Thought Process in Rapid Eye Movement

I walked from the institution into the street, and was met by four ballerinas. "What do you want?" I asked. "Your attention for the next to years." the littlest one replied. Never one to decline a request, I rested my mind on a nearby picnic table and continued my journey. Not one second later than my departure, this same mind-carrying table was recycled, and reborn as a telephone pole. This left me in an awkward situation. Whereas when one is occupying a table, one can remind people he is there, nobody tends to notice a telephone pole. Therefore the world's secrets, no matter how miniscule, or how large, are automatically transfered into your mindset. This does not seem new, it does indeed seem instinctual, like the need for food, or the need for for material possession, instead being replaced by "Mary, you bitch! You knew I liked him!" or "Yes, I do realize I fucked the voting system and went against the U.N., I'm sinply pushing the borderline till the people will have to accept anything." Now, as can be imagined, this was not to my liking, so I hatched a plan. That night, I spontaneously combusted, unfortunately making it much harder for relatives and tax collectors to get in contact. I then focussed on becoming a human once again, instead turing into a mountain goat. "This'll have to do for now." I thought, as I gave my complete and utter attention to the troupe of ballerinas that had followed me on my magnificent voyage.

Mind-Clearing Prelude to a Fucked Up Situation

I was pondering what to do this evening, when suddenly, it struck me. What if all this is as good as it's going to get? Well the next question seemed obvious enough: is it, in that case, our own fault if we have unfulfilled lives? Should we not be grabbing life by the balls (to use a common idiom)? I pondered, and pondered, until at last I was preoccupied. By the television. But now I am back to pondering, and writing in my blog to clear my thoughts. The truth is, I want to do more, as many people do, but where do we get the inspiration? We are told that our adolescent years are devoted to creating a better future for ourselves, but is this really the case? If a better future means happiness, I understand. But what I don't understand, is the constant pressure to form plans towards careers we don't want, with discouragement given to pursuing careers we do want. If, for example, one wishes to pursue a career in the arts, they are turned away, told they will not make enough money. Does happiness not come before money? I mean, sure you need to feed yourself, but at the end of the day, shouldn't you feel good about it? Which leads to one cause of the essential problem of alienation and boredom; money. Now, I am not trying to make excuses. I fully realize that I have the freedom to go and have a fulfilling life, and if all goes well, I will. I'm sure I'm not the only one to realize this. yes we have the power to achieve happiness, but do we have the encouragement?

Goody Goody Aloha

What's up everyone?
Had a great, yet not-doing-much weekend. Went bookshopping on saturday, which I'll admit is nerdy, but I don't give a fuck. Then read a lot and watched the Oscars with some friends on Sunday. On Monday, today, I went skating with some more friends and had a good time. I also completely rearanged my room completely, which I'm told is a girly thing to do, but again, I don't give a fuck. My room really feels different now, and I love it. And I can't think of anything else to write, but remember to tip your waiter and/or waitress when next you get the chance.

Head-Banging in the Snow

Hey fellow... weekend blog readers...
How's it happening up?
Had a good weekend so far, had a p.a. day yesterday, and then went to winterlude with Kate and Morgan. The had four bands from the Arts and Crafts label which I love so very much. Young Galaxy, Apostle of Hustle, Amy Millan, and Jason Collett were all there. All the bands seemed to play at their prime, despite the cold (although Catherine McCandless of Young Galaxy had a cold related hand trauma, and the band cut it short) and played a very lively and memorable show. Towards the end, during Jason Collett's show, the other bands came on (minus Young Galaxy), and played as a single group which was essentially the majority of Broken Social Scene (as Broken Social Scene is made up of members of all these bands), and had a skilled duet between Jason Collett and Amy Millan (of Stars fame). Long story short... the show kicked ass.
Now I am sitting at my computer, feeling good, posting on my blog. I wanted some more key-lime pie, but my bitch of a dog ate it. And soooo Kudos.

Head-Banging in the Rain

Hey All!!!
I am sitting here, feeling full, and getting ready for rehearsal. Now that's just boring sooooo...
I had a great weekend. Me and Gabe went to the Billy Talent concert on Saturday. It was very very very very good. All the bands were great. Particularly Anti-Flag, and Billy Talent. On Sunday, I rode the O-Train to South Keys and thought about how much nicer it is than the bus, and reasons why; nice, out of traffic scenery, smooth and relaxing ride, no advertisements, and no crowds. I thought about this and Larry O'Brien's decision to cancel the expansion project. This pisses me off. I think that the O-Train should be open to more people than just those who live around the four stations. I think I should have more option on where to take the O-Train too, and most of all, I wish it was as easy to get a free (if slightly illegal) ride to downtown as it is to south keys.