next year...

next year. not too far away. what will i do... i know im coming back for a 5th year but im not too sure about my plans on life thereafter. ill probably knock about  the school and do whatever or work hard and graduate but the future is foggy. Ill probably fly by doing whatever comes up first. i wouldnt mind getting into psycology after school. but then again I don't have the marks.  I wouldnt mind getting into renovations either, but the work is pretty hard. I wish this blog site had fancier fonts because its looking pretty repetitive now...

road trip.

last summer, i embarked on a solo journey to ottowa via two feet a heartbeat and a thumbs up. i was sitting at my moms house, bored so i decided i wanted to go somewhere. i packed up my backpack which contained a few changes of clothes, a book or two, and a carton of smokes. then i emptied my savings ( a booming $180), grabbed my guitar, and set off from fort erie- which is where my mumma lives. i walked for the rest of the day before i got picked up by a guy named mike, or doug i think. he was a nice guy but he kinda creeped me out so we didnt get too far before i asked him to let me out at a motel off the highway. i crashed there for the night spending $30 on the room for the night. the motel was tottally nasty though, oh well it was cheap. the next day i cant really remember much because i didnt sleep well the night before but i do remember getting picked up by a nice couple who were on the way to ottowa themselves. i didnt want a ride directly there so i asked them if they could let me off in kingston, where i walked around and saw some uninteresting stuff for the rest of the day. that night i stayed in an even crummier motel where i didnt sleep at all because of the arguments i heard or the cars i could hear loudly passing by. the next day i decided to try and find a scenic route, but decided against it because i was too tired. i also found out that i was lost and running out of money, i had something like 70 or 80 bucks left, so i parked myself down on a street corner, pulled out my guitar and started playing. one or two people stayed around while i played and asked me if i was homeless, i told them i wasnt and that i was backpacking to ottowa, they seemed to accept it and tossed in some change. i made about $20-$30 that day, which was pretty awesome. afterwards i made it to the highway and stuck out my thumb. my luck was awesome because once again, an old couple picked my up, they were really nice, and they had a rv, so i napped on a couch in the back. i was dropped off at a gas station outside of ottawa and i walked over to it to get a map. theyre like $5 for a stupid map that i only used once, which sucked because i still had to make it back from ottowa, and i wasnt made of money. i hitchiked the rest of the way to ottowa with a really really weird woman who was definately crazy, and she dropped me off at a mcdonalds. for a thanks i bought her a burger, she was really weird and i hope i dont cross paeths with her ever again. i was in ottowa, but i was tired. i really wanted to stay at the old prison in ottowa, which was also a hostel, but it was way further into the city then i was. so i stayed at another motel. this one wasnt bad, but the continental breakfast sucked, dry stale donuts and sludgey coffee. i contemplated hitch hiking back home, but decided against it and bought a bus ticket back to st. catherines. i left at 12:00 and got back home at 8:00pm. it was a long tiring trip, it was fun, but it wouldve been better if id had some company. im not sure if id do it again but id love to visit b.c so..... lets see what goes down next summer.

the liqour store- 1997

when I was 4, way back yonder in the days of old, we used to visit our cottage bi-weekly. now i lived in toronto then, so it was a four hour trip in a packed gmc jimmy with my dad, mom, and older sister. after the trip past barrie, huntsville, etc. we were very close to the cottage which means two things: grocery store, and the liqour store. we went through the grocery store with no problems whatsoever, picking up our tasty commestables and trotting out quite frollicly as i recall. however, the liqour store, thats a different story. i always went in with my dad to get his 24 case of canadian courage, however on this occasion, i didnt walk into the cooler room with him, i instead, thinking it the better choice, walked around this store filled with glass bottles, with my eyes closed whistling a tune. why? i dont know, i was a weird kid. However, this is the turn in the story that makes it interesting. as i was aimlessley walking, humming and whistling, a cute little child with my eyes closed, i walked into a rack filled with wine bottles. as i opened my eyes i saw one fall off. it was weird because i only vaguely remember it, the bottle landed on the hard floor, didnt smash, but istead spun around. the bottle stopped spinning, and exploded, sending glass shards into my knee and across the store. i kid you not, it was the weirdest thing ive ever seen. and to be honest, it took me ten years to re-enter that stoor, until then i just waited in the car.

the 60's/70's

if I had a choice of where in time to go, I would have to go with the 60's. the times were much different then and I wish they could be similar. the lifestyles, personalities, and of couse the music. im going to stick with the music for now, the who, jimi hendrix, janis joplin, the byrds, todd rundgren, the rolling stones, strawberry alarm clock, bob dylan, frank zappa and the mothers of invention, shall i continue? because i could do this all day...

aswell as the music, their festivals and concerts were amazing; woodstock, 1969, the isle of wight where the who played at 2:00 am, all of the best revolutionary bands and festivals took place in the 60's and late 70's the movements, the viatnam war, all sorts of world changing events, i just wish i could've been there to experience them. ive even been told by family, friends, teachers, that i was born in the wrong time, i wish i couldve been born in the right time so that i could drop acid with todd rundgren, or sit in a crowd af thousands while we all watch the who play, to even see just that, the who play, i would know ive lived. pete townshend, tossing his guitar 10 feet in the air, only to catch it safely before he smashes it over his amp, roger daltry standing there whipping his microphone around, while john entwistle solemnly plays his bass, and in the meantime, the animal keith moon, beating the shit out of his drums as he drunkingly smirks and makes faces to crowd. ive seen videos, but thats way different. everybody thinks they know the sixties, but they dont unless theyve lived 'em. i dont even understand them. i wish i could've lived them.

spring time is here!

ye spring is hear which is great, the flowers are in bloom and my sinuses are murdring me. also there are cute lttle bumble-bees which frolick around, however that means that there's other bugs who manage to consume 1/3  of my blood. however there are birds that come and eat the bugs that spread the pollen and eat my flesh, and all is well and fine, until they crap on my car. spring is the most festive season in terms of accepting how sh!*&% mother nature's sense of humor is. the first thing i thnk of when spring comes is my front lawn which is usually covered in dog crap and garbage from douche - bag passerbys to be entombed in the snow untl it dissolved into my yard to unveil the "gifts" of higher climates. however ther is a good side of spring (suprise suprise) but when i lived in toronto, spring meant, if you wer walking to school, you were going to find at least $5.00 and i usually did, lucky seven year old me. however another damper is that i dont LIVE IN TORONTO SO I DONT CELEBRATE SPRING. spring sucks, is muggy, full of bugs and mud and all sorts of trash and unwanted treasures. if i could, i would hibernate through spring.
i hope/ dont care if you like(d) my rant
have a good/ screw off/ day

school politics

school politics... a waste of time... what are you gonna tell your grandchildren? "well, drew the 3rd, i was school co- prez once, and.. uh... we didnt do shit.."
school co prez's have no authority at all, the only reason people do it is for popularity, hint only the popular kids run and get through to the finals. also, what have any co prez's ever done? except for jake brenneman, no other co prez has done anything. jake, howeverr was a fine leader, and i would most definately follow him into battle on any occasion, because he actually did something. he worked on using the compost at the school, and helped raise awareness towards keeping w-o green.
i pity the foo who dont vote for drew?
gotta be tz?
everybody is fairly fond of chris?
get your big mack?
no. i hate mcdonalds, that was a crappy, barely worthy of a parody, on kraft dinner, mr. t most likely doesnt support drew and i dont think everybody is "fairley fond" of chris, ive never mety heim, how would i know.
i finish this rant saying dont vote, its all a big joke...

a love letter: brian posehn to eva longoria

S, is for the way you Sleep at night
T, is for the way, i Talk of our lives.
A, is for me you will, Absolutely marry,
L, is for the way you'll Look away,
K, is for when ill Kill you someday,
I, is for the way ill Ignore the distance of 100 metres.
N, is for the way you Nearly got away,and
G, is for the way the way ill say Goodnight.

Y, is wondering WHY, you wont look in my eyes.
O, is overly Obsessed with you and me, and
U,  are the one i wish would also follow me.


Creepy.. i dont think i like my creative side...

poetry.... ish

I couldnt find any really good poems, so im just gonna post some lyrics, frankly i dont care if you dont like them, cause you dont have to read them. well here they are:

Wet My Bed - Stone Temple Pilots.

Hey everybody, where did Mary go?
Where did Mary go?
And where's my only cigarette?
Please think for me, I can't bare to
I'll just lie here for a while
Wet myself, wet my bed
I've readied it all for her, you know
Clean sheets, incense, a lots of fluffy pillows
Now soiled
And where's my cigarette?
Did you check the bathroom, the bathtub?
She sleeps there sometimes
Water cleanses, you know
Washes dirt away, makes new
Maybe she, maybe she, maybe she, maybe, maybe she swam away

                                                                                                             
Now this song, is one of the weirder ones ive ever heard, it has no rhyming scheme, no chorus and not really any music to it. this was off the first album I ever bought; Core, by the stone temple pilots, which in all seriousness are a very talented band for their time peiod. however this song struck me as very odd, and the way that i interpret it is of a man whose either stoned, drunk, hungover or crazy who is looking for a woman that he is absolutely obsessed with ( she totally stole his last cigarrette too!) then he deducts that she has "swam away" which i believe is code for dead. this song is pretty good, you should totally listen to it.

                                                                                                             

Ramble On -Led Zeppelin

Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way.
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay.
But now it's time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed my way.
Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I've got one thing I got to do...

Ramble On, And now's the time, the time is now, to sing my song.
I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.

Got no time to for spreadin' roots, The time has come to be gone.
And to' our health we drank a thousand times, it's time to Ramble On.


Mine's a tale that can't be told, my freedom I hold dear.
How years ago in days of old, when magic filled the air.
T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair.
But Gollum, and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her, her, her....yeah.


Gonna ramble on, sing my song. Gotta keep-a-searchin' for my baby...
Gonna work my way, round the world. I can't stop this feelin' in my heart
Gotta keep searchin' for my baby. I can't find my bluebird

                                                                                                                    

 

ramble on is close to one of my favorite zeppelin songs, and the tune to it is awesome. also i think the lyrics tale an epic tale of adventure, seeing as its based off of the hobit and lord of the rings books by j.r tolken

it is a most excellent song and if you havent heard it, you should totally check it out.

                                                                                                                    

squirrels

Oh squirrels. The furry little tree hermits that eat various treats at the price of getting close enough to take a picture of the furry bastard. I think squirrels are cool, I respect them, and I have no major quarrel with them or any of their kind. However I hate squirrels from the city, because they're just as obnoxious as the people. How many squirrels have you been chased by people? In all seriousness I have been chased by a plethora of squirrels in my time on the streets of t.o. Now, even residents of this joyous merry city know that these viscous squirrels exist and, I assume, all held a meeting about avoiding these squirrels- and didn't encore me. However over time I have learnt the hard rules of life via trial and error ( very much so failure) and I have realized the common grounds: leave them alone and they'll consider not bothering you. Now, if visiting t.o. Then learn these squirrel freindly rules;

1. Don't go to public parks with food.

2. If you do have food, don't put it down.

3. Don't eat outside a resteraunt on a patio ( I bet you were wondering why they were so empty, it wasn't because of the smell)

4. If, by some act of insanity, you feed a squirrel in a park, make sure you bring enough food to escape alive from the rest of the evil squirrels.

5.never under any circumstance, ever chase a squirrel, they don't think it's funny and they probably have more friends that would stick up for him than you do.

6. dont move into apartments where your balcony is connecting toa tree, because that will become squirrel clan territory within minutes of taking a sandwhich out to enjoy a brisk summer evening.

7. keep up your moral, they can smell fear.

Now that you've learned the rules enjoy Toronto and all of it's wonders. Next week: homeless and how to protect yourself from them.

graffiiti.

graffitti, the most fun thing to see when im walking around. i find grafiitti on trains raly interesting to see because they're like moving murals. to me it is a form of artwork and should never be stopped. in fact in mexico they have graffitti competions where they paint a huge wall white and get contestants to tag them. the winner gets a  taco or something, but its still pretty cool. i dont believe in tagging homes, or buildings, or small thins but those little spaces under the highway overpasses, sure why not? even the walls along a highway, i believe: knock yourself out.

2011 waddya think?

well its mid way through the school term and i think im screwed for school. i have not done many assignments in any of my 7 classes and im probably going to fail this one, however its worth it. Live life the way you want to, nobody gets out alive anyways. i dont neccesarily hate classes or assignments- however, editorials totally suck- i'm just lazy. procrastinators unite! - tommorrow! but seriously if i dont get my ass in gear im done so from now on (new years actually) i have vowed to actually try to think about maybe committing to thinking about possibly... doing homework. aside from that i have no quarrels with calsses or the faccist system under which it is run. soo... what did everybody do over new years and the christmas holidays, how was your jesus- day supper?