A whole lot can happen in a month...Hell, a single day.

This month started off with a bang...or maybe i should say crash. (oo bad puns) A very steep hill and a very fast SnowyBike equaled two chin stitches and an obliterated hand for a Jacky. A week later, I got the stitches removed. The day after that, my left foot got stuck in the front spoke of my bike and I flipped head first once again into the pavement. The foot was the worst that time, but needless to say Snowy was a little worse for wear too. A week later, someone cut her lock outside Colleen and Eric's. Rest In Peace, little racer. But of course it was for the best--I needed to stop riding her anyways. Was always kinda unsafe and really fast :P So now, with the help of Bike Pirates, (www.bikepirates.com check them out!) I've put together a bike I like to call Lenny, The Lenton. A beautiful blue raleigh, not really built for speed but she's pretty and I'm taking it easy for awhile, hah...

And as if I couldn't talk about bikes any more, last night was Critical Mass, which went superbly. To tell the truth I can't believe it was my first one. I think I've been working every time it's went on before. Amazing idea, wonderful people, a little bit of temper flare when Geoff was rammed by a moped...hah but always exhilerating.
In other news, I extended my undercut. And gave myself bangs. Wicked.

I've been eating crazy amounts of fruits lately. Can you eat too much fruit? It doesn't seem possible. Grapes are the candy of the fruit world.
Hitchhiking with Julz to Newfoundland in T- minus 9 days! I've got my travellin' pants, and my comfy sneakers. Just add beef jerky to that list and I'm set for two weeks ^.^
There's a billion other things, but I might remember them later.
-Jacky.

There's only one excuse--I drank too much absinthe last night.

-Jacky

You can live under a bag your whole life--but the days go by and eventually you're left with paper mulch. Just cry away the hours. One day you'll look up through the pulpits and realise your grapefruit tastes like cardboard.

I needed an inplus of premium human liver. It had to be the best quality or it destroyed the plan. The Plan!! Double-plus good versions of guitar solos across my chest cavity...Make it sing! (If only my heart could play a melody for you...it would be the most beautiful thing...Just make your lungs swell up with the flavour. Know its overwhelming control over your senses.)

And who would orchestrate this? Let's just all light the bong, man--get higher and higher and I'm lifted into the clouds...Just play like a child in the dark rooms...hide and seek in those many rooms with the blonde boy from the trailer park. We scared ourselves and that was the point. I knew so many phantoms in those halls--Christian missonaries who haunted my nightmares.

I used to be think the Devil lived under my bed. That was my greatest fear of the eigth year. Not the boogie man. The Devil. What the hell.

I need a glass of water--the wicked-cool type. So many germs lurking above you.

Wash behind your ears!!

-J

SO!

Amazing weekend. Friday night I ate a bunch of fungi and had the most fun ever with very little. Never knew a spoon and blacklights could keep me giggling so long...
Saturday I finally woke up after very little sleep and proceeded to freak out, because people would be showing up at my house for a bbq/party about 3 hours from that time. Got booze. Got food. Cleaned shit up, and people apparently had a wicked awesome time at my party. I passed out pretty early I must say. Too much substance and not enough sleep in the little ol' Jacky ^.^
Sunday was spent generally being lazy. Recovering. Cleaning up the amazing mess partiers left behind. It was astounding--I forget how messy parties are sometimes.
And now today, on to the beer bottle returning...monies monies monies!
I wish work would call...Film industry if you're reading this: GIVE ME WORK! MONEY! GIMME GIMME!

sigh. Altogether pretty much out of it. Later days...

-Jackyyyyyyyyyy

Once I was ten and was staying the summer at my dad's house in Wallaceburg. He had air conditioning and I had a side-ponytail and a newt named speckles. He was a fire-belly. It was sunny that day. I challenged the upstairs neighbour-kid to a bike ride out of the city limits. Wasn't that far any way you headed. We sped towards the dustiest road we could find and I left Speckles outside in his plastic house to catch some rays. I remember that ride so vividly--it's as if I dreamt it just last night. The sky was so blue and hot. I'm sure I was going on heat-stroked by the end of that day. We went east and east and east, and there were dirty road signs; illegible. Farms and farmhouses and out of one a big Rottweiler came stampeding down a gravel driveway. He seemed like a hell-hound to ten year old me--The neighbour boy and I screamed and rode as fast as our little chickenlegs could pedal. The dog snapped at my heels and ate dust as we flew away. My screams turned to giggles. We kept going and going, Creeks intersected the dust and sun, one little oasis after another. We stopped a few times for shade and tried to catch toads. The boy was better at it. At one stop I drank the very last of my water and shaded my eyes from the sun just as a giant heron rose up from the creekbed. It was greyish blue and had the most regal appearance in an animal I had ever witnessed, besides in nature films. The sun was almost completely gone from the sky by the time we finally inched our way back to our respective summer dwellings. Locking my bike up behind my father's townhouse, I remembered Speckles. The poor thing had perished in the blazing heat that afternoon. I sobbed all night. The next day the man at the petstore was sympathetic and let me have another for free. That one lived longer but I think it had a heart attack in the end back at mom's place. But that's another story. Rest in Peace, Speckles.