not quite insomniac.

plenty of people live off of less sleep than i acquire nightly, but last nights under 2 hours is starting to hit pretty bad. i'm really fucking tierd. but i just wanted to write about the fact that ...hmm. wait not a whole lot happened tonight. Glen called me, then I got steph and we wandered around Wal-Fart and actually made it quite fun for the amount of..not fun. that is supposed to be had there. We were picking up random things and running after eachother with horrible scented perfume. good times. After that we had a little food and went towards Emily's. I wanted to go to her place cause I think she's really quite cool. Plus we had nothing to do on top of it. We parked and I had the adress by memory incorrectly and lost the phone number paper also. So we walked around the cold streets of Vancouver for a while and I managed to get her phone number and we found her place. while attempting to find the number, we were standing infront of this house where there was a band playing, which wasn't all too bad. None of the passers by invited us in though! Bastards. This dog was insanely barking at us so i said "woahk, chill dog" hah and it was definatly a well deserved high five right there! So not much happened there and we headed back, got to use 2 seedy crack lit bathrooms at gas stations, the kind where you dont even want to touch the door handle to get in to it, and especially dont want to touch the tap to even attempt turning on the water. You want to get in there, and get the fuck out without touching anything if possible. shit. The way back we went to Trevor's and saw the whole bunch of people steph and I hadn't seen together for about a full 4 months, pretty crazy. People slowly faded into the fact that Family Guy was on TV, but I couldn't see it. I would have been content either way. ok, we came home and now i'm fucking tierd. so off i go.