If you remember back to Don McKellar's Last Night, there's the song "Guantanamera" at the end. Next time you hear it, instead of singing:
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
sing:
One Tiny Boobay
I Need a One Tiny Boobay
One Tiny Booooobay!
I Need a One Tiny Booooobay!
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
Like A Coin That Won't Get Tossed
Yah, don't bother checkin the blog for a while. I figure I'll give you all the heads up and allow you the freedom of not having to Control+N a new window for me. And I know you madly click the links on other peoples sites to get here so give the buttons a rest. School has become my prime topic of avoidance, so I'm going to divert my blog avoidance to the papers and reading. Instead of listing a whole bunch of things that I will blog later in my life, I'll just write them on this piece of paper here. suckers
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Monday, March 21, 2005
Happiness is a warm gun
While still steamrolling on my recent vibe of Fight clubby goodness, I found this quiz, which may possibly be the best Fight Club quiz ever!
Other news that I have forgotten to mention.
I've started trying to write crosswords. I've always wanted to submit something to the school paper, and the world could use more free crosswords to do on the subway or during class. As of now, I know of 2 campus crosswords out of at least 15 papers. This is madness. I'm going to try and write about 20 over the summer and submit them for a paper to use throughout the year. And I've having a lot of trouble. It's hard trying to fit actual words around the clues that I want to put in. My favourite clue so far is "Sandlot King - _____ "The Jet" Rodriguez" which I know is easy but what the hell, it makes people remember Sandlot. Another is Fill in the Blank - "Blanky-o, blanky-o, blank-y-OOOOooooooo." I feel like this will be hard cause as much as I want people to get the clues, I want it to be hard.
My other news is that the curling club is home to some Evil....and Dead celebrities...not to mention Musical. This is where I would run and get the name of the actor from the programs I saved from both shows but I don't care enough. He was the guy who kept saying "What a stupid, bitch!"....the horny one. Well he was practicing with two other guys at work today in his snazzy evil dead jacket. If it wasn't for the fact that I was done work and exiting the building, I might have gone out and said hi.
I think that's about it, other than the fact that I'm playing Texas Hold'Em on Tiger Gaming every waking moment. (damn Celebrity Poker and double damn Dave for being the host)
Other news that I have forgotten to mention.
I've started trying to write crosswords. I've always wanted to submit something to the school paper, and the world could use more free crosswords to do on the subway or during class. As of now, I know of 2 campus crosswords out of at least 15 papers. This is madness. I'm going to try and write about 20 over the summer and submit them for a paper to use throughout the year. And I've having a lot of trouble. It's hard trying to fit actual words around the clues that I want to put in. My favourite clue so far is "Sandlot King - _____ "The Jet" Rodriguez" which I know is easy but what the hell, it makes people remember Sandlot. Another is Fill in the Blank - "Blanky-o, blanky-o, blank-y-OOOOooooooo." I feel like this will be hard cause as much as I want people to get the clues, I want it to be hard.
My other news is that the curling club is home to some Evil....and Dead celebrities...not to mention Musical. This is where I would run and get the name of the actor from the programs I saved from both shows but I don't care enough. He was the guy who kept saying "What a stupid, bitch!"....the horny one. Well he was practicing with two other guys at work today in his snazzy evil dead jacket. If it wasn't for the fact that I was done work and exiting the building, I might have gone out and said hi.
I think that's about it, other than the fact that I'm playing Texas Hold'Em on Tiger Gaming every waking moment. (damn Celebrity Poker and double damn Dave for being the host)
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Joan Cusack, you my only friend!
It has been 9 days since my last blog, and I'm still thinking of things to blog. My last week has been a blur. I got bogged down writing a Hedwig essay which caused me to make an appointment with Psych services. I went in and had a friendly chat with a true, stereotypically defined "queerman." We had a little chat, he asked me a bunch of questions and I found out I'm Schizophrenic with suicidal tendencies. Or I would be if that was true.
There were a few what ifs and a maybes that he threw in my direction. I went into that meeting fearing that I was depressed or Bi-polar (a la Degressi), but I came out even more paranoid about what was wrong with me. I came out with a possibility of Depression or "Severe Procrastination." Is it wrong that I'm kind of excited about the latter. Is every one else really excited about ladders now?
All my life I've thought that ADD was the one card in my hand in the deck facing backwards. I knew it was there, but I never really bothered to turn it over and check. Ever since that meeting my procrastination has become much worse.<-- Unintentionally, Fries were put in an oven and almost burnt, 3 games of Spider Solitaire were played, and a dinner was eaten between these two arrows--> I'm supposed to go make an appointment in Accessibility Services for something but I don't know for what. He did tell me that I suffer from Social Anxiety Disorder, yet another SAD. So if I don't talk to you when I see you, it's not my fault, I'm just waiting for a humongous, non-awkward lull where I can slip in a "how do." The only other thing I have to tell about my psych appointment was I asked him if there was anything I could do to stop the procrastination. I said, "...like drink green tea, or eat a lot of ginseng?"
I thought, "... Red-and-blue Tuinals, lipstick-red Seconals."
I never get a moment's peace.
There were a few what ifs and a maybes that he threw in my direction. I went into that meeting fearing that I was depressed or Bi-polar (a la Degressi), but I came out even more paranoid about what was wrong with me. I came out with a possibility of Depression or "Severe Procrastination." Is it wrong that I'm kind of excited about the latter. Is every one else really excited about ladders now?
All my life I've thought that ADD was the one card in my hand in the deck facing backwards. I knew it was there, but I never really bothered to turn it over and check. Ever since that meeting my procrastination has become much worse.<-- Unintentionally, Fries were put in an oven and almost burnt, 3 games of Spider Solitaire were played, and a dinner was eaten between these two arrows--> I'm supposed to go make an appointment in Accessibility Services for something but I don't know for what. He did tell me that I suffer from Social Anxiety Disorder, yet another SAD. So if I don't talk to you when I see you, it's not my fault, I'm just waiting for a humongous, non-awkward lull where I can slip in a "how do." The only other thing I have to tell about my psych appointment was I asked him if there was anything I could do to stop the procrastination. I said, "...like drink green tea, or eat a lot of ginseng?"
I thought, "... Red-and-blue Tuinals, lipstick-red Seconals."
I never get a moment's peace.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Out of the Blue And Into The Black
Right now, the 19 year old Stephen fresh out of high school is sitting in my head, bottle of Bourbon in hand, rambling. "We had a deal. We were done with school. You fucked yourself on this one. " I've been thinking a lot about that euphoria I had where school was no longer needed, yet I find myself sitting here at 12:30 voluntarily freaking out about writing an essay on a movie that I happen to love. Is this what happens to grown ups? They're fed through the machine, happy exuberant teens turned into numb wandering sheep.
At this point in my life there is so much I want to do, but it costs so much money. If I finish this university beast and get a well paying job, will I ever use that money for it's original purpose? Hell no. Right now, crime's looking pretty good. I need the funds for my fantasies.
Right now, I keep daydreaming about if I owned my own chopper. I wouldn't outfit it with missiles or bullets but BIG FUCKIN SPEAKERS!!!!! Nothing would please me more right now then to hover a chopper a hundred feet over St. George and Harbord/Hoskin and just BLAST "Keep On Rockin' In The Free World." "Another Brick In The Wall Pt 2" is a very close second. It would have to be load enough that every person in a one mile radius would have to stop what they were doing. Just imagine every class on the U of T campus, and all those students at the major junction just stopping and listening. God that would be sweet. But would that feeling be worth all this work?
At this point in my life there is so much I want to do, but it costs so much money. If I finish this university beast and get a well paying job, will I ever use that money for it's original purpose? Hell no. Right now, crime's looking pretty good. I need the funds for my fantasies.
Right now, I keep daydreaming about if I owned my own chopper. I wouldn't outfit it with missiles or bullets but BIG FUCKIN SPEAKERS!!!!! Nothing would please me more right now then to hover a chopper a hundred feet over St. George and Harbord/Hoskin and just BLAST "Keep On Rockin' In The Free World." "Another Brick In The Wall Pt 2" is a very close second. It would have to be load enough that every person in a one mile radius would have to stop what they were doing. Just imagine every class on the U of T campus, and all those students at the major junction just stopping and listening. God that would be sweet. But would that feeling be worth all this work?
I have no tolerance when it comes to following orders, which is ironic, because my tolerance is really high when it comes to...
So I got about 3 hours of sleep last night then went to class this morning. I didn't get any prep work done on this essay that's due tomorrow and so far it looks like I'm setting myself up for another Magic Realism paper. I left my class and stood there contemplating whether left would get me home faster than right. Left led to Bay but right led to Museum. However, left was a longer walk. I decided to go left so that I could break my five at Timmy's in order to achieve the ghastly TTC fare. (How long before student fare jumps from 1.70 to 2 dollars?!?!?)
I was debating my ability to write essays and more honestly attend school before I saw Mark Mckinney. MARK MCKINNEY!!!!!
MCKINNEY!!!!!! I actually stopped dead in my tracks and as I searched his face for flaws in case I was actually hallucinating, he looked at me, noticing my gaze and obvious inability to put one foot in front of the other. Like a true celeb he looked extremely tanned, deep in thought and was smoking.....bastard. He looked around then said "Hi." Words cannot masculate the giddyness I produced. I said that he looked like he had to be somewhere but that I wanted to say how big a fan I was and how I loved the contact lens monologue from KITH. He seemed detached until I asked him if he was ever going to perform Fully Committed again. Then he lit up, did the whole humble thing and shook my hand. I said goodbye and that KITH should do another tour cause the last one was brilliant. He thanked me and he was gone. Off into some copy place.
I finally got home and wanted to blog this but I couldn't get on. So I went back to bed. That was 6 hours ago, and since then I had a panicky dream that I had to go to work and then a much more satisfying dream.
My mom and I just moved into a new place. It was owned by a landlord who controlled all the houses on the block. Our greeter told us that our new couch would arrive the next day but as we left, the arm in the lock on the front door broke making the door unclosable. My mom went out to the car not caring about the lack of security while the greeter and I tried to fix the problem. We flipped the door over (his idea) but the lock was still broken and now there was an odd 7 inch gap at the bottom. Then I began searching the rest of the house for a replacement door. We checked the entire floor until I found a perfect size with lock. Then the phone rang and I woke up.
Cha?
I was debating my ability to write essays and more honestly attend school before I saw Mark Mckinney. MARK MCKINNEY!!!!!
MCKINNEY!!!!!! I actually stopped dead in my tracks and as I searched his face for flaws in case I was actually hallucinating, he looked at me, noticing my gaze and obvious inability to put one foot in front of the other. Like a true celeb he looked extremely tanned, deep in thought and was smoking.....bastard. He looked around then said "Hi." Words cannot masculate the giddyness I produced. I said that he looked like he had to be somewhere but that I wanted to say how big a fan I was and how I loved the contact lens monologue from KITH. He seemed detached until I asked him if he was ever going to perform Fully Committed again. Then he lit up, did the whole humble thing and shook my hand. I said goodbye and that KITH should do another tour cause the last one was brilliant. He thanked me and he was gone. Off into some copy place.
I finally got home and wanted to blog this but I couldn't get on. So I went back to bed. That was 6 hours ago, and since then I had a panicky dream that I had to go to work and then a much more satisfying dream.
My mom and I just moved into a new place. It was owned by a landlord who controlled all the houses on the block. Our greeter told us that our new couch would arrive the next day but as we left, the arm in the lock on the front door broke making the door unclosable. My mom went out to the car not caring about the lack of security while the greeter and I tried to fix the problem. We flipped the door over (his idea) but the lock was still broken and now there was an odd 7 inch gap at the bottom. Then I began searching the rest of the house for a replacement door. We checked the entire floor until I found a perfect size with lock. Then the phone rang and I woke up.
Cha?
This Is The Greatest Blogging Moment Of My Life
Hopefully this will take a second to load on your computer and I can get in a quick goodbye!
As soon as this puppy finishes you'll be whisked away to a Blogger alert page. All is well, for that is the price I pay for paying tribute to gods!
Or you could just click stop after the movie before it redirects you. Whichever's easier.
Click Here For ACDC Goodness
Didn't want to ruin that song for ya!
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Monday, March 07, 2005
Holy Floydian Odyssey!
Just something else that I must buy and will inevitably post-pone schoolwork.
Think Pink....Yesterday
For some strange reason I never got around to blogging this.
Happy Birthday David Gilmour!
At a youthful 58, I hope you continue to make me question my sanity!
This is what he looks like from a drug-free perspective, ie you.
Happy Birthday David Gilmour!
At a youthful 58, I hope you continue to make me question my sanity!
This is what he looks like from a drug-free perspective, ie you.
Friday, March 04, 2005
I must be slipping in my old age!
So it turns out that yesterday was payday. For the first time in my entire run of working at the curling club, I forgot it was payday. Bwa?
So it's a quarter to 1 on a friday. I'm sitting in Robarts on the 13th floor (my favourite floor) when I should be in an English tutorial. Last night I believed my attendance to be a make or break factor for that class but I remembered that this crucial piece of paper that I needed was available online. So I didn't go. I have to kill time before my 2 o clock lecture which I don't want to go to. I don't want to ruin this book since I haven't read it yet, and I don't feel like trying to keep myself awake for 2 hours before I go to work. I think I'll go nap in the backseat of the car until 4.
I was up til 4:30 last night tossing and turning. Nothing like staying up for a good solid 20.5 hours when you're already exhausted. I think I was up so late because I had a great day yesterday and I didn't really want it to end. I feared that madness would be nipping at it's heels and of course, this morning sucked. I was woken up again at 8 and as I lay in bed contemplating which object around my bed would make the best melee weapon, my mother hovered around me cleaning up all the crap on my floor. I really thought that she and I were past this. It's my damn room, I know where everything is, when it gets dirty I'll clean it. She asks me how I know what's on this floor when there's so much stuff. Simple, I was the one who put that stuff there. I just like to think of my floor as the desk that I never had.
Car nap here I come!
So it's a quarter to 1 on a friday. I'm sitting in Robarts on the 13th floor (my favourite floor) when I should be in an English tutorial. Last night I believed my attendance to be a make or break factor for that class but I remembered that this crucial piece of paper that I needed was available online. So I didn't go. I have to kill time before my 2 o clock lecture which I don't want to go to. I don't want to ruin this book since I haven't read it yet, and I don't feel like trying to keep myself awake for 2 hours before I go to work. I think I'll go nap in the backseat of the car until 4.
I was up til 4:30 last night tossing and turning. Nothing like staying up for a good solid 20.5 hours when you're already exhausted. I think I was up so late because I had a great day yesterday and I didn't really want it to end. I feared that madness would be nipping at it's heels and of course, this morning sucked. I was woken up again at 8 and as I lay in bed contemplating which object around my bed would make the best melee weapon, my mother hovered around me cleaning up all the crap on my floor. I really thought that she and I were past this. It's my damn room, I know where everything is, when it gets dirty I'll clean it. She asks me how I know what's on this floor when there's so much stuff. Simple, I was the one who put that stuff there. I just like to think of my floor as the desk that I never had.
Car nap here I come!
Thursday, March 03, 2005
But this is a shop for ladies!
Now that I've finally used that as a blog title I assume that I should blog.
The past while has been very disorienting. I've been down and out for a while so I decided to do some research on just what the hell is going on inside my head. I found a checklist on the web for symptoms of depression and a few of them kind of shook me up a little. Heather from work mentioned that I've been very different the past few days which doesn't seem to mean anything cause she only saw me on Sunday when I had to cover someone else's shift and the dishwasher broke and flooded the entire the kitchen and room below. She said I was irritable. No shit. You mop up gungy water (with sponges in my hands for a bit) and you try to be Marty/Mary Sunshine.
Life has become difficult lately. I'm falling behind in schoolwork and not really attending all of my classes. I don't really go to the tutorials anymore since I have grown tiresome of sitting in a chair for an hour and not talking. I've been dodging my seminar every week ever since I passed on the essay, and I even missed yesterday's screening because I knew that I could not deal with the movie. This is doubled with the fact that the new guy Evan at work (my padowan) broke his collarbone when he slipped and fell on the ice. My one fear working at the curling club was that I would slip and my pebbling can would crack open unleashing a ice-flattening wave of water. Well it happened to him, not me. So I'm slightly grateful except that since I'm really the only part-timer there (ever since Heather switched to "office duties" which really means she's slow on the ice and doesn't like cleaning) I have to pick up Evan's shifts. Pat has also been asking for a few nights off, and I feel like he more than deserves it. He's been closing Monday to Friday since October. So now I'm working like a mofo when I should really be studying and catching up. I worked last night for Pat and I'm going in tonight as usual before I have to close Friday and Saturday and go in for my regular Sunday shift. It looks like I'll be at work on Saturday til around 3 in the morning and I have to be in at 11:30 the next (same?) day. I wish we had that 9 hour turnaround that IATSE enforces. So I'm going to be tired and blogless unless of course I repeat last year's sweet ass haul from the raffle. Then I'll have to brag.
I've been playing a lot, I mean a lot, (ALOT) of Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II lately. It seems that if I have a moment to spare I'm in the game trying to be as freakin evil as I possibly can. I rob every single person I can, Force Persuade people into giving me their money then jumping into pits or off of stations, and sass-mouth anyone I damn well please. I wanted to post a pic of my man all angry looking with the swirly red smoke in the background that shows just how freakin evil he is, so I'll try that when I get home. I fell like everyone should play this game....or at least watch me play this game and let me share the Jedi love. I fear Bex has become extremely bored with my monotonous discussion of just how sweet this game is. When she asked me what I did that day, I started thinking "Well after I landed on Korriban...." There's a little too much evil in me right now (game and mind produced) that I felt like I had to counter-balance with some goodness.
When I closed last Sunday, I had my headphones on to drown out the Oscars so that I wouldn't ruin the yawnfest when I got home. Aside from vacuuming to Billie Jean (which I think should have been on my life's TO-DO list since it was so much fun), I listened to "Cool" from West Side Story while I worked on the ice. I got a craving for the theatrical thugs. I've been watching the movie every night since. I can't believe I forgot just how much I love that movie and I was a little surprised that I knew the lyrics and dialogue so well. I started figuring out who I would want to be in the movie and who I would actually be (Former: Ice Latter: that girl who follows them around). Now that I'm watching it over and over it keeps surprising me with how well the movie and audio are synced up and just how great the choreography is.
The only problem with this lifestyle is that I keep forgetting that if I sass-mouth people on the street I don't have my trusty saber or a 7-foot walking carpet behind me. On the other hand, I have no trouble remembering single lines from WSS that repeat in my head like a broken record. All I really need is some Battle Meditation to clear my mind. Stupid non-existing force.
The past while has been very disorienting. I've been down and out for a while so I decided to do some research on just what the hell is going on inside my head. I found a checklist on the web for symptoms of depression and a few of them kind of shook me up a little. Heather from work mentioned that I've been very different the past few days which doesn't seem to mean anything cause she only saw me on Sunday when I had to cover someone else's shift and the dishwasher broke and flooded the entire the kitchen and room below. She said I was irritable. No shit. You mop up gungy water (with sponges in my hands for a bit) and you try to be Marty/Mary Sunshine.
Life has become difficult lately. I'm falling behind in schoolwork and not really attending all of my classes. I don't really go to the tutorials anymore since I have grown tiresome of sitting in a chair for an hour and not talking. I've been dodging my seminar every week ever since I passed on the essay, and I even missed yesterday's screening because I knew that I could not deal with the movie. This is doubled with the fact that the new guy Evan at work (my padowan) broke his collarbone when he slipped and fell on the ice. My one fear working at the curling club was that I would slip and my pebbling can would crack open unleashing a ice-flattening wave of water. Well it happened to him, not me. So I'm slightly grateful except that since I'm really the only part-timer there (ever since Heather switched to "office duties" which really means she's slow on the ice and doesn't like cleaning) I have to pick up Evan's shifts. Pat has also been asking for a few nights off, and I feel like he more than deserves it. He's been closing Monday to Friday since October. So now I'm working like a mofo when I should really be studying and catching up. I worked last night for Pat and I'm going in tonight as usual before I have to close Friday and Saturday and go in for my regular Sunday shift. It looks like I'll be at work on Saturday til around 3 in the morning and I have to be in at 11:30 the next (same?) day. I wish we had that 9 hour turnaround that IATSE enforces. So I'm going to be tired and blogless unless of course I repeat last year's sweet ass haul from the raffle. Then I'll have to brag.
I've been playing a lot, I mean a lot, (ALOT) of Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II lately. It seems that if I have a moment to spare I'm in the game trying to be as freakin evil as I possibly can. I rob every single person I can, Force Persuade people into giving me their money then jumping into pits or off of stations, and sass-mouth anyone I damn well please. I wanted to post a pic of my man all angry looking with the swirly red smoke in the background that shows just how freakin evil he is, so I'll try that when I get home. I fell like everyone should play this game....or at least watch me play this game and let me share the Jedi love. I fear Bex has become extremely bored with my monotonous discussion of just how sweet this game is. When she asked me what I did that day, I started thinking "Well after I landed on Korriban...." There's a little too much evil in me right now (game and mind produced) that I felt like I had to counter-balance with some goodness.
When I closed last Sunday, I had my headphones on to drown out the Oscars so that I wouldn't ruin the yawnfest when I got home. Aside from vacuuming to Billie Jean (which I think should have been on my life's TO-DO list since it was so much fun), I listened to "Cool" from West Side Story while I worked on the ice. I got a craving for the theatrical thugs. I've been watching the movie every night since. I can't believe I forgot just how much I love that movie and I was a little surprised that I knew the lyrics and dialogue so well. I started figuring out who I would want to be in the movie and who I would actually be (Former: Ice Latter: that girl who follows them around). Now that I'm watching it over and over it keeps surprising me with how well the movie and audio are synced up and just how great the choreography is.
The only problem with this lifestyle is that I keep forgetting that if I sass-mouth people on the street I don't have my trusty saber or a 7-foot walking carpet behind me. On the other hand, I have no trouble remembering single lines from WSS that repeat in my head like a broken record. All I really need is some Battle Meditation to clear my mind. Stupid non-existing force.
Monday, February 28, 2005
Two Peas Walk Into A Pod...
All of a sudden I just remembered my dream from last night. It's amazing what watching the oscars will do to you. Paul Giamatti was driving me around in a small Euro sports car through what looked like a mesh between Markham and every country town I've ever been to. I was on my way to my first day of university and I kept getting worried that Paul, who was acting like Harvey Pekar minus the voice, didn't know where he was going. So we continued to drive down random city streets until we came to a drive-thru Canada Trust. We went around back and ended up in some grave site with huge stone slabs and figures. He turned to me and said that he wasn't living a life he was just killing time. He told me to get out because there were people outside who would actually take me to school. I left him crying in the grave site, and I walked outside to meet the stereotypical Genereal character from all my video games dressed and dressed in Beige camo. He smiled one of those sneaky, evil smiles and I woke up.
Hooray to Charlie K for his Oscie!
I was not pleased with Hilary Swank winning because as we all know, it meant Hilary Swank had to make a speech. Doesn't it bother her that she's only winning Oscars when she plays gender bending roles? Does she not realize how unconvincing she is when she's a woman?
Hooray to Charlie K for his Oscie!
I was not pleased with Hilary Swank winning because as we all know, it meant Hilary Swank had to make a speech. Doesn't it bother her that she's only winning Oscars when she plays gender bending roles? Does she not realize how unconvincing she is when she's a woman?
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
All Together Now
One, two, three, four
Can I have a little more?
Five, six, seven eight nine ten I love you.
A, b, c, d
Can I bring my friend to tea?
E, f, g h I j I love you.
Bom Bom Bom Bom BomBom
Sail the ship,
Bom BomBom
chop the tree
Bom BomBom
Skip the rope,
Bom BomBom
look at me
All together now....
Black, white, green, red
Can I take my friend to bed?
Pink, brown, yellow orange and blue I love you
All together now....
Bom Bom Bom Bom BomBom
Sail the ship,
Bom BomBom
chop the tree
Bom BomBom
Skip the rope,
Bom BomBom
look at me
All together now....
Can I have a little more?
Five, six, seven eight nine ten I love you.
A, b, c, d
Can I bring my friend to tea?
E, f, g h I j I love you.
Bom Bom Bom Bom BomBom
Sail the ship,
Bom BomBom
chop the tree
Bom BomBom
Skip the rope,
Bom BomBom
look at me
All together now....
Black, white, green, red
Can I take my friend to bed?
Pink, brown, yellow orange and blue I love you
All together now....
Bom Bom Bom Bom BomBom
Sail the ship,
Bom BomBom
chop the tree
Bom BomBom
Skip the rope,
Bom BomBom
look at me
All together now....
The Devil Wears Green
I'm starting to think like those crazy people in the movies. After eating one box of Lucky Charms in the past few days, I started daydreaming about buying many more boxes and hiding them under my bed. The crazy part is that I think this sounds like a really good idea despite the crazy overtones. It's not my fault. I call it crack for a reason.
Just look at those eyes! The evil red hair is trying to poke out! Please remind me to never to do acid and eat Lucky Charms.
Just look at those eyes! The evil red hair is trying to poke out! Please remind me to never to do acid and eat Lucky Charms.
you may no longer be sad but I'm still bad
Well, I've officially given up on my first university assignment. After two and a half weeks of avoiding and placid staring, I am throwing in the towel over the essay for my seminar. I only wrote 660 words out of the required 1500 and I already feel like I'm repeating myself. So far I'm occupying my time by deciding how I will break the news. I've never missed a major assignment before so I'm new to this. I was going to go with "I refuse to do this assignment" but that sounded aggressive and stereotypical of a irresponsible male teenager. I don't like pointing out the obvious, unless it's not about me of course. Right now, I'm going with "I decline your request for an essay on this topic." That's polite, right?
I'm not saying that I couldn't do this essay cause after the bookless book report I feel like there's nothing I can't pull out of my ass. I just don't want to do this. After I got back from my excellent Guelphoyage, it hit me. The "fuck, I actually have to go back there" it. I've been daydreaming in class ALOT lately. I mean more than my usual detachedness can provide. I've been thinking about the usual run of the mill worries and anxieties and how a motorcycle or a pile of money or a cigarette would solve them all, but there's been a new star for Sweeps week. Depression. I've been paying close attention to my mood ever since my Dad passed away. Until Christmas everything seemed normal. I was up on the weekend (in more ways than one) then I would be down by wednesday but back up again by friday in anticipation of the weekend. The usual. Lately however, I've been noticing that I am seldom up unless I am highly intoxicated, unnervingly drugged, or if I'm with Bex. Sadly, some of these cures don't do the job occasionally. After contemplating the weather as the culprit for my lack of effort or care for accomplishments, I arrived at a greater beast. I am exceedingly tired. For three months I lived off of 7 hours sleep a night and I was right as rain. Now, I can't do anything to stop me from yawning. 10.5 Hours of sleep and 3 cups of coffee in the morning still make me nap a few hours later. Perhaps oversleeping? 7 hours of sleep results in the same shenanigans. The same with 5 hours.
Recently, I have also become extremely bored with classes, my computer, driving (a personal shock).......even television. As soon as I get bored, my body closes up shop for the day and gets back on its mental mattress. Bex and my music have been the only things keeping me going the last few days. So I'm Boredom Affective Disorder baby. To the bone! I'm starting to question my attention span and the purpose of university. Is it wrong that I feel like making a giant snow fort is tremendously more important than attempting to write this essay? It feels like it is, but what do I care. In five minutes I'll be bored with this post and go listen to music.
The broken record in my head is repeating:
The saxophone duel for first chair as heard in today's episode of Simpsons.
The theme to Bone Daddy 2.
"La la la la" - Homer Simpson (of a family of love.....)
The snippet of Dust Brother's magic from Fight Club (My soundtrack is upstairs) where Tyler let go of the wheel.
"I'm Massey. Steve Massey......ASSHOLE!" and other clever quotes from Constantine.
and thanks to the last track -
"Clever girl." - famous last words of the Velociraptor hunter in Jurassic Park.
I'm not saying that I couldn't do this essay cause after the bookless book report I feel like there's nothing I can't pull out of my ass. I just don't want to do this. After I got back from my excellent Guelphoyage, it hit me. The "fuck, I actually have to go back there" it. I've been daydreaming in class ALOT lately. I mean more than my usual detachedness can provide. I've been thinking about the usual run of the mill worries and anxieties and how a motorcycle or a pile of money or a cigarette would solve them all, but there's been a new star for Sweeps week. Depression. I've been paying close attention to my mood ever since my Dad passed away. Until Christmas everything seemed normal. I was up on the weekend (in more ways than one) then I would be down by wednesday but back up again by friday in anticipation of the weekend. The usual. Lately however, I've been noticing that I am seldom up unless I am highly intoxicated, unnervingly drugged, or if I'm with Bex. Sadly, some of these cures don't do the job occasionally. After contemplating the weather as the culprit for my lack of effort or care for accomplishments, I arrived at a greater beast. I am exceedingly tired. For three months I lived off of 7 hours sleep a night and I was right as rain. Now, I can't do anything to stop me from yawning. 10.5 Hours of sleep and 3 cups of coffee in the morning still make me nap a few hours later. Perhaps oversleeping? 7 hours of sleep results in the same shenanigans. The same with 5 hours.
Recently, I have also become extremely bored with classes, my computer, driving (a personal shock).......even television. As soon as I get bored, my body closes up shop for the day and gets back on its mental mattress. Bex and my music have been the only things keeping me going the last few days. So I'm Boredom Affective Disorder baby. To the bone! I'm starting to question my attention span and the purpose of university. Is it wrong that I feel like making a giant snow fort is tremendously more important than attempting to write this essay? It feels like it is, but what do I care. In five minutes I'll be bored with this post and go listen to music.
The broken record in my head is repeating:
The saxophone duel for first chair as heard in today's episode of Simpsons.
The theme to Bone Daddy 2.
"La la la la" - Homer Simpson (of a family of love.....)
The snippet of Dust Brother's magic from Fight Club (My soundtrack is upstairs) where Tyler let go of the wheel.
"I'm Massey. Steve Massey......ASSHOLE!" and other clever quotes from Constantine.
and thanks to the last track -
"Clever girl." - famous last words of the Velociraptor hunter in Jurassic Park.
Friday, February 18, 2005
A Little Me Time
This has been the best reading week that I could have hoped for. Monday to Wednesday was just a nice mesh of sitting around playing video games and sleeping. I beat XIII but sadly it took me fourteen hours and 36 minutes. I was really hoping for a 13 hour record. The game was alright. Mediocre in the world of 1st-person shooters. The touch of celebrity voices was interesting. It was kind of funny when you figure out your character is David Duchovny and I still enjoy hearing Adam West say "sonofabitch" while rapper Eve's voice was just annoying. The fireworks at the end of the game though proved to be worth more than the 6 dollars paid.
Wednesday I drove around trying to complete as many necessary meetings and visits before I left for Guelph. I only got around to getting a much needed haircut, during which I had another one of those awkward barber chats, and going to Future Shop. I had to take my portable DVD player in because it's starting to piss me off. It keeps reading the disc but never loads. I struggled with the people of FS for a while then just gave up and went downtown to the bus station. Apparently, FS does not repair ANYTHING anymore, they will simply replace it with a brand new one. I guess this is sweet, but I'm a sentimental kind of guy. I like looking at stuff I've owned and remembering better times spent because of my stuff. Anywho, it turns out that they've stopped carrying my model (of course) so I have to exchange for a different kind. Herewith the problem: I payed 500 for mine with all the warranty extensions possible. They want me to take a DVD player worth 240 bucks. As of now, I'm going to contact the manufacturer or some sort of Electronic store police (perhaps the Geek Squad).
I'm now in Guelph and it's been amazing. I've actually been doing work. I also witnessed what it's like to actually be obsessed with Survivor. It was...interesting, but fun. While Bex has been at class, I've been watching some of my favourite flicks to pass the time. It seems that everything I was bored with in T.O. is now gut-ticklin' funny. Even Conan cracked a few good ones with that "In the Year 2000...." bit. My two favourites were "A man will make the best buy at a Best Buy then buy some staples at Staples. He will then go to Taco Bell and get diarrhea." The other is "Prince Charles and (his wife) will release their wedding night video to the public in theatres under the title Seabiscuit 2." Conan's little "Ouch that was harsh." made it all the better.
I seem to be digging for material now, so I'm going to get out now. Maybe I'll go for another walk. The liqour store is only 12 minutes away.
Wednesday I drove around trying to complete as many necessary meetings and visits before I left for Guelph. I only got around to getting a much needed haircut, during which I had another one of those awkward barber chats, and going to Future Shop. I had to take my portable DVD player in because it's starting to piss me off. It keeps reading the disc but never loads. I struggled with the people of FS for a while then just gave up and went downtown to the bus station. Apparently, FS does not repair ANYTHING anymore, they will simply replace it with a brand new one. I guess this is sweet, but I'm a sentimental kind of guy. I like looking at stuff I've owned and remembering better times spent because of my stuff. Anywho, it turns out that they've stopped carrying my model (of course) so I have to exchange for a different kind. Herewith the problem: I payed 500 for mine with all the warranty extensions possible. They want me to take a DVD player worth 240 bucks. As of now, I'm going to contact the manufacturer or some sort of Electronic store police (perhaps the Geek Squad).
I'm now in Guelph and it's been amazing. I've actually been doing work. I also witnessed what it's like to actually be obsessed with Survivor. It was...interesting, but fun. While Bex has been at class, I've been watching some of my favourite flicks to pass the time. It seems that everything I was bored with in T.O. is now gut-ticklin' funny. Even Conan cracked a few good ones with that "In the Year 2000...." bit. My two favourites were "A man will make the best buy at a Best Buy then buy some staples at Staples. He will then go to Taco Bell and get diarrhea." The other is "Prince Charles and (his wife) will release their wedding night video to the public in theatres under the title Seabiscuit 2." Conan's little "Ouch that was harsh." made it all the better.
I seem to be digging for material now, so I'm going to get out now. Maybe I'll go for another walk. The liqour store is only 12 minutes away.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Be Excited! Be Be Excited!
This Weekend has been amazing! I would point most of it's success to the upcoming march break, that is februarized and called "Reading Week." So far I've been flying through the pages of Hunter S. Thompson and Arthur C. Clarke, soon I'll start with the school readings.
Friday night I went to my first yoga class. The "Kama Sutra" yoga class. I figured it would be an exciting night, and it was completely different. I was so relaxed. I was a little nervous at the beginning, and kept covering my exposed underwear label and occasionally exposed midrift, but after a while, I didn't care. I was excited that I could do some of the "To add a bit of challenge" poses, but was shocked at my lack of balance. I always thought that I had good balance but then again I've never grabbed by big toe and tried to stretch my leg out at a 90 degree angle. I tried using the wall to support but then fell into the wall and almost knocked a picture down. All in all, I was very pleased with my first Yoga class and surprised by just how calming it really was. I see a definite revisit in the near future.
Saturday I lay on a floor mattress with Bex until about 5pm, it was fantastic. My first Saturday off in a long time, and it was well spent! I left there and proceeded to spend money on myself. I bought SW: KOTOR 2 (<--absolute gibberish to many) and XIII. My night was set when I found XIII for 5 FREAKIN BUCKS!! For those of us who spend more than a healthy amount of time in Entertainment stores know that happy, shining feeling that happens when you hold out for something and it ends up happening. (When XIII came out I was excited for the "comic book world" aspect but I refused to pay 60 bucks. That was last March or so, and now I am going to play this game and love every penny!)
I left Best Buy and went and bought myself a Taster's Pack of Beer. It's been a while since my last one, but I decided to go in and buy 7 different international beers. I ended up buying 8 and I'm going to sample one each night of my reading week. I'm excited about the huge bottle of Rasberry beer, and the returning favourite Sapporo.
I later met Shane and he brought over Requiem For A Dream. The film was amazing. Ellen Burstyn was freakishly convincing, and Jennifer Connelly was disturbing. Throughout the whole movie, I kept thinking "I can believe that this is plausible, but I hope it isn't." I was pleased with how far the movie went and how the camera make the actors perfect. Seeing the movie high didn't hurt any either.
Tonight I save the world. I've got my bottle of Bitburger from Germany, and I'm about to sit down and roam through the comic world. The only way this weekend could get better was if I didn't have to go to school this week.
(insert picture of Bart's face after finding out who ran away with the dish)
Friday night I went to my first yoga class. The "Kama Sutra" yoga class. I figured it would be an exciting night, and it was completely different. I was so relaxed. I was a little nervous at the beginning, and kept covering my exposed underwear label and occasionally exposed midrift, but after a while, I didn't care. I was excited that I could do some of the "To add a bit of challenge" poses, but was shocked at my lack of balance. I always thought that I had good balance but then again I've never grabbed by big toe and tried to stretch my leg out at a 90 degree angle. I tried using the wall to support but then fell into the wall and almost knocked a picture down. All in all, I was very pleased with my first Yoga class and surprised by just how calming it really was. I see a definite revisit in the near future.
Saturday I lay on a floor mattress with Bex until about 5pm, it was fantastic. My first Saturday off in a long time, and it was well spent! I left there and proceeded to spend money on myself. I bought SW: KOTOR 2 (<--absolute gibberish to many) and XIII. My night was set when I found XIII for 5 FREAKIN BUCKS!! For those of us who spend more than a healthy amount of time in Entertainment stores know that happy, shining feeling that happens when you hold out for something and it ends up happening. (When XIII came out I was excited for the "comic book world" aspect but I refused to pay 60 bucks. That was last March or so, and now I am going to play this game and love every penny!)
I left Best Buy and went and bought myself a Taster's Pack of Beer. It's been a while since my last one, but I decided to go in and buy 7 different international beers. I ended up buying 8 and I'm going to sample one each night of my reading week. I'm excited about the huge bottle of Rasberry beer, and the returning favourite Sapporo.
I later met Shane and he brought over Requiem For A Dream. The film was amazing. Ellen Burstyn was freakishly convincing, and Jennifer Connelly was disturbing. Throughout the whole movie, I kept thinking "I can believe that this is plausible, but I hope it isn't." I was pleased with how far the movie went and how the camera make the actors perfect. Seeing the movie high didn't hurt any either.
Tonight I save the world. I've got my bottle of Bitburger from Germany, and I'm about to sit down and roam through the comic world. The only way this weekend could get better was if I didn't have to go to school this week.
(insert picture of Bart's face after finding out who ran away with the dish)