Well we know have a dog in our family. Yep you read right. To be honest it's still taking a little time for it to sink in with me as well. He's a five year old mix of golden retriever and Aussie sheep dog. His name is Tiki and he's got long, wiry, white hair. He's really nice and extremelly well trained which is cool. We got him yesterday when my folks saw a notice for a free dog somewhere I don't know where. We phoned up the owner and went to go and take a look. When we got there we all decided that he was perfect for the house. The owner must have thought that we were coming to pick him up and bring him home with us even though we were just going to have a look. However, we decided that it would be easier for her if we took Tiki at that moment because it was obvious she was attached to him and didn't want to see him go even though she had to(she was an old woman and she couldn't keep up with Tiki anymore) so we loaded him up and took him home with us.
Tiki's already gotten used to the house. That surprised me since I thought that he'd mope around for a few days before getting used to us but he seemed fine with us as a new family after an hour or so. The only sticking point is that my cat is not happy about the whole thing. We're going to try to wean her to Tiki but it's obvious that it's going to take a lot of work to get used to the fact that we now have a dog. She's been hiding all day so far(she came out of hiding for a bit yesterday) and there's not really much we can do except wait for her to come out of hiding. So yeah the next time you come to my house expect to meet a dog.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
P.S.
Okay I can't figure out how to edit blog posts so I'll just add it here. If any of you guys write about me in your 'ten truths about ten people'(gee that sounds like a title for a play) thing then TELL me. I'm not good at figuring these things out...except for Kylan's. So please spare me a lot of head scratching and brain hurting and just tell me if you wrote about me. I promise I won't be aggravated, aggitated, or infuriated or anything like that.
.....but I still love all of ya.
I know I haven't updated my blog in awhile. The reason for this is that I usually see most of you nearly every day so if I need to say or talk about something then I'll just say or talk about it. Plus I'm not really that good at publicly talking about my feelings unless they pertain to things like zombie or vampires or whatever. However, there's been this whole 'ten things about ten people thing' going around so I figure that that's something I can put up. The only problem is that I can't really think of ten things at the minute so give me a little time......wait for it......okay I think I got something.
1. We know she's perfect. We've been hearing that she's been perfect for nearly two god damn years. Enough already!(this one's actually for multiple people)
2. You need to chill out. I mean seriously chill out. Try cutting down on the caffeine or smoke a joint or do whatever you got to do but just chill. Here try this: breathe in, breathe out, take a moment to go ahh, and repeat.
3. You seem to have forgotten when not to say things. While we all value your two cents we don't need to hear with every second sentence that is spoken.
4. I'm sorry but I just don't find you as funny as other people do. I mean whenever you get a load of laughs I can't help but think 'oh he's just being himself' but you know I still love you.
5. You're a hardass sometimes but you know when you're being a hardass and it's probably a good thing that you're a hardass or else we'd just goof off all the time when we should be concentrating on the play.
6. I really don't know what happened to you. You seemed normal when we first met but now...well now's...different and it's sometimes hard to be around you.
7. We've been friends for years and that is one of things that makes me as happy as I am. You've been there during both the good times and the bad times and I wouldn't trade our friendship for anything in the world.
8. You're a great person and I'm certain that we'll both learn how to share #7.
9. I love how I can be random around you and then you'll join in. I mean that's just awesome cabron.
10. This may sound naieve(probably spelled that wrong) to some people but all is forgiven and I still think of you as a good friend.
Well that's ten. To those who I said something negative to remember that I still love everyone and the things I said are just little things that bug me. Trust I'm not harboring any intense hatreds for anyone and when I become the next dictator you'll all be spared I promise(except for you Jordan but we both talked about it and we're both fine with it). I'll try to update more often in the future but until then don't forget to take a ride on the CA-RAZZY train. Peace out!
1. We know she's perfect. We've been hearing that she's been perfect for nearly two god damn years. Enough already!(this one's actually for multiple people)
2. You need to chill out. I mean seriously chill out. Try cutting down on the caffeine or smoke a joint or do whatever you got to do but just chill. Here try this: breathe in, breathe out, take a moment to go ahh, and repeat.
3. You seem to have forgotten when not to say things. While we all value your two cents we don't need to hear with every second sentence that is spoken.
4. I'm sorry but I just don't find you as funny as other people do. I mean whenever you get a load of laughs I can't help but think 'oh he's just being himself' but you know I still love you.
5. You're a hardass sometimes but you know when you're being a hardass and it's probably a good thing that you're a hardass or else we'd just goof off all the time when we should be concentrating on the play.
6. I really don't know what happened to you. You seemed normal when we first met but now...well now's...different and it's sometimes hard to be around you.
7. We've been friends for years and that is one of things that makes me as happy as I am. You've been there during both the good times and the bad times and I wouldn't trade our friendship for anything in the world.
8. You're a great person and I'm certain that we'll both learn how to share #7.
9. I love how I can be random around you and then you'll join in. I mean that's just awesome cabron.
10. This may sound naieve(probably spelled that wrong) to some people but all is forgiven and I still think of you as a good friend.
Well that's ten. To those who I said something negative to remember that I still love everyone and the things I said are just little things that bug me. Trust I'm not harboring any intense hatreds for anyone and when I become the next dictator you'll all be spared I promise(except for you Jordan but we both talked about it and we're both fine with it). I'll try to update more often in the future but until then don't forget to take a ride on the CA-RAZZY train. Peace out!
Friday, January 5, 2007
"Well at least I've still got legs."
Bah I say. Bah! Today I took my (second) driving test and guess what...yep I failed again. However, at least this time I didn't completely fail it was more like I barely failed. I forgot to do some stuff like use my parking brake(who regularly uses a parking brake? I mean really) and shoulder check properly(but I've got make certain that there's no one on my left side...even if I'm turning right) and I took two turns a little fast(I didn't see the slow to 30 sign honest!). Apart from that I did okay I think. I'm going to get some official lessons so I'll be ready for my next test on the 3oth.
I guess what really bugs me about not being able to drive is that as long as I've got my 'L' I can't really ask a girl out on a date. I mean think about it: when you've got a car you can just be 'I'll pick you up at (whatever time you choose)' but if you don't have a car then it's something like 'I'll be at your house at (whatever time is needed) and we can take the 44 to Country Club and....' well you get the picture. It's ridiculous! You can't ask a girl out like that. It's just not cool man.
But as they say third time is the charm and it better be or else ICBC is going to get a bomb in the mail. I remember the good old days when you just went in there, took the test, and you had your license. Bada bing, bada bang, bada boom. Then of course morons who were unfortunately mostly in our age group had to fuck it up by getting in accidents through drinking and driving which of course led to getting themselves killed(personally I think that's Darwin's law in action) so now we all have to go through this shit because of the stupid few. This of course pisses me off to no end because I can actually drive well. I drive at least four or five times a week(albeit with my dad) and I do a damn fine job. My dad thinks I do a damn fine job. It's just when I take the test I screw up a bit because I'm trying to remember all the stuff I'm supposed to do instead of just driving(I know. I know. You're all thinking I should just relax and for the most part I do. Unfortunately I still screw up. Probably because the whole thing is so official.)
You know I personally look at driving the way I look at Stagecraft. I can help build a set. I can't remember half(alright more like 90%) of the terms from the first year but whenever we're building a set I'm there doing the jobs that people tell me to do(actually it's more like I'm there when we're forced to be there. I'm going to help out more this production I promise!). As for driving I can drive well. I can drive rather well in fact but I sometimes forget things like shoulder checks(still use my mirrors though!) and I can get a bit of a heavy foot(who doesn't?) and yada yada yada.
And there you have it: my rant on driving. I've got to say I feel better after writing and I'm definitely going to feel better later tonight when I spend some quality time with a friend of mine. I'll tell you all about him later on but until then I'll say a few things. First off he's a prince of a small island off the mainland, second he's blue, and third you underestimate him at your own risk.
So until next time stay funky, don't forget to take a ride on the crazy train, and, of course, I pray you not to disturb my circles.
Peace!
I guess what really bugs me about not being able to drive is that as long as I've got my 'L' I can't really ask a girl out on a date. I mean think about it: when you've got a car you can just be 'I'll pick you up at (whatever time you choose)' but if you don't have a car then it's something like 'I'll be at your house at (whatever time is needed) and we can take the 44 to Country Club and....' well you get the picture. It's ridiculous! You can't ask a girl out like that. It's just not cool man.
But as they say third time is the charm and it better be or else ICBC is going to get a bomb in the mail. I remember the good old days when you just went in there, took the test, and you had your license. Bada bing, bada bang, bada boom. Then of course morons who were unfortunately mostly in our age group had to fuck it up by getting in accidents through drinking and driving which of course led to getting themselves killed(personally I think that's Darwin's law in action) so now we all have to go through this shit because of the stupid few. This of course pisses me off to no end because I can actually drive well. I drive at least four or five times a week(albeit with my dad) and I do a damn fine job. My dad thinks I do a damn fine job. It's just when I take the test I screw up a bit because I'm trying to remember all the stuff I'm supposed to do instead of just driving(I know. I know. You're all thinking I should just relax and for the most part I do. Unfortunately I still screw up. Probably because the whole thing is so official.)
You know I personally look at driving the way I look at Stagecraft. I can help build a set. I can't remember half(alright more like 90%) of the terms from the first year but whenever we're building a set I'm there doing the jobs that people tell me to do(actually it's more like I'm there when we're forced to be there. I'm going to help out more this production I promise!). As for driving I can drive well. I can drive rather well in fact but I sometimes forget things like shoulder checks(still use my mirrors though!) and I can get a bit of a heavy foot(who doesn't?) and yada yada yada.
And there you have it: my rant on driving. I've got to say I feel better after writing and I'm definitely going to feel better later tonight when I spend some quality time with a friend of mine. I'll tell you all about him later on but until then I'll say a few things. First off he's a prince of a small island off the mainland, second he's blue, and third you underestimate him at your own risk.
So until next time stay funky, don't forget to take a ride on the crazy train, and, of course, I pray you not to disturb my circles.
Peace!
Sunday, December 24, 2006
My Letter to Santa
Dear Santa Claus:
Dear Santa this year you probably want to know whether or not I've been naughty or nice. Well here's the news: I've been naughty....but it was worth it. So don't bring me any presents you big fat judgemental bastard.
With lots of Love and a Merry Christmas
-James Smart
Dear Santa this year you probably want to know whether or not I've been naughty or nice. Well here's the news: I've been naughty....but it was worth it. So don't bring me any presents you big fat judgemental bastard.
With lots of Love and a Merry Christmas
-James Smart
Friday, December 22, 2006
Tales From the Bathroom!
Well I finally got a blog. I didn't really think I'd do it but eventually I decided 'What the hell'. Of course I'm not really certain what to start the blog off with as I'm not really feeling philosophical at the moment so instead I guess I'll write about a funny thing that happened to me Wednesday night after the opening of a Christmas Carol.
After the show ended me, Crowder and Kylan headed out to go to Gregoire's to hang out and smoke pot(originally it was just me but the more the merrier) but we decided that we were going to need more pot. So we went and got some pot(this part isn't really important. The important part is coming up) and then shortly arrived at Jordan's.
Now I had been needing to take a piss for a bit so I immediately made a beeline for the bathroom in Jordan's loft. Automatically I closed the door because that's what we all have been trained to do. Unfortunately I closed the door too quickly before Jordan could warn me in time. It turned out that the damn thing wouldn't open after being closed because the bolt was screwed up(it wasn't catching in the door or something like that). Of course I still took the piss because hey when you gotta go you gotta go but after I finished I was presented with a problem. I was stuck in Jordan's bathroom with no way of getting out aside from a small window that would be a pain to fit through. However, Jordan had a solution, a way for me to make the door open. This solution lay in using two knives to slide the bolt back a little bit at a time. Now anyone else would have been able to do this in no time flat but of course me being me made it so that this quickly became obviously fruitless. Other, lesser, men would have quit at this point but not me. Grit, strength of character, and a burning desire to get high kept my resolution strong. I was going to get through that door and smoke pot. I realized that I was going to have to think outside of the box at this point so I went through my belongings(luckily I had taken my coat in with me) to see what I had to work with. Wallet? No. Ipod? No. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead? Definitely not. Multi-tool that I got from Leon? Aha! Now we were cooking with charcoal! For you see said multi-tool came with a screwdriver head that conveniently matched the screws that were keeping the doorknob in place. It took a few mere moments before the door was sans doorknob. Unfortunately this turned out to do about diddly squat as the door remained just as resolute to be my obstacle as I was resolute to get through it. Still I could now at least see the other guys who were working hard to get me out of there. Their dedication and hard work was truly touching I must say(and I'm not being sarcastic. It was like I was trapped under a bunch of rubble and they were the firemen trying to get me out.). Anyway I turned my attention back to the door once again thinking outside the box. It was at that point that someone suggested(I think it was Kylan) to pop out the hinges. Brilliant! After receiving a hammer I got to work. The first one came out easily but the second and third were tricky devils but in the end the forces of good prevailed and I popped them out. Then in a stunning show of strength Kylan busted the door open and we all celebrated by getting really stoned, first with joints and then on the bong(oh Madam you are a cruel she).
So that's what happened to me on Wednesday night as well as my first blog post. It was an awesome get together and I had loads of fun kicking ass as a Jedi in Star Wars: Battlefront II. Light Side for Life!
Come back later for more adventures/philosphical expositions/rants/whatever and don't forget: I pray you to not disturb my circles.
After the show ended me, Crowder and Kylan headed out to go to Gregoire's to hang out and smoke pot(originally it was just me but the more the merrier) but we decided that we were going to need more pot. So we went and got some pot(this part isn't really important. The important part is coming up) and then shortly arrived at Jordan's.
Now I had been needing to take a piss for a bit so I immediately made a beeline for the bathroom in Jordan's loft. Automatically I closed the door because that's what we all have been trained to do. Unfortunately I closed the door too quickly before Jordan could warn me in time. It turned out that the damn thing wouldn't open after being closed because the bolt was screwed up(it wasn't catching in the door or something like that). Of course I still took the piss because hey when you gotta go you gotta go but after I finished I was presented with a problem. I was stuck in Jordan's bathroom with no way of getting out aside from a small window that would be a pain to fit through. However, Jordan had a solution, a way for me to make the door open. This solution lay in using two knives to slide the bolt back a little bit at a time. Now anyone else would have been able to do this in no time flat but of course me being me made it so that this quickly became obviously fruitless. Other, lesser, men would have quit at this point but not me. Grit, strength of character, and a burning desire to get high kept my resolution strong. I was going to get through that door and smoke pot. I realized that I was going to have to think outside of the box at this point so I went through my belongings(luckily I had taken my coat in with me) to see what I had to work with. Wallet? No. Ipod? No. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead? Definitely not. Multi-tool that I got from Leon? Aha! Now we were cooking with charcoal! For you see said multi-tool came with a screwdriver head that conveniently matched the screws that were keeping the doorknob in place. It took a few mere moments before the door was sans doorknob. Unfortunately this turned out to do about diddly squat as the door remained just as resolute to be my obstacle as I was resolute to get through it. Still I could now at least see the other guys who were working hard to get me out of there. Their dedication and hard work was truly touching I must say(and I'm not being sarcastic. It was like I was trapped under a bunch of rubble and they were the firemen trying to get me out.). Anyway I turned my attention back to the door once again thinking outside the box. It was at that point that someone suggested(I think it was Kylan) to pop out the hinges. Brilliant! After receiving a hammer I got to work. The first one came out easily but the second and third were tricky devils but in the end the forces of good prevailed and I popped them out. Then in a stunning show of strength Kylan busted the door open and we all celebrated by getting really stoned, first with joints and then on the bong(oh Madam you are a cruel she).
So that's what happened to me on Wednesday night as well as my first blog post. It was an awesome get together and I had loads of fun kicking ass as a Jedi in Star Wars: Battlefront II. Light Side for Life!
Come back later for more adventures/philosphical expositions/rants/whatever and don't forget: I pray you to not disturb my circles.
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