the good life.

Mon, 21 May 2007 06:52:06 GMT

Tonight I found out that freedom isn't freedom unless exercised.

...lesson learned.

The Questionaire.

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 04:17:16 GMT

I was recently asked to describe myself. I simply smiled and said that I couldn't.

I guess I'm ok with the fact that I'm a little scattered. At least I know all the pieces are there.

woo woo ha ha trip fall ouch.

Fri, 23 Feb 2007 04:08:04 GMT

so...

emo(for lack of a better word) post.

Thank y'all for showing up.

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 07:38:51 GMT

Why is it impossible to try to stop thinking about something?

Revenge and gold.

Sun, 11 Feb 2007 07:59:04 GMT

Careful, careful, careful was the cockeyed fellow,
For I hardly made out his feverish bellow.
"Stay low, star clear, stay free from fear!
You can never give in to those so dear!"

This man, a great echo of many good kings,
Was consumed so deeply by beautiful things.
Bravery and the sword in those dear days of old,
A long lost story of Agamemnon and gold.

I think now of the days where trust was seen,
Above by the mountains in the the clouds between.
I will find you on the edge of sure defeat,
Show you why they say revenge is so sweet.

Sun, 11 Feb 2007 05:39:08 GMT

Adrian got mad as hell. Adrian went for a run. Adrian's run did very little. Adrian's legs hate him.

Adrian is...well he's not buying into the whole "your problems are small in comparison to the universe" idea.

Fri, 09 Feb 2007 06:06:53 GMT

I can't help but feel helpless and anxious about this. But it's 110% my fault it's been taking so god damn long.

Genes, don't you prove anything.

I think I've hit a pitchfork in the road.

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 18:26:14 GMT

I'm beginning to get the sense that life is so much simpler than I perceive it to be. Still, it doesn't make decisions any easier to make. Sometimes I wish for a sibling, not because I feel isolated but because I'm convinced that no one actually knows me as well as I think they should.

Whatever the case, I'm sure the solution to all this BS is simple enough.

Sat, 13 Jan 2007 21:58:43 GMT

Nothing in the world is more frustrating than putting together an Ikea cabinet. God damn!

I've become too preoccupied with the weather...

Mon, 01 Jan 2007 19:51:17 GMT

So it's a new year! Wooo!

Well that's all I really intended to say. That and best of luck in 07!

ACME Christmas dinner.

Tue, 26 Dec 2006 04:16:44 GMT

Tonight was my first ever Christmas dinner/turkey dinner. T'was good, although I must admit the stuffing is better than the turkey, but not by much.

I feel like snowboarding again, and again, and again, and again, and again...yep, I'm a broken record.

Ramble ramble ramble ramble.

Sun, 24 Dec 2006 07:14:47 GMT

For some odd reason I feel so at home. I've pretty much spent my entire life at home only away briefly for vacations and such, but now I just have that comforting and undeniably good feeling of being home. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. It's like smelling freshly baked apple pie or hearing your favourite soft song, I just feel so settled.

Forget white sandy beaches, I've got a my pillow and a good ten hours to dream dream dream away.

Party quirks.

Fri, 22 Dec 2006 08:06:08 GMT

Why oh why did "Whose line is it anyway" have to end!?!

Tue, 19 Dec 2006 21:11:03 GMT

I hate that moment, that point where you realize that you're utterly fucked. I just want to go and start blaming my prof for being unreal (in a very bad way), the university for even putting the words "science distribution course" in the course calender, and myself for not dropping this piece shit. Then I come to another realization. Even though I attending every single fucking lecture there is absolutely nothing I can do but cram cram cram cram cram cram cram cram cram cram cram cram cram cram! And this most painful part about it is that it will probably do nothing for me.

I'm an artsy, I write papers, read excruciating boring articles, contemplate the pointless and read comic books for class. Why can't you just let me pass, get my freaking half credit and let me be? I just want to be...

Please please just let me be...

Oh boy, I miss cursing every muscle in my body.

Sun, 17 Dec 2006 18:42:10 GMT

It was good to get back on the snow and fly like a bullet. What I don't miss is flying head over heels because of those who fail to recognize the giant black diamonds in front of runs.

Carving turns, laughing on the lift, pointing out the next run, the sun coming up over the hill and through the trees. This is why I love winter, this is why I tolerate the crippling burn in my muscles.

Today I daydreamed for a good half hour about building a bookfort...

Tue, 12 Dec 2006 04:08:48 GMT

I'm trapped in a castle of books. This would be fine I were deep in the Alps but not in Richmond Hill.

I'll be playing with snow in roughly 97 long hours.

I need yoda right now, he can make anything seem worthwhile.
...plus, he's tiny and green...and old.

Home is on page A13.

Mon, 04 Dec 2006 04:52:50 GMT

I got 'lost' and typed "home" into my http:// address bar.

...now why would it take me to the New York Times?

I envy trust fund kids...they've always got something better to do.

Sun, 03 Dec 2006 05:32:10 GMT

It's kind of annoying to study when you have an annoying little thought poking you like a hyper 7 year old. It's also kind of scary how I can consistently find reasons to put off studying to do pointless things like facebook (which I swore to myself I would never get into), make sandwiches, check my ever empty email, and watch stupid tv.

I'm frustrated these days. I'm by no means a full on negative super robot but I'm just not feeling the holidays like I usually do. Fooey and bollocks.

I remember gr. 10 media studies class with Mr. Everard, we watched "Waydowntown". It wasn't a great movie but to this day I remember a scene where two characters used a soundproof glass cylinder to yell their lungs out. I need on of those cylinders...badly. I need something to work out my restlessness and my frustration on. This typing is soothing but it's just a temporary distraction. Fooey and bollocks.

...On a very separate note, what does one get his mother for christmas?

Tue, 28 Nov 2006 03:41:14 GMT

I fell asleep on the bus...I never do that.

The Christmas rush officially begins when the coffee shops change their cups.

Sun, 26 Nov 2006 19:06:47 GMT

So, to recap: I hate papers, I want it to snow (a lot), it's 2:01pm which means I should have started my paper 1 minute ago, my upper back hurts, and people take christmas shopping waaaay too seriously.

Ok adrian, time to go from a brisk walk to a steady jog.

Thu, 23 Nov 2006 04:26:50 GMT

The real world can piss off.

I've got no more energy to deal with it. Not now, not tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

Wed, 15 Nov 2006 04:47:21 GMT

Forget apocalypse now, we need paradise now!

Moving sidewalks.

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 06:55:43 GMT

I can't feel settled. I feel like an electron, round and round and round and round(at least astronomy was good for a simile). I need to stop and smell...something, anything nice.

New Incubus is...catchy?

Sisyphus.

Sat, 04 Nov 2006 06:11:02 GMT

One day when I'm older, richer and smarter I'm going execute a master plan. This plan will be completely top secret. What my grand plan will entail is incredibly stupid but simply amazing as well.

I will plant plethora of fireworks in the centre of the city. There will be those giant exploding colour balls, rockets the shoot up and crack, many roman candles...just about the most spectacular fireworks money can buy.

After the colour bombs have been planted, I will find a nice hill that overlooks the city(a tall building will suffice if no such hill exists). I will then push/drag/pull a giant couch to the top of the hill/building, pour myself a glass of OJ and sprawl myself as comfortably as possible and enjoi the show(I'll time the fireworks to go off or something). I can think of no better plan.

...that plan sucks.

Right, right, you're bloody well right, you gotta bloody right to say.

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 23:54:06 GMT

"If God intended man to drink water, He would not have made him with an elbow capable of raising a wine glass." -Benjamin Franklin

That had little to do with Hallowe'en but have a good one anyway.