My parents got back from Singapore and Bali two days ago. They bought me blue Chinese-style pyjamas and some Chinese magazines. And they took twelve rolls of film, one of which already had old pictures on it, so when they got them developed, I got some fun pix. Thought I'd scan them and put them up.


we're fucked up.
That's me and Tynan. That was like the third picture my parents had taken of us sitting on the damn mantle. Can you detect my frustration? What is it with parents and the desire to take crappy pictures? I still shudder at the thought of grad.

anyway.


Larissa and I were headed to Britpop night at the Purple Onion sometime around my birthday in this one. I had three or four drinks and was tipsy, and the music was TERRIBLE, and there was nobody there. It sucked. We haven't gone back since. I don't think there are any good club nights in Vancouver. Larissa likes goth night, but I don't. I like going to shows better, despite the presence of superficial elitist indie and punkrock children. Why do they all have to be so good-looking and stylish yet devoid of personality? It's not fair. The four of us (Larissa, Clint, Tynan and moi) went to an indie/punkrock party at Jack's (of Radio Berlin) a while ago. More of the same. (It was fun, though. We danced like idiots for hours.) There are, of course, intelligent people who invent all the trends that everyone else blindly follows, but there are 76 dumb kids for every smart one.

Can we tell I'm in a whiny mood?

Tynan came over last night and we watched Twelve Monkeys. I saw most of that movie in the theatre when I was in grade 10. This was in my Dave Younghusband days. If you don't know who that is, good. I had low self-esteem. Anyway, I recall that there was groping and necking going on while we were "watching" it. And there were kids behind us in the theatre who were smoking, and they were talking to Adam, who was sitting on the other side of me, so when the manager came in and screamed at them, he kicked us out too. So I never saw the end. Fuckers. It was good to finally see the ending, even though I know what happens because I've seen La Jetée, the 1962 surreal sci-fi art film upon which Twelve Monkeys was based. I like La Jetée better. Terry Gillam does cool things with cameras and lights, though. His films always look good. Brazil is very much like that.

We rented Cool Hand Luke, too, but it was 2:15am by the time the Twelve Monkeys was over, so we went to bed instead. I'll watch that sometime this week.

Larissa and I decided to buy each other Chia Pets for Christmas. But I don't know if we're actually gonna do it or not.