We Like Fires.
"We need to get this baby lit." Rob said with a smile. I run upstairs to get a full book of matches. Run back down and rob walks in to get get a can of shoe spray. I take match out of the book one by one and lay them in the soup can. I strike the last match in my hand and hold it in front of my eyes for a second and dropped it in the can.
Earlier today.
I wake up with a pounding headache again. It was earlier than I thought it was, only about 10:00 hours. I instinctly crawl out of bed and turn on my computer monitor and start moving the mouse. Right away Keith messages me on MSN: "hey homie". Keith is my old working partner for when I worked for GreenLawn. We talk for a bit and he tells me he's starting up work again next week. That's sorta cool, I might start up a job there after I am done summer school, depends. I did my usual run of looking up blog sites, and other related gaming news sites for my daily dose of video game goodness. Apparently they showed off pictures of Nintendo's latest console, codename Revolution, at the latest Game Developer's Conference. It looks pretty weird if you ask me. One person compared it to a cable modem. Apparently they are going to reveal the name of the console pretty soon so Joystiq cause they'll have it up there first. Apparently the console will allow you to download a vast array of old nintendo titles from systems of old. Nothing I haven't been doing with emulators since Grade 10. Other neat news is the PlayStation 3 will be region free in regards to gaming. What does that mean? Those sweet japanese games will run on North American consoles.
I looked at my hands and it looks very irritated. Kinda red with flakey skin. I looked up skin diseases online and looks like it might be derma-something or a very small case of eczema. In which case I need to get some hand moisterizer to get rid of it. So I decided that I wanted to go to Shopper Drug Mart to get some Nivea cream or whatever. I looked up the weather online and it said 5 degrees celicus. That's pretty sweet! So I looked around for my baseball cap. No such luck. My room is a diaster with clothes all over the floor, recepts from ATMs, and a big pile of papers of school work. I moved everything off the floor to the bed and try to clean up the room for a bit.
Cedric walks out of his room to go up to Rob's room for a cigarette. "Hey man, wanna smoke that out on the porch?" I ask. He agrees and we both sit out by the porch. There is a small cold wind that comes and goes but not at a fast speed. I'm sitting on my usual chair spinning around once in a while. Cedric lights up a smoke with a match. I look in the recycling bins by our chairs and pull out a soup can placing it inbetween us. I stuff some old flyers into the can and light a march onto it to watch it burn. Cedric sees it about to die out so he rips some more paper and puts it on. "I'm glad I'm not the only pyro here" I say jokingly. "Oh no worries guy, I think everyone has a bit of pyro in him" He replies and we both laugh. After it keep going out we stuff leaves and dry sticks into the can and light it over and over to no avail. To my surprise Rob comes up behind me and grabs me for a scare. I jump a little bit and go "Hey ya." It's at that poing that Rob demands that this baby gets going.
So as I drop the match into the can the fire slowly fires up and small flair sounds come from within the can when the matches ignite. Rob then takes the shoe spray can and shakes then, presses down on the button and flames shoot up. Cedric stands up and walks away. Rob begins his laughter and continues to spray flammable stuff into the file causing burst and burst of flame. Eventually the fun dies out and so does the content of the spray can.
We relax some more in the sun and venture out the local Macs once in a while. Rob and myself laugh as we talk in southern accents about having a "drinking can" as a possession. It came about when Rob decided to take a can of apple juice with him when we walked to Macs.
Then I sort of just stayed inside for the most part. Watched bits and peices of A River Runs Through It. Really sad-like film that makes you think about childhood and what your future will be like.
I'm going to this Walkhome Award Ceremony at 20:00 hours today, so I'll probably will have a post about that.
So until then.
Peace.
Earlier today.
I wake up with a pounding headache again. It was earlier than I thought it was, only about 10:00 hours. I instinctly crawl out of bed and turn on my computer monitor and start moving the mouse. Right away Keith messages me on MSN: "hey homie". Keith is my old working partner for when I worked for GreenLawn. We talk for a bit and he tells me he's starting up work again next week. That's sorta cool, I might start up a job there after I am done summer school, depends. I did my usual run of looking up blog sites, and other related gaming news sites for my daily dose of video game goodness. Apparently they showed off pictures of Nintendo's latest console, codename Revolution, at the latest Game Developer's Conference. It looks pretty weird if you ask me. One person compared it to a cable modem. Apparently they are going to reveal the name of the console pretty soon so Joystiq cause they'll have it up there first. Apparently the console will allow you to download a vast array of old nintendo titles from systems of old. Nothing I haven't been doing with emulators since Grade 10. Other neat news is the PlayStation 3 will be region free in regards to gaming. What does that mean? Those sweet japanese games will run on North American consoles.
I looked at my hands and it looks very irritated. Kinda red with flakey skin. I looked up skin diseases online and looks like it might be derma-something or a very small case of eczema. In which case I need to get some hand moisterizer to get rid of it. So I decided that I wanted to go to Shopper Drug Mart to get some Nivea cream or whatever. I looked up the weather online and it said 5 degrees celicus. That's pretty sweet! So I looked around for my baseball cap. No such luck. My room is a diaster with clothes all over the floor, recepts from ATMs, and a big pile of papers of school work. I moved everything off the floor to the bed and try to clean up the room for a bit.
Cedric walks out of his room to go up to Rob's room for a cigarette. "Hey man, wanna smoke that out on the porch?" I ask. He agrees and we both sit out by the porch. There is a small cold wind that comes and goes but not at a fast speed. I'm sitting on my usual chair spinning around once in a while. Cedric lights up a smoke with a match. I look in the recycling bins by our chairs and pull out a soup can placing it inbetween us. I stuff some old flyers into the can and light a march onto it to watch it burn. Cedric sees it about to die out so he rips some more paper and puts it on. "I'm glad I'm not the only pyro here" I say jokingly. "Oh no worries guy, I think everyone has a bit of pyro in him" He replies and we both laugh. After it keep going out we stuff leaves and dry sticks into the can and light it over and over to no avail. To my surprise Rob comes up behind me and grabs me for a scare. I jump a little bit and go "Hey ya." It's at that poing that Rob demands that this baby gets going.
So as I drop the match into the can the fire slowly fires up and small flair sounds come from within the can when the matches ignite. Rob then takes the shoe spray can and shakes then, presses down on the button and flames shoot up. Cedric stands up and walks away. Rob begins his laughter and continues to spray flammable stuff into the file causing burst and burst of flame. Eventually the fun dies out and so does the content of the spray can.
We relax some more in the sun and venture out the local Macs once in a while. Rob and myself laugh as we talk in southern accents about having a "drinking can" as a possession. It came about when Rob decided to take a can of apple juice with him when we walked to Macs.
Then I sort of just stayed inside for the most part. Watched bits and peices of A River Runs Through It. Really sad-like film that makes you think about childhood and what your future will be like.
I'm going to this Walkhome Award Ceremony at 20:00 hours today, so I'll probably will have a post about that.
So until then.
Peace.
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