(your favourite deity) bless canada

hey deity breaks the “i before e except after c” rule. anywho.
im back in beautiful canada, and it feels damn good to be home. sitting in the vancouver airpot watching the cbc and winning a roll up the rim on my tim hortons hot chocolate and everything was in its right place.* i cant believe ive been home for more than a week already, its been a bit of a haze… i didnt sleep on my way home so i had one day that involved a hiking and laying on the beach day in hawaii, 4 hour flight to vancouver, 2 hour layover, 4 hour flight to toronto, which meant i travelled back in time, so to speak, got back to london by about 4pm, then remained up till 3am that day, somehow being up for 36 hours strong. since then, lots of drinkin and rick mcghie and nhl 2005 and guitar with ian and other good things. people are in exams but it seems like i can always find at least a few people who wanna get drunk or do something. i think im on my seventh vacation in a row now? gold coast -> spring break -> sydney -> melbourne -> new zealand -> hawaii -> getting drunk with my best friends for like 20 straight days
* joe pointed out that associating our country with a coffee corporation isnt exactly a great thing, which is a good point. i dont like my country being associated with hockey either. though i was happy we picked a socialist as our greatest canadian. anywho.
jeffy is now referred to as jeffy b.a. we waited on the roof with a bag of pinecones, a supersoaker, and many a water filled condom to unleash on him when he got back from the final exam of his undergraduate career, but douchebag made a trip to his ladyfriends first and took like 4 hours to come home. so we were a tad tipsy by the time he finally showed up and our death from above didnt exactly turn out as planned**. but we got him good that fucker.
** plans involved a rear flank, camoflauge, and booby traps. none of which actually happened.
so the rest of hawaii was good, i continued to just bus and walk everywhere. i was gonna rent a surfboard for a day up on the north coast, where the best surfing is, but then reconsidered once i saw the size of the waves. instead i just walked for like hours. and watched a wicked sunset on the aptly-named ’sunset beach’


and i took a lot of pictures of flowers


and a crazy red pineapple

and then there’s this picture

i was doing this hike and thought i would take another self portrait, cause god knows i dont take enough of those. so i spent about 20 minutes trying to balance my camera in between a rock and ‘the unbearable lightness of being’ *** with my knapsack blocking the 200 mph wind that was coming in off the coast, then i hit the timer button and had 10 seconds to scramble up on to this rock. at the exact moment the picture was taken was the exact moment that i jumped up on the rock and realized that i nearly just fell 300 feet to my death. but its a pretty good picture eh?
*** is there anything that book cant do??
here at the glorious casa de winchester, we are throwing a big party on the 27th, and anybody who reads this blog is invited.

in completely unrelated news, the news can be extremely funny. like jon stewart. or bill maher. or kasparov getting attacked with a chessboard. for political reasons.
Garry Kasparov, the world’s former No. 1 chess player who quit the professional game last month to focus on politics, said Saturday he had been hit over the head with a chessboard in a politically motivated attack.



