Back to school

This semester sucks. Fuck I can't stand it. Worst semester ever. Why did I take 3 math classes? It gets so pissed off it makes me wanna say... Reading week was so good. I had an amazng time, except when I grabbed the wrong skates and had to put on size 7 skates with my size 10 feet with ingrown bid toenails.

Then Sunday night came and it was all relaxing and everything, but this blanket of anxiety started to appear hanging over my head. This is the shittiest time of year. I have to worry about where I'm going to be living next year. I have to find a job for the summer, I have my taxes to do, and I have the same school that was stressing me out before the break stressing me out once again. It gets me so pissed off it makes me want to say...

Then all this shit makes me stress about my life. I feel so much weight on my shoulders. It's like I have to know what I want to do. I have this plan to be a teacher, but I also want to fuck around and try my luck with something I think is more exciting, like a business, or an acting career, or writing plays or something. How does one achieve these goals? This something I have no clue about. It gets me to pissed off it makes me want to say....

To top it off I had one of those freak out moments that I have 3.5 times a year in which I realize what it means to be mortal and I freak out, my heart beats super fast, and then I my brain is like, "whoa Nelly" try some of these chemicals we produce, and I calm down and fall asleep.

I still have friends though and I still have super girlfriend. But I think my problems lie more within, and sucks. It gets me so pissed off it makes me want to say...


FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Blogging Blogging Blogging

Take that ninjas, my new Onitsuka Tigers are allowing me to be become the ultimate fighting machine.

These were a great purchase. Check it out Mark and Brie. I had my eye on these since I saw them in Urban Outfitters the first day I was in Toronto on my reading week. You guys took me to Da Zone which had some nice shoes, but I just couldn't help and not want these ones. Before I Jess and I went to catch the bus, we went back to Urban Outfitters and there they were, still sitting there all brown and leathery with their green and yellow logo signature lines. After waiting forever for the terrible service at that store (i almost gave up) I finally got the right size after asking twice and goddamn they were spiffy. The tag said $110 which I was willing to pay hesitantly, so I decided I would get them. My last new pair of shoes were bought off Mark and they were his pair of Asics. Anyways, I took them to the counter and waited as the sailsperson ignored me and chatted with a co-worker. Then finally she scanned them, and they were a surprising $69.99. That was the best part! It made me forget about the shitty service I received.

Calvin, I miss London and I want to make a trip down some weekend to be named later. So don't go anywhere. I also want a painting, I would make a trip just to get one. Seriously, I have wanted one for a long time.

Scott, I am impressed that you know I live near the Speed River in Guelph. I don't actually live on speed to anyone who misinterpreted Scott's link to my blog. Happy 4 1/2 Birthday dude.

I wish I knew how to put links to other blogs on my blog. I also wish I knew how to post pictures. Maybe someday...

So watch out for me, you will not hear me coming, so you will need your eyes, my new sneakers are perfect for sneaking.

WHAM!!

I don't believe in anything

I think I don't believe in anything. I think a lot of things, but I wouldn't necessarily say I believe them. I think it might be the fact that I have no interest in believing in anything. I want to be as unbiased as I can. However I do think things, but I can always alter what I think, or think two opposite sides of something.

It's similar to the like/love, dislike/hate, I think the same applies to think/believe. However sometimes I think I love someobe or dislike someone. I try not to hate anyone. I think hate is something I do not want to be associated with. However the word does slip out of my mouth sometimes, I think....

I think there is no truth. Everything is subjective. So never think you have things worked out, because you are trying to believe in that. This is something I think.

I have never been subjected to religion in my life. I am often a fence sitter. The more I know, the less I want to believe in anything. I guess all I can do is be (I think). I do think things though when I have to, it gets me marks on essays. I can't say I believe them. I don't think I am very smart. There is something about me. I think I am balanced. Afterall, I have good balance. I think I do... Maybe I don't...

I think this blog is really boring. It's hard to explain I think.

Challenge: How many times did I say, "I think"

Count them.

My Bathroom

My bathroom has no working outlets in it. This forces me to keep my excellent Oral-B electric toothbrush in my room.

My bathroom is always dirty. It gets a cleaning every month if it's lucky.

My bathroom is used by four people. It looks like it is used by 20.

Every shower I take is the worst shower of my life. Sometimes it is the pressure. Sometimes it is the temperature. Sometimes it is both. I always have the hot water as high as it goes. It is unpredictable what this temperature will be.

There is a hamster living in my bathroom. His name is Cohen and he is a teddy-bear hamster. I wish I could say he was named after someone cool like Leaonard Cohen, but he is named after Seth Cohen, a fictitious tv character on the O.C. who is kind of cool, but naming a hamster after him is not cool. Poor little Cohen is abandoned. It is not his fault. He has a squeaky hamster wheel. And since he is nocturnal, it keeps light sleepers up at night. I have been tempted to buy the poor guy a plastic one, but I never kind myself in a place where they sell such an item. A few times when I have been drunk I have contemplated plugging the tub and putting him in it. I am curious to see if is claws can grip the tub and if he can escape from it.

The best part of my bathroom is being able to open the window in nice weather and feel like I am showeing outside. If I am lucky, I will catch a glimpse of a squirrel running across the power line. This makes me happy. It reminds me of a time when I was not alive and I assume life was easier then.

Calvin, the last poo I took was pretty big, but it was one of those gross ones that you have to wipe a lot. The weather is very dry and thus my ass is dried out and wiping it a lot is creating a lot of discomofort, at this point I have no plans to apply moisturiser to my pooey, hairy ass.

Valentines Day

I was asked on the bus by Jessica Burley to be her Valentine. I played hard to get cause I'm so pretty, but I said yes, that was what my heart wanted me to say all along. 'nuff said.

In recap

I had an idea today for a TV show. The concept is pretty simple, it may bot even sound appealing, but in my head it is. It is a show that would work very well here in Guelph as a university town. It started with this lame university night show on Roger's on a Friday night for fuck's sake, who's gonna watch that. Well apparently I did. And it sucked.

Here's my idea: Now, the simple concept is a show in which two or so hosts go to and tour student houses and meet the people in them. Now, the recpetion I have gotten has been shaky, but there is a lot of potential in this idea. The key element is the hosts. The show has to be entertaining. And I don't meet two hot females necessarily, I mean myself, and someone else. I just need someone to share my vision. I can have great ideas sometimes, I just need someone to squeeze the creative juices out of me. I am not self-sufficent at this most of the time...

There are some stories to be had out there. University students have an interesting life. Living with other people is not easy. But the is a very explorable dynamic about the way a home operates with a bunch of 20-somethings. You also never know what may happen when you go to a students house and the things they'll have to share with you... Anyways, if anyone shares my vision, please contact me futher about this idea...

I presented a monologue today. I was a cop, Max, from Adult Entertainment, in George F. Walker's culmination of plays in Suburban Motel, a series of plays taking place in the same motel room. Max has been stabbed and is explaining to the woman he is cheating on his wife with about the first person he ever killed. I was pretty happy with it. However, it never goes as well when you present it as when you rehearsed it.

Once that was over, I had a pleasant ride home with one Jessica Burley. On this bus ride, I noticed an old woman, and I mean white hair old, get on the bus with, get this, A SCOOTER. And this is one of those ones kids ride around with the large rollerblade wheels. And although there may have been a perfectly logical explanation for this, I almost got a boner from curiosity. I was tempted to give up all my plans just to follow this woman so I could perhaps get the chance to watch her ride that scooter gracefully off into the cold night... man that would be a sight to see... But perhaps it would be better in my head than in reality.

Bought the new Belle and Sebastian CD. My first CD purchase of 2006. Couldn't resist, despite the fact that I will probably not listen to it since it is on my computer and mp3 cd, I needed it to be in my time capsule, the soundtrack of my life, my cd stand, of which I need another one come to think of it but cannot afford. That CD makes me know why I live everyday. That is my endorsement... I also downloaded a few albums, The Subways and Annie. Upon first listens, satisfaction is there, but not to the degree of The Life Pursuit.

Fuck, why did I get a blog, too time consuming, I have early mornings everyday of the week.

Breaking the Seal

Well isn't this saucy, I have a place to store the words in my brain. More to come, don't lose interest yet. I'm new at this...