Regarding the 65th anniversary of D-Day, I think the following quote sums up how I feel:
"The respect I hold for those brave soldiers heading for a possibly untimely death for the sake of their beliefs, their country, and ultimately their governmental orders, cannot ever be effectively conveyed in constructive sentence."
I found a bunch of old pictures of my family from 40-60 years ago. I want to scan and post some of them.
I have the day off tomorrow, I plan on enjoying some good time in the sun since it's supposed to be a nice day. I start a new job in a little less than a fortnight, in an immunology lab (I just got my BSc, major in biochemistry). I'm excited yet anxious for that to begin, as I always am whenever I start a new job. I'll likely be pulling 50+ hours a week too. Must have fun now while I still can...
I have been having a lot of fun this past week. I went to La Festival Mondial de la Bière Montreal on Wednesday and Thursday; I wanted to go Friday as well, but I ended up spending the day with a friend instead. I could have gone in the evening, but it's so fucking popular that by 6pm, it's practically impossible to get in, or move if you actually do get in. It's probably better I didn't go because I've dropped over a hundred bucks in two days at that place. God damn, I love Beerfest. I actually have some pictures from Wednesday, I should post a couple.
Friday was fun because the friend I spent time with was hosting a British tourist at her house for about a week, and she flew out to London that evening. We chilled out on the very western tip of the island, and had a beer by the water. When we escorted her to the airport, my friend and I realized we still had two beers left each to drink before I went downtown. Armed with two vide glass iced tea bottles, I semi-subtly filled the bottles with the remaining beers in a bathroom stall. I have the best luck too: just as I start the deed, a security guard walks into the stall next to mine to use the bathroom. I freeze, fearing that any clanging of the glass bottles would arise suspicion, my friend waiting outside the whole time. She took her fucking sweetass time, too. But we made it out safely, caught the bus to the major terminus, and sat outside drining out beers, sharing some smokes, and chatting away. It was amazing. I felt like I was in high school again. Good times. I then ended up downtown and later on crashed a friend's party for a couple of hours.
I finish with Soul Sacrifice: (At the very least, fast forward to 3:05 and watch the drum solo! It's also fun to watch Carlos Santana play his guitar, since he's frying his balls off on LSD)
Edit: Also, thanks to those who wished me well while I was mad sick last week! I still have a cough, but I'm a LOT better. =)
"The respect I hold for those brave soldiers heading for a possibly untimely death for the sake of their beliefs, their country, and ultimately their governmental orders, cannot ever be effectively conveyed in constructive sentence."
I found a bunch of old pictures of my family from 40-60 years ago. I want to scan and post some of them.
I have the day off tomorrow, I plan on enjoying some good time in the sun since it's supposed to be a nice day. I start a new job in a little less than a fortnight, in an immunology lab (I just got my BSc, major in biochemistry). I'm excited yet anxious for that to begin, as I always am whenever I start a new job. I'll likely be pulling 50+ hours a week too. Must have fun now while I still can...
I have been having a lot of fun this past week. I went to La Festival Mondial de la Bière Montreal on Wednesday and Thursday; I wanted to go Friday as well, but I ended up spending the day with a friend instead. I could have gone in the evening, but it's so fucking popular that by 6pm, it's practically impossible to get in, or move if you actually do get in. It's probably better I didn't go because I've dropped over a hundred bucks in two days at that place. God damn, I love Beerfest. I actually have some pictures from Wednesday, I should post a couple.
Friday was fun because the friend I spent time with was hosting a British tourist at her house for about a week, and she flew out to London that evening. We chilled out on the very western tip of the island, and had a beer by the water. When we escorted her to the airport, my friend and I realized we still had two beers left each to drink before I went downtown. Armed with two vide glass iced tea bottles, I semi-subtly filled the bottles with the remaining beers in a bathroom stall. I have the best luck too: just as I start the deed, a security guard walks into the stall next to mine to use the bathroom. I freeze, fearing that any clanging of the glass bottles would arise suspicion, my friend waiting outside the whole time. She took her fucking sweetass time, too. But we made it out safely, caught the bus to the major terminus, and sat outside drining out beers, sharing some smokes, and chatting away. It was amazing. I felt like I was in high school again. Good times. I then ended up downtown and later on crashed a friend's party for a couple of hours.
I finish with Soul Sacrifice: (At the very least, fast forward to 3:05 and watch the drum solo! It's also fun to watch Carlos Santana play his guitar, since he's frying his balls off on LSD)
Edit: Also, thanks to those who wished me well while I was mad sick last week! I still have a cough, but I'm a LOT better. =)
Current Mood: 
restless
restlessCurrent Music: Royksopp - You Don't Have a Clue
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