Where is my volunteer app decision?

Something a little different today, going to write this as I slack at work…

So lately I have stumbled upon a great many things. To start, I have found a website, grooveshark.com which is unblocked at work and I can listen to almost any song. Read: any. I can even my obscure random music from a far off land. Work has gotten a lot easier, a lot quicker and a lot better.
I really wanted to work August 2nd, really. The 2nd being a civic holiday the office is closed and will run on a skeleton crew. Not often you can use that phrase in day to day musings. Anyways, anything will be better than being home on August 2nd. No gym, Mary and Jim home and by far the worst aspect: My birthday. Probably my 2nd least favorite, well, actually third least favorite day of the year.

I might as well take this time to outline the top three worst days of any given year:
1) Christmas Day, oh God…time with family, likely a decent meal, but that is overshadowed with horrible television and miserable time with Mary ever present.

2) New Year’s Eve, that one day a year where you HAVE and I mean HAVE to go out and have a social life and plans. You spend weeks and I mean weeks, beforehand trying to scrape together something ‘cool’ or ‘hip’ just to celebrate a new year. Fuck I hate New Year’s Eve…mostly because my friends and I aren’t exactly the social types. I miss being a child, we would just get together, get pizza, play video games or watch movies, take a break to countdown, return to what we were doing. Clear, simple and plain. Now that you are in your 20’s, God help you if you aren’t out in the social scene.

Breathed a sigh of relief when I had food poisoning for the 09-10 change over. For once I didn’t have to worry. I had an excuse to be in, and hey, I’m still alive.

3) My birthday, you get all that attention showered on you. I am not big on attention, I try to keep a low key, not a show off type. But on your birthday, you get it all. Undeserved I might add, I never get why people get all worked up over the day, it is just a day of the year. I haven’t celebrated it in years. I mean years. Spending your birthday in a Nova Scotia forest eating mint leaves on a survival ex in the Reserves really has a way of killing the ‘magic’ in it.

Mint leaves are surprisingly good, ya I was hungry as hell, but my breathe was to die for.

Caveat: This really only applied to cynical David.

So, I was in a mc ds the other night with my friends. Temptation was never stronger. It has been about a year a half, all of it sober. Got to keep pressing, but I miss fast food so much…so very very much. To but live in a world where I could have that quick convenient taste and relatively good pricing without the horrible health side effects. That world, that would be a better world …well that place does exist. A kingdom of conscious, a kingdom of Heaven.

I have not run in some time now, I don’t even know how long since I stopped counting. It was a week since I stopped counting, so now we are at a week + x, where x is a variable for time in days. That’s right, I have been mentally preparing myself for the coming ride for ruin…

Every year too few come to break the lines of U of T, regardless, go we must. Ahh so excited, can’t wait to see that crotch punching, elbow jabbing, face busting schedule which promises to shake the very foundations of the Earth.

Piece of cake right? Well, half a piece.

Coupling Collection

Two days until my school schedule is released. Then learn it, memorize it, exploit it. Profit.

Then comes the horrible horrible task of picking an artsci elective...ohh fuck, why God why? I was hoping this day would never come, but alas it is almost upon me. Like the wrath of Khan or the plague. I hate art scis. Read: courses which aren't science.

Anyways, a great part which had me on the floor the other day when I watched "A Knight's Tale"

For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure....of introducing to you a knight sired by knights. A knight who can trace his lineage back beyond Charlemagne. I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to God, asking His forgiveness for the Saracan blood spilt by his sword. Next, he amazed me further still in Italy when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishings of her dreadful Turkish uncle. In Greece, he spent a year in silence....just to better understand the sound...of a whisper. And so, without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you, the Seeker of Serenity, the Protector of Italian Virginity, the Enforcer of our Lord God, the one, the only, SIR ULLLLLRICH VON LICHTENSTEIN!!

ohh man, I was dying laughing...

Anyways, new Chatmonchy album came out, under my very nose! Shame on me...I am not sure I have listened to the whole thing yet, I have putting it on shuffle while I have been riding my bike. So far, not bad...I mean it's no Seimeiryoku, but perhaps it will grow on me.

I continue to be amazed by the ability of these 3 women. Oh sometimes I think I was born in the wrong country...

Grab your glocks when you see Tupac...

Call the cops when you see Tupac.

I'm gonna become a self-made millionaire. Mark my words. Gonna still be the person you love to hate.

Hurt my leg again, seems like it is becoming a yearly tradition. I can't run, can't even walk fast. Game over. Game over. That is okay, I'll just bike, and word harder right? right.

Sometimes I don't even know what to write about when there is no school to complain about. In this heat I find myself more mellow, less likely to get angry or upset. So enters the second issue for this blog. No rage, no writing material. I'm loyal to the game, the hate game that is.

Keep pressing right. The other guy's power is running low.

Thinking about getting this watch: http://cgi.ebay.com/China-SHANGHAI-peace-mechanical-watch-7120-/320562050809?cmd=ViewItem&pt=Wristwatches&hash=item4aa2fcb6f9

I really like it, I have been really getting into watches lately. A fine craftsmenship is each piece. I mean sure, in this day and age they are relics of a long gone time. But nonetheless, they are symbols of power, authority and above all position.

oh. Power.

The Omega Speedmaster, my dream watch:

Someday this place is going to burn...

...is your whole life in there waiting?

Had a ninteresting conversation with a man on the subway today, I noticed his ring and hardhat and asked him if he was a civil engineer. Imagine my surprise when he was. I told him of my plan of a life of mediocrity-that is-cushy overpain government job. He informed me that there is (what he believes)an unwritten rule amongst employers that public sector workers have an ingrained work ethic that is, well, less than good. As a result if you go City, you go for life, because the jump to public sector is apparently quite difficult.

He also informed me that Grad school is not really needed, currently civils are in high demand, all over the place, but espceially here in Toronto. The recession hurt structural but that is all changed now. In the two years you get your masters other people have worked and gained real world valuable experience. I dunno how I feel about this advice, I just feel that the masters will be such an innvaluable asset. But again, I am young and naive, what do I know?

That's just the way it is I guess. I need to speak with more engineers working in the real world, get a real taste of life.

Unfortunately I can't operate the easy way, make a 'g' a day, selling crack to the kids. Whatever, gotta get payed right? That's the way it is.

Everything's gone white, everything's grey.

Today I did a completely selfless act. I helped someone unable to move from one place to another do so, at no charge. I did so for nothing, the very notion of doing free labour is hateful to me.

So a lot of my department got fractured starting this Monday, some new thing in Markham or something...I have no idea, anyways, you know what means? More work for me. That's just fine, that's just one of my names.

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It is now July 11, I started this on the 10th, got distracted and did not finish it. Yesterday I watched a few good movies, Momento, a GREAT Nolan flick, then Catch Me if you Can, I always loved that movie, it is the definition of a con man, just...yes, it proves if you have confidence you can convince people of anything. Based a true story no less, I mean Hollywood-ized a bit, but nonetheless, the real guy actually did pretend to be a Pilot, Doctor, and Lawyer...what a boss.

The only part I would change is casting, I don't particular buy Tom hanks as a FBI agent and I have never liked DiCaprio, just...in general, he has a weird voice. I try to look past that and I still enjoy the movie.

Anyways, World Cup day, get your game face on.

Backwards into a wall of fire.

Jesus, I read in the Metro today, the new revamped Metro I might add (more on that in but a moment) that this heat might stay with us till August. AUGUST, today is July 8th, there are 31 days in July.

31 - 8 = 23;
23 days left of this heat. Note that at the time of calculation it was 12:45 pm, so really its like 23.4x, where x is some number as I am not getting my calculator and it is too hot to think.

I can't do this man, everything is more difficult in the heat, running is the worst. After even 20 minutes I am soaking wet. Spoiler, I didn't run through any water. Typical. If this lasts till August, i might not make it man. The heat man, the heat...unforgiven.

Anyways, the new Metro, I hate it...it is very unorganized, more magazine-esque. There is no real flow, stories and tidbits of news are scattered about in a seemingly random order. Not a fan. Don't get me wrong, I still read it daily on my travels to the gym, but I need something to complain about. Do you expect me to say good things on this?

Anyways, the Hobbit isn't looking to promising, MGM's debt crisis may cost us, the public, an epic epic telling of a great tale. I just hope things work out, I mean come on, Sir Ian McKellen...love that guy...and I couldn't see, nay, couldn't have anyone else play Gandalf.

p.s. I think the x is like 25. Holy shit, I am not even sure, I gotta start prepping for next semester QUICK TIME.

Oh well, run time... game time.

I got some killers on my payroll...

Now I've got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these NARC's
be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid, pullin razors on niggaz when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama - busta you ain't heard?
I've been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cock D, and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game

-Tupac

Man I love this commercial and song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mavbU-oiYCM&feature=related, too bad it is currently the hottest day in the history of the Universe out there...holy shit, I think I am going to die. Still have to go to work. All the time those whiny children who pass themselves off as adults in my office do nothing but complain about how cold it is, how "can we turn down the AC?" Jesus, no doubt I'll get there today and they'll be complaining how hot it is. Make up your mind. Children. Buy a sweater, wear layers, there are many alternatives.

Problem: Altering the AC in a building of that size is a massive job, and it takes hours and hours to go into effect.

Solution (for the worker drones too incompetent to realize the massive mechanical engineering/civil problem that is building air conditioning): Complain more.

Ya, maybe that's going work.

Humidity is the bane of my hair, it gets frizzy and loses its volume. Just thought you should know.