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phew, havent updated for a while. C'mon John, get your head in the game.
Well, reading week is over. I had a good time, headed over to the laurentians to do some quality skiing. I even tried snowboarding for one day, which was actually pretty successfull (i didnt suck) so il definately try that more sometime, however skiing will surely remain my first love.
Im back in guelph now, which is cool, and my fish are still alive despite not having had a whole lot of food this past week, and whats that in the corner of the tank? eggs? i think im going to be a mother. makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
Im going to try to slack off less school wise now, i found myself skipping just a few too many classes before the break. Oh well, c'est la vie. I also have to start getting cracking on research for my big freakin' project on "The social power systems of urban poverty and homelessness with emphasis on causality and perpetuating factors" That will be a blast.
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I'm so happy. I just found out that I have been accepted into Harvard. And Yale. I don't know which to choose... oh, why is life so hard sometimes?
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.
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| 09:02am 20/01/2005 |
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Later on today, George W. Bush will be sworn in as the 55th president of the United States.
In conclusion, here is a picture I drew of me taking a poo on america.
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| 04:50am 04/01/2005 |
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its been a while since I updated, I just havent been feeling the lj groove.
Exams went well, essays all got handed in, i miraculously pulled off a 65.8 Grade point average. Having low expectations is excellent.
The break has gone well so far, I havent done a whole lot. Christmas was fun, and new years was hillarious.
( heres one of those year review survey dealies )
i just got in from wandering outside a bit, that was exciting. Normally there are a few cars and a person or two out late at night. Tonight though, there was no one at all, anywhere. I didnt see a single person or car in all of westdale, it was beautiful.
Im bored now though, i think il go to bed.
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| 03:14am 14/12/2004 |
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Yaaaawwnnn
oh man, this is not cool. Its 3:15 and my political science exam is in 5 hours.
Im having a hard time studying, the essay question i have is about corporate media control and bias. And i cant do any of the reading or watch any of the videos without getting profoundly angry at america. It never fails, i always get wipped up into a furor about how profoundly evil america is, and then i eventually submit to the apathetic realisation that there is nothing i can do about it.....for now.
dun dun dun
This week is going to be hell, i have an exam every day but thursday, and i am prepared for none of them.
Im not to worried though, as long as i pass everything well enough to stay off academic probation, my parents never have to know what marks im getting. I know thats lame, but avoiding being hassled about my work was my main motivation for doing well in highschool. "well" of course is an overstatement. it would be better described as "doing as little as possible to avoid being hassled"
i think peter from office space said it best when he said "but you know bob, that will only make a guy work just hard enough to not get fired"
its not that im inherintly a slacker, i can get profoundly passionate about things that catch my interest. the problem is that i love to learn, but dispise being taught. its a strange dichotomy, i know.
take piano lessons, for example: years of lessons, hours upon hours of practice, boat-loads of frustration for me and my teacher. And now, the only songs i remember how to play are "greensleaves" and "piano man"
which are the songs that i taught myself.
how ironic.
I think i am going to do much better in university further down the road, where i can take the really specific classes that deal with what i want to learn, and what i want to know. then, i predict a whole lotta ass kicking.
Exam time is rough at university. If you dont make an effort to get out of your room every so often, you can start to feel completely alienated from people. That was me a few days ago, but today i hung out with a fair number of people, so im content. I am a very social creature, to some extent. If there are people around that i want to interact with, it frustrates me immensely not to be interacting. Conversely, if there are no people around at all, i am perfectly content to be solitary. Again, a strange dichotomy, i know.
I really, really, really want that adbusters blackspot sneaker. I know i know, having an anti-commercial shoe company is an oxymoron. And im submiting to popular left-wing sentiment and hopping on the bandwagon. But at least this bandwagon is something new, something different and something that i can vaguely apply my system of ethics towards.
haha, yeah. i didnt know i had a system of ethics either. funny.
Ive come to the somewhat disturbing realisation that i desperately want something to believe in, and that bothers me. I know i dont believe in god, i know i dont believe in corporatism, i know i dont believe in working very hard. Sometimes i worry that i might easily be sucked into some cult if they had an appealing doctrine and promised to make my life easier. Maybe il just believe in myself more, that oughta do it.
And maybe i should stop polluting your friends page and actually study for this horrid exam
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| 11:56pm 09/12/2004 |
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George Orwell: Nineteen Eighty-Four. You are the
classic warning against the threat of
totalitarianism. To you, politics and
philosophy are inseparable, auchtorities suck
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| 10:18am 02/12/2004 |
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Its moments like this that really make me aware of a deep, profound, ironic sense of humour in the universe. Either that or it just pisses me off. I just went to philosophy for the last class before exams, the first time ive been in nearly 3 weeks, walk to the furthest possible classroom from my dorm and ,of course, the class is cancelled. |
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| 10:59pm 27/11/2004 |
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I have to write this down quickly before i forget.
Its hard to explain when im inside.
I like to walk around alone at night, or maybe i dont, but i do anyway. It used to be very peacefull, very relaxing. the feeling of being alone in an urban jungle, master of all the empty shops and streetlights. Tonight though i was just struck with an overwhelming sense of decay, of unbalance. When I walk alone at night, poems always creep into my head, and today the poems were angry.
No one understands me, including myself. Why am I the most calm when im furious? Am I even furious? i dont think so, but i cant tell. I have very little connection to my emotions, mostly because i have spent most of my life ignoring them. I just feel something welling up in me that I cant name, all i know is that it makes me want to hit something.
I walk along the streets, through the dark alleyways, in the forests, through the dark poorly marked paths. Its pitch black, no ones around. Someone could pop out and attack me if they wanted, and no one would see. But im not worried. When I walk alone at night, I feel infinately more dangerous than anyone else.
I feel curiously empty, it has persisted for the greater duration of my life. Periodically it gets filled by some gradiose plan, some great ambition. Im writing a book, im becoming a great rock climber, im learning a crazy russian martial art, im going to be on the radio. Inevidably i lose interest. I dont do it for a while, and get to discouraged to go again. It turns out that it wasnt what i was looking for to begin with.
Im not unhappy, im really not. I lead a great life. I just have no real vision, ambition or drive. I dont know why im here, and im still trying to make peace with the idea that its probably for no good reason.
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| 08:28pm 24/11/2004 |
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I had a farily eventfull weekend, which is out of the ordinary and quite enjoyable.
Me, Brad, Kat, Lindsay, Nick and Hayley randomly decided to go up to my cottage for the weekend, we bought walkie-talkies so we wouldent get lost, and drove 5 hours north in two little hatchbacks. quite enjoyable.
high points included a large game of risk, in which me and brad devided the world up between us. As well as when i threw cation and my pride to the wind and jumped in the fridgid cold water one morning wearing overly baggy swim trunks. A good weekend, overall.
Right now im procrastinating, as usual. It snowed alot today, which i used as my justification for not going to any classes. And so i spent the day working on my last essay, which has been overdue for 2 weeks (thank you dr.Dauda and your .5% a day penalty) and playing the guitar. Im impressed with my progress since i came here, i think soon il be ready to do the "field test".
If you dont know what the field test is, il explain. Several years ago at camp, i was on my way to the bathroom when i noticed a guy walking into the centre of a completely empty field with his guitar, and he started to play a song. I continued to the bathroom, and when i returned roughly 4 minutes later, he had 8 girls surrounding him listening to him play. That was when i decided i wanted to learn the guitar. And so, when i feel i am proficient enough at it, i intend to play the guitar in a big empty field and see what happens in 4 minutes.
My room is very clean today, i went bezerk with the cleanliness yesterday and cleaned it all up. I even vaccumed. Im impressed with myself.
I think i may go home this weekend, see a few people i havent see in a while, do some laundry, emotionally blackmail my mother into buying me boots and a winter jacket, not to mention groceries. You know, the usual drill.
Anyway, i have began to ramble, Il let everyone get on with their lives.
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www.sorryeverybody.com
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| 02:16am 11/11/2004 |
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i have recently downloaded a voice recognition program so that i could dictate my essay. its not working so well. the rest of this entry will be me making wierd high pitched sounds and grunts into the microphone, and the program interperating it accordingly.
room the mark the need warn you will not need a hole in the nude upon and threw up in "the on newborn" I'm needed to: mark the wall in the room home with who read and react in new window on people would see on the photo I. F. R. in the horn through "I bet for the world are you with what they're back "acrobat were or were referrer who were over for other back at a later date, will in on E. I. U. the new I need visit any been netmeeting avenue in a data.
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Just before political science today, I went to the vending machine to get a drink.
I have given up caffiene, so i got a fruitopia, a kiwi/watermellon blend.
When it dropped down and I picked it up, I noticed that the cap was loose, the plastic was broken, and that little seal had popped up.
Now, what was supposed to be going through my mind then is "someone has tampered with that bottle, the vending machine clerk must have opened it, and who knows what could be in it"
what actually went through my mind was "whats the worst that could happen?" to which my mind answered "It could be poisoned, and i could die"
I drank it anyway. it was delicious.
On the walk back, I wondered about that descision. I wondered why Im not afraid like everyone else. Why I dont seem to care as much about my personal safety. The existentialist chasm began to open up at my feet.
As humans, we have to be responsible for our own lives. We have to abandon this culture of victimhood, this philosophy of grief and bitterness. My life is the way it is now entirely due to my own actions and choices. Sure it may seem that I have been manipulated and have been out of control, but this is not the case. Everything good in my life is thanks to me. Everything bad in my life is my own fault. I am responsible for me. I am not a product of the media, of video games, of my genes, of my parents rearing techniques, of the music i listen to, of my friends, or of my teachers. I am in complete control of my own life, and I am responsible for it, in good times and bad.
And so I drank the possibly poisoned fruitopia. If I die, its not the fault of the person who poisoned it, its not the fault of the vending machine for giving me that particular bottle. Its my fault for giving up caffiene and thus not buying a root-beer, and its further my fault for choosing to drink the bottle, dispite the warning signs.
Of course, it might have just been a mechanical problem, the bottle could have nocked funnily against the side of the machine and come a bit loose.
That dosent concern me either, I dont need to rationalize my choice to drink the bottle.
This seems to me to be a perfect analogy for god. In this case, god is the machine-operator who poisoned the bottle, or god is the awkward angle at which the bottle fell, causing it to come open.
I dont care about these possible senarios, and I dont care about any other problems in my life. God has no power over me. Sure, I talk about how I dont believe in god, and how its irrational to believe in god, but the fact is, its irrational to believe in anything, anything but yourself.
So, emo-kid, dont sit in your room and cry about how external forces have made you miserable. You are responsible for every single little piddly detail of your life. It is essential to realise this, because then it can be understood that the things which make you afraid, sad, or angry are really inconsiquential.
Eventually, I, You, and everyone else, will die and decompose. And who knows if there is an afterlife? most signs point to no. Life is too short for you to be afraid, life is too short for you to blame your situation on anything else. Stand up, be content, and deal with it.
Drink from the possibly poisoned bottle, it may be the most delicious drink you'll ever have.
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I just got back from this murder mystery thing, it was pretty fun. although me and kat were the only ones in costumes, good times though. It ended up being a big metaphor for intolerance and hate crimes, which was kinda nifty. the girl who organized it thought of it all herself, so im impressed.
I havent updated for a while, for which i appologize. so il summarize the past little while.
I am in university. the university of guelph
It rocks.
Everyone who i met rocks.
Halloween rocked, my costume was me with a pumpkin on my head.
Trick-or-eat rocked, we got tons of food for the food bank.
Exams and essays dont rock, i still have to do my sociology essay which was due today.
Everything i havent mentioned, i forgot about, but theres a good chance that it rocked.
anyway, thats all i have to say
stay classy livejournal.
heheh, anchorman.
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| 11:43pm 24/09/2004 |
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now i know what they mean when they say "you cant come home again"
for one of the few times in my life, i am vaguely depressed.
this is no longer my town.
I wandered around a while in my former stomping grounds and everything seems so strange.
I dont want to go outside again, I want to stay in here until I leave back for guelph.
I went into a store and I saw someone who I once considered a very close friend. I havent talked to her much since grade 11. It was nice to see her again, but it really nailed home a few points. I probably will never see her again, and that holds true for many people here.
University does funny things to you, ive only been gone three weeks, but I already feel more at home there than here. I think im going to have trouble sleeping tonight in what used to be my bed. It probably didnt help that i spent the entire summer at camp and was only here for a week before i moved to guelph.
I dunno, maybe its just because the streets are flooded with people my age that i dont know. maybe i miss my friends. maybe i need more sleep or something to eat.
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i know, i know, i never update
i have good reasons though
the whole summer i was working at a summer camp
and lately ive been busy moving into residence
i now currently reside in room 314 of Prairie Hall, in the University of Guelph.
Its not just for farmers anymore.
Its also for slackers like moi.
I have a single room, and i like it very much.
Although, i do slightly resent not having a roommate, im coping. The advantage is no one uses my soap.
Guelph, to be frank, is awesome. Im having a thouroughly amazing time. Even the fact that i dont drink isnt hampering that fact.
in any event, im done my update. maybe il update again sometime
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type your username with the following body parts:
nose: arcane_requem
elbow: aq4RFC A NMDE FTRQWJUKI MM
tongue: arca1e
_requiem (oh god that tasted awful)
chin: azFCXVASBBNE'-rtferwqwhjunm
foot: arfcaned)_rerqwu8ieem,
genitals:arcane-reuiemn
eyes closed: arcame\=requiem
wow that was fun times. in fact, kat(she_disported)wanted to do it too
nose: wy34?"_)e489ws-0904553e
elbow: she???disported
tongue: she-disported
chin: zxbvsd?)_uizxopfrgfdsc
foot: she-disported
genitals:
876yy6.l56ocgfuix6.xk u/ulfulttlgnmnbbn fkbvf (that was hard)
eyes closed: she)disported |
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as the title would suggest, im giving in to peer pressure. This is where i put all my songs on random and put my favorite lyric of the first 10 songs and see if anyone can recognise them. fun fun fun.
1. My best friend took a weeks vacation to forget her, his girl took a weeks worth of valium and slept
2. and if you do not want to see me again, I would understand
3. well i dont know what I should do with my hands when i talk to you, and you dont know where you should look, so you look at my hands
4. Now paul is a real estate novelist, who never had time for a wife, and hes talking with davie, who's still in the navy, and probably will be for life
5. Well I try to shut the gates the walls are fading I climb from the depths of hell I'm escaping unscathed
6. The devils on chickersmacks, down at the radio shack. were turning shit into solid gold
7.Don’t the best of them bleed it out, While the rest of them peter out Truth or consequence, say it aloud
8. Hey there goes martin luther king. notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring.
9. It goes back to Athens, this ideology of expansion of colonists with crosses, the stars the stripes and the swastikas.
10. See that pretty girl in that mirror there? who can that attractive girl be? |
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So a guy walks into a bar...outch.
but seriously now, a guy walks into a bar and he sees a pirate sitting at the bar. The guy finds this a little strange, and so he goes up to the pirate and looks him over.
He notices that the pirate has a steering wheel attached to the front of his pants. In fact, it appears to be welded to his fly zipper.
The guy is quite confused by this, and so he says to the pirate "excuse me mr pirate, why is there a steering wheel on the front of your pants"
The pirate looks at the guy and says "aaarrrrgh, I know, tis driving me nuts!"
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I think we could all learn a whole lot from that joke. For instance, we could learn that pirates arent the ruthless buccaneers that they are made out to be, but rather humourous people who enjoy hanging out in bars, which brings me to my main point: I wish I was a pirate.
In news completely unrelated to piracy, I have been accepted into both the University of Trent, and The University of McMaster. No word yet from Guelph, but hopefully i will hear from them within the week. I didnt get any scholarships or anything, but those are for overachievers. I am perfectly content in my slackerly, mediocre ways.
Now, back to piracy. Being a pirate would fufill at least four of my lifelong dreams:
1. Get to ride around in a ship all day
2. Have a peg-leg
3. Finally have a legitimate excuse to use the phrase "poop deck"
4. Did i mention the peg-leg?
the downside of course is the unsanitary conditions and potential for scurvy, but my current existence is really not better. I kid, I kid.
Now, before my pointless ramblings organize, rebel against me, sharpen themselfves until they cease to be pointless and string me from the ol' apple tree; I think i shall depart. Farewell. |
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