but this cheered me up:

link'd!

so...

turns out that while i was at work on friday, dr. chong called my parents and said he had my results. he also said that i should call him back immediately to discuss. he couldn't tell my parents due to legal whatever. my parents didn't tell me until after i was done my shift and dr. chong's office had closed. he wasn't open on the weekend, and i called today to find out what was wrong with me. turns out i don't find out 'til thursday 'cos i had to make an appointment to discuss.

'call back immediately'.

this doesn't sit well with me. and lord knows i don't need this stress right now what with finals, money troubles, work, band playing shows and all other obligations.

and on top of me having a dream where two of my best friends killed each other to get to heaven. i really want to write more about that and get it out of me, but it sounds way too fucked up so i don't think i will. please, someone ask me about this in real life.

also, pray my heart's okay.

thanks,
urbanski

this is my matt ross themed blog update. he is awesome. this is a picture of matty jumping into black. i need to photoshop this and make it look like matty is jumping into a pile of something funny. help me brainstorm.


this is matty at the pub. he is drinking a beer. this is the one time matty came to pub with me and warren this semester. it was a fun night. we ended up getting baked on the skytrain and pushing over signs at superstore. i've never felt like i was more still in high school.


i know i've posted this before, but this is the matty post, so this is a matty picture. i still love this picture because he represents what i love about vancouver. happy vancouver everyone.

so everyone who reads this, who is essentially everyone i talk to on a regular basis:
i'm playing a show next saturday. it will go down at the pic pub (pender and seymour). i will be playing with the gallows tree. this will be the first show with the original line-up in almost two years. the cover will be about seven bucks. i don't know what time it starts, but i will post a bulletin on myspace once i know.

please make it out if you can. this is my favorite band i'm in, or at least the most accomplished.

much luh,
urbanski

this is from the night i met amanda. i was going to my brother's place 'cos i had to sleep there in order to have an easier time getting to work in the morning. on my way there from my parents' place, i received a call from cameron maitland informing me of this burlesque party on hastings. i figured i had nothing better to do and armed with a lacoste shirt, polaroid camera and a skateboard i went there. i happened to wait patiently and took this picture of amanda being crazy, but somewhat stoic, with vicky.

i just came up with an idea for a photography project i'd like to work with warren on.
the last one in which i posed in weird places with a neat suit on worked out quite well, and, if given more time, i'm sure the milkshake-dumped-on-indie-kid project would've been spectacular, but as it stands was simply only awesome.

this new one would either be a holgaroid or polaroid series of photographs of me fighting things i can't win against.

ideas so far:
-ian vs. the hill he lives on
-ian vs. a beer
-ian vs. his term paper
-ian vs. the internet

Scaring Warren
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Ingredients:

1 cup - perfect timing
3/4 L - intimidating phrase
1 tbsp - silent approach
2 servings - headphones w/ iPod
1 whole, unshucked Warren Haas(tm)
1 sudden, forceful grab (optional)

Directions:

1. take your perfect timing (best late at night, preferably after Warren has been talking about getting mugged and/or killed) and stay at a length behind your Warren Haas(tm).

2. ensure that your Warren Haas is fully mixed with the headphones and iPod. slowly add your tablespoon of silent approach.

3. once behind your Warren Haas, quickly add your intimidating phrase. for best results add a sudden and forceful grab adds much at this time.

4. your Scared Warren will be ready immediately.

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this thoroughly convinces me avril tapes her boobs down and moonlights as the singer from 'my chemical romance.' i mean, they both look like fucking raccoons. what the hell?

have they ever been photographed together?

it's really pervy for me to have such a huge crush on her, isn't it?

this is my series of cameron maitland photographs. this first one is from cam's 'brb' party from the summer. it was a fine night out at the royal. it was a sunday night, and it was completely empty. kellen wanted to fight me, and it was the first time he and i met. we ended up not fighting, but, in fact, shaking hands. oh, what progress humanity has had. do you 'have' progress? fuck. i don't know.


this is from cam's birthday. it seems the only time i go out and care about things are when cam is involved. *heart*. this night was weird, but beforehand when it was just me, cam, yuka (pictured on cam's lap), warren and jason sitting around watching 'undeclared' and drinking, i was happy.


i know cam is barely in this photo, but it is also from the 'brb' party, but also with matty ross and kelsey pictured. oh matty ross. i haven't seen you in ages. and i miss you. tune in next post for my matt ross-themed polaroid display.

in other news, 'lost' was pseudo-awesome. it was cool for the first half and then got lame and turned out 'supersized' meant extra-advertisements. ugh... it was so balls. i also didn't get to buy comics today. aw burn.

but i'm currently wearing my heart monitor. a picture of which (in which i look mega-effeminate) will be up on this blog soon. i may also submit it to vice. i hope i'm a 'don't.' i look very gay and have a chance of making a 'don't.'

for your viewing pleasure, i will now transcribe the journal i've had to write so the doctors can find out what's wrong with my heart:

date of recording 16/nov/05
recorder s/n # 24-53
time test start 14:20 pm (note it's both 14:20 and pm. brilliant doctors)

2:28 - elevator
2:36 - standing at dr. chongs - felt dizzy
2:44 - sat down
3:00 - started eating
3:20 - stopped eating
3:25 - walking
3:44 - riding in car
4:30 - shopping
4:35 - riding in car - dizzy (4:47)
5:00 - got home
5:02 - bathroom
5:03 - sat down at computer
5:44 - eating
6:00 - laying on couch
6:30 - on couch (dizzy)
7:22 - bathroom
7:55 - started cooking
8:17 - finish cooking and ate
8:55 - got stoked watching t.v. - dizzy/heart beating fast
10:20 - bathroom
10:35 - updated blog on computer - dizzy

awesome hey?
yeah. i know.

everyone pray that my heart is okay.

doesn't he look like he's doing some illegal right there and just got caught?
yeah. yeah he does.

anyways, in news:

-martin starr (bill of 'freaks and geeks' fame) guest starred on 'how i met your mother' last night. it was oddly hilarious and made me quite happy.

-i apparently killed my physics midterm with a 65%. the average was 41%, so that's cool. i still don't understand how this happened, as i suck at physics, especially this semester, but god bless good luck.

-the organ is playing on the 25th. at richards on richards. everyone: go. seriously. go. it's 15 bucks.

-someone fucking visit our house. i'm going stir crazy. at least i think stir crazy. i'm not exactly sure what that is, but i'd like to think that's what i've got. i'll make dinner for you. just visit.

-flower class corvettes played in residence on sunday. it was pretty awesome. i like this band a lot. playing with mike hingston (for a picture, see below in the entry where i try to berate him) makes me happy.

-writing paleontology papers is bullshit. i hate it.

the picture from above is from the 'abbott street racket' show i went to about a month ago. i figure i should post the rest of the pictures from that night.


i know it's a pretty shitty picture, but that's them playing. they're really awesome. if anyone has a chance to check out their show, i'd highly recommend it.


this is their lead singer courtenay. she's small and highly cute. she dresses well but apparently has a boyfriend. oh burn. regardless, she's indier than all of you and doesn't move on stage. at all. it's her thing.


this is my brother, michal, posing with ryan ogg's (from this post's first picture) girlfriend. my brother apparently looks like me. except he can grow sweet facial hair, and it therefore hunkier than me.

i'm tired of band names telling me what i'm supposed to do.
right now i have to clap my hands and say 'yeah' and then say 'party' so someone else can say 'die' and then i have to... uhhh.. ok! go?

god, that brings me to the next thing. i refuse to listen to a band with a fucking exclamation mark in their name. it's gone too far:

clap you hands say yeah!
you say party! we say die!
!!!
thunderbirds are now!
ok! go
my! gay! husband!

the last fucking thing this is doing is getting me excited.

in other news: black mountain's self titled is awesome. i recommend everyone go out to zulu and buy it. except for warren, who ripped it from me.

and go see rogue wave on the 29th or something. tickets are cheap and since hingston recommended them, they can be nothing but good. also, noise conspiracy tickets are on sale for 15 bucks. they are playing on dec. 10th at the red room. let me tell you what a good show is going to be.

this band is awesome. before this band started, the two dudes from it were awesome. so it goes to show, awesome + awesome = awesome. but not awesomer. just awesome. there were few funner times in a summer than getting drunk off of $7 red wine at burnside's place. everyone should do it. not just me and scum.

i got real drunk one night. i was walking home from incredibly far away and found this sweatshirt. i knew i was either going to (a) wash it and wear it or (b) destroy it and photograph it. i learned something though. burning sweaters cause a lot of smoke. also, don't burn things in liquor store parking lots.