one of life's proudest moments: brother gives the finger to the leader of the free world

booyakasha!

we were up early and rarin' to go to be part of the largest protest the city's seen. among the thousands present, i managed to see most everyone i expected to see there. it was pretty rad, and inevitably a bit disorganized when put into practise. communication is pretty tough when there are three times as many people as there are in my hometown. fuck! one of the organizers got our hopes up by letting us know that there were more protesters in halifax than in ottawa yesterday which was frankly a load of shit, but whatev. we did boast large numbers fer sure. it was so adorable how the kids in the window of the discovery centre were waving and giving us peace signs. it was beautiful that there were families there. at the rally, a nova scotia cattle farmer said that he was losing a geezis ton of money, but that supporting bush is too high of a price to pay for his small personal losses (i was pretty broken up at this). take that you twerpass backward alberta beef farmers! the weather was the best i've seen for almost any protest that i've been involved with. it seems they've all been invariably pissy with rain, slushy with snow, fucknuts cold or christly hot. today's weather was the porridge that goldilocks would've chosen if she were picking protest weather. or course i didn't get to see ol' george, altho i didn't expect it either. i ate sushi and dio mio with kelsey which was awesome. so later when blake wakes up he's like, "so, i didn't tell you, eh?" and i was all like, "whut?" and he was all like "so i saw george bush today." and i was like, "shit, dude-- you were with me the whole time, how the fuck did..." and apparently "he drove by with this motorcade which had like one of everything -- like even an ambulance-- no, not an important american ambulance-- one of ours-- yup, someone in the hrm will probably die today because george bush needed an ambulance reserved just in case-- so i saw him and he was waving and i waved back, but of course not with all five fingers and there were some high school kids and they were like i can't believe he's waving, i mean come on-- what the fuck-- and it was so great." so then i was like where the hell was this? and apparenly it was robie street, and there were peeps around representin' with the signs still, which was killer.

then later i fucked around here, reading, trying to stay awake, listening to scandanavian symphonic metal-- pretty, melancholy and luckily without any rotten memories attached (so far) and then later he who is determined to steal my toque came over and we watched trees lounge which is an awesome steve buschemi flick, pretty fucked and funny and worth a videe. a good time. we got fucking soaked on quinpool rd (ok, so we were jumping in lake-puddles) and i had to give him a bunch of clothes because the poor fellow biked here in the pissing rain. i gave him a cool black hoodie that was given to me because i was wet because i fell in a lake (ok, trevor fucking sank the canoe-- remember when?).

i want more rice.