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........
Sunday, April 15, 2007
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.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Dogs Requiem. Wow. Alex, my friend, you nailed it. I love that play SO much. Dammit, now I really want to direct something...
So I'm not at the Producers tonight. Turns out Keith misread the date on his ticket, so it's March 28th, not March 23rd. Oh well. I actually found that kind of funny. It's fine though, I've gotten a chance to brush up on Owen Meany this evening.
But man, if things go my way, I'll have seen 4 shows between this Thursday and next Thursday. With any luck I'll see the Pillowman on Saturday, and Eric Clapton on Monday with mein papa, the Producers on Wednesday and Kes' AfroCuban show on Thursday....oh wait, that's 5 shows! Aha!
On Hugging:
Yes, I thought I'd give this ramble a quasi-academic title...now I want people's opinions on this. I couldn't make up my mind about it. For the sake of anyone reading this, I wouldn't take it too seriously if I were you. I don't, really. It's just something I was idly pondering. I'm not actually that insane....or am I? Take it for what it's worth, whatever that may be. =p
Hugs are simply awesome. We all love getting them and giving them. When you're hugging someone, it's like for that short moment that person is the most important person in the world. There's something so loving and affectionate in a hug, be it platonic or otherwise. So naturally we really appreciate people who give good hugs. Usually I try to give the best hugs as I possibly can, regardless of what kind of a hug the other person(s) is/are giving. But perhaps there's something wrong with that. Perhaps it becomes hollow to put such unconditional effort put into hugging. I mean, what about when hugging someone you don't really like but you'll hug them any way for the purpose of being polite or civil or whatever you want to call it? Is it worth the effort of a good hug,especially when you know deep down inside yourself that it's all a facade? Should we save truly affectionate hugs exclusively for those we genuinely like, perhaps for the sake of preserving some meaning in the act of hugging? After all, anything worth the effort should not be thrown around so carelessly, right?
Or can hugging people whom we don't particularly like with all our might perhaps cultivate some sort of fondness toward that person, extending the olive branch, as it were? Hugging a person who's hugging you for politeness sake may reconsider hugging if you do it like you mean it. If you looked at it like that then it wouldn't be merely wasting a good hug on someone, if that's even possible.
I hope I haven't killed hugs for you with all this intellectualising. I guess in the end you just have to go with the feel of things, when it comes to hugs. Is it even worth debating? Are there even any answers to these questions? Is Liam a damn fool? Gah! I need a hug.
So I'm not at the Producers tonight. Turns out Keith misread the date on his ticket, so it's March 28th, not March 23rd. Oh well. I actually found that kind of funny. It's fine though, I've gotten a chance to brush up on Owen Meany this evening.
But man, if things go my way, I'll have seen 4 shows between this Thursday and next Thursday. With any luck I'll see the Pillowman on Saturday, and Eric Clapton on Monday with mein papa, the Producers on Wednesday and Kes' AfroCuban show on Thursday....oh wait, that's 5 shows! Aha!
On Hugging:
Yes, I thought I'd give this ramble a quasi-academic title...now I want people's opinions on this. I couldn't make up my mind about it. For the sake of anyone reading this, I wouldn't take it too seriously if I were you. I don't, really. It's just something I was idly pondering. I'm not actually that insane....or am I? Take it for what it's worth, whatever that may be. =p
Hugs are simply awesome. We all love getting them and giving them. When you're hugging someone, it's like for that short moment that person is the most important person in the world. There's something so loving and affectionate in a hug, be it platonic or otherwise. So naturally we really appreciate people who give good hugs. Usually I try to give the best hugs as I possibly can, regardless of what kind of a hug the other person(s) is/are giving. But perhaps there's something wrong with that. Perhaps it becomes hollow to put such unconditional effort put into hugging. I mean, what about when hugging someone you don't really like but you'll hug them any way for the purpose of being polite or civil or whatever you want to call it? Is it worth the effort of a good hug,especially when you know deep down inside yourself that it's all a facade? Should we save truly affectionate hugs exclusively for those we genuinely like, perhaps for the sake of preserving some meaning in the act of hugging? After all, anything worth the effort should not be thrown around so carelessly, right?
Or can hugging people whom we don't particularly like with all our might perhaps cultivate some sort of fondness toward that person, extending the olive branch, as it were? Hugging a person who's hugging you for politeness sake may reconsider hugging if you do it like you mean it. If you looked at it like that then it wouldn't be merely wasting a good hug on someone, if that's even possible.
I hope I haven't killed hugs for you with all this intellectualising. I guess in the end you just have to go with the feel of things, when it comes to hugs. Is it even worth debating? Are there even any answers to these questions? Is Liam a damn fool? Gah! I need a hug.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
EVERYONE COME SEE DOGS REQUIEM! THURSDAY, MARCH 22!
Sorry for the lack of postage. Perhaps the taps of worthwhile telling have run dry lately. I don't really know what to tell you. But then, why should I always have news, per se? If all I measure my life by is progress, then I'll never get anywhere! But maybe progress is all we have to measure our lives by; progress in how much money we make, how many friends we have, how many days go by before I GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS PLACE, how well your relationships with other people are going, how much IQ you're gaining in your noodle, or how much facial hair you're able to grow....
I had coffee with Riff, today. That was quite nice. How I missed that chap. And then on the bus Gina and I saw this guy who was actually freestyle rapping! And he had a boombox, too. It was quite cool.
Right now, I'm reading A Prayer for Owen Meany. Now don't get me wrong, I think it's really good so far. But I'm really not in the mood for it, I'm sorry to say. It's fiction based on the real world, which is too close to real life, and it's kind of depressing.
Damn this March weather. It tricks me into feeling like it's April or May, and then rudely reminds me it's not. Could you tell I want this year to be over? Haha I sure couldn't. ;p
I need a vacation from all this....so I keep on reading Lord of the Rings. That's probably when I'm at my most content. When I'm curled up with my nose buried in those lovely-smelling pages. And when I'm listening to Arcade Fire, or playing my guitar, or singing Shaw's songs. Those things in particular keep me happy. It's all a nice little tonic against other things in particular that are getting under my skin.
Ahh, that would be quite nice. I'd like to take my own 'there and back again' journey. Into the wilderness. Into the mountains. Perhaps even a space ship. Or to the ocean. Or all of them at once.
I'm sorry, guys. I'll try to come back on here with some better news.
Love to everybody!
I had coffee with Riff, today. That was quite nice. How I missed that chap. And then on the bus Gina and I saw this guy who was actually freestyle rapping! And he had a boombox, too. It was quite cool.
Right now, I'm reading A Prayer for Owen Meany. Now don't get me wrong, I think it's really good so far. But I'm really not in the mood for it, I'm sorry to say. It's fiction based on the real world, which is too close to real life, and it's kind of depressing.
Damn this March weather. It tricks me into feeling like it's April or May, and then rudely reminds me it's not. Could you tell I want this year to be over? Haha I sure couldn't. ;p
I need a vacation from all this....so I keep on reading Lord of the Rings. That's probably when I'm at my most content. When I'm curled up with my nose buried in those lovely-smelling pages. And when I'm listening to Arcade Fire, or playing my guitar, or singing Shaw's songs. Those things in particular keep me happy. It's all a nice little tonic against other things in particular that are getting under my skin.
Ahh, that would be quite nice. I'd like to take my own 'there and back again' journey. Into the wilderness. Into the mountains. Perhaps even a space ship. Or to the ocean. Or all of them at once.
I'm sorry, guys. I'll try to come back on here with some better news.
Love to everybody!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Fare Thee Well, Unemployment.
YAAAAAAY!!!! I FINALLY GOT A JOB! Ahhhh that feels good. Now I feel like I'm starting to make some more tangible progress, if only a little bit. I'm finally getting somewhere. I know, it's pretty sad to measure the progress of my life by whether or not I get a part time job. But seriously, it does 2 things: passes the time and gets me money, most of which I can save up for school, and some of which I can buy stuff with. ANd that's no small feat is it?
Yes, it's Safeway Starbucks. I'm finally a corporate whore! Hurrah! And you know what? I'm fine with that. Besides, even if I come to hate this job, I can keep in mind it'll only be for a few months. And then sayonara (sp?), Calgary! So yeah, my orientation is this Thursday.
In other news, I think once I get time I'm going to start writing the script for my new play. Talking to Dean (the Greek one) about his scriptwriting has inspired me to get back in the game once again. So as soon as my hands aren't tied with essays and projects and applications and paperwork, I will get started.
I also want to enter Stroll of Poets again, but I don't know when the deadline is, or if I can enter even though I most likely won't be there when it happens...
Well, I'd like to keep chatting, but I can't sit on my laurels forever, although I'd like to. Stupid goddamn homework. Ok, I'll talk to you all later.
Yes, it's Safeway Starbucks. I'm finally a corporate whore! Hurrah! And you know what? I'm fine with that. Besides, even if I come to hate this job, I can keep in mind it'll only be for a few months. And then sayonara (sp?), Calgary! So yeah, my orientation is this Thursday.
In other news, I think once I get time I'm going to start writing the script for my new play. Talking to Dean (the Greek one) about his scriptwriting has inspired me to get back in the game once again. So as soon as my hands aren't tied with essays and projects and applications and paperwork, I will get started.
I also want to enter Stroll of Poets again, but I don't know when the deadline is, or if I can enter even though I most likely won't be there when it happens...
Well, I'd like to keep chatting, but I can't sit on my laurels forever, although I'd like to. Stupid goddamn homework. Ok, I'll talk to you all later.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Here's a short thing I wrote a couple months ago, just thought I'd post it. Looking back on it, it seemed like I was trying so hard to sound thoughtful and introspective, and in reality I still have no idea what I'm talking about. But no matter; tripe or no tripe, I just liked writing it:
i'll let life move me in me
churn me please,
the milk of human kindness
butter-becoming
constantly recycling reincarnating old trash
in bins and depots overflowing
with this lovely life-garbage
a seasonal dawning the resurrection
the good news erection
and we'll all peel out of those old hides on
occasion but we're dying to get back in
patching quilts of past-life skins
to document the self with self-armour
because life is that old beast that deadline
the dead-feeling those face-kisses and missed
phone calls the unturned pages of the calendar
to which you come home to every night and
stare at in the mirror over and over hoping
to force a change, constantly wrenched from
a constant new womb thrust into a
new family, a commune of strangers
who have nothing in common but that
same warm place,
that same once-occupied space
we all have recorded deep down in
the blueprints of our hearts.
i'll let life move me in me
churn me please,
the milk of human kindness
butter-becoming
constantly recycling reincarnating old trash
in bins and depots overflowing
with this lovely life-garbage
a seasonal dawning the resurrection
the good news erection
and we'll all peel out of those old hides on
occasion but we're dying to get back in
patching quilts of past-life skins
to document the self with self-armour
because life is that old beast that deadline
the dead-feeling those face-kisses and missed
phone calls the unturned pages of the calendar
to which you come home to every night and
stare at in the mirror over and over hoping
to force a change, constantly wrenched from
a constant new womb thrust into a
new family, a commune of strangers
who have nothing in common but that
same warm place,
that same once-occupied space
we all have recorded deep down in
the blueprints of our hearts.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Hey all. Sorry for the dry spell...
At Bellafonte's was an unequivocal success, I'm happy to announce. I suppose everyone's heard about it already, but whatever! For those who didn't get to see it, I believe it has been filmed, for yearbook, I think. I don't know what the quality of the film will be like, but at least there will be some footage on it.
Chanda got valedictorian, by the way. I'm genuinely happy for her, but she'd better do a fantastic job of this, or else...
We're into the swing of term 2, and already I'm tired of it. I just want this year to be over, and end all this stress once and for all. Why did I take on so many things at once? I barely even got a break over exam break.....
I've finished the application process to UVic. Brandie is sending in Westmount transcripts, and the official ones are on their way later this week. I really REALLY need to get out of here!
Tomorrow, I'm going to apply at another Safeway, where Peter, Johanna, Jaki, Megan, Erica and godknowswhoelse work. Johanna and Jaki tell me there's a good chance I'll get hired, so I really hope this goes well.
Sadly I have to weight a bit longer for Drivers Ed. I'm so tired of goddamn waiting! ARRGUHIUHRIUHGTUH!!!
I'm not sure how I'm doing.
I'm really sorry guys. I'm just rather stressed and confused and sad and burned out and BLAHGYHUBIUH87@^&*%@#&*^T# right now. I'll be ok though, don't worry. things will be ok, eventually.
Please make summer come soon.....
At Bellafonte's was an unequivocal success, I'm happy to announce. I suppose everyone's heard about it already, but whatever! For those who didn't get to see it, I believe it has been filmed, for yearbook, I think. I don't know what the quality of the film will be like, but at least there will be some footage on it.
Chanda got valedictorian, by the way. I'm genuinely happy for her, but she'd better do a fantastic job of this, or else...
We're into the swing of term 2, and already I'm tired of it. I just want this year to be over, and end all this stress once and for all. Why did I take on so many things at once? I barely even got a break over exam break.....
I've finished the application process to UVic. Brandie is sending in Westmount transcripts, and the official ones are on their way later this week. I really REALLY need to get out of here!
Tomorrow, I'm going to apply at another Safeway, where Peter, Johanna, Jaki, Megan, Erica and godknowswhoelse work. Johanna and Jaki tell me there's a good chance I'll get hired, so I really hope this goes well.
Sadly I have to weight a bit longer for Drivers Ed. I'm so tired of goddamn waiting! ARRGUHIUHRIUHGTUH!!!
I'm not sure how I'm doing.
I'm really sorry guys. I'm just rather stressed and confused and sad and burned out and BLAHGYHUBIUH87@^&*%@#&*^T# right now. I'll be ok though, don't worry. things will be ok, eventually.
Please make summer come soon.....
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