Another sentimental argument and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again dragged it through the mud
Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone
The worry rock has turned to dust fallen on our pride
A knocked down dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night an no one will take the fall
Friday, April 2, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Programmer: Glorified Typist
Uneventful day...
You know, I really can't wear a blazer without everyone, and I mean...like everyone commenting on "how sharp I look" or "what's the occasion" or something to that effect. I wasn't even dressing up that nicely.
Anyways, I realized what a week next week is. APS Quiz, APS Indy, APS Project. I haven't studied at all, barely touched the indy and lord oh lord what is happening with that program. I was expecting a real glorified slack filled last week of engineering, I was wrong and will be wrong.
A real black hole sun. They just keep holding you down, hand on your face, you can't breath, pushed to the ground.
-David on engineering.
Anyways, it really hit me today just what tomorrow is. Tomorrow is the last day of classes for artscis. Tomorrow is the last day of school for maybe 10 or so of my friends. My 4th year friends effectively graduate, well not really...but last day of classes ~~= end of school right? Right.
I guess I didn't really think of it, maybe I buried it down, maybe I just forgot and truthfully I just don't care about other people as much as I think I do. Maybe both, maybe neither.
Oh well, drown your fear. Till they all just disappear.
My last day will come, then you'll hold your breathe all summer...just waiting for that September day where you put your life back on hold. Then this will never have meant more:
You know, I really can't wear a blazer without everyone, and I mean...like everyone commenting on "how sharp I look" or "what's the occasion" or something to that effect. I wasn't even dressing up that nicely.
Anyways, I realized what a week next week is. APS Quiz, APS Indy, APS Project. I haven't studied at all, barely touched the indy and lord oh lord what is happening with that program. I was expecting a real glorified slack filled last week of engineering, I was wrong and will be wrong.
A real black hole sun. They just keep holding you down, hand on your face, you can't breath, pushed to the ground.
-David on engineering.
Anyways, it really hit me today just what tomorrow is. Tomorrow is the last day of classes for artscis. Tomorrow is the last day of school for maybe 10 or so of my friends. My 4th year friends effectively graduate, well not really...but last day of classes ~~= end of school right? Right.
I guess I didn't really think of it, maybe I buried it down, maybe I just forgot and truthfully I just don't care about other people as much as I think I do. Maybe both, maybe neither.
Oh well, drown your fear. Till they all just disappear.
My last day will come, then you'll hold your breathe all summer...just waiting for that September day where you put your life back on hold. Then this will never have meant more:
Sunday, March 28, 2010
QWERTY
Probably will be an uneventful day...
I normally don't write in the daylight hours, but whatever...sometimes some change is good right? Yes we can.
So the thing about drunk txts that I enver really understood was, do they actually feel that way...or is it the alcohol talking. Is it their sub-conscious talking, I don't know...I guess I'll see how it goes monday.
So like an idiot I dropped a bottle of water on my keyboard, the same keyboard I've had since my very first personal computer in grade 8. The same keyboard that has been with me through it all, the highs, the lows. Let us take this time to brainstorm here everything that keyboard and I went through.
-countless assignments, essays, labs
-MSN for the last like 7 years, well 7.5 actually
- subnote, that shit where you are trying to do math on msn with your friends because the exam/test is tomorrow and you struggle to show x^what the hell ever, or d/dx, and it just looks retarded and leads to more confusion
-YEARS OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT. Ohh man, WoW...wow (get it?), how did that board make it through that? I have to know. Pounding away, day in day out, those 6 hour raids Sun-Thur, the dailys, the Alterac Valley GRIND...my youth.
-Countless other video games that used to fill the void in my life. Man i used to be such a geek, what happened? Well maybe at heart I never really changed, I still have all my Dragon Ball Z and Gundam action figures in my room, PROUDLY displayed.
-Applying to University, seems kinda trivial, but it was a big step in my life, and I couldn't have done it without that keyboard.
-Reapplying, 2 more times because...well that is a story for another day
I'm sure there is alot more, but it escapes me at this juncture. Anyways, the point is, when you have had a keyboard for almost 8 years. When you have lived it for almost 8 years. When you have become it. The loss hurts, and my ability to type has suffered immensely. Keys are different shape, orientation, I make typos like it's popular, the whole thing is just greasey.
There was a time when if sitting at my desk on my computer and someone asked me "where are you from?" "Right here".
I normally don't write in the daylight hours, but whatever...sometimes some change is good right? Yes we can.
So the thing about drunk txts that I enver really understood was, do they actually feel that way...or is it the alcohol talking. Is it their sub-conscious talking, I don't know...I guess I'll see how it goes monday.
So like an idiot I dropped a bottle of water on my keyboard, the same keyboard I've had since my very first personal computer in grade 8. The same keyboard that has been with me through it all, the highs, the lows. Let us take this time to brainstorm here everything that keyboard and I went through.
-countless assignments, essays, labs
-MSN for the last like 7 years, well 7.5 actually
- subnote, that shit where you are trying to do math on msn with your friends because the exam/test is tomorrow and you struggle to show x^what the hell ever, or d/dx, and it just looks retarded and leads to more confusion
-YEARS OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT. Ohh man, WoW...wow (get it?), how did that board make it through that? I have to know. Pounding away, day in day out, those 6 hour raids Sun-Thur, the dailys, the Alterac Valley GRIND...my youth.
-Countless other video games that used to fill the void in my life. Man i used to be such a geek, what happened? Well maybe at heart I never really changed, I still have all my Dragon Ball Z and Gundam action figures in my room, PROUDLY displayed.
-Applying to University, seems kinda trivial, but it was a big step in my life, and I couldn't have done it without that keyboard.
-Reapplying, 2 more times because...well that is a story for another day
I'm sure there is alot more, but it escapes me at this juncture. Anyways, the point is, when you have had a keyboard for almost 8 years. When you have lived it for almost 8 years. When you have become it. The loss hurts, and my ability to type has suffered immensely. Keys are different shape, orientation, I make typos like it's popular, the whole thing is just greasey.
There was a time when if sitting at my desk on my computer and someone asked me "where are you from?" "Right here".
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I don't care what you think unless it is about me...
To the next person who feels the need to remind me I only have 3 courses, and holds it over my head like they have to work SO much harder than me and I have it SO easy at school.
I am going to hit you.
You try essentially wasting two years of your life.
Jackass.
I am going to hit you.
You try essentially wasting two years of your life.
Jackass.
Monday, March 22, 2010
There is only one thing more interesting than therapy, and that's a dead body
Uneventful day...
In accordance with the prophecy the weather has hence forth returned to the shit we all deserve. I know what you are thinking, here comes another complaint/whining/QQ, but nay, NAY reader. I love the winter. Sure I hate snow, but I love the cold. Why you ask? Winter fashion. A nice winter coat cannot be topped by any, I repeat ANY summer article of clothing. The whole summer all I am doing is counting days in that living humid hell. Not to mention, there is something just alittle sexier about a woman in winter, maybe because you cannot see as much and there is that element of mystery involved. Maybe not, who is opposed to a little skin anyways?
Nothing like an old classic episode of NCIS while I do my abs, man...never fails to put a smile on my face. Anyways, after NCIS is that show BOnes, now I dunno I don't really catch it but I noticed something, Bones (the protagnist) really really reminds me of someone I go to school with, alot...in fact I wouldn't be surprised if they grew up to be just like that fictional character, except...I guess the engineer version. Whatever, Doctor, engineer, close enough.
I need a job...
"You made a joke!?
I can be quite amusing..."
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Contact, left side....No shit!
Just caught another ep of the Pacific, pretty boss episode. The only thing I am alittle upset about is the length of episodes. Episodes aren't even the full 60 minutes, it's an HBO special I would expect at least very very close to 60, if not the full hour. Oh well, what can you do? Just enjoy what you have.
I pulled a bad one day, I ate HUGE, like Xbox HUGE and then went for a run...what the fuck was I thinking? I also threw up on the side of the road and I only made it 4km, barely...that was just stupid. What a waste of a sunday run.
I was in complete command this weekend, I did more these last 3 days then I have the entire semester. You know how you can tell I don't do school shit anymore? Look at this blog...look at like Sept-Dec, all school related whining. Now look, all life-related whining. I rest my case...
Anyways, I digress. Firday afternoon, drew up a rough copy of my Indy Portfolio, then hit the gym and killed it. Saturday, studied APS and APS for like 5 hours. then today, sunday...busted up my FDS sections, all done...and started some research on the CME185 map...thing...
Pretty much, world's best boss, what can I say?
Earth below us
drifting falling
floating weightless
coming home...
Earth below us
drifting falling
floating weightless
coming home...
Earth below us
drifting falling
floating weightless
coming coming home...
home.....
Friday, March 19, 2010
The best albums of 1992
Well, if you are reading and born in 1992, and well there is only one of you, here is what I think is the best album of 1992. So i spent my friday afternoon combing the internet for the albums of this year and came to this conclusion, I wanted to select a top but with this list, hell I don;t even know where to begin.
So here it is, the top 5 albums of 1992 in no particular order:
Fully Completely - The Tragically Hip http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fully_Completely
This album is ACE, look at the tracks, Courage...100th Meridian...FIFTY MISSION CAP, ohh man this is the sound track of those long drives with Steven Cawthorne. I can't count the amount of times I have played courage in my head before doing something bold or stupid. Never fails. The Hip are Canadian Icons, I'm not really a big patriot but I wouldn't trade these guys for the world, track after track of greatness. The next time you are sitting down to that final, or looking for the words to say to that beautiful women, just remember...courage, couldn't come at a worse time.
Incesticide- Nirvana
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incesticide
Not Nirvana's best by far, but nonetheless this is the great of great of Grunge, oh man to have been my age in 1992, all I have now are the stories of others and youtube. I digress. This album has Sliver, what more does one have to say. Other than that, the album isn't terribly memorable but it is tolerable. Oh snap, I completely forgot Aneurysm was on this...anyways, Nirvana isn't really for everyone, but for this nostalgic writer, well...the album takes me home (see: Sliver)
Dirt - Alice in Chains
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dirt_(album)
Oddly enough I heard "Rooster" this morning on the radio as I showered. Old Alice in Chains was ace, just ace...I really miss Staley since his death in...2004? 2002, I just wikied it. Anyways, alot of power and emotion in this album, alot. I could write a whole blog entry on just "Rooster", fuck it...I will, anyways, I recommened this album to say the least. The sound: grunge, Staley's voice: ace.
Kerplunk - Green Day
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kerplunk_(album)
Well it is 1992, so I have to work with what I got. What I have is Kerplunk, old Green Day. Read: Punk Green Day. Not this poppy new crap...hey I did love American Idiot and still listen to it religiously, but there is something about those quick 2-3 minute repetitive powerful jams that emobied everything punk was and still is. I am thankful to say Billie has not lost his voice in the slightest.
Side bar, when I was in highschool people honestly told me I looked like Billy Joe Armstrong from Green Day, legit...and you know what..I see it, minus the hair, we do look very similar facially.
Automatic for the People - R.E.M.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automatic_for_the_people
Oh man, one of R.E.M.'s best without a doubt. If I had to pick a favorite track it would be without a doubt "The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonite", As with 99% of Michael Stipe's work, I have no idea what it is about, it is beautifully worded and masterfully performed nonetheless, probably my favorite album of 92', but hard to say...ahh I could go on, but ya...
Honourable mention:
The Chronic - Dr. Dre
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Chronic
If you wanna feel black and motherfucking gangsta, throw this on, cruise down the block and just take it in. You will not regret it.
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