So... I haven't been around for about 2 years. Suddenly today I decided I might as well have a place to put the new stuff I'm working on. I scrapped/stored almost all of my gallery, because that's all old shit and I've gotta start on new stuff. That's basically it. I have some cool projects planned and a good camera now, so any of you who've forgotten about me, well you're in for a treat.

I've been back from Calgary for a while now. It was a good time, learned a lot. I'm not going to be submitting much from it, because everything was huge, but I might take pictures of one or two of them. I haven't been coming on here for a while now, it just doesn't really seem that important. I don't really talk to most of the people who would read these things, so I don't really care if they see what I'm up to. I don't do much anyways, and people just seem to use the internet as a place to gather ammunition these days. XD But I can't just leave it as a goodbye message, I'm back now!

I've been really good, for anyone who does care. Summer is glorious, and all is well.

Me and Joey are going to go get our noses pierced on Sunday, that should be good times. I may be getting all my hair chopped off on Monday, that probably won't. But I might chicken out. At least some of it is getting gone, though.

So this is farewell. At least for a month or so.

It doesn't mean much since I really don't update often enough anymore, but I figured I'd send the word out anyways. Don't expect to hear from me for the next while. But when I get back I'll have so so many new things.

Everyone have a lovely summer.

xoxo

Rio

I guess my not journalling for such a long time has caught up with me. This'll be the last one for a while at least, I just don't really like having big long things of random events on my page. It's not like anyone really reads them anyhow. The only exciting thing that has happened to me within the past two hours is my power going out. Pouf, out, then right back on. So there's your phantom update.

Everyone go watch Grindhouse. There, now my journal has meaning.

Well well, the weekend went better than I expected it to. On Friday I went to my uncle's show and sold merch for him and The Beefeeders. It's just a shame I had to find out that they rule so long after Murray quit the band. Anyways, all the bands that played that night were pretty good. I wish I would have danced more, but I was kind of tired. I think I'm going to offer to sell stuff at all of Shane's shows, it was fun. We went back to his house after and watched Pan's Labyrinth and ate donairs, meal of kings. I was pretty dead at work the next morning, but I kept busy, so it was alright.

Then, on Saturday, Chloe took me back to the Back Draught to see the Mcgowan Family Band, which was pretty sweet. I've come to the conclusion that Chloe likes to try and get me drunk, but that's okay. I love going out with her, she pays for all my drinks. She stayed with me this weekend, it was fun.

Then comes Sunday.. Sinead was planning on throwing a party, which I was totally stoked for, but last minute it got canceled because people had no where to sleep. So I called up Johanne and we hopped a bus to Mill Hoods and headed out to Jaclyn's place, for her birthday party. I thought it was going to be really weird and awkward, and that I wouldn't know anyone there and it would be lame, but I started drinking early and it turned out really good. Nathan showed up to DJ, which ruled. I didn't think that I'd danced that much, but I've been walking like a gimp for the past 2 days, so I guess I'm wrong. I don't think Jaclyn is very pleased with me though, I tried to have a shower at 4/5 ish in the morning when everyone was trying to sleep, apparently that wasn't cool.

When I got home, I found out that Chloe had found an abandoned kitten, which I don't have much to say about, it was just fucking adorable. It was only a few weeks old, and she had to feed it with a straw, and it was so cute. I don't know what's happening to it now. She is trying to keep it, but I think Suzanne shot that plan down.

A few weeks ago I went out to the Roost with Trina, mom and Chloe, and the DJ played a ridiculously sweet version of Man After Midnight, and now I can't stop listening to ABBA. It's so much sweeter than the song Madonna ripped it off for. Don't get me wrong, I love Madonna. But in a chair throwing wrestling match, man after midnight would kick hung up's ass.