I spent the whole day yesterday in tremblant to relax, get my back massaged and all. I felt wonderful after…

BUT … when I came back the same night I started feeling the same pain again… but on the other side of my back ! Great, 100 $ just to MOVE the pain. The problems is also that the pain is much sharper and seems to be ALWAYS there… doesn’t stop or give me a F-ing break!…

Rah.

You might noticed I pretty much stopped writting all together. Summer’s here, ladies are out and i’m busy with random stuff.

Here’s a cool video of a asian dude who covered an old classic song into some sort of melodic metal. It’s pretty cool. This is actually a compilation of 40 players who does it:

Darned! I’ve been getting those fake comments on my blog for the past 2-3 weeks, it’s rather annoying. Like a kid on christmas that opens a playstation 2 box only to find an N64 inside…

On an another note, I’m trying to perfect brian setzer’s hairstyle on me. Quite a difficult task…. Especially if you look at “where he went wrong…”

And where he’s got it all (I mean look at that f-ing guitar !!! And look at the rod in the back ! Gawd damned some have it all)

I don’t know when i’ll be back for more blah blah … I’m actually thinking about moving, writting songs and becoming a rock-star… hahaha yeah i’ll keep you posted on that.

I’ve got some stuff going on lately. I’m taking a second break from posting articles and such for some reasons:

- The heat. I love the winter… but good god! I’m boiling in my room 8-)…
- Need to update my portfolio… I’m really backed-up on this. I’ve been meaning to update this for a while.

I’ll post some pictures of my portfolio maybe so you can tell me what you think and such

And suggestion

So I started taking pictures again but with the same concept as always; I take my camera with me at random moment and I just snap my friends away in different moments and such.

So tell me what you think about those (They are huge… might take a while to load):

Mind you, my “models” usually aren’t models at all and they also usually hate it hehe. I also know those are far from perfect… but I ain’t a real photograph either ;).
Also, do NOT get your pictures developped at a “Centre Japonnais de la photo”. They do HORRIBLE work. They edited my pictures to such a state I almost wanted to scream at them! They blasted the contrast and fucked the lighting. I mean I took pictures at 11 pm at night, and the blasted them so much that they look like they were took at 6 am. Rah!

I’m sick. AGAIN. Yeah, this time around it’s just your common cold. But it makes me grumpy and I can’t focus on something for more then 5 minutes. I try to do 75 things at once… and end up doing none of them.

Also, sorry for not posting the second part of the story quickly, i’m just too sick to care hahaha. Well, i’ll try to make it really quick and easy this post (though this was the “funny” part)

Let Me Out Of Here !! Part II

So me, Martine and my cousin get out of the swing club and towards my car. As usual, I have a craving for strawberry milkshake (I don’t know… there seems to be a mental link between strawberry milkshake and swing in my head… eh.). So, we went straight to the McDoh. 6 $ laters (1$ for the hobo at the the door that guilted me into giving him some cash… Rah.) we were off to get the car.

I parked into a indoor shopping-center parking lot. I love those. 6 $ and no hassle about finding a spot and all. Thing is, I tried a new one this time… and Mart and I (cousin went her way to her car) that the sign next to the door says “From 6 am … to 12 pm“. It was 12h10. With a surprised look, Mart looked at me and said “… You’re car is trapped in there for the night. Omg.”. Half a heartbeat passed until I went… “FUCK!!!!” Immediately, fished my cellphone in my pants. It was barely alive. It had a battery line (you know the dreaded red little bar that makes you go “Damn! I should’ve charged it…”). Call my cousin in utter panic trying to explain where we are and what happened. With a sigh, she agrees to come pick us up (she was 2-3 streets away). As soon as I hang up, the big door opens (a car was comming out of it). Still tweaking from the earlier adrenaline, I scream at Mart: “Stay here and wait for my cousin! I’ll get the car!” as I leave my ex-gf on a street corner in a 50’s kind of dress (that was very stupid… but thank god nothing happened).

So I dive under the door (apparently, my head was an inch away from bumping on it) and start running in the parking lot. I thought to myself, there might be a delay on the door for it to open when a car comes close… Fetch the keys, start the car and drive to the underground gate. Problem #1: There is NOBODY in sight and a closed gate in front of me. The toll booth is empty with a big electronic sign that says “CLOSED”. I’m thrilling on adrenaline so I decided “Fuck it! I’m leaving this shit hole.” so I put my cash on the electronic sign (even when i’m being completely irrational, I’m respectful of the law… hahaha) and slowly advance my car under the plastic/wood gate. Contrary to most hollywood movie, it did a little like at the car wash, following the curves of my car (I checked later and the push was so soft that it barely moves the little dirty I had on my car. Nice.).

Fuckin’ a! I passed the problem so I begin to jolt towards the big main gate (the one I dived under earlier on)… just to find out that… It won’t open. At all. Nothing. Nada. Zit! My cousin keep trying to call me on my cell, but now I can pick it up (since I wasn’t under the ground anymore… just stuck behind that blasted door). In an utterly desperate voice, I try to explain to her that i’m stuck inside the parking lot behind the door. I remember screaming and swearing a lot… I even tried physicly to push the door up… I also tried to find a button or something without any success. But right then… RIGHT THEN (after 2 minutes of utter and complete freak-out) a guard appears from behind a little window about 7 feets up off the floor. He knocks like crazy asking me “What the fuck are you doing here!” (or something like that). But as I try to answer, he dissapears from my sight! ARGH!

Here’s the painful part; I hear a kind-of-french grumble (spoken by the spanish-looking guard) from comming from “the intercom”. Not knowing where the hell it is, I start screaming the response to the questions that I can barely understand… He must’ve thought I was crazy since I was running around trying to know where the hell does the voice came from. After a minute of complete misunderstanding and unclear questions, I find the little box (that was in plain sight the whole time). It’s loud… VERY loud. After I back up from it and notice that the guy has horrible french , I try talking to him in english. Here we go… that’s a bit better! But after a couple of question about how I came up and which door I used (didn’t get that one… I still don’t.) the noise dissapears. Just RIGHT THEN… another car slowly comes up the ramp behind me. Thank god, he didn’t come 3 minutes earlier between my crazy screaming and running around. But if he did 4 minutes ago, that would’ve been very helpful.

As I start mumbling fast question at the guy in the car like “do you have the key to open the door? I just want to get OUT OF HERE!” … the guard finally opens the main door. With a little relief, I walk towards my car. I can’t even sit down in it before the guards almost jumps in front of it.

“How did you get out ?!”
“Well, I went under the gate… I even left money and …”
“What?!? Did you break it?”
“No! No! There was enough space for me to squeeze under.”
“Alright, come back down.”
“WHAT!” (at this point I though he was going to say “You have to leave your car here for the night … since it’s locked… bla bla blah”)
“I want to make sure that the gate ain’t broke”
With huge relief “Oh that ? Pft, sure.”

So, I get out to let the other car behind me get out. As I do, I give a hand sign to Martine to wait a minute. She’s still waiting for me at the corner street and looks at me very with a very confused look as I do a U-turn to get back down that god awful ramp (thank god it was a secondary street and not st-catherines… There was still enough people for it to be safe without to many crazies or drunks. As we were right next to that church near laBaie I was scared that she would get heckled by drunk jackasses…). In I was, AGAIN. I drive back down to the first stupid plastic gate. This time, there’s another car waiting there… TO PAY. So, I wait my turn behind the guy and see the guard running down, taking the money, and waiving the other car to go.

My turn! I drive up to the guy. Completely busted on adrenaline, I start explaining what I did, where I put the money, how I squeeze under and of course, how scared I was of being stuck inside. After checking my ticket, seeing the little pile of money on the thing, he looks at me. I think he was relieved that I wasn’t somekind of car-stealer or tweaked out kid. He looked at me and said:

“You do know you almost bumped your head on the main door, right?” … God, he saw me get in.
“You’re pretty legal for a guy who snuck in (playing with the 6 $ I left on the thing) … but next time, use the night entrance…“

As I drove away, I couldn’t laugh because I was so stressed out and still a bit in panic… but…

THERE WAS AN UNLOCKED DOOR ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FUCKING PARKING LOT !!!!

So I picked up a laughing Martine (well she laughed after I explained a little. I mean she did spend 15 minutes waiting on a street-corner alone without too much of a clue about how i’m freaking out inside…) and slowly, VERY slowly, drove back home with a raging headache and painful feet (I had to run/jump/etc. in my 2tones Dr.Martens swing shoes… the same shoes I wore all night to dance). Also, since I was pumping adrenaline, I didn’t notice my very painful left ankle (I couldn’t even participate in the swing contest this week-end )

The lesson I pulled from all of this?

There is no locked underground parking lot.

They just close the ENTRY door after a certain hour. Dumbass.

Wow, I wanted to make this short… but this is VERY long hahaha. If you read it, leave me a comment. Like do you like that kind of stupid-blog adventure thing? Or you like better my article and such. Talk to me people!