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i went to see ‘body of lies’ with my sister tonight. it was a mediocre film, but i saw a poster for MAX PAYNE the movie. it’s coming out on friday, and it was filmed in toronto! it stars mark wahlberg, nelly furtado, and ludacris. it will be so bad, and so awesome…i can’t wait.

the ugly girl from that 70s show plays mona though. how did that happen?

i didn’t actually do that much this weekend, but it feels like i did. my sister got here on friday, and we walked around for a couple hours. nothing fun was going on that i knew of. saturday i worked and connor hung out with her friend from orangeville or something.

they visited me at work right after i bought previously-mentioned Family Chicken. i came upstairs to find my sister and her friend in the store having just overheard the other employees moaning about how “he always takes his lunch late! he did it again!!” and connor goes “YEAH! YOU ALWAYS DO THAT!” without my co-workers knowing who she was, hilariously. i then announce “hello everyone, this is my sister ‘connor’, welcome connor!”. a customer somehow interprets this as “connor works here” and asks her a question about markers. what???

when we got back to my place that night i go read my newsfeed to see if anything cool is happening. i see that the newmindspace capture the flag starts in 10 minutes and tell connor to get ready to go. she tells me no, she’d “rather stay home and paint these t-shirts” with the fabric paint she bought at my work. i was kind of disappointed so i fell asleep in all my clothes at 9pm. awesome night!

thanksgiving was wicked, i just ate a ton with my family and played guitar and sang with my uncle and sister and cousin.

there really wasn’t anything awesome to do with my sister. i guess that’s what happens when you come visit on canadian thanksgiving.

today i went to house of lords and got a haircut – i just asked him to ‘cut off all the black hair’, which he did. it’s so weird to suddenly have a different hair color.

for some reason all the mp3s in my “electric version” new pornographers are tagged wrong. the album, artist, and titles are all correct…except the titles are all mixed around. when i was first getting into them, i thought they were all awesome and self-referential until i realized that none of these self-referential songs had the actual song-title in the lyrics. now i have to go through all the songs and listen to them until i know the actual title and switch them around. this is weird!

for lunch yesterday i ate a whole sobey’s “family chicken”.

it was delicious and 2000 calories.

this picture from nuit blanche makes me laugh a lot:

when i was in line to buy the detergent someone yelled “HEY IT’S ZOMBIES WHY ARE YOU BUYING DETERGENT”, i responded “i can’t get this stuff off of my face”

some more:

i’m having a coffee renaissance. i had access to about 4 coffeemakers (simultaneously) when i lived in richmond, and rarely made it for myself. last night i bought some filters and made some coffee…my caffeine tolerance is NOTHING, so it was intense. i drank a pot of coffee while i watched suicide club and felt pretty insane for a while. definitely didn’t ‘get’ that movie.

last time i drank coffee regularly was february of this year when i was in a really weird spot mentally and life-wise so my synaesthesia has been cool so far. usually it’s just sound and smell that does that, not so much with taste. i wonder what will happen when i drink rum or scotch again, i haven’t had either since 2005. maybe it’s actually being triggered by the cns cues from caffeine? that would be cool.

i had a small epiphany when i was going to sleep. it was a good one, in line with how things have been going for me lately. hopefully it sticks with me. note to self: don’t forget that epiphany.

i seriously can’t make myself go to this ‘operas of mozart’ class. the fact that i’ve destroyed essays and exams for 8 years now – maybe longer, this is my eighth year of university – without really trying has ruined my academic work ethic. good thing it’s only gotten this dramatic in my final year of school.

on tuesday, i had an hour to kill waiting for the performance collection to open, so i read a scholarly text on david bowie’s discography. it was pretty interesting, a lot of stuff about young americans and ziggy that i didn’t know. that evening, my grandpa who was in town for business took me out for dinner at shanghai cowgirl. i’d wanted to try that place for a couple weeks; it had a nice atmosphere and the food was pretty good. a waitress’s ipod was playing…a david bowie mixtape. it was in chronological order (aside from ‘ashes to ashes’ immediately after ‘space oddity’, i approve!) and about an hour long, featuring one or two of my favorite songs from each album. such an incredible coincidence! not only was it an hour of bowie in a restaurant RIGHT AFTER i basically studied him, it was completely in line with my taste. i could barely concentrate on anything, i was considering doing something ridiculous like asking the waitress out based solely on her impeccable taste in david bowie. i didn’t.

my new bed is so comfortable. i can’t tell whether or not it’s a placebo, but i don’t care. waking up feeling this rested is still a new thing for me.

i got out of bed two hours ago and i still haven’t put any clothes on. living the dream!!!

with the furniture and appliances, my folks sent a ‘care package’ of a bunch of bulk food up with my grandpa. in addition to 15 pounds of cheese-its, doritos, and mini muffins (essentially my daily high school diet), i got some stuff from the new trader joe’s in richmond.

this morning i had an analogue of cracklin’ oat bran. that was incredible – i hadn’t eaten it since like 2004, and it all came back to me. it actually wasn’t that significant of an eating experience. just delicious.

i just found out today that i’m not in the opera this month. this gives me even more free time!

can’t decide whether or not to dye my hair again when i cut it (which will be soon).

i just woke up after 6 hours of sleep, before my alarm went off, feeling pretty well-rested and actually remembering a dream. either it was a crazy placebo effect, or my new bed really is that much better than the old one. i wouldn’t be surprised – a nice full-depth mattress and box-spring on a frame compared to a fairly broken down half-depth ikea mattress on the floor.

i like gmail labs. two of the newer features are pretty funny: Forgotten Attachment Detector, which gives you a big warning confirming the send if you type the words “attach” “attachment” “attached” etc. but don’t actually attach anything. everybody does that a few times a year and it’s always embarrassing. the newest one, Mail Goggles, won’t let you send email late on weekend nights unless you can answer a couple arithmetic problems. hilarious.

terminator is in toronto.

this is the second time this month that in one day i experienced so much – and enough of it was important – that by the end of it felt like i had changed as a person, if just slightly.

between thursday and last night i got about 5 hours of sleep. that’s definitely part of the surreality of the whole thing, being extremely un-slept, but even without that it would have been insane.

i stayed up all night friday mainly because my sister texted me (about the notebook) while i was trying to get to sleep and then i got up talk on aim. saturday was a normal day at work; dress rehearsal was cancelled. i played a concert with the university orchestra that night, i love orchestra so much. i met up with some friends at around 10:30 and we went and did Nuit Blanche. originally we were going to the ‘headlining’ “Zombies in Condoland” but it looked kind of lame and had a 2hour+ lineup. so went to work at like 11:30, took some special effect makeup, and colleen and natalie gave us pretty cool zombie makeup. met up with one more person and went to experience more stuff. it was cool how many stares we got once we were out of the immediate college park area.

someone had the idea to dump a bunch of laundry detergent in one installation in a fountain, so we went and bought some at a dominion. by the time we got back to the exhibit it had been shut down because some drunk people were being disrespectful of it. so we found another fountain and dumped it in. it was ok, but wasn’t the big suds explosion we all expected.

we went down to ocad but it was a zoo. so we immediately turned around and went up to bloor & huron to see the exhibit my sleep timelapse was part of. pretty cool seeing that as a big public projection at 3am. the group was now down to three people, and we were cold & hungry, so we headed towards chinatown.

next i watched a girl die.

a streetcar hit a girl and she got sucked under it. she was trapped under the front wheel area, way under it. cops got there really fast. once the firefighters had showed up and set up a light and taken off the front bumper, if i bent down i could see her hair and a shoe. i couldn’t hear her, but a cop said she was talking to him for a bit, then stopped. i assume that’s about when she died, because she didn’t move for the rest of the 15-minute period between when the cops showed up and when the firefighters raised the streetcar up enough to put her on a stretcher and in an ambulance. the most disturbing part about the whole thing is after they put her bloody, swollen body in the ambulance, the ambulance didn’t leave for another 5 minutes. i can’t decide whether it was a good thing or a bad thing i had already been in such a surreal mindset for hours and hours, but i was definitely stunned for the next 3 or 4.

i got to sleep at maybe 8am, woke up 3 hours later and went over to work. i was surprisingly lucid at work – those 3 hours totally saved me. i was still going through big sensory overload all day.

walked back to my bike, went home, and stayed as wake as long as i could before falling asleep for 14 hours. it’s funny to me that at the end of all of that i felt like a slightly different person, but then when i woke up again this morning i felt different AGAIN…because i was still different but in a much different mental state from all the sleep. the david bowie lyric in the title is right on, had no room to spare, had to cram so many things to store everything in there. i like the theory that dreams have to do with long-term memory encoding finalization.

the graphic in this article is really the worst. seriously abc?

i got to hang out with my (american) grandpa today, he’s in town for business. i have a real bedframe and a coffeemaker now! exciting!

i said something awesome on MSN today:

12:52:09 PM tyler: all right dude i gotta go Dress Rehearse the Shostakovich
12:52:18 PM tyler: and no that isn’t a code….my life really is this fantastic

the end of the third and beginning of the fourth movements of shostakovich’s fifth is my favorite music lately.

i went to an extra hockey practice with my uncle’s team tonight. i’m still very bad, but i still had fun. i drove there because don had to eat his dinner – a $3 chicken dinner from this new place at bloor & lansdowne. after practice we got back in the car and it totally smelled like roast chicken and garlic sauce. this made me HUNGRY, so i asked him to drop me off at bloor/lansdowne instead of my house so i could get myself a chicken dinner (second dinner). unfortunately, they close at midnight on weekdays, and i got there at about five after.

i walked home and chilled for a bit until i felt REALLY hungry, around 12:45. i look around and i have no butter (can’t make pasta), no bacon (can’t make breakfast-for-dinner), and no meat. i don’t even feel like boring america food, i want sushi or falafel or something. i look around online for a bit and don’t see anything promising, so i have a quick shower and bike down to college street to see if anything other than bars are open at 1:30am. i get all the way to yonge st. with no luck. i head down to queen and start going back west, also no luck. i saw a place around queen & john that said “whatever falafels OPEN!” but they were locked up, i guess they left the sign out by accident. by the time i get to spadina it’s started to rain, but i get a tip via text message that rabbas (24h convenience/mini-grocery store) sells falafel sandwiches. i head back up to the charles st. rabbas and lock up my bike. i ask for a falafel sandwich….they stop making them earlier in the night, i couldn’t really understand the guy except that the deli closes earlier.

so, i head home. i think about buying falafel mix at dominion, but i would want to buy pitas and vegetables too and i didn’t bring a backpack or bag. i decide to stop at “lucky 21″ since it’s only 2:45 at this point, and just buy a big thing of ice cream. i lock up again and try to go in…but they closed early. ugh! i give up and go to the bloor/dufferin tim horton’s and get a large coffee and 3 donuts. i ride all the way to my house with no hands holding the defeatist late-night meal. i should try unicycling. i totally copped out (could have gone back out to dominion and made homemade falafel), but it was a good ten mile ride with the roads to myself. i like the name i gave that custom map.

i drink my coffee at 3:15 in the morning, do 185 pushups (why not? caffeine helps workouts) and here i am 2 hours later wide awake. long story short, i try 10 times to get post-2am impulse food, get denied because it’s a tuesday night, this post sucks