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Here is to you Chatmonchy.

Since the last I wrote so much has happened, so so much. Perhaps the Cole's notes version would be best:

Chatmonchy, definitely one of my favorite bands of all time has lost its drummer and is effectively disbanded as far as I can see. Cliche as it sounds, you really never know what you have have until it is gone. I know play through the four studio albums and assorted singles in existence and think to myself, 'this is it'. There will never be a new song out of them. There will never be a new album. I never got the chance to see them live, I never will. From now till I don't know, all I will have are MP3s and Youtube videos of live performances.

I just returned from two weeks out in the suck. Working like a dog for little to nothing. Getting tanned like a farmer, and missing the life of luxury of which I am accustomed to. My view on the issue? Good, these little forays into the wild really make me appreciate the things I take for granted. They include the beautiful city skyline at night, the internet, food at my whim, exercise and it's associated relative-the gym.

Back to work tomorrow, making money and the daily grind. My plan? Ask the girl in the hospital out, yay or nay, I will do it. Courage. My word.

I'm so fly...

Never go to London during the summer.

I want to move out...

If you know a way out, then I'd like to go with you

I haven’t written here in some time. Mostly my posts have degenerated into an image or just some song lyrics/poetic crap. I have been meaning to really reflect on the last 2 years of school, but I don’t know what to say? It’s just all so blurry. I think to reflect on a lot of those two years would be really really hard. I’d probably stumble and crawl through the act of recollection.

I am going to London Ontario this weekend, I haven’t ever been there before as far as I recall. Going to be visiting Western Ontario with a lady friend of mine. It is where she lives during the school year, surprise surprise she attends UWO.

It is pretty early in our friendship to be really taking a trip like this, but whatever, see how it goes. In many ways I try to be a “Why not?” guy these days. Live many lifetimes-or at least it feels as such-as a “Why?” guy. Some change right? Right.

Still waiting to hear about my medical exam for the army. Longest wait of my life.

Shouting, Telephone, Pouring Rain

Another gem
Before the phonecall and the shouting
There's the sound of the pouring rain
It's falling right on you
Like "not this, too?"

Before the phonecall and the shouting
There's the sound of a comedy on TV
It's blaring right at me
Like "not this, too?"

Ah, goodbye, ah
Now I get it somehow
But I can't even say it now
Ah, goodbye, ah
Now everything's over
But I just keep apologizing

The contrast between the past and now
Is important to me
I didn't want it to change
But this is now
Our last fight
It really doesn't matter
The reason I don't leave things vague
Is all for you

Ah, goodbye, ah
I'm looking over there
Can you see that?
Ah, goodbye, ah
I don't mean to lie
But I just keep crying

Ah, goodbye, ah
Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye to you
Now everything's over
But I just keep crying

Just a few years later

Apparently the cafeteria we always went to at the bottom of the hill
Is going to graduate with us
It's only now I've realized
That these ordinary days are really something to remember
It's only now I've realized

What I really wanted to know on the day before graduation
Wasn't the reason for the Earth's rotation
Or about Pavlov's dog
But if it was really going to end like this
We were the only ones
Sitting in the deserted classroom
It made me laugh a little
The sky was a nice sunset-color
With a vapor trail across it

I guess someday I'll be able to laugh
At how young I was back then
Like the sun sinking into the horizon
It's time to say farewell to our youth

Farewell, my youth

I insisted
I didn't need the memories
But I can never beat the past
I loved those times
And I love to look back and laugh about them

All alone in the pitch dark
The pink wind and the faint purple scent
On the piano in the music room
When I grow up
I'll be able to drink as much as I want
But will I lose the ability to fly ?

Goodbye

The sweat-drenched field
And the long tone of the trumpet
I don't think I can say "goodbye"

Apparently the cafeteria we always went to at the bottom of the hill
Is going to graduate with us
It's only now I've realized
That these ordinary days are really something to remember
It's only now I've realized

I get it...all the time

I know that it's bad
That it's the kind that they can't operate on
And I know it's real slow, honey
Painful and real slow
Styrofoam coffee cups
And bagged drugs that never work enough
And I know its real slow, honey
Painful and real slow

When we were young
And hit like hammers
I'd write the nails in your hands
But when 99% of us is failure
There's no going back

And I know its real slow, honey
Painful and real slow
Blackbird come the break of dawn
The TV's on, I turn it off
Walk outside, get in the car
Stare at the wheel then fall apart

I get it all the time
Bright eyes to bat and hide behind
But I know they're just for show, honey
Painful and just for show
Black rooms to babysit
White halls to pace and wait for it
And I know it's too slow, honey
Painful and real slow

When we were young
And hit like hammers
I'd write the nails in your hands
When 99% of us is failure
There's no coming back

And I know its real slow, honey
Painful and real slow

Blackbird come the break of day
You swallow the shit that people say
Walk outside look at the sky
Ask it to fall or tell you why