement, or being an outcast. I say Fuck Tbay! And fuck most everyone there. If only they knew that in just a short month, I’ve had better times than 18 years back home. Fuckers Suckers.

Anyway, onto my couple days on the island. Jake and his girlfriend came along, and although he didn’t want her to come, she’s got a car. We made it to the island and decided to use the campground I recommended as a base.  And after we got the site set up, we went exploring the island. And apparently, Jake has never been to island even though he’s born and raised in Van, so it’s new to him too. So we get to Victoria and the girls decide they want to go shopping, and as happy as that made us, we still played the part of “oh, but what about us, what will we do” haha, they actually thought that we wanted them around, but then we just said “you guys go ahead, we’ll figure something out”. Hey, it sure beats saying “thank fuck”, right? God I love girls who have no idea what sarcasm is.

Anywho, because Jess didn’t trust Jake with the car, she gave me the keys and told me I’m responsible for the car. I felt no need to mention that we each just dropped 3 grams of shrooms a piece. Sometimes it’s good to leave little details like that out. And if there is one thing better than trippin’ out on shrooms, it’s trippin’ out on shrooms behind the wheel of a car. So once they fucked off, we immediately headed back to the campground. Hot chicks, a beach and our pot were callin’ our names. And quite frankly, the way some girls are with shopping, we’ figured we had all day. Turns out we right, sort of. After havin’ an awesome day and meetin’ some decent people, Jake figured out that the reason Jess didn’t call him was because she had his phone in her bag.. Anyway, so as we partied it up, avoided swimming(easy to forget it’s almost november when its 23c outside) and smoke an insane amount of pot, he sort of recommended we head back to Victoria to try to find them. I’d have otherwise said fuck ‘em, but we had her car, so that wouldn’t seem right. So eventually, eventually meaning it took us 2 hours to find the mall we left them at (to our defence we were hallucinating) we found were we left them, and they weren’t there. That fucked us right up. More so because our little fried minds were only imagining the worse possible scenarios. But be it as it may, we drove around Victoria for another 2 hours then thought just to go back to the campground, and lucky us! They were there.  They assumed we were at the campground gettin’ fucked up, and they took some bus service that goes to the ferry and they just hopped off here. So had we waited another hour, everything would have been gravy. How the hell can two girls drop more then 500 bucks between them, and only have 2 bags? Dumb broads and their excessive spending. I must remind myself never to lend a girl my Mastercard, although it’s limit is just 500 bucks.

Now onto yesterday. Nothing special really, just more shrooms. Again forgetting to tell the girls about them(I wasn’t really into the mood to share with them anyway) they thought we just couldn’t handle our pot. So be it. Being called amateurs is far better than giving away my drugs, even if it means that I’d get laid, which I did anyways. So we all just walked around the beach/campground/bush and found this neat little creek up in the forest, what a good place to hang out at. Once we got back to the site, we started up a fire, and Jake thought it’d be funny to through a can of alphagettis in the fire, and wow, can those things ever blow up. Once we made that discovery, we ran to the camp store, and dropped like 10 bucks on canned goods, to the dismay of the girls. They decided to go for a walk based around our immaturity, which left us to our own devices. And as retarded as it sounds, there was like 6 or 7 guys who came to check what all the noise was. Turns out, we weren’t the only ones who thought how awesome it was to drop shit in the fire and run. One of them even ran back to his tent to grab some blackcats and pop them in the fire. Firecrackers rocks. Just not when they’re exploding at your feet. All in all, it was a fun two days, and me and jake are definetly going back soon, but hopefully without the girls. They tried to kill our fun. Bitches.

So that was my couple of days. And I got in shit today for being late. I told the manager it was car trouble, and he said he didn’t know I had a car, so I pointed out to random car in the parking lot. Gullibleness at it’s best. It was dead tonight, so it made for an easy, and long, shift. I have no plans for tomorrow, so maybe I’ll go out and get a cell phone. I hear Fido has some good shit, and anything I’m sure beats those beasts that Motorola sells. So good night, and I’ll be back soon….Who the hell am I saying good night too? I’m fucked haha.

October 28th

Got a phone! Woohoo! But I’m debating whether or not I should give the number to work. It’s nice when they don’t have a way to call me in. Maybe I won’t, at least not for a while. I’m off to work. Bye!

I assumed yesterday that since I wrote that I had no plans today, I meant it. But for some inexplicable reason,  I went to work like a moron. And although I wasn’t scheduled to begin with, they asked me if I could work. Fuck giving them my cell number, I’ll just continue to be a dumbass and show up randomly. Guess there are consequences to always being high. Oh well, Good night.

October 30th

Well, what a shitty yesterday. Someone two rooms down from where I am was stabbed. Like what the fuck? Good news is it wasn’t random, they knew each other, but still. It all happened in seconds too. I walked to the vending machines, bought a newspaper and completely forgot about the vending machines, so once I got back to my door I had to turn around and go back. As I turned around, this guy walked by me, and we greeted each other, when I returned again from the machines, we saw each other again and another greeting, little did I know he just went it to stab his friend. And buddy picked my door to knock on because the room in between us was vacant. I’ve never seen so much blood in my life. I hate blood. I should have passed out, seeing as I have before when I donated blood, but I guess it being from someone else, it didn’t freak me out as much. I called an ambulance and spent like 3 hours talking to cops. The guy’s alright though, he was let out last night, and in fact, he smoked me a huge blunt. Guess it was a thank you haha. So fucking stupid. I’m officially looking for a place. I get the jeepers now walkin’ into this place.

Well, Off to work I go. See ya!

October 31st

So finding a place won’t be hard. Jake’s parents kicked him out today, and once he’s done work, he’s heading over here to crash for a couple of days. He seems to find it hard to believe that when he lets his mom do his laundry, that she ‘d find the drugs he leaves in his pockets, stupid fuck haha.We both get paid tomorrow so basically we’re gonna take the first place we see. Even though its halloween I figured sittin here and gettin high tonight will be just fine. No partying for me tonight. Hope he’s got a sleeping bag too, this pull out is all mine. Bye!

November 2nd

Well, yesterday we got a paper and called some places, and have one already. A 2 bedroom for 550. Fuck, rent is cheap here. We move in next week, mainly because the landlord thinks we shouldn’t move in when the walls have holes all over them. So it’s all good. This room is pretty tight quarters though, but he’s supplying pot, so it’s a fair trade…my floor, his pot haha. Work time, see ya!

It’s 1130 and we’re both sitting here high as a kite. He’s playing his gameboy and wonderin’ why the hell I have a journal. I told him it beats talkin’ to people. He hasn’t said shit ever since. Pretty uneventful night at work. A water pipe exploded in the kitchen, so we’re off for a few days. It’ll be nice. And after a few nights of lying low, tomorrow I’m getting fucked. We’re heading to Whistler, I never been, but it sounds like a blast. Skiing hasn’t quite opened up yet, but the girls are dragging us to this hotel with a spa or some shit. Not quite sure, I find it hard to pay attention when they talk, but I figure as long as they stay in this spa thing, we’re free to tear Whistler a new one. Well, time to roll a dube, and head out for a walk. Sardis here we come! G’night.

Oh ya, BC rocks!

November 4th

Raining like a mother fucker right now. It’s 830, and just got myself some butts. Kinda pissed about Whistler though. Guess we’ll do it another time. Bastards at work got the repairs done pretty quick, so I had to work yesterday and today. And since dickface thought it’d be funny to give my cell number at work, they got hold of me yesterday morning to break the news that they will be opening at 4. Oh, and I finally bought myself a book to read. Nightmares and Dreamscapes by Stephen King. Ima go read now as it should kill a sufficient amount of time just getting through the trademark first 150 pages before any of his books get good. Bye!

Midnight now. It’d be nice to be able to crash but Jake snores so fuckin’ loud that it’s driving me insane. So I guess rolling a dube and heading out for a walk is a good idea. Maybe off to the Empress, seeing as it, as shitty as it is, beats Area 51 in terms of which bar is better. See ya!

November 5th

Got a call from the landlord of the place were getting, and we’re in on the 9th, fuckin’ eh. But today is all about stocking up for this coming weekend. Apparently, who ever fixed up the problem at work fucked other shit up, so the owner is closing shop for the weekend. So off to Whistler now, again. Just hope whoever is supposed to do repairs takes their sweet ass time doing the job right. But we’re heading up tomorrow night, and it’s gonna kick ass. Not sure what to expect, but I can only assume it’s gonna be a blast. Going out now, ciao.

Ugh. I feel like shit right now. Eating at Mcdonald’s everyday for sure has its effects, even if it’s just been like 7 days straight of it. Wonderin’ why the fuck there isn’t a Mr.Sub in town though, I hate Subway. And my only other choices for fast, cheap food is A&W and Wendy’s. Whatever. Once we get our place, I can actually buy real food. Mmmmmm, Cinnamon Toast crunch. Anyway, off to bed. Night!

November 6th

I lost 80 bucks. I went to the store, took money out, got back from the store, and didn’t have it anymore. Not happy but it’s all good, my pay check was surprisingly good. Maybe I’ll buy a lotto ticket and become a millionaire. Hahaha, I wish. Off to Whistler now, see ya!

November 8th

I’m back. What a kick ass weekend. I should just move to Whistler. Fuck Chiliwack. It’s 730 here now, and time to recoop, I’m moving tomorrow, so that in itself calls for a celebration, right? But before I shower, eat and hit the sac, I’ll write down what I been up to the past few days.

We got there Friday around dinner time, checked in the hotel, and went out walking with Jess and Mel. After we decided to part ways with them(them and their stupid shopping), me and Jake decided to head to some local bar we passed. It wasn’t too bad, but after a while we decided it was time to head back outside and drop some mushrooms. We’d figure that if we were allowed, we’d make our way up the mountain, or at least part way, and enjoy the trip. On our way up that way, we met back up with Jess and Mel, whom, unbelievably, had brought their own shrooms to do. So there we were, the 4 of us on shrooms and not having a single thing to do. Shouldn’t of gotten any better then this, but it did. The girls thought it’d have been lame to go up a mountain without being able to ski, so they recommended we come to the spa with them instead, and after a little hesitation, we decided to go along. I felt like such a girl doing all that spa stuff, but I gotta say, it was the best shroom experience I’ve ever had. Seriously.

Yesterday morning, the girls decided to go back and get the full treatment, and as tempting (no sarcasm at all) as it was, we weren’t interested. They said we had most of the day to ourselves, so we took the car and went driving. Most of the day we just killed time by checkin shit out and it wasn’t until last night, that we really had any fun. After dinner, we all went back to our rooms and found out that the mini fridge contents were on the house as part of the girls buying the spa package. So me and Jake drank like madmen, while the girls waited for the E to kick in. I was torn between E and shrooms, but I went with the E. And around 11 or so we all went out walking, and walked by some guy’s place who was havin a party, a bunch of people yelled at us to join them, so we did. There must have been 75 people there. We drank and tripped out until the wee hours of this morning. By the time I got back to the hotel, I was spent. Both physically and mentally. I figured the E fucked my head up a bit last night, but who cares, right? it was fun. And after passing out for roughly three hours, the front desk called our room and said it was past check out time. Assholes, and its good to know that Jake and Jess were sitting out in their car and spent 2 hours waiting for us to comedown, and it never once occurred to them to call haha.

So that was my two days in Whistler. It was a pretty good time, and  I’ll definetly go back once ski season opens up (hopefully soon) and get fucked while skiing. Anyway, I’m off to eat and stuff, then sleep, so bye!

November 10th

So we moved into our place. And since we’re both doorknobs, we never asked if the place has hydro, or if we need to get it hooked up, and guess which one it was haha. But it got hooked up this morning, so that’s all good. Mel figured since I didn’t have power, that I would have enjoyed going to her place. Ya right. I told her I had to work, but I didn’t. Instead Jake dragged me to some lame ass sounding party over in Sardis. And it was, lame that is. But whatever, free booze for the price of rolling a couple dubes, I wasn’t complaining. Now I’m off to work. See ya!

November 11th

Moment of deep thought. Well, not really, but I was just thinking. I know I’ve only been here for like a month, but I am feeling the same itch that I felt when I decided to ditch Thunder Bay and come out here. Hmmmm, guess I’ll try to ignore it. It’s snowing today, so it’s no time for travel haha. Maybe come march. And also, why the hell did I leave Thunder Bay? Oh right, it blows.

November 13th

Working sucks big time. I got called in both yesterday, and today. I should kill shit head for givin ‘em my number. Time to go, I’m sure I’ll write later tonight.

It’s tonight now, and I’m writing. I heard a funny expression today. This newfie from my work was leaving, and this is what he said. “I’m off like a whore’s drawers on a sailor’s payday”. Made me laugh. newfie’s rock. Well, not really, but he does. On my way home, I tripped on a curb like an idiot and banged up my knee pretty bad. It fucking hurts like a motherfucker, so I just smoked a joint, hoping it eases my pain. Probably won’t, but since I picked up a playstation, at least I’ll be able to have fun while sitting on my ass. Ciao!