so how's school?

let's see, today my first lecture involved arguments over traumatic banana peels (would slipping on a banana peel still be considered funny afterwards?), then i attempted to do some theory work in the library while simultaneously talking about conjuring up bukowski so that he could be a myspace friend, and just now got distracted by a girl with a full mustache and it interrupted the work on my film seminar that i was TOTALLY about to dedicate myself to.

the two hour trip to metrotown in search of burger king that i embarked on yesterday was actually much more productive. i ended up with burger king in the end. i would call that a win on my part.

sometimes i consider bringing my guitar to school so that i can actually work on things that might eventually matter down the line. but then i realize i would be the person on the lawn with the guitar and that it would probably lead to socks and sandals and/or beach jam sessions one day - and leave the guitar at home. nobody needs lawn guitarist at langara. thats like one step up from guy playing the bongos and longboarding to his political science class. and that, my friends, is no good.



seriously, guy, just cut it out.

R.I.P.

happy birthday iseult. love you always.

NAVEL GAZING NU METAL

"there is, like, heartbreak in orange county. and i'm, like, the voice of people that don't always get heard. you know?"

ruling

SWEET YOUNG THING AIN'T SWEET NO MORE

READING OLD BLOGSZ/I WAS 18 ONCE

Sunday, October 28, 2007

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophecy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. "





I WAS READING MISSED CONNECTIONS BECAUSE I AM SAD AND HAVE ADD AND CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE BECAUSE I'M LOSING EVERYTHING AROUND ME.

but i saw this. and it's from that book that was a precursor for some white people to hug each other and get eternally grounded for doing bad things. the bible or wtevr.





GROUP HUG