Congrats to Me

I failed my Sociology test. Flat out failed it, there is no way I could have passed. I have never been more embarrassed and dissapointed in my life

Yarrrg!

I am currently sitting here attempting to cram an entire term's worth of reading into 3 or 4 days, a week at most.

This is not good, especially when one of the texts is written at a post-grad level, and I am totally lost in the class.

Wish me luck!

Joe

Contradiction?

Can something be a happy melancholy? Is that possible, or is it an outright contradiction?

I ask this because that seems to be what I am feeling right now. This all revolves around a song. Specifically the Tragically Hip song Bobcaygeon. I've heard it a million times before, on the radio, at the grocery store, in video rotation on Much More Music. But not until yesterday did I actually sit down and LISTEN to the song.

I'm not sure what it is. It may be Gord Downie's voice, or just the whole laid back vibe of the band, but happy melancholy is the only way to describe it. I feel like I should be depressed by the song, but I instead can't help but feel uplifted. It makes me happy, this is a good thing.

Yes, yes I am

I am a poop head,

I admit it,

I am sorry

That is all

Work related injury

My biceps are insanely sore today. Why, you may ask, well, I will tell you.

For those of you who have worked at a place that serves fountain pop are probably familiar with how the syrup for said pop is delivered. It comes in 20 litre bags which are put into boxes to prevent the bags from breaking. As you can probably imagine, 20 litres of what is essentially liquid sugar is pretty heavy. Anyways, several of these boxes were delivered to work yesterday, and as I was in, I thought I would go pick them up.

In the summer this is not a problem. Why? Because I have staff in with me. However, as this was a school group day, I was flying solo on this delivery...it only gets better from here. Normally, we have a dolly type thing that we can pile the deliveries onto and push from the West Entrance back to Cinesphere. However, this dolly is also an unruly bastard to move, so I instead decided to take one of those 2 wheeled cart ensembles instead. What I didnt realize though, was the physics of how the 2 wheeled cart ensembles work. As there are only 2 wheels, this means that the cart has to be tipped back and held up to move it. Therefore, I was left carrying the weight of whatever it is that is on the cart. It almost defeats the purpose of having the cart to begin with.

So, long story short I wound up pushing these stupid syrups (there were 6 of them) about 300 meters while essentially doing a bicep curl. Needless to say me arms are FUCKING SORE today, and not in a good way

Cheers

Joe

Moment of Wit

Apparently everyone can be funny once and a while

From the guitarist in my brother's band:

"I think I have our songwriting formula worked out. I'll go emo and write the sad songs, you get a drug addiction and write the fast songs, and we'll both go into therapy and write the meaningful songs."

Running

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Namely about how people deal with situations.

One thing that I keep coming back to is the concept of running. Some people call it escaping. I never understood this. Some people seem to be in a constant state of running, they seem to be constantly needing to escape whatever reality they're dealing with. Now don't get me wrong, there are some people who are genuinely running away from bad situations, but they're running away to a different end. I'm more thinking about people who are "running to standstill," that is, theyre running away from facing basic reality that doesnt need to be changed. These people just seem incapable of dealing with this reality, and instead choose to run as long as possible until they reach a point where they have to face the reality that is there existance. I just dont understand this

Joe