Give me one more day....

...And still I'd never do anything

This is the official blog of nonsense

My first LJ post is exponentially better written than anything I've posted on this blog. I'm not sure if it was a fluke or what, but from now on the LJ is for official bloggins, and this is for...well...whatever the hell it is I do right now.

So, I came to the realization this morning that every bus/streetcar route I use on a regular basis (16,54,11,124 & 511) passes a hospital somewhere along the route (2 at Scarborough Gen, 2 at Sunnybrook and 1 at Toronto Western, incase you were wondering). I don't know what percentage of TTC routes pass hospitals, but I found it kind of strange. Perhaps I like it where it's safe?

Self-Kyboshing

Well, I decided that running for editor in chief of ProTem was probably a dumb idea. I really haven't the faintest idea how to run a newspaper, and since my goal would have been to NOT run the thing into the ground, it's probably not the best thing to go into completely blindly. The goal is simply to make RG better next year, and I'll be happy with that

What the hell kind of threepenny opera costs 5 bucks?

Threepenny opera was pretty good...I should know better than to doubt Becca's judgement...or probably any drama major for that matter, at least when it comes to theatre related stuff

I think I need to drink more

Seriously, it would at least provide some sort of justification for the stupid shit I do...like downloading Falco's entire discography...which I did last night...

I feel strangely satisfied

Six chord progressions, two melody lines I've been rearranging for a good 6 weeks, and far too many pages of paper later, I think I've written something decent sounding. I don't know if it is because I resolved it to be unfinishable, but stepping away and coming back to it seemed to be the formula. Hell, going through my old notebooks, I think I may even have some lyrics that could fit with it. Regardless though, I'm very happy with myself

I wonder....?

If hell were to operate similarly to our judicial system - various lengths of sentences depending on what you did - how much time would I get for accidentally sucking up a cross while vaccuming? Because I kinda did that today, and for some reason my extremely devout catholic mother found it hilarious.

2 In a Day!

Did retardedly well on both of my driving pretests. Turns out I'm a model YD Student, as my adherence to their sub habits is really above average.

To go along with my broken furnace, the toilet in the basement stopped working today. At this rate I figure that our shower stall should implode sometime tonight, and by mid afternoon on friday, the washer and dryer will have mysteriously dissapeared.

Is this ADD?

I've come to the realization, after a lot of thinking and talking to people who know me, that I'm not really a "pour myself into something" type of person. That is, I think that I seem to be more of a fringer than anything else - I get multiple things going at once, distribute my energy among those things as evenly as possible, yet never fully get involved with any of them. I don't exactly know why I'm like this, but it can be immensely frustrating at times. There are tonnes of things that I want to put more time into, yet it seems as soon as I try to "buckle down" on one thing, two more are creeping up on me and demanding my attention. The end result, at least for the past couple of years, has been a feeling that everything that I have worked on has been done somewhat halfassedly, or at the very least not given 100% of my energy.

Take, for example, the poem I have to read/prepare a handout for in my Lit class. I seem incapable of sitting down, reading the poem, reading it again, analyzing it, going back through it for things I missed, and essentially getting everything I need done in one sitting. Instead, I read it once, play guitar, eat, read half of it again, watch TV, go out for a half an hour, come back, read the same half again, etc. What's really frustrating is that I know this is not at all conducive to my learning, yet no matter how many times I remind myself of this fact, I seem incapable, or at least unwilling, to change it.

I dont know exactly where this is going

I find it hilarious that I can go back to the Loblaws I worked at for two years, and none of the people I worked with recognize me, yet my old manager that left my store a year before I did recognizes me by name from 20 feet away.
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Bands whose albums I need to buy:
Sloan
Alan Parsons Project
New Pornographers
Ratatat
Tragically Hip
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My furnace is in its death throes. I basically have spent the last day and a half with out much heat. Good times. From what I hear Rez at glendon is the exact opposite...anyone wanna trade?

Finally, and most importantly, Lifestream makes the best damn waffles on the planet, they deserve some sort if award. Seriously.