haHA! No more Drivers Ed class for me! Finally.
I had a dance party with myself, this afternoon. I danced to David Byrne in my living room. That may sound really sad and pathetic, but it was actually amazingly fun. Why? Just because. I will always have a place in my heart for Mr. Byrne.
I just popped in to say hello, really. The world is ok. Life is still crazy, but the world is ok.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Alright, I promised I'd post today, so post I shall. It will not change the world, but I am a man of my word, so here I am.
I finally bought Pearl Jam's "Ten" album the other day and listened to it. I always forget how much I enjoy Pearl Jam, until I hear them again. Good times, good times.
I was scrolling through old photo albums on Tuesday night, to find a baby picture for grad. But the real reward was seeing all of those old pictures again. It's bizarre to think that all of those people, those younger people were me, my family, my friends. They look like such strangers. Seeing pictures of my mom and dad when they were newlyweds was even stranger. I often wonder what my parents relationship is now, as compared to when they were first married. Do they still love each other? I hope so. It's hard to tell with some people. Especially parents. But you never know, right? Love comes in so many shapes and sizes and degrees. Old(er) love does look very different from the younger kind. But perhaps not SO different that you can't recognise it for what it is. I do hope my parents love each other. It would probably be a while yet before I ever got the courage to ask either of them, if I ever do. Perhaps it's best I don't. I don't usually think of them like that, as husband and wife. I just think of them as mom and dad, and I'm sure most of us do....and then there's the kids. We were all so cute. Gabby and Ciaran were ADORABLE. I wonder what happened? Hahaha no, I jest. They're still just as cute as they were before...and then there is me. I don't think I look alike in any two time periods of my life. Even since junior high I've changed in spades. It's amazing all these things you can forget until you leaf through these things. I encourage everyone to go look at old photo albums and let the old memories come flooding in. You'll be glad you did.
I finally bought Pearl Jam's "Ten" album the other day and listened to it. I always forget how much I enjoy Pearl Jam, until I hear them again. Good times, good times.
I was scrolling through old photo albums on Tuesday night, to find a baby picture for grad. But the real reward was seeing all of those old pictures again. It's bizarre to think that all of those people, those younger people were me, my family, my friends. They look like such strangers. Seeing pictures of my mom and dad when they were newlyweds was even stranger. I often wonder what my parents relationship is now, as compared to when they were first married. Do they still love each other? I hope so. It's hard to tell with some people. Especially parents. But you never know, right? Love comes in so many shapes and sizes and degrees. Old(er) love does look very different from the younger kind. But perhaps not SO different that you can't recognise it for what it is. I do hope my parents love each other. It would probably be a while yet before I ever got the courage to ask either of them, if I ever do. Perhaps it's best I don't. I don't usually think of them like that, as husband and wife. I just think of them as mom and dad, and I'm sure most of us do....and then there's the kids. We were all so cute. Gabby and Ciaran were ADORABLE. I wonder what happened? Hahaha no, I jest. They're still just as cute as they were before...and then there is me. I don't think I look alike in any two time periods of my life. Even since junior high I've changed in spades. It's amazing all these things you can forget until you leaf through these things. I encourage everyone to go look at old photo albums and let the old memories come flooding in. You'll be glad you did.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Rye-turz blawk
So I want to enter this upcoming writing contest for CBC. It's a 500 word entry for this one, I believe, and I really want to write some fresh material. The criteria is it needs to be "light in tone and humourous, if possible." It can be a poem, or a short story, or whatever, as long as it's light and/or funny. Soooo......any ideas? Anyone? C'mon, I know you're all geniuses, so don't hide it from leeches like me! You're all full of anecdotal gems, I just know it! I'm just a little lacking in inspiration in this department, so if any of you guys has an idea or any suggestions I would greatly appreciate it.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Hello all (or none)!
As you can see, I've done some renovating. I wanted something a little brighter. After all, the world needs more brightness, yes? So I thought I'd begin with the wallpaper of my very own blog. The harbour is a good theme, I thought. It has an air of release, of new voyages, or home-comings.
Speaking of comings and goings, I'm finding more and more that I am wanting to go to Mount Allison less and less. It was never a first choice, but still.
It was a drab Spring Break. I barely got to see my friends. It had its very interesting moments though.
I've started driving for the first couple of times, and it's really not as bad as I thought it would be. At least, not as scary, anyway. I just hope I end up a good driver. And a good, upstanding citizen. In a middle-class suburban house. With a car. And a dog. And 1.5 children per family.......yeah, I really don't know where that came from.
I'm about 9 pages into this play and, well, so far so good. I can't believe I wrote At Bellafonte's so bloody fast! What the hell happened? And why can't I do that again?
I wish I could remember my dreams. Then I would document them and write about them here, in my blog, so at least there would be more interesting stuff to read.
Here's a quote by Shantideva that I have mixed feelings about. What are your thoughts, comrades?
"If you can do something about it, why worry?
If you can't do something about it, why worry?"
It's probably paraphrased, but you get the idea.
This month is going to be crazy in every way....brace yourself, Liam........
As you can see, I've done some renovating. I wanted something a little brighter. After all, the world needs more brightness, yes? So I thought I'd begin with the wallpaper of my very own blog. The harbour is a good theme, I thought. It has an air of release, of new voyages, or home-comings.
Speaking of comings and goings, I'm finding more and more that I am wanting to go to Mount Allison less and less. It was never a first choice, but still.
It was a drab Spring Break. I barely got to see my friends. It had its very interesting moments though.
I've started driving for the first couple of times, and it's really not as bad as I thought it would be. At least, not as scary, anyway. I just hope I end up a good driver. And a good, upstanding citizen. In a middle-class suburban house. With a car. And a dog. And 1.5 children per family.......yeah, I really don't know where that came from.
I'm about 9 pages into this play and, well, so far so good. I can't believe I wrote At Bellafonte's so bloody fast! What the hell happened? And why can't I do that again?
I wish I could remember my dreams. Then I would document them and write about them here, in my blog, so at least there would be more interesting stuff to read.
Here's a quote by Shantideva that I have mixed feelings about. What are your thoughts, comrades?
"If you can do something about it, why worry?
If you can't do something about it, why worry?"
It's probably paraphrased, but you get the idea.
This month is going to be crazy in every way....brace yourself, Liam........
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Hi again!
Yesterday was my first drivers ed class. Absolutely riveting. I can't believe people actually do 8 hour classes of that. Good god.
Big news! I got a letter on Monday, from Mount Allison. Naturally, being rather nervous about opening it, I waited a little. I'd pace back and forth in the small space of my room, pondering whether I should in fact open it then and there. But of course, the suspense was too much for me, so I opened it up. I opened it expecting it to say whether or not I was accepted. What I did NOT expect was that instead it was an offer. An offer for a 12 fucking thousand dollar scholarship!! Needless to say, I was flabbergasted. Of course,if I did go there, this 12 000 dollars woudn't come all at once. It would be spaced out, 3000$ per year. But still, it's an honour that THEY would offer ME their highest entrance scholarship. I was giddy for quite some time, you can imagine. I'd never been offered a scholarship, let alone from a University. Now this is what confused me though. They offer me this, but they still hadn't officially, directly stated that I was accepted. So it was kinda weird. But an offer like that must mean SOMETHING. Well, the next day an official letter of acceptance arrived, somewhat anticlimactically, to my humble little abode. So this is what it's like, getting your first letter of acceptance. Yet, in spite of the absolute honour that it is, it's not what I'm aiming for. Mount Allison is so far away, from everything and everyone. I know it sounds crazy, but even with the scholarship, I don't think I want to go. It remains a plan B, while I hold my breath for UVic, and if I get accepted there, scholarship or none, I'm gonna go out West. My mom thinks I should go to Mount Allison, now that all this has come in the mail. I shouldn't be surprised. It is a fabulous AND well-known school. But it's not for me, plain and simple. I don't want to disappoint my mom, or anyone else who thinks I should go east, but I can't go to appease or impress anyone. This is my life, yes? Perhaps when I was 12 I would've jumped at the idea of going to Mount Allison, when I still wanted to graduate from there and go on to Oxford and be a Rhodes Scholar. It's amazing, really, how much I've changed in 6 years.
But anyway, I'm still enjoying the fact that I've been accepted SOMEWHERE. It's quite the feeling. But I won't be able to rest until I hear from UVic. At least then I can start planning for it and everything. WHY DO THEY TAKE SO BLOODY LONG?! I want to go there so badly.
Big news! I got a letter on Monday, from Mount Allison. Naturally, being rather nervous about opening it, I waited a little. I'd pace back and forth in the small space of my room, pondering whether I should in fact open it then and there. But of course, the suspense was too much for me, so I opened it up. I opened it expecting it to say whether or not I was accepted. What I did NOT expect was that instead it was an offer. An offer for a 12 fucking thousand dollar scholarship!! Needless to say, I was flabbergasted. Of course,if I did go there, this 12 000 dollars woudn't come all at once. It would be spaced out, 3000$ per year. But still, it's an honour that THEY would offer ME their highest entrance scholarship. I was giddy for quite some time, you can imagine. I'd never been offered a scholarship, let alone from a University. Now this is what confused me though. They offer me this, but they still hadn't officially, directly stated that I was accepted. So it was kinda weird. But an offer like that must mean SOMETHING. Well, the next day an official letter of acceptance arrived, somewhat anticlimactically, to my humble little abode. So this is what it's like, getting your first letter of acceptance. Yet, in spite of the absolute honour that it is, it's not what I'm aiming for. Mount Allison is so far away, from everything and everyone. I know it sounds crazy, but even with the scholarship, I don't think I want to go. It remains a plan B, while I hold my breath for UVic, and if I get accepted there, scholarship or none, I'm gonna go out West. My mom thinks I should go to Mount Allison, now that all this has come in the mail. I shouldn't be surprised. It is a fabulous AND well-known school. But it's not for me, plain and simple. I don't want to disappoint my mom, or anyone else who thinks I should go east, but I can't go to appease or impress anyone. This is my life, yes? Perhaps when I was 12 I would've jumped at the idea of going to Mount Allison, when I still wanted to graduate from there and go on to Oxford and be a Rhodes Scholar. It's amazing, really, how much I've changed in 6 years.
But anyway, I'm still enjoying the fact that I've been accepted SOMEWHERE. It's quite the feeling. But I won't be able to rest until I hear from UVic. At least then I can start planning for it and everything. WHY DO THEY TAKE SO BLOODY LONG?! I want to go there so badly.
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