you can’t roll your are’s

for whatever reason, the other day and suddenly decided that I wanted to listen to this song again. of course, being half alseep at the time meant that the parts of it I could remember have been stuck in my head since then. not that you can really argue, it is pretty much an awesome mid 90s song. I’m a firm believer that that the bulk of the good music in that last twenty years came from the mid 90s. actually, let’s say that the bulk of good Canadian music came out of the mid 90s. like, original lineup I Mother Earth, Big Sugar, Moist, OLP, Matthew Good Band, yadda yadda. and i know that’s fairly relegated to the big names bands but come on, you know it’s true.

one of the women in my office has a theory. she figures that eventually all conversations turn to either sex or poop. I think this could be like Godwin’s law, except with no nazi’s and more, you know, sex and poop.

like last night after practice, a few of us went for drinks and wings. one of our jammers has gone all vegetarian and was telling us about how her body reacted at first. then one of the other girls goes “you know, vegetarians supposedly have healthier poop. yeah, if it floats it means you have a better diet and are better hydrated and if it sinks you don’t.”

so i looked at her and said “…are we really going to start talking about Hollywood’s bowel movements?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, ok.” then i turn to Hollywood and go, “so, how’s your stool? lumpy?”

poop conversations, you’re never too old for them.

i’ve hit a patch of insomnia sort of. ive started to wake up really early in the morning (say 4 or 5am) and not be able to get back to sleep. both years of my MPP degree i hardly slept at all through october. you know, like 20 hours of sleep in a week or less type thing. it sucks. i have no idea why it happened in october each year either. at least the second year i had some ativan left over from going to bangladesh i could use to help get to sleep if it was really bad. after that i started to take valerian.

you know in Fight Club when the doctor says “get some more exercise and chew some valerian root” when Ed Norton’s character asks him for sleeping pills? yeah, i got valerian pills and they smell worse than used derby gear. if you’ve never smelled used derby gear, trust me, it’s worse than that gym sock. how you’d chew it outright, i have no idea. that’d be like “hey, ima rub this rank butthole all over my face to help me sleep!”

yech.