on your mark, get set

ive been in prince george for less than 24 hours and i am already bored and ready to continue planting.
my contract with seneca was up yesterday. we finished in 100 mile and packed up the crew and came to pg to have a big ol’ piss up at the generator. thumbs up. the cover band was amazingly shitty. there were three planting crews there and everyone was loaded. a good night.
i’m only slightly sad the season is done. i feel like everyone on the crew was beginning to get on each others nerves. i was sick of the whole scene. and i suppose that’s what is supposed to happen while planting. you are there to make money and thats the main event.
i feel like i want adventure and i havent had that yet because i was working with and for people i knew. i knew what to expect and it wasn’t all that exciting.
so now i sit in pg. at marissa and jeremys house where katie is house sitting thinking about how to get my shit together within the next day or two so i can go out to a bushcamp and get my plant on some more. meet new people. see new things. have an adventure.

i ran to kamloops yesterday. and by ran i clearly mean drove with adam.
it was lovely to get away from 100 mile for a day and lay in the sun and buy some cheap clothes at a store that wasn’t a pawnshop.
i’ve been in a shit mood for a few days and i blame the fact that i can’t seem to make myself slay as far as planting is concerned. have decided to do lighter bagups and go fuckin fast. i did a bagup with my insane foreman the other day and it was the fastest 180 trees i have ever planted in my life. goody goody.
i have money which is amazing but i want more. more more more.
there are fires exploding all around the countryside and there is a good chance i’ll be put on a firefighting crew which would be amazing. day rated and fed. not to mention the fact that there would (hopefully) be tail-a-plenty.
lets just say i would like to get laid this century.

i have set my sunburnt sights on victoria. my plan is to move there in the fall. here’s to hoping.

what happens when you pound some brass monkey with your friend derek? it gets filmed. fuck yes.

i’m tired and more tired and lonely and watching the lost boys.
corey feldmen looks like a goddamn cabbage patch kid.
and im bitter bitter bitter.

got creamed out today by a total doug who doesnt respect me at all. the lip he gave me would not have flown had it been anyone else on my crew. i was a second away from throwing my shovel at his head.

rule number one: never come onto someones piece and take all the pretty land and then expect them not to yell at you.
don’t fuck with my money. i’ll kill you.

here. still here.
planting is wonderful but also frusterating as i havent been paid yet and i want money and food.
im getting skinnier and have many bruises (wudup derek) all over my legs. i have a mad crush on a beautiful long haired boy on the other crew but will do nothing about it because i am gutless apperantly. what the hell happened to my mojo. we keep working shitty annoying little blocks but i highballed today.
its 9 pm and i have to wake up at 3:30 am to catch a bus to prince george.
elishas getting married tomorrow and im going with shannon. that girl must be shitting herself right now. im so stoked for her though. t’will be fun.
then i have to drive my foremans car down on sunday.
im kinda shitting myself right now though because here i am, in 100 mile house on a friday night and i get to sit outside of the bus depot in the middle of the night and wait for it to come. hopefully i dont get eaten.
heres a picture i took.
apperantly when im working hard i lose all ability to be cunning in my choice of words to describe life.
cheers freaks.

I’m in a hotel in 100 Mile House. And I can’t think of what to say.
My roommate sent me an email today saying that I’m ‘fucking the shit out of the earth, leaving two thousand tiny trees inside and telling it not to call’
I’d say that’s a good job description. I miss my bed like nothing else though.

the joys of sitting in the prince george public library are many. mainly the fact that the same locals fall asleep in the same chairs in the same corners. nothing has changed in this town except the occasional new restaurant opening its doors or the odd cafe getting a paint job. i remain in the old hood till sunday morningish when i embark on my planting journey of 2009. i’ve been spending my time wandering the streets back and forth drinking coffee and cider and shooting the shit with randoms i happen upon.
and just to make it feel like nothing has changed even more, the infamous mama guroove is playing tonight. lets go get shittered and dance like a buncha northern hippies. derek, where are you?
it is lovely here.
i hope they don’t find you p.g

after a night at the movies with marshall and traci i find myself sitting here in my underwear and scarf and baggy teeshirt reminicing on how fucking awesome tonight was.
i got drunk by myself on the roof and called EVERYONE awesome that i love in vancouver to say goodbye.
i’m leaving in t-minus 8 hours for my adventuretime and i cannot wait. neil and nita are picking me up at some point tomorrow morning and the three of us shall trek northwards to prince george.
my boots and bags are packed.
im ready to go.
after a few cans of strongbow i dragged my intoxicated self to the rio at midnight to watch rock n roll high school.
drunk is best for that one. holla.
i want a motorcycle.

a good friend of mine came and stayed with me for a few days. t’was fun. thorburn is quite the champion. i hope we remain friends for a long time to come.

epic weekend on bowen island with angel, javes lizzard and steph. getting baked in the country is the best.
nothing to say except it was perfect. shetland ponies are so fucking relaxing too. holy shit.
this is a video i forgot i made for derek.
i found it a few days ago and laughed my ass off.
don’t do drugs and go dancing and expect to be coherent the next day kids. its just depressing.

my face has these strange bumps on it. i’ve never broken out before and i hope it stops soon. a girl i know works at lush and i slipped her some money to get me her discount on soapy products.
have discovered a new favorite passtime; coffee and newspapers at a cafe with my british roommate adam.
fucking. awesome.
he’s so stereotypically english it makes me die. like right now, i said ‘adam! lets read this play i have to read’ and he says ‘how bout let’s listen to jazz’ and he’s in the kitchen. listening to jazz. tapping his foot.
the other day it was classical music.
the day before that he was yelling at a tennis match on tv.
and yesterday he excitedly told me about an english butcher in north van he intends to go see to ‘purchase some english bacon.’

having a cold when it’s beautiful outside is the worst thing in the world i think.
i’ve been coughing for hours and lazing around my house staring randomly at shit. i haven’t been this sick in a while. i’m leaving soon but of course it still feels like it’s never going to happen. i have a list tacked to my wall of shit i must accomplish before i leave. plugging away at it like a champ. crossing things off here and there.
and i digress…
i hate the bank. not because it’s some sort of rich dudes ploy to rule the world. whatever. we all know that. i hate the bank because the fucking machine ate my card as i stared astonished into the screen to see that i had two hundred extra dollars i didn’t know about. it was like ‘please press a key if you’d like more time’ and as i pressed it it was like ‘we are retaining your card for security purposes’ and it ate it. fucker. i mean, i see how that system could be useful. had i been attacked i would have been relieved that my mystery money had remained untouched but i wasn’t. i was just standing there, like an idiot, tearing my paycheque off the stub and putting it into an envelope. so now i have to go into a bank on the one day it’s open this fucking holiday with a bunch of disgruntled people. i find most people in public are just generally disgruntled. it’s a good word. disgruntled in the bank, disgruntled at the ferry, disgruntled in the video store.
mabye i’ll just sneeze all over the teller as she eyes my photo id unsure if it’s me or not. thats the problem with hairdye, dreadlocks and glasses. no one ever believes me.

what i feel like right now.