freakpirate

Anticipation is totally brutal. I have the patience of a small child. That said, it's nice to have things to look forward to instead of just dreading waking up every morning. I don't think I've been this mentally healthy in a long time.

So what do I have to look forward to? Well I'm glad you asked! (And even if you didn't, tough shit. My journal.)

This weekend I'll be darting down to Calgary to see Michele and danny_g's production of The Three Musketeers. I just have to bribe my brother enough to get the car. Or you know... steal it in the night...

Summer. Oh summer. Time of beautiful weather, better work, bigger paycheques and shorter skirts. I love Canada (and Edmonton in particular) but sometimes I question the wisdom of living in such a frigid land.

Against Me! are coming to town on the 30th. I'm going to get my face rocked off. I want to go see Sparta and Moneen on the 26th but there's a question of funds and right now I'm looking at little short. Sigh. But who knows... maybe I'll get lucky.

Choir tour. A big drunken, musical gong show. Several days stuck on a bus in the middle of fuck-all-nowhere with nothing but rum some of my best friends to keep me company.

There's a lot more but I'm afraid I'm already jinxing myself. Plus some of it is secret and frankly none of your damn business.