long time gone

hey there boys, girls, and those with a little of both. im very sorry to have kept you all waiting, but there hasnt been alot that i feel like talking about lately… however, i seem to have enough for at least a few sarcastic chuckles, so here we go:

things with Laura are good, she came over last friday and we watched Shaun of the Dead. awesome movie. it was great, cuz after the movie was done we just layed there talking. we talked for like 2 hours…it was good. we’re prolly going to go fishing with my folks this friday, unless something else comes up. but i really wanna spend time with her whenever i can, so if something does come up, i’ll make it all work out.

work sucks. big revelation there. tuesday when i worked, i found out that one of the origional fryers leaks whenever you cook anything besides strips in it. so when i was doing drop-tanks, i pull this out, send grease all over. i attempt to spin around and dump the remaining oil in the trash can right behind me where i put it, but todd moved it “out of my way”, so i spilt about 250 degree oil all down my leg from knee to ankle. think really really bad sun burn. it’s kinda funny now that i think about it, but i dropped a string of flavor inhancing words that could make a sailor blush.

breakfast club is starting up, our first meeting was tuesday morning. for those of you not in B.C., it’s a morning weight training sesson from 6-7am on tuesday, thursday and friday. so yeah, it’s tomorrow morning, and im stil up at 11:17. im a geniass. s-m-r-t smart. but it’s sleepy time for nick, so i’ll leave you with the music, along with the one from last time.

Songs of the Day

American Woman

by: the Guess Who

American woman gonna mess your mind

American woman, she gonna mess your mind

American woman gonna mess your mind

American woman gonna mess your mind

Say A,

Say M,

Say E,

Say R,

Say I,

Say C,

Say A,

N,

American woman gonna mess your mind

American woman gonna mess your mind

American woman gonna mess your mind

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American woman, stay away from me

American woman, mama let me be

Don’t come hangin’ around my door

I don’t wanna see your face no more

I got more important things to do

Than spend my time growin’ old with you

Now woman, I said stay away

American woman, listen what i say.

American woman, stay away from me

American women, mama let me be

Don’t come a’knocking around my door

I don’t wanna see your shadow no more

Coloured lights can hypnotize

Sparkle someone else’s eyes

Now woman, I said stay away

American woman, listen what I say.

American woman, I said get away

American women, listen what I say

Don’t come hangin’ around my door

I don’t wanna see your face no more

I don’t need your war machine

I don’t need your ghetto scenes

Coloured lights can hypnotize

Sparkle someone else’s eyes

Now woman, I get away from me

American woman, mama let me be.

Go, gotta get away

Now go go go

Gonna leave you, woman

Gonna leave you, woman

Bye-bye

Bye-bye

Bye-bye

Bye-bye

You’re no good for me

I’m no good for you

Gonna look you right in the eye.

Tell you what I’m gonna do

You know I’m gonna leave

You know I’m gonna go

You know I’m gonna leave

You know I’m gonna go,woman

I’m gonna leave,woman

Goodbye, American woman

Goodbye, American chick

Goodbye, American broad…

Lake of Fire (meat puppets cover)

by: Nirvana

Where do bad folks go when they die?

They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly

They go to a lake of fire and fry

See ’em again ’till the fourth of July

I knew a lady who came from Duluth

She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth

She went to her grave just a little too soon

And flew away howling on the yellow moon

Where do bad folks go when they die?

They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly

They go to a lake of fire and fry

See ’em again ’till the fourth of July

The people cry and the people moan

They look for a dry place to call their home

Try to find some place to rest their bones

While the angels and the devils try to make ’em their own

Where do bad folks go when they die?

They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly

They go to a lake of fire and fry

See ’em again ’till the fourth of July

nothing from nowhere, im no one at all. nick.