Every calorie is a war

Oh man, Our Lady Peace was ACE. Ace. Is Raine a performer or what? I was really surprised as I didn't really see him as that kinda of guy. You could really feel the energy of the band and of Raine especially. I guess we are their hometown, I mean...they have to love us.

In alot of ways I really admire the guy, I mean he went from a U of T student to the front man of a hugely popular Canadian band. I mean, killing is the most noble profession, but a performer is up there. Bringing that much happiness to that many. There is certianly something to be said about someone who can caputre the audience of an entire room. No doubt.

Of note, Raine hasn't lost the voice, THANK GOD. That naisally falsetto is fucking boss. It is truth. GREATEST HITS SET?!?! I shit you not. That's seriously ace, every song I really/dreamed of hearing, I got to hear it. A better gift could not be given. Futhermore, the Kids-Naveed combo, holy shit...I died...I mean it (Kids by MGMT) fits into the quiet part of Naveed so well, it is just such anice change. Upon inspection it appears they do this often, here it is in Montreal:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1wJbRgRJsY&feature=related

Oh man, good times probies, good times.

If I was in PHE, my thesis would be on squats.

Uneventful day...

Defs a combo breaker of fail today to say the least. Let's use the bullit list format as that's what my jackass TA seems so fond of:

-Hungry the WHOLE day, even after like 4 meals...still hugnry now I just ate for the 7th time...pure catabolic state today. Purest of pure. You should never be hungry, anabolic or go home.

-CDS fail, 61...61%, my team, fuck em...I am done working, I am going to do the super bare minimum and fuck the FDS, fuck the presentation, fuck my client, fuck APS, fuck my group, fuck the iClicker, fuck Korshots shitty notes, I could go on.

-My TA is an ass. See: above.

Anyways, the bullits make me feel like an idiot. So the TTC was like kaputs after Steven and I left the gym today, the result of which was a long and convoluted trip home via street cars and buses. In fact, I'm feeling engineer-ie/artistic, I'll map it out.

I got home like an hour later than expected, had to sack doing my abs to the level I wanted just to have time to do what I wanted to do and still go to bed after this post. Trying to keep to my 930-10 ish retreats.

On the plus side, that Broadview streetcar has the most amazing view of the downtown core, especially illuminated like that at night. Only one view better, the one from T&T off of Cherry Street. ahh Oyster sauce, that's another post for another day.

ahh...but that view: dressed up in pretend memories more beautiful than the real ones.

YO I'M PRISON MIKE

Uneventful day...

This monday I had the interesting experience of not having my watch. All in all it was a humbling period where I learned to trust my internal-Swiss and use the sun and other markers in day to day life to tell the time. In many ways I really enjoyed the day. For instance, often I find myself checking my watch like a it's a sick drug or for of reassurance, monday I didn't, I couldn't. The whole bus ride home I was just content to look out the window at the beautiful sunny day before me.

While on the topic of time. I really want to remove the hour hand from my watch and play some sort of mental game of witt and cunning to determine the time throughout the day. Stupid? Yes. Going to make me late/miss important events? Yes. +rep everytime I get the time correct will be awesome? Yes.


Anyways, time...it's relative, I once heard about a watchmaker who stopped making watches after he heard this.

Probies

I don't even study anymore...and I don't even care. There was a time, last year, even last semester where you couldn't steal me away from that lib and those books. Now you can't make me go. What happened?

So this friday I have two amazing, AMAZING tickets to see Our Lady Peace at Massey Hall, not to mention they are playing Clumsy, only my favorite album. But I am not even excited, I have no one to go with...I've asked someone and you know what she said?

"Wish I had the time" What the fuck is that? I know for a fact she loves OLP and...just wow. I wonder if it's this whole world that stinks, or just me.

Someone has to go with me, I can't go alone.

Mood: 1979-esque

Why not? How about an interpretation of what I feel is the Pumpkin's best track.
How about the live version if you care to listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3piyO5veDI

Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
//Sets the scene, it's his childhood in the burbs, carefree.

With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all
//They are never gonna grow up, or see an 'end', but alas those 'headlights' or rather, their lives are headed forward to the next day. They can't stop it, everyone grows up. Full of life, full of hope they are.

And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
//Sexual frustration
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
//On death I suppose, that or they have about as much direction as an ArtSci not in a professional program...I don't really know...it sounds pretty morbid, almost like it doesn't seem if anyone cares where they go or what happens to them.

Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
That we don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
//They have to grow up to work in the city, the city which lements and hates the very people who work their to make it what it is. Ironic. A land of cement and guilt, sounds like a city to me.

To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope
//They grew up fast. Faster than the speed of sound apparently, sounds fast. Faster than they thought at least.

Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it
//His friend obviously is rolling with another crowd, one of a different nature than our narrator. She obviously doesn't belong there, but she pretends to be someone else. Obviously our narrator is not fooled.

To see that we don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below

The street heats the urgency of sound
As you can see there's no one around
//In the end growing up in the suburbs sucks, at least as portrayed here. The streets are apparently alive but the cool mellow drumming and lack of any backup vocals or eccentric guitar work portray just the opposite to the listener. Maybe it is a metaphor for life, it's silently or quietly catching up with us, we don't even realize this.


Anyways, I went outside for a nice night walk to call my friend, she didn't answer, expecting a conversation I was left standing there. As I could see, there was no one around.

Cold and dark like the other side of the bed

Uneventful day...

For the exception of the fact people never really surprise me. Nay, they do, never for the better. I'll explain. Today was another instance of CME-Lab-induced-rage, understandable to say the least as the explanations are invisible ghettos of privellege and grief. Today was different, by some miracle a TA came into 1066 lab room and left the answer sheet on the table and peaced out. Needless to say copying ensued hard fast. So in walks your narrator, David E. King, upon inspection of the situation I make the sensible and quite frankl fair recommendation that instead of everyone copying this, everyone(members of room 1066) copying one person who had finished it so I may take this sheet room 1068, or whatever room I was in.

Makes sense right? Seems fair right? Everyone wins right? Fuck no. Greed. The same people who I've had class with for the last what? 6 months...they showed their true colours. Now don't read this and assume all 1T3 of Civ is a bunch of assholes, just those ones...on that day. They let me down, and they let everyone in the other lab group down and sold us out for nothing.

Now I'm a man who was raised to put others before himself for the most part. Put the mission first as I would have said a few years ago. Clearly others don't see it that way. To make a long story short. If something is too good to be true. It ain't.

Put up a solid hundy on my shoulders today with the big man Chris. Man oh man am I sore now or what. That and the weather were really the only redeeming quality of the day.

Aside: I've got an outlook on life I'd like to share, when someone writes on your wall/or adds you on fb/etc, it's kinda falttering, you know what it means, it means they were thinking of you. That's a nice thought.

I'm your man.

You ain't got to explain shit, I've been robbing motherfuckers since the slave ships...

...with the same clip and the same four-five. Two point-blank mother fucker's sure to die.

Nay, I'm actually not feeling that gangster today...feeling fatigued. Hard fatigued. In fact, after this post I'm gonna sleep. Note: it's 9:00 pm, I feel like I am back in grade school. Anyways...

For those of you who do read this, more specifically you know who you are...I would just like to thank you. I know I come off as arrogant/self-absorbed/(fill in the blank) alot, but something about someone actually taking the time to read my musings, it's very flattering, beyond flattering. In alot of ways I think you know me better than I know you and well I'd like to change that if I could.

I digress, such a beautiful day and night...I almost feel guilty knowing it is feb and I wasted this chance to have a good run and a bike ride due to fatigue. Oh well, what can you do right?

What's really been bothering me is a certain someone from first year. You see them almost everyday and you grow close. Things happen and you tell them how you feel. They don't reciprocate. A year passes and they are a ghost, then all of a sudden they are back in your life, hard and fast, and the way the act...the vibe they put off, the body language they use...what is going on, what happened?

Do you want something to happen?
How do you feel?
Why are you back?


I'm not tightrope walking, so then what? I'm walking without your hand.
I'm not blindfolded, so I'm walking without your eyes.
Why now?


That probably isn't all I have to say about that.