Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in hold on tight's LiveJournal:

Monday, December 13th, 2004
4:05 am	Mostly, I hate leaving montreal
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Thursday, December 2nd, 2004
7:11 pm	dead people ; and other dilligent forms of man soft piano's slower music scraped knees blooded palms messy hair cheap wine constant rain obscure sentiment bloody lips torn shirts bad dreams small house big porch invest in her teach him to swim now fuck until your both floating belly up
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Saturday, November 27th, 2004
6:49 pm	I've fucked up so many times.... I guess I'm better off alone sorry in advance and the time I cut my leg getting into the bathtub. those feelings I have grown to love and failing my back seat driving test the burning scheme; plans to never become jaded and the time I fell off the roof when I was 5 oh I know you hate that I forget everything, but my memory is getting worse and I fear growing old alone. This is where desperation leaves a boy who is depandent on memories and old movies.
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Wednesday, November 17th, 2004
9:37 pm	disasters like this; usually have better names and never require a dictionary this much
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Sunday, November 14th, 2004
10:01 pm	I've tasted affection; It's time we read the manual and drain it's blood. It's starting to become repetative. Every weekend, every weakness. The same bar. The same girls. The same smells. It's sad but it seems as though I am kissing a different girl every weekend and always coming home alone. Worse, I don't care. It's not falling in love, all those girls... they just fall for how it feels. I am just as guilty, it's just little more pathetic.
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Monday, November 8th, 2004
9:29 pm	the first time that I met her I was throwing up the ladies room stall I went to Chicago. The Chicago diner was the best part. I erased my friends and started writing in here again where no one really cares to look. I have 2 bikes. The convincing difference between making love and having sex; I don't stare into her eyes when it's just sex. I will drive for one month straight come april. Closing old doors. his; mediocre name and thinning hair | hers; A cute nose and ugly cowboy boots I mostly lose these battles
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Monday, March 24th, 2003
9:35 am	So xTourofDeathx is under way. First stop Goshen to visit Erica and Rachael next we went to Meijers so I could steal a few things and because I'm a sucker group pics in grocery stores!! next we went to Chicago to see just how especially greasy I look next to Rachael, chicago diner...great foods. After that the drive of death began, our heater broke so we had no heat (record setting low temperatures!!! great luck) and as we were backing out of the chicago diner our window broke, COLD AS FUCK, the next 24 hours were hell, but at least we had candles to keep the window clear and give off a little heat. We pretty much drove straight from Chicago to Calgary we didn't really do anything other than drive, although we did pass by the church of the rock we were moving to fast to get a pic of the chuch of the mosh. Next stop Calgary where the avalanches and Curt's car stopped us dead in our tracks. We found much to do though, things like, posi grocery store mosh, posi subway mosh, and posi 3 person revolving door mosh not once but twice. Next we wander around the city and did random stupid things like knocking shit over, posi sing alongs where we would try to get stranger to sing along, no dice. We also did normal things like sit on the heads of statues or pole dance on the go train, I think people liked it, they were all looking at me, they must of. At last it was time to hit the raod to see Andy. The drive totally sucked, by sucked I mean it was fucking amazing, I saw a little of this and a little bit of that then I saw Curtis pee. We finally arrived in Whistler and saw lovely little Andy, we didn't get many pictures because it was soo cloudy and we couldn't bring our camera up the mountain. We did go grocery shopping though, and again I had to get a group pic. Finally we were off to Vancouver where we spent our last days, where we spent most of our time doing, this and that and this and that and this once more. Finally it was time for me to leave, but first we went to Stanley Park, an amazing city park. Holy mann fuck, this trip was unbelievable, I love these kids
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Sunday, March 23rd, 2003
7:24 pm	downdate Saves the Day is the most crucial of all road trip music, this I know. I erased my LJ so I am just going to write what I have written in my book since we departed from Whistler to Vancouver, this will be long and its fine if you don't read it. -------------------------------------------------------------- Whistler to Vancouver via route 99: "Tour of Death" final destination. I have spent countless numbers of hours in this 3 person mobil-home. Most of them spent looking and smelling pathetic awaiting for the next stop to pour out of the car (pants undone and hair a mess) to stretch, go to the washroom and have another stranger with a different accent than the last say "So whadda ya know?" every little town has its own way of saying "how are you?". This trip has been unreal, I have been a part of the postcard and the calendar. I have seen waterfalls leap from cliff that would make any city sky scraper feel like a backyard tree fort. I have been carried through rain, sleet, snow and sunshine only to end it with a breath of the clouds in a rocky snowy atmosphere where trees are unable to grow. I have seen snow topped mountains emerge from the ocean, a sight which is completely impossible to describe. It has rained quite frequently since we arrived in B.C.. It's really a great kind of rain though, it falls straight down and its never too hard. The rain here is dramatic like a soap opera, minus all the bad actors and cheesy plots. A ton of great things have happened on this trip but I can't help but think how this will be the last real trip I take in this car. It's not so bad, it just sucks to think about. There were no bad parts of this trip, nothing went as planned and everything was amazing. Whether it was a cold candle lit drive from Chicago to Winnipeg, snowing sideways in Regina or a beautiful, life threatening (as it is now, dangerous roads and curt drives like a maniac) rainy ride along the coast mountains in B.C., I can tell you one thing, no matter how smelly, tired, cold or frustrated I have been, I will miss every minute spent in this car. These kids are my partners in crime and I love them to death. 2nd last day in Vancouver: I have never felt soo welcome in a city full of strangers, here I can look at people and get a smile instead of the "look of death" I get in Windsor.The first thing that we saw as we pulled in to the city was an anti-war peace camp. We have been to marches and protests at least twice a day since then. The cops here do not fight back a marching crowd, instead they escort it through the streets clearing traffic. Tomorrow is my last day here, I really don't want to leave, at least I have all day because my plane doesn't leave until 11:05pm. Most of the day will be consumed by a visit to Stanley Park, to see the ocean and a massive peace rally, 50 000 people are expected (posi numbers). We have been out in the rain most of the day at yet another rally, we are all soaked. Now we sit at a table in the "Food Fair" (given name of the food court) in the mall, my shoes are off and most of my clothes are strung along the backs of chairs drying. We will probably chill here until we are kicked out then we will go down to "the camp" and stay there till??? seeing as housing plans didn't go as expected. This morning I finished reading "Shampoo Planet", it was 6:30am and all I could think about was the future of Tyler and Anna Louise, and poor Jasmine. So... 7:00am... finished. I was interested through out the whole book, but the end was wonderful. Even though there was no future relationship closure, everything ended just right. Now I am looking around this table..., Kyle's hair is more "afro" than ever, as he scratches his head looking confused, no doubt trying to figure out something that he's reading. Curtis is caught up in a physics book, his feet are reassurance that no one will get close enough to steal any of our belongings. Me...???? I can't help but laugh at all of us and how much we just don't care. Nothing went wrong on this trip. Last day in Van: Now that everything is ending I have a desire to wring stupid things. Right now I am standing on a statue of a lion at the art gallery over looking a sea of protesters. There are new cameras everywhere and it seems that camera flashes go off in unison with the blink of each persons eye. Kyle is 10 feet blow on the stairs. Vancouver is full of cool old ladies with pink hair and short pixie cuts, they are all sooo hip and aren't afraid to kiss they're girlfriend in public. (which reminds me, we saw Ellen Degeneres (spelling???) and here girlfriend walking arm and arm, they stopped at the protest and took pictures) Vancouver International Airport: Wow, leaving is much worse than I imagined, the butterflies in my stomach get worse with each tick of the clock. I am going to miss this place and Curtis like crazy. I am not sure that Curt will come back home, I don't know if I would either. I just wish everyone was out here with me, everyone. Yuck, my stomach is turning and I don't want to leave this place. Midnight in the Sky: So I am on route to Toronto Via "turbulence air", sketchy ride. Next to me is a very nice lady, late twenties I would guess and her gay friend, they are both Stewardess' for this airline, just catching a ride back. I was trying to sleep at the beginning of the flight and when I awoke she had a plate of food on her lap for me, she grabbed me one incase I was hungry when I got up. I had to say no thanks it wasn't vegan friendly. Also she offered to lend me the right ear of her $5 head phones you have to purchase to want the on flight movie, which was "Harry Potter" again I declined, Harry Potter...Shitty Dude. She doesn't speak good english and her friend is harder to understand his lisp and the accent cause for mass confusion, but they find it funny when I ask things 2 or 3 times over. She is somewhat naive, and asks me funny questions like why my bely "have so man-ay spikey" and isn't that belt buckle "hay-vy" for a little guy like me(I'm soo douglas coupland it hurts). There is a unbelievably cute toddler running up and down the aisle keeping me awake, she talks so loud (russian I think) and doesn't realize it. I envision her one day day being all grown up sitting at a table with a group of Italian ladies, all talking at the same time, each one louder than the next, so loud that you would think they were fighting. This little girl is far to cute to for me to get angry, its only a 4 or 5 hours. The french lady has fallen asleep watch "Harry Potter" her head is dangling over my book and somewhat on my arm, I am going to stop writing and turn the light off so I don't wake her up. At least I can see the moon. xoxo Scott "thats the end. you can turn off the light now"
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