Summer is gone... :(

But... I'm not in school so I don't have to care! This is a strange new feeling. I'm not going back to school and I no longer live with my parents. :S
I am currently renting a house with 4 other girls. That is correct, 5 teenage girls in a house together... all the time... it's not as bad as one would think though. We all manage to get along pretty well. For the most part anyways. It helps that we all work a lot, so during the day there are only a couple people home at a time. After 11 however, once everyone is off work, there are rarely less than 8 people in the house.

It's been a while since I posted anything, so I might as well fill you in. There was a lovely homecoming upon my return from Vancouver, about a month ago. I stepped off the bus to learn that my brother and my grandfather were both in the hospital, in separate hospitals actually.

My brother had been camping with my mother at Lakelse. Messing around on his bike in one of the fields he launched off a bump, hit the ground with his front tire, and the forks that attach the tire to the frame sheared off, very cleanly, in exactly the same place on both sides. So then the front tire was no longer attached to the bike, he and the frame went face first. One of the forks still attached to the tire went into his mouth, breaking his upper jaw, his sinus cavity and a few teeth. The other fork hit him in the neck about an inch from the carotid artery, but didn't break the skin and just left a very nasty bruise. So he nearly died and was in the hospital in terrace for a week before being sent to Vancouver to have his face reconstructed. He's home now and doing fine. He is however, lacking a few teeth. So he looks like a hillbilly.

My grandfather has been in and out of the hospital since I returned from Van. He had gallstones, not fun. The first time they sorted him out and sent him home after a week. Two weeks ago he went to emergency again, apparently they hadn't done a very good job. He went right into surgery that night, and before they could begin he went into heart failure and he started coughing up black stuff. Needless to say, they did'nt operate, but instead stabilized him and sent him to Vancouver the same night. I got to say goodbye before he left. I was pretty well convinced he wasn't coming back this time. But a week later he was back in Rupert! Still at the hospital, but home at least. I visited him at the hospital everyday until he got home last week. My Farfar is okay now, but tired. I promised him when he feels up to it, he can teach me how to make Danish chicked soup. :)

So now everyone is finally home and okay. And no one in my house has killed anyone yet. And the QYA is starting up with week, which gives me something to do.

Now I am getting kicked off the computer at the internet cafe. That's okay, because now I have to go buy catfood, and lightbulbs and do other grownup things. Yikes.

Maybe this will work better. :)

QYA Xtra West article.

Bad picture!! grr.

Vancouver Is FUN!!!

Yay! Pride trip pictures!



Blake with his *cough*fake!*cough* abs and my new friend Pauli. At work at Celebrities.

Pauli and Me at the Capilano Suspension Bridge. Pretty cool.

Way too many people + swaying bridge + hangover + pizza and slurpees = very bad.

"Details in the Bible."

Me, (creepy) Blake and his friend Jeremy. Out on the town.

"Bridezilla Bush... Married to War and Homophobia."

I don't know what this one was for... but Blake made me take lots of pictures of them. haha

That was pretty cool.

I just think this is kind of a neat picture.

These guys were intense. That'd be pretty painful to wear the whole parade in the blazing sun.

This guy was twirling the flag like a baton. He just about stabbed a couple people, but only nearly.

These two are actually insane I think. Walking the parade on stilts half nude. Crazy cool!

He has a pretty sign.

A bright pink fire truck. Enough said.

Okay. I'd say that's enough pictures for now.

HAPPY PRIDE!!!!!

Happy Pride!!! Happy Pride!!!
Vancouver has been soooo much fun! I'm staying at my cousin's place, right on Davie St. Such an awesome place. Little Sister's book store is literally 30 seconds away. And I totally bought one of Ellen DeGeneres' books yesterday. hahaha. I saw China's entry for the fireworks on Wed. They were amazing.
My cousin is entirely leading the way and making the plans. So basically, I got to be a gay boy all week. And have done pretty much all the things gay men do. Well not all the things... obviously. Shopped, lazed around on the beach, went underwear shopping at Priape (didn't find any without the package pocket for me. dang). I've now been to every bar/club on Davie. Celebrities wasn't great, I didn't like 1181 either.I prefer the Oasis, or the Odyssey. One of Blakes friends actually recognized me from the Xtra West article. haha I was not expecting that. Frankly, I didn't think Blake had friends that could read.
The parade yesterday was absolutely amazing. Soooo good. Many, Many pictures to follow. Missed the Dyke March though. :(
Hope to get to art gallery tomorrow before I leave. There is a Monet to Dali exibit that is supposed to be amazing.
Now if you will excuse me, I must go drink a litre of water and go back to bed in order to be functional later.
TTFN

Who would have thought???

The Xtra West Vancouver, page 14. July 19, 2007.

Ellen S05 E08 - Emma [1998]

Emma Thompson and Ellen DeGeneres, was a better match ever made? Made my day. I love the accent bit. Too bad it isn't true. Hahaha. Still waiting for Emma to be made a dame.
''An appointment with destiny,'' she announces. ''Let's go out and terrify some Baptists.''

Funny Story...

So last night I was hanging out with some friends, and some friends of friends that I am acquanted with. I spent quite a bit of time talking to one of the guys I was acquainted with. We were having a good time with everybody and hanging out... and before long he starts hitting on me. He was pretty slick too, hahaha. I let it go on for a little while, after like an hour or so he gets more and more... persistent. So I decided to do the right/nice thing and clue him in. Conversation went as follows:

me (quietly): " You might want to put the moves on someone you have a chance with tonight."
him: "Ouch."
me: "You know what I mean. Someone who likes boys."
him: "I thought you were Bi?"
me: "Ummm. No."
him: "Oh, so you're straight... gay. I mean straight... girls. I mean gay."

Then I laughed at him. He kept hitting on me though, haha.
So... that's my new favorite thing. Next time someone asks me if I'm Bi (often), I'm going to tell them I'm "Straight Gay".
Well, I thought it was funny at least.