She likes to sit in silence

I've kept my self occupied these past couple of days. Monday I mixed some of my favourite things together: pot and video games. Erik and I would have beaten Mario 3 if the Nintendo didn't crap out on me. Claire and Julia joined us sometime after. We smoked some more and went to Adelphia's, where we ate and watched synchronised diving, which is by far one of the coolest events; anything which involves sexy looking guys in nothing but a Speedo is considered to be a cool, nay, sexy-cool event. But I digress. Following the stuffing of our faces at the restaurant, we went back to my house where Claire became a little huffy over video games--and then tried to hog playing Tetris. It was amusing to say the least.

The next day Dan picked me up and we headed of to Toronto where much wondering took place as we had no idea what to do. I invested in a new tongue stud, which feels incredibly different…I didn't realise how heavy the steel tongue stud was. Also, Dan was nice enough to treat me to lunch--very appreciated on this end.

Following this was a dinner at my grandmother's, which was then followed by a trip to Hamilton to visit Duncan. We did a small pub-crawl, where somewhat heated discussions took place at each pub. I set things straight, and Duncan didn't like the fact that I was right on more than one issue--or that I made any kind of logical sense.

That night I was getting ready to sleep on his floor. Picture this: a wooden floor with three couch cushions resting lazily together. This is what I slept on. Duncan invited me to sleep in his bed, where the reasoning behind this offer could be one of two things: to pretend to be two lovers sleeping in close proximity of each other; or he was being nice because the floor was pretty uncomfortable. Seeing as I could sleep standing on my head, I put the floor in its place and fell asleep on it. Duncan also told me that he loved me before drifting off into a somewhat sombre, drunk-induced sleep. This put me in a cave where I had to carefully tip-toe out of. I treated the "I love you" as something someone would say to a really good friend--and I think it was the right way to go about it.

The next morning I awoke with a hammer doing its thing in my head. Nothing two Advils couldn't fix though. Anyways. Kicked it around his room before heading back home. On my walk home from the train station I noticed the following: trees turning colour; and a dog that walked an inch from the ground. THe former scared me--I'm still waiting for fucking summer--and the latter amused me.

On the way home I came up with some sort of story idea--I promised Duncan that I would join him in his quest to write a 50 thousand word story for that thingymado in November, and coming up with an idea seemed like a good place to start.

On another note, I've been smoking too much pot lately. I'm up to once or even twice a day. It's not that I smoke a lot; the amount smoked each time is pretty small. But still. I blame the extreme boredom I've been drowning in.

I've found the lack of sex has made me eat and masturbate more frequently--sometimes I'm touching myself three-times a day. True story. Probably too much information, but I don't care.

And now I'm just rambling so I'll just cut this entry he-