Everyday Interesting: My skewed up view...

Who the hell are you?

2005-12-30T19:23:00.000-05:00

Who are you, and where did you come from?? How did you get access to my blog? That looks like my picture at the top of the page, and these words seem like they could be mine. I even remember writing some of them. But were they really mine? They're so familiar, yet they seem like they are someone elses. I would never write that, yet I know for sure that I did, I must have.

Has it really been a year since I've been here. Has it been that long already? I know I've meant to come back here so many times, and I've even payed a few visits, glancing in on what used to be such a record of me. And every time that I left I felt guilty, feeling that I should have added something, anything.

I think it might be time to close this chapter, and start documenting something new. I feel like there would be something very new to write if I started up again, a new chapter, a new era. Like what I'm reading here, it'll be the same, but something different, old and new at the same time.

So here we go again. Welcome back to me. Welcome back to my skewed up view....

The long goodbye...

2004-12-16T01:22:00.000-05:00

I left for my second year of undergrad university in September. At the time of writing, I'm looking forward to heading back home for Christmas next week. That's to say, it's already mid-December. So why, you ask, am I writing after all these months?

Back when I blogged on a regular basis, I was surfing around, looking at random blogs in my spare time. I wanted to see what other people were writing, and it dawned upon me to create an "Emo-blog": a record of all things emo....thoughts, feelings, art, music, so on. I could get everyone I knew or even those I didn't to contribute. It would be a great idea. So, I started to look for an emo blog. I found several, none with any relevance to emo-anything. But one caught my attention. The website is here. It hadn't been modified for several years, and the last post was written by the author, a man, about to propose to his girlfreind. He'd already gone and bought the ring, and was planning to give it to her soon. And then it ended. I had seen into one of the most important moments in this mans life, and then I was abandoned, left in the lurch at the very climax of the story.

So I wanted to give my blog closure. Even if this isn't the last post, I'll try to keep it at the top. So if any wayward travellers happen across my site, they'll know what happened to me, and that this blog hasn't died. It's just sleeping until I come back. And I'll be back. No one will be here to read it, and I'll have to start weaving my stories all over again, but, I'll be back.

I'll see you soon,

Pete

Take me at face value...

2004-09-05T01:20:00.000-04:00

A reputation. A pre-judgement based upon something that may or may not be entirely or at all factual. Sure, reputations are usually associated to a person for a good reason, but does that mean that he or she should always be labelled as such? Is it fair for someone to work from anothers assumptions, without being given the opportunity to form their own?

But assume for now that the reputation is just. Can this person change? Sure, they can, nothings stopping them, but in the eyes of others they are still the same person that they always were. The reputation will fade with time, but for now, it's stuck. And that means that the person with the reputation must battle against everyone's judgements and scorn to prove that they can change. And this is why many fail, because we are so often exactly what others think we are. If we are percieved to be a crook, then why try to be anything else?

All that you need is for one person to believe. For one person to take a leap of faith and forget about the past, worrying only about the now, and about the future. Though this is hard, and requires much trust, the benefits can be earth shattering. This is not to say that things cannot go wrong, but as long as there is trust from one other, and desire from the one with the reputation, progress can be made.

This just leaves one final question. What will it take for you to trust me?

Hiatus...

2004-09-05T01:10:00.000-04:00

So, for the record, I didn't disappear from the face of the earth, nor did I suddenly cease to exist. So, just to recap, I'll let you all know where I've been for the last few weeks. After I stopped working (about 2 weeks ago), I lost the structure from my days, and became a little preoccupied with finishing loose ends that I had before I left for the fall term at university. This didn't lend well to writing, since, though I had a lot that I wanted to write about, I also had a lot to do, that I needed to schedule in on my own. And to be honest, I just didn't.

And then I moved up to school. This all went pretty smoothly, as would be expected. Soon after, I started a week of job training for my new job, working with the university's IT services. The following friday, I finished training, and started frosh leader training. That brings me to now. We're still in the midst of training, and there's still a lot on my mind.

With all of the challenges that the new year will bring, I'm anticipating a lot to write about. So if there are any of you who still care to check this page, please stick around. The post's will start to take yet another new path, this time heading toward the personal challenges that I meet, while still sticking to the emotional side.

Now, time to start writing the real post.

My faded shirt...

2004-08-18T16:52:00.000-04:00

[EDITED] At the beginning of the year I bought a shirt. A red shirt, a beautiful cut, very stylish, and a really excellent fit. I wore this shirt to work and washed it and wore it again. And now it's the end of the summer.

Now, as I look down at my arms, I can't help but think that the shirt has now faded. As i gaze at the soft crinkled fabric, the deep maroon appears to have softened to a dirty, brownish red, and the vibrant trim has dulled to just a plain red line. My once bold and powerful shirt has mellowed with time. It has become bland, worn thin by the long summer days and scorching heat.

And as I gently rub my fingers across the fabric, I can't help but think that it too has softened, worn down through repeated and repetitive use. The once stiff cuff now hangs limp from my wrist, and the formerly sharp lines of the seams now flow into a non-descript figure. Even the delicate wrinkles that once made this a modern and stylish shirt now seem to serve no purpose, making the shirt seem messy and unkempt. There is no longer the beauty and charm that it once possessed. Now my shirt just hangs as another shirt in the wardrobe, unable to distinguish itself from the others.

The sharp lines, the bold colours, the distinct look...all now gone, replaced by a tired, haggared rag, worn by time and battered by the harsh machine.

Hopefully the shirt on my back will brighten again soon.

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I like this post. It's the first in a while that a) I've finished in one shot, and b) I've felt good about. It seems to flow well. It reminds me of some of my older posts. This is good. Having said, it may just be the result of an abundance of ideas. You may have noticed that this is my 3rd post in 2 days. Looks like I've been given something to think about again.

Fogotten Freinds...

2004-08-18T01:03:00.000-04:00

To forget a friend. Not the person themselves. That's near impossible, especially for a good friend. But the person. The person inside, the character, the essence of being, the personality. This sounds like quite a feat, but it really is easier than you would think, as tonight I found out. It was honestly a shock to me that I had quiet forgotten the elements of a person that made them so endearing to me. Not only was it a shock (though a pleasant one, I'll admit) to rediscover a friend, it was also a shock that this was possible in the first place. Do we only remember the basics of a person, and not the truly important features, even if they are particuarly prominant.

I spent this evening with a friend whom I have all but neglected for the past few months. We used to be very close but drifted apart when we both returned home for the summer (ironically, since we live in the same town all summer, but had been closer when separated by hundereds of miles). As we were talking, I remembered her quirky personality and off the wall sense of humour that was quite such a major part of who she is. How could I forget this? I could I manage to forget the little interactions that we had, the moments that we had shared?

I can only hope that I remember this for next time, so that I don't neglect her again. At least I have it written down this time, so I can always remind myself of how amazing of a person she is.

Enter Routine...

2004-08-17T20:05:00.000-04:00

Well, it's tuesday again already, and if history is anything to go by, that means I should be blogging again. I don't know why I so often write on a tuesday or wednesday. I guess I just happen to have some time on these days, which seems to be in ever decreasing supply, but then, isn't everyones? Isn't it?

Do you ever feel like you just don't have enough time in the day? That there just aren't enough hours to cram your life into it. I guess we only feel like this when we already haven't had enough time, not when we're looking forward to when we won't have enough time. I mean, on paper, there's always enough time to do everything you need to without compromise. But that's only when everything goes to plan, which it rarely does. Unexpected events crop up, events take longer than scheduled, and those little things like getting there or eating or catching a 5 minute break creep into your time.

But do you ever feel like you just don't have enough time to care. It's a sad, sad feeling. Sometimes, I really want to do something, or worse, speak to someone, but I just don't feel as if I have the time to spare. It's often just before I plan to go to bed, and I see someone online or think about them, and it occurs to me that I really want to talk to them. But then I know I don't have the time, and I have to let them slide. This isn't a monotonous task people, this is someone, a soul, a human, a consciousness. How can you cast a person aside? And the real tragedy; they have no idea. They have no idea that you want them to hear you, and they just let it pass as another forgotten freind.

But on the flip side, do you ever feel like you're doing something just for another person. Don't get me wrong, I'm as selfish as the next guy. But sometimes, just sometimes, I get the impression that I'm only doing something because it might please someone else. This sounds horribly conceted, but sometimes I just step back from a situation and ask myself why I'm there. And I honestly can't give an honest answer. The only possible reason would be to make someone else happy. Now, this is fair enough when it's someone you care about, or for a cause dear to your heart...but sometimes.....there is no reason, so why do I even make the effort? It just becomes another run through the motions. Do this, do that, speak to this person, see that one. The continuation of pattern seems the only semblance of reason to proceed, to repeat the actions of weeks gone by.

Maybe it's time to change which day I blog.

American Idiots...?

2004-08-10T15:12:00.000-04:00

Green Days new single only manages to further their own point.

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By now I'm sure you've all heard the return to the punk-rock-alt-esq forum by Green Day, "American Idiot" floating across your nations airwaves. With the first new material coming from the trio since 2000s "Warning", Green Day brings back their familiar antics that managed to make them so popular throughout the 90's. From what we've all heard so far, the new material looks to be classic Green Day, with the same driving guitar, rocking drums and off-kilter lyrics as ever.

But with the debut single, Green Day take leaps into a whole new arena: Politics.

It now seems that expressing your angst against the current state of America and its politics is the popular thing to do, especially in the world of rock and punk music. And, following suit, Green Day enter in, though isn't it a little late? It seems to me that Green Day are just throwing in their 2 cents, almost as if to say "We're popular too, look at us".

Furthering the point, the are taking the non-traditional route of screaming the bands opinions loud and clear. Traditionally, such artists have used metaphor and imagery as techniques to convey their points without being too obvious, almost like an inside joke. Almost like the fan's of the band get it while the suits up on capital hill don't get why everyone's laughing at them. But Green Day are just throwing their thoughts in your face without giving anyone a chance to interpret it, like a kid who opens his mouth before he thought about what he said. Just take a look at the following verse taken from the song:

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.

There is, in my most honest of opinions, very little room for any debate of what lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong is trying to get at. So you don't like the state of your country, and you wrote a song about it. Congratulations. But what effect is this actually having on anything. Wouldn't some kind of political activism, a la OK Go or Bad Religion be a way more effective method of getting your message across? So does this just make Green Day the titular American Idiot's for being just another member of the "nation controlled by the media" (as lifted once again from the new single) by so faithfully following the path set by the bands, by pop-culture and (dare I say it?) the media?

But of course, this song, with it's catchy lyrics and "I'm political too" lyrics will rise up the charts and be played across the continent for weeks to come, while bands who are sending a deeper message are relegated to the stacks, never to see more than a few minutes of air time, if that. In fact, the song will precisely prove its own point: the song will become popular among the youth of America because a) it's Green Day, and radio station X say that we like them and b) with all of these people talking politics, moron, cookie-cutter pre/early-teens feel the need to get an opinion....Oh, here's one. And hell, all the other kids hate Bush, so it must be right. Right?

Hmm, maybe this songs got a little more depth than I thought...

Satire or Stupidity: Discuss.

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I just re-read my last post and realised that I accidentally didn't highlight a key word in the "secret message", which made it make much less sense. Whoops. Oh well, it's fixed now, so maybe give it another once over if you have the time. I thought it was a really good post, and expected some comments, but I didn't get any, and I'm hoping that it's just because I screwed up the wording / formatting.

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I'm going through another one of those busy spells. I have plenty to write about, but no time to write it in. At the moment, I'm resorting to taking time out of my work day, which I have no problem with, but the boss seems to get a little tetchy.

Expect more soon, my times gonna start freeing up...Hopefully.

[Sanctuary]

2004-08-03T15:26:00.001-04:00

I need somewhere. Somewhere else. A home away from home where I can go to get away from the clamor of the real world and just be alone with my thoughts, with nature. Somewhere that there is no agenda, no judgment, and no expectation.

Take me away. Take me away to this place, this sanctuary, where I can while away the time in my mind and resurrect memories of time gone by. In this place all of the worlds worries and all of the stressors will melt from my body as I relax into the golden rays of the setting sun. And only here may I be allowed to rebalance my soul and repair my broken mind.

And when I return, I will once again be ready and able to combat all that life throws at me without breaking, snapping from the strains. I will be at one with myself, with the universe, and with the world. Nothing, no single challenge will become insumountable.

Please. Please let me go.

Please let me go there, away from this cyclic redundancy, this Escherien staircase. Now I only have to climb the stairs for another 3 weeks, but then what? Should I believe that all will right itself after I finish? Or will I have to start back at the bottom, forcing me to climb the same old stairs once again? Is it irrational to believe that the dream of sanctuary is all a fanciful lie?

You just don't understand...

2004-08-01T00:58:00.000-04:00

None of you seem to get it. I am not imortal. I am human, just like everyone else. I need sleep. I need lots of sleep, lot's more than I get. And yet, you insist that I'm coping out by leaving only 1 hour past midnight. Me?? I'm the one letting everyone else down? Give me a break.

I can almost guaruntee that I work more hours than all of you. More early morning starts, more waking up at the crack of dawn to be fed and showered ready for the long day ahead. And this most always is 7 days a week. No weekend. No time to take a break and sit back. This is work. No, this is me working my ass off. And yet, I'm out, everynight that there's something going on, ready to go where ever the action is. Hell, half of the time I have to rally the troops myslef (though with some assistance). That's right, no dropping out to spend time with my other half, no slacking off because I had a really long day at work. I suck it up, because we're all only young once, and to me, that means that I have to make my damndest effort to spend as much time as possible with my freinds. And this almost always means that I'm getting in my car, driving people to and from home, and all sorts. All of which, might I remind you all, is on a rapidly declining number of hours of sleep.

This weekend I (and with 3 others) drove for 8 hours to Ottawa in torrential rain and hellish traffic to see a freind and party for less that a 12 hours. Was it worth it? Hell yes. Did he appreciate?? God damn right. Did we do something totally illogical just because it might have been the greatest night of the entire summer?? For damn sure. We put ourselves out to spend time with others who are important to us, and that is what summers should be about.

So what's the point of this rant? The point is, I'm really fuckin' tired, and I don't want you turnin' around being all "what's up with Pete, why's he so pissed and leaving early?", cause I've had a really long week, and it's not gonna end for another 21 days. So excuse me if I'm a little tetchy and a little on edge, but I'm trying to squeeze every second of sleep out of this day as is humanly god damn fucking possible. Ok?

"Brother's and Sister's...

2004-07-25T16:00:00.000-04:00

...rebuild your lives, we're all just takers, give us something tonight..."

[Note: This is an uber-delayed post. Time has been getting the better of me, as ever. It was started last week, but I didn't get around to finishing it until now.]

So, as some or all of you may have gathered, I've returned from England. Before you ask, it was great. Yes, I did. No, unfortunately I didn't have time to. Yes, these carrots are juicy. No, I'm not especially glad to be back, other than to be able to see my friends.

The point here is, I made a stunning observation on my travels (mainly while musing sat around in various airports and on various plains).

Now, you must bear in mind that I haven't seen and of my friends in England for at least 2 years, some of them not for 3 or 4 years. I had no idea what to expect of them or what they would be like. Last time I saw them, they were all pretty different to me, but then I didn't really have much of a group of friends to compare them to. So what was I to expect when I saw them again? I sure as hell didn't know, but it definitely wasn't what I saw when I got there.

It turns out that most of my friends in England are, in fact..........Almost exactly the same as my friends here. Sure, there are some obvious differences, but the basics are all the same. There are the same group dramas, the same long term relationships, the same little rivalries and the same kinds of bonds between specific individuals. They listen to the same kinds of music, they find the same kind of things funny, and they get up to the same kind of things. They have the same kinds of problems, the same kinds of goals, and the same kinds of plans.

It's just the same.

And to me, this is a amazing. The fact that thousands of miles of ocean separate them, living in totally different types of places (smallish, suburban town not particularly near to anything and Oakville, hoity-toity town next to the biggest city in Canada) and there are some wildly different cultural differences, all of these people have managed to develop into (relatively) balanced, healthy 18 and 19 year olds living similar types of lives.

Life and the people in it never fails to amaze me.

Morning View...

2004-07-25T15:37:00.000-04:00

I rolled around as the phone went off. I must have taken at least two rings to remember what the strange noise meant, and the another one to remember where I was. I bound out of bed and threw my legs into my jeans, doing up the belt as I ran through the door and towards the kitchen. Unsurprisingly, the phone stopped ringing as I went to pick it up. Awake and alert as I now was, I wandered back into the sitting room and crashed onto the couch, pulling a blanket over me in the process.

I gazed out through the open blinds, past the trees and across the lake, placed there specifically for my veiwing pleasure. It was a beautiful day, no clouds, sun shining, lake a perfect crystal blue and as calm as any I've ever seen. I decided that I need water, so I walked back to the kitchen and grabbed a glass. I felt liberated walking around in just my jeans. There was no need for a shirt, so I didn't wear one. It was serene.

I wandered back to my couch and picked up the newspaper, skimming through some sections on property and business. After a short while, I put down the paper, and decided to put on some music, nothing too loud, just nice and chill, something fitting of the scene. I did a few push-ups looking out over the lake, for want of anything better to do. Even something as mundane as that was made enjoyable by the view.

And that was how I spent my saturday morning.

Watch what you're saying, don't watch what you said...

2004-07-19T18:21:00.000-04:00

[A Note From The Editor: When I first wrote this, it was awful. I don't know why. The idea was spot on, but the words were all wrong. I've re-written some of it and it seems to make a lot more sense to me, and hopefully, to you now. If you read it before and got lost, or just didn't get it, read again and post comments. Is it better? Is it worse? Even if you didn't read the first itteration, does this one make sense? My mojo seems a little off in writing lately, so any help getting me back on track would be much appreciated.]

Ok, so the point of my previous post was to illustrate an idea that I believe in very seriously. It was introduced to me a long while ago as a quirky episode in a TV series (Red Dwarf, if you're curious). The premise of the episode was that the main character's inner voices, if you will, were personified through some crazy quantum mistake. That is to say, they were real, physical people, walking around and interacting with the world.

I want to explain this idea a little more clearly: the episode suggested that everyone has two aspects of their inner being, Confidence and Paranoia, a little like the idea of a devil and an angel sitting on your shoulders. Confidence is the positive aspect of your self. When you're in a good mood, when you're doing well in life, when you feel great, Confidence is 'there' to pat you on the back. This aspect is always supportive, and always motivates you to always push yourslef towards greatness, always believing in you abilities. No matter what's going on, it say's "you're the man", and "you can do it, slugger"....or something to that effect.

Paranoia, conversley, is the negative aspect of your personality, your negative inner voice. It will nitpick and find faults in everything you do. If it can bring you down and make you feel insignificant, it will. Paranoia will make you doubt everything you do, and tear away at every shread of hope, dignity and confidence that you have.

Most everyone can think of an example when one of these aspects has started to take control. In or after an exam, for instance, or at a party. However, they usually work in degrees, with neither taking full control. That's what we call reason or balance.

However, sometimes, just sometimes, one or the other will take a hold of you, your every thought and action. Oftentimes, this has very much to do with either a) intense alcohol consumption, or b) a sugar high or low. If Confidence takes control, it's not a big deal. So you're happy and confident, that's all good, right? Right. But it's quite a different story when Paranoia takes control. It can get to the point of complete, total and utter hopelessness. You don't know what to do or where to go and just slip into an endless cravass of pure darkness, filled with self-loathing and angst. This can be very, very dangerous.

So there it is, Confidence and Paranoia, the essence of your inner voice, as seen by me. Think about it.

Wake up the dying, don't wake up the dead...

2004-07-17T11:39:00.000-04:00

I see you're back then...
Uh, yeah, yeah I am. Just got back in this afternoon actually.
Bout time, maybe you'll get around to updating this thing now, which you so willfully neglected.
I think that's a little harsh.
We'll, let's be honest, it wouldn't be the first time, would it you've just upped and left things behind.
What are you talking about?
I think you well know.
NO! I clearly don't.
Well what about...what's her name, that girl, you know the one I mean.
EXCUSE ME!! That's a seriously low blow. How dare you bring her into this, she's totally irrelevant.
I wonder what she would say about that...
That isn't what I meant, and you know it.
Well she's just the start of a pretty long list and I think you know it.
Why are you even bringing this up?? I just came from a very long flight after a very good holiday, I don't need this shit right now!
You know me, always the devil on your shoulder, thorn in your side. I take pleasure in seeing you suffer.
That's it, I'm outta here....

Hey bud, what's gettin you down?
You don't wanna know, trust me.
If I didn't want to know, would I have asked?
Good point.
So? What is it?
OK, picture this, get home after an awsome time in England, and the first person I speak to, the first 'freind' just starts feedin' me a load of shit for no reason. I don't need that, I just don't need that right now.
Woah, woah, sounds like you need to kick back and chill out. Wanna cold one?
As ever, when you're right, you're very, very right. Miller?
I think we've got a few.
Awsome.
Look, people like that don't matter, you're bigger than that, you just have to rise above, elevate yourself to a higher plain and don't let petty minded people bring you down.
I stand by my previous statement about you being right.
That's why I'm here. Without guys like me, the whole world would come crashing down.
Thanks, man. Wanna shoot some pool?
Do I ever.

There's more to this story, I just ran out of time (I was writing in the Heathrow departure lounge and the plain was boarding).

This is a public service announcement...

2004-07-10T20:17:00.000-04:00

For those who don't know, I am currently on vacation in the motherland, that being England. I've been here for a week so a far, and am staying for another. I had been planning to post a few things here and there on my trip, but a combination of me being lazy and time being short has kept me from doing this.

Having said, I suddenly feel inclined to write something, despite it being 1:15am local time, and me having a very long day ahead of me. Oh well, hindsight is 20/20.

Tired eyes...

2004-06-30T09:32:00.000-04:00

...of a weary traveler

Tired eyes play ticks on us once again. Shifting pictures in the red reflections ahead draw our attention from the matters at hand, and we lose our focus for the moment. Watching as the pictures dance across the scene, mystifying onlookers as to what they really are. The magic is intriguing, but we cannot stop concentrating, for that could lead to a change in our path, where danger could lie.

We see the rats are running again, jammed to the side as they do. Why do the rodents not realise that they could run faster if they were spread out. Or do they not want to finish the race, content in blaming the other rats for their failure.

As they dart around us, we pray that they do not touch, for a single tap could cause others to panic and envelop us, spelling our death without question. With so many foolish rats around us, the tiniest slip could disrupt the fragile, fragile harmony within which they exist and we are traveling. Such a disruption would end the race for them all.

We hope that we do not stay here long enough to become one of them. We must stay attentive and watch our sides to ensure that we are protected. Protected not from the rats though, but from ourselves, for the start of the change lies within us, not them.

Tired eyes come back into focus as we leave this race to start another. We can only wonder what tricks they will play on us on the way to work tomorrow.

"All I wanna do all day is spend it in bed...

2004-06-30T01:00:00.000-04:00

...but that's bad for the body, and worse for my head..."

Ironically enough, the title of this post is the exact opposite sentiment to the way that I feel. I no longer want to sleep. Sure, I could just go and lay down my head upon that soft pillow and loose myself wrapped in that big warm blanket...but I just don't want to.

I've been going to sleep progressively later over the past few weeks. Last night I was out at the Reel Big Fish show, and didn't get back until gone 1am. Of course, I sat up and wasted my time for a little while trying to download a song, so I was up until 1:30, when I passed out. Tonight I was out and about until about 12:25. It's now 12:45, and I'm no closer to sleeping. I know I need to, but I really have little to no desire to do it. I don't even feel tired, just a little disjointed at this point.

Like I said, I know I have to. We all need sleep, it's a human function, and if we don't, things start to slide. I can hardly muster as much as a smile until early afternoon these days. If nothing else, this at least gives me fuel for my blog, but I'm not even thinking, just working, working, working. The phrase "zone-out" never felt so real. As so often happens in life, or at least mine, I seem to be working toward an eventual goal, or at least a breaking point. I'm guessing it'll be the end of the week, when my two week leave of absence starts. I won't get to sleep, but at least I won't have to wake up.

And don't even get me started on what could happen there.

We'll see what Friday holds.
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A few people have been bugging me about not writing here enough. Contrary to popular belief a) I'm really, REALLY busy, and b) I need something to write about, and time to reflect upon it, which I am lacking in one or both cases. So don't bug me. I can write about everyday crap or I can write something interesting. If you want crap, go to a crap factory. This is not a crap factory.

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This blog is becoming less of a journal and more of an introspective. The more I write, the less I want to write about what I just did or what I'm about to do, and more about what I'm thinking and "feeling". I like this more. It means less volume, but more quality. I'm also liking using song lyrics in the titles. This will probably stay as long as I find relevant songs to listen to.

If you don't like either of these two directions, please proceed to the aforementioned crap factory.

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Currently Listening to: Reel Big Fish / Littlest Man Band - Drunk Again

"But something that was not to be is done...

2004-06-25T16:24:00.000-04:00

...and this is the start of what was..."

In chemistry class a few years back we learnt how atoms collide to form molecules. We were told that, given enough energy, a random collision would form an intermediate molecule, that was partly separate atoms and partly a complete molecule. If the conditions were just so, the intermediary would form into the molecule, and continue on as such. If not, the atoms would simply fly apart, both going in completely different directions.

I realised yesterday how similar this is to the world we live in. When you meet someone for the first time, you could talk a little, bonding, getting to know them or just spending time, or you could just walk away, each going in your own direction. But sometimes, two people can join for a short while, forming an intermediary of sorts, really connecting for a few minutes, or even hours, and then just both move on, never to run into each other again.

Someone was talking to me about this once, and she told me how much she loved to connect with someone on some level just for a few moments, knowing that you will never see that person again. She asked if I knew what she meant, and I assumed that I did, so agreed.

I didn't. I had no idea.

Last night I was at a Summer barbecue for my work. I knew relatively few people there, and spent most of the beginning of the evening just talking to the few people that I knew. I hate it when there are so many people around, I'm just not good at it. If there are too many people I get nervous and don't say anything, just stand there listen.

Then this girl introduced herself. To be honest, it isn't fair to call he a girl, she was a woman, without a doubt. She was the company president's niece, visiting from Alberta. So she asked me about my accent, and we chatted, and it was interesting, and engaging. After a short while we drifted off, each doing our own thing. But then later, we started talking again, not about ourselves, what we did or what we had done, but about life, and the way we live it. And we just went on like this, chatting, talking, enjoying ourselves.

I stayed late into the night, just enjoying myself. I had nowhere better to be, so I had no reason to leave. Before I knew it, everyone was gone, and I decided that I should follow.

She was, without question, the most interesting and entertaining person at that party, and the only one there I could just talk with, comfortably, and without having to have a specific subject. There are very few people that I have met in my life that I have bonded with so quickly, and so naturally. She was 5 years from being twice my age, and yet we were able to connect on some level so easily.

And then I turned and walked away.

Organise your life...

2004-06-23T23:09:00.000-04:00

...The power of lists applied

I've gotten the impression lately that there aren't enough hours in the day to do all of the things I need to do. However, I'm under the distinctist of impressions that there are no plans to add either more hours to the day or more days to the week. Having said, I do intend to petition to have these omissions corrected.

The point is, I have found that I don't have enough time to do all of the things I need to do each and every week. What is it exactly that I have to do? I have little to no responsibility, nothing that I'm made to do, and do very little in the way of activities. So how is it that I don't have the time to do nothing?

Well, I think the problem is that I didn't know that I didn't have anything not to do. So, I made a list of all of the little jobs that I had to do, and set about getting all of them done today. And you know what? I did it, and it felt like a huge weight was lifted.

I guess like seems so much easier when its set out infront of you in a series of bullets. When you can see what you have to do and what you've already done, there is a sense of purpose, a goal that you can really focus on and work towards. Now I just feel like I'm up to speed on all of my tasks, and that I can finally chill out for a little while.

It's now 11:30pm, and I'm starting to lose the plot. I'm not really following what I'm writing right now, and I get the distinct feeling that I'm rambling.

What was my point?

Pete

Choices, Choices

2004-06-22T18:44:00.000-04:00

"I shall call them my shoes, and they shall be mine and they shall be my shoes...
These are the three pairs of shoes. Feel free to post a comment as to which ones I should keep. I say the ones far right

A good start...

2004-06-22T18:09:00.000-04:00

This week has gotten itself off to a really good start, so hopefully it'll come to a really good conclusion. I'm busy as anything, but it's a good kind of busy. I got to go out and see the guys last night, which was nice, even though I was only there in body. I was tired and I think that all of the talking and tv and music and foos at the same time caused a sensory overload. I was trying really hard to pay attention to everything, but my poor brain was straining to follow the "intricate" plot lines of Sex and The City, so I was somewhat detatched from the conversation. Still, its always nice to be in the company of freinds.

I had the opportunity to talk to some people about some things that I needed to get off of my chest this past weekend, and it was a pleasant reminder that I do have some real freinds, freinds who are always willing to listen and help you out, and that don't have to feign interest, because they genuinley are interested. It lead me to say "thank you" and mean it for the first time in a while.

I also bought some shoes. I'm not sure how girls derive so much pleasure from shoe shopping. I found it to be quite a chore. Firstly, there are very few decent shoe shops, and even fewer that sell guys shoes. Though, alas, the "Mason Bus Theory" held up once again. When I finally found a decent shoe shop, I found not one but two pairs of shoes that I liked. What ever was I to do?? Well, I got both, because it seemed like the only sensible option. Then I found another pair, and bought those too. Then, on my way out, I found yet another pair. I didn't buy these. I was tired.

So, I now have 3 pairs of very similar shoes. I should probably decide which to keep, and which to take back. This isn't fun at all, it's difficult, and expensive. Girls are crazy.

There's much more to say, but I have little time and even less memory of what they are, so I'll try and post more in the coming days/hours.

Pete

Feeling The Same As I Did Yesterday...

2004-06-18T00:09:00.001-04:00

...Feeling the same as I might do tomorrow...

I heard these lyrics on a song today, at work, and it was like I was the center of a movie for a few minutes, just because it reflected how I felt so well. No, I take it back, it was how I felt. These lyrics were the perfect lyricification of my inner thoughts and feelings.

I seem to have slipped into the cycle of life, with days blending into one another, and nothing memorable happening to differentiate....well, anything anymore. Or maybe my mind has just rotted to the point that nothing can stick anymore, all of the significant memories have no cohesion and simply slide through my thoughts and into the ether, lost for good in the ebbing tide that is my consciousness.

I feel it every morning now. I wake up at around 6:30, half an hour before my alarms even go off, and stare at the clock, knowing that the routine will have to begin soon, to get up, dress, eat, shower, dress for work, go to work, pretend to work until I feel like working, come home for lunch, go back to work, try and make myself work, but ultimately get distracted and give up, come home, waste away my time, then sleep. Sure there's more to it than that, but not much. And now, with so much work at the weekends, I can't even pray for the sweet release of rest 2 days per week.

I think that's the biggest problem. With a Monday to Friday job, you have hope that the weekend will bring change, rest, partying, whatever it is you don't get in the week. But with little to look forward to, the weeks seem like a null space, nothing at either end.

It wouldn't help that I'm seeing less of my friends all the time. With spending my time on a few different people, I'm letting go of some of the others. Maybe its just a new feeling, of being a socialite, but the connections seem to be wearing thinner and thinner all the time.

Or maybe I'm just being overly dramatic.

I ♥ Blogging...

2004-06-16T16:56:00.000-04:00

A casual pastime turns into a mild-obsession...

For those of you out there who either just read blogs of have only recently begun to write, you may not realise the true extent of blogging. It isn't just a sounding board, a journal, or a communication tool. The world of blogging is a huge community of people, some like you, some totally different, all writing and reading and linking.

And now I've fallen in love with it.

There is another blog that I check regularly, TJ's Place. It's written by the manager of a strip club (and avid writer) in the US somewhere, and it makes for a very interesting and entertaining read. However, he has a whole list of links, one of which is to Clublife. I randomly decided to check this one out, and found it really interesting. The author is a bouncer at a few clubs in NY, and it's a really fun read. So, since the blog is new and only had a few comments, I posted, saying that I had enjoyed it, and that he should keep writing. I, of course, included a link to my own blog. Within a few hours 2 different people had posted comments on my blog saying that they had read my comments, checked out my blog, and enjoyed it. One of them even said he would link to my site. I GOT A LINK!! Do you realise how excited this made me? I sat at work (productively not working, of course) and grinned from ear to ear, almost laughing with joy. And then I knew. Not only was I a huge nerd, but I was in love with blogging. The community that surrounds this strange pastime is so enthralling that I've been sucked in. And you know what? I have no complaints at all.

So for those of you who are still on the fringe of this sub-culture, come on in, get your feet wet, and poke around a few people's blogs. You won't have to look very far to find something that you really like.

Keep on blogging,

Pete

ps Thanks to all (people that I know and people that I don't) for all the kind words.

The Mason Paradox...

2004-06-15T20:24:00.000-04:00

Try and make sense of it...I dare you, just try...

So I get to work on Monday and the 7 people (myself included) who comprise the two cubes in which my "team" works have all moved desks. It appears that I forgot that the floor plan was moving to make everyone's life easier. However, as a result of this, I have now moved to the other cube...and am sat all on my own, with no one behind my, in a corner, with all of my "team-mates" in the adjacent cube, over a small partition.

This means that, at no time, can anyone see my computer screen without me knowing about it. It turn, this means that I can slack off at any time. For the last two days, I haven't started actually doing work until at least 10:00. That's a solid 90 minutes of not working. With no one to check up on me, I have little to incentive to complete my mind numbingly easy, yet quite time consuming tasks.

The paradox, however, is thus: My productivity has increased significantly. I am completing more of my work in less time, despite spending noticeably more time not working. How does this make any sense???

The way I see it, I no longer live in the fear of being caught slacking off. Before, I would get very little safe slacking off time, so whenever my supervisor left the room, I would take the opportunity to safely slack off and browse the web. However, this would often come at times when I was in the flow of working, or being quite productive. Therefore, I would be productively working on slacking off, then working slowly when I eventually got back to work, or be forced to try and work when I couldn't concentrate.

Now, however, whenever I get bored or tired or just don't want to work (when I'm being unproductive) I just start slacking off. Not only does this mean that I work when I'm at my most productive, but it means that I'm happier and more relaxed, because I'm not working when I don't want to be.

Based on this finding, I'm going to petition to my boss to get my own office. With that, there's no limit top how fast I could sort through documents or correct formatting errors in documents.

If you're reading this, there's a good chance you're putting off doing something way more important...keep up the good work.

Pete

A little bit of this...

2004-06-15T20:02:00.000-04:00

...a little bit of that...

OK, this is just a general update post, nothing too interesting going on here.

First off, the answer to my question a few posts ago. Alas, (YAY!!) no one managed, or even tried to guess, so I'm buying myself a six pack. Now, the answer is a little cheap, I'll admit that, but I couldn't give too much of a clue as to what the running theme was, since I really didn't want to buy anyone the prize. So, that link through out the post was:

All of the words in italics are song titles. I went through my collection semi-randomly selecting tracks, and tried to find ways of integrating them into my little journey. This is most noticeable towards the end, in the sentence "And it flew from it's perch, over our heads and back to where I had started my journeys". The observant reader would have spotted the continuity error in switching form talking about "me" to "us" with "over our heads". Yeah, yeah, I know, it was really subtle, but that's what the connection was.

Next up, as any observant MSN user will have noticed, I've been drafted into a 60+ hour work week. So, on top of my weekday 40 hours, I'm clocking 20 or so hours at the weekend working with the climbing walls. It works out to be 12 hours on Saturday (11-11) and 9 on Sunday (11-8). And to make matters worse, it's in Guelph.......GUELPH!!!!

This basically means that I don't get a Saturday night, since it'll be a solid hours drive to get home from Guelph (where is Guelph anyways??) so we're gonna have to make up for it on Friday if at all possible.

Finally, I got brutally, brutally sunburnt over the weekend. My face was viley red. For reference, do not point this out. I know already. I know that I've caught the sun, so please don't tell me. Everyone at work has already done it, and I came within an inch of going ape shit on their asses. So don't. Just don't. I know I'm asking for it by writing this, but I'm just gonna risk it so you all know.

That is all,

Pete

All good things must come to an end...

2004-06-12T15:32:00.000-04:00

...and it's always too soon

We all know it happens. It's happened to most of us at some time or another, when something really good has been going on and then it just ends, way before you would have liked it to. It could have been that first speeding ticket that ruined your reckless driving bliss, it could have been that special someone deciding that things couldn't work, or it could be the end of the long summer, meaning back to the grind of school and snow.

Whatever it is that's ending, you wish that it could last even a few more moments, impractical, pointless or frivolous as it may realistically be. But, of course, you defy logic and reason and hope that this time will stretch just a little further.

Oh well, I guess there's really nothing we can do. These times are ending because we can't control them, and soon enough we come to our senses and realise that the best course of action is the one that is already happening. Maybe this is because we stop doing what we feel and start doing what is best, or maybe we just give in to the hopeless truth that fate is no longer within our control. Either way, we justify to ourselves that "I'm doing the right thing" and that "this is what I want to and should be doing". Whatever lets us fall asleep at night.

And soon, we no longer fret about this ending, and archive the memories into our pasts, never again to think about the torment that we were caused, remembering only the good times the preceded it.

One day, someone will invent a way to store these feelings and memories so that they will never have to end. Until then, we're stuck with the past.

Don't ever let anything good go that you don't have to.

Pete

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Merge...

2004-06-09T23:15:00.000-04:00

...and return to the highway at full speed...

A silent return to normalcy with nothing owed to the days gone by. Some times you just have to get a move on and pick up where you left off. It's a long road ahead, but we all have to travel it. Sometimes this just means you have to pull over and take a break, as long as you do it before you spiral out of control, or get into a fender bender.

While waiting for a kind stranger to let me back in, I stared at the light pattern on my floor, spread by the blinds, and I began to wonder what it was that was missing. Was there something that needed to change, or was it all going to fix itself in time. The morning song that swept through the open window, inspired me to believe that it could not be this world that was at fault. Therefore, it must be I that has to fix it, as it will be no ones fault but my own when it falls down around me. I therefore must not succumb to these distractions that tempt me, but rather focus once again on the simple things.

To this effect, I needed to get out of town. I needed to go somewhere, to see something, find something beautiful, crazy though it may seem. After much passive traveling throughout the countryside of malcontent, I happened upon a little bird. I have seen many of its kind in my time, but none so honest and true. And it flew from it's perch, over our heads and back to where I had started my journeys. And so it lead me here, full circle, 360, right back to the beginning of the entire affair. And as I approached speed, I rejoined the highway, moving at pace, feeling just as rested as before I had stopped.

Pete

(Does anyone actually know what this post is about? If you can tell me what's going on here, I'll....buy you a six pack or something)

Just my luck...

2004-06-08T14:32:00.000-04:00

It's the hottest day of the year so far.....and I have a cold.

Bastards.

Why people hate the RIAA...

2004-06-07T17:50:00.000-04:00

...and so download music?

Why? Because you can walk into HMV, spend almost $60 and walk out with 2 CD's and a dent in your pride as big as the one in your wallet.

Bastards.

Still Here...

2004-06-07T09:22:00.000-04:00

Still here, taking a break from the world.

Be back later in the week.

Pete

How you remind me...

2004-06-02T12:30:00.000-04:00

Memories of res come flooding back...

I miss res. Most all of us who were there do. We miss the people, the lifestyle, almost everything. There were good times, there were not so good times, and there were downright amazing times. But we're past that, and have all moved on into our respective summers. However, the memories came flooding back to me today and I missed it all over again. And it all came through a song. I was listening to my music at work, and a few songs just invoked the strongest memories of life in res. I sat in my chair, trying to read documents, with the biggest grin on my face I've had in years.

Fastball - Over my Head, Leroy - Good Time, and Colin Hay - Overkill

This was one of the best memories I could have had. A Sunday morning some time in the second half of the year. Laying in bed, a little before noon, Sean throws on a few songs that had been getting a lot of play time in our room of late. These three must have looped for over an hour while we both tried to get out of bed but couldn't. The sun was shining, it was a Sunday, and we had nothing that needed to be done. It was bliss.

Yellowcard - View from Heaven (and others)

A weird memory, but this one just brought back such strong memories of standing in the middle of my room on a beautiful sunny day, curtains drawn, playing video games, probably on a Friday when Sean was still in class. Not that this was that unusual, but this song was linked so strongly. Now, every Yellowcard song I hear just brings back memories of res, since the California quartet received so much play time.

Ben Harper - Walk Away

Another excellent memory, but this time spread over a few key moments. As soon as I heard the first few notes of this one today, that grin just spread all over my face. Just remembering learning to play this song and practicing it whenever Sean's acoustic was sat around, then teaching myself a little bit more, then showing off to people whenever it happened to play while we had guests. Not that it was a difficult song to play, but I was proud that I'd managed to even learn that much, even if I did recieve a little help. This song had a long history with me before, but it's been totally superseded by then new ones. Probably one of my fondest musical-links to res.

Reel Big Fish & The Forces of Evil

So many times did we put some of this stuff on and just start skanking around the room. It's these silly little things that really stick with you. Two, three, sometimes four guys skanking around in a tight circle. Greatness.

Billy Talent - This is How it Goes, Hoobastank - Out of Control, Sum41 - Over my Head

These were the energy songs. Each one has a crazy amount of energy that always got us pumped up to go out somewhere, even if it was just to class. Jumping as the killer riffs came in or screaming the lyrics to the chorus, these ones never failed to get us going.

Flogging Molly - Salty Dog, Dropkick Murphy's - Irish Drinking Song

So much jigging. One of the last night's that we all went out before exams, jigging up on Sean's bed with a whole crowd packed into the stairwell room.

And this doesn't even cover half of the songs. There were so many from Something Corporate that meant so much, a list as long as my arm of Weezer songs that would bring it all back, then Dashboard, John Mayer, Alien Ant Farm, Danko Jones (the "unnoficial" Cadillac accoustic) and so many more.

So next time your going through your music collection, pick out a song that you haven't heard for a while. It may just remind you of memories that you didn't know that you'd lost.

I just hope that next year brings as many great songs,

Pete

Just add water...

2004-05-31T17:01:00.000-04:00

A sure fire recipe for stupidity...

A startling new scientific discovery has today been made by me. In a strange and baffling observation, I have discovered that exposure to rain makes people significantly more stupid. Though this conclusion has only been drawn from results on Canadian highways/motorways, it may have much boader reaching implications.

Now, I know as much as anyone else out there that there exist a lot of crappy, crappy drivers. I experience them much of the time. But on a rainy, windy, crappy-driving-conditions day like today, you would have thought that they would stay in hiding, or at least drive a little more carefully, but apparently not!! In fact, the number of crappy drivers increased by several times (they must be breeding). But given the weather, it went beyond crappy, it became down right dangerous. There were people weaving and cutting up close in front of semi-trucks and not signalling all around. Rarely am I inclined to use my horn, but I actually felt the need to hit it as a driver whipped in front of me and procedded to slam on her brakes (and no, I'm not assuming it was a woman, I checked). This is dangerous, disrepectful and downright stupid in good weather, but with today's conditions, it just becommes ridiculous.

Hopefully, they'll learn to drive before I feel inclined to pull them over, get out of the car and share a peace of my mind.

Learn to drive,

Pete

Random Thought...

2004-05-30T22:38:00.000-04:00

Ok, so I was getting a drink a minute ago and musing about being tired, and a thought occurred to me;

Why do Pimps have canes?

I mean, I know it's a pretty stylin' accessory, and occasionally proves useful for beating hoes (as pimps so often do), but it just doesn't seem to fit. Pimps have plenty of cool trinkets and other such things to complete their outfits (Read: Pimp Hats and Bling), so what benefit does the Pimp cane have. And who was it that first thought "Hey, I'm a pretty Pimp-tastic lookin' Pimp, but a cane would just make me look so much sicker!".

Now, don't get me wrong, I love Pimp canes as much as the next guy, but why do Pimps carry canes? I guess this one'll just be added to my list of stuff I don't understand, along with the mystery of GUMMY and the origin of belly button fluff.

Till then, keep Pimpin'

Pete

(For the record, the word Pimp was used 10 times in this post(Not counting just then), as an adjective, a verb and a noun)

What a weekend...

2004-05-30T18:47:00.000-04:00

"I feel like a chipmunk who just got run over...then had to be at work at 8:30 on a Sunday morning..."

Wow, what a weekend. This is gonna be one uber-post of nothing special, other than my weekend, cause there's been so damn much going on.

So we start with Friday, and the dreaded 12 hour day. In honesty, it wasn't all that bad. I was actually finished any kind of serious work by around 3-4. Now, that doesn't mean that I wasn't kept around doing menial tasks until 7 o'clock, but that's hardly the point. Having said, it still went by pretty fast, after the first 5 hours had passed. But then what does one do when one finishes work at 7 on a Friday night? Why, one waits for ones workmates to be allowed to leave, then one goes to the bar and starts drinking with the aforementioned workmates. And how. I didn't think that drinking with a bunch of oldies would be that much fun, but it was good times. I'll admit, this could have been because I hadn't eaten since lunch and got pretty "fuzzy" pretty fast, but it was a good time anyway. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, alcohol is the social lubricant.

Then there's Saturday. I'm only gonna skim over Saturday, because it was just a lot of frustration and ridiculousness. Suffice it to say, I got very annoyed (Read: Computers are stupid), I have a love-hate relationship with Best Buy (with an emphasis on Best Buy being stupid), and I now have yet another MP3 player, except I returned the old one and this one is exactly the same as the old one (well, the same, minus the chip in the chrome that I created when I dropped it on the kitchen floor....hehehehe, radioshack suckers :P).

Which brings us to today, which was Sunday last I checked, and the quote of the day, at the top. This perfectly epitomises how I feel. Dead. Very much dead. I never want to see 7am on a Sunday ever again, unless I partied so hard the night before, I hadn't slept. Now, that's a crappy start to a day, but the story gets better. We drive into Toronto (in the Finch area, if you care) and set up our rock-climbing wall. So, me and the other guy I'm working with are, well, working for an hour or so (so it's around 10:30-11:00), and we think, "Hey, where did the boss go?". Yeah, that's right, he left, and took his truck with him. Well, no problem, we can handle the situation, right? Why sure. Problem is, my water bottles and sun cream were still in the car. So we're both stuck out there with nothing to drink and no sun cream and no one to cover for us while we go to get a drink until a little past 2. We packed up the wall, got into the truck, and I almost passed out. I'm still out of it now. I actually got tired from standing earlier. Not walking, not climbing stairs, standing. Just plain standing. I need rest. It was a long day

[EDIT: I also got sunburnt...GRRRRRR]

And that's my weekend in most of it's entirety. Another week over my friends, and back to the daily grind on Monday. I get the overwhelming impression that I'm gonna find out why people hate Monday's so much this week.

Pete

Ha!! In your face, I went out last......

2004-05-27T18:30:00.000-04:00

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz......

Well, I did it, I went out last night, reclaiming my youth. Well, not really actually. I was still back home and in bed by 1, which is pretty damn weak, but it's definitely a good start. And was it worth it? Hell YES!!!! But there was one minor, teeny, tiny, little problem.

I came with in a quarter inch of falling asleep, sat upright, at my desk, at work. And this wasn't even first thing in the morning. Oh no, this was at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I was looking at my work, and the eyelids just started dropping, and dropping, and they closed and....BANG!!! Something scared me enough to wake me back up. I have no idea what it was, or even if it was real, but it woke me up a little, which was all I needed. Otherwise, I would have been out for the count. Lucky the boss took a day off.

So will this be a deterrent? Will I return to my life of quiet and well rested solitude through out the week? Not a chance. This is just the beginning. And anyway, I have all of next year's classes to catch up on my sleep. After all, it's only summer once every year.

See you out and about guys!

Pete

ps Cheers Christine, definitely a good night.

I got told...

2004-05-26T18:35:00.000-04:00

My pride is officialy dented...

Wow. Never did I think, at the age of 18, would I be mocked by a bunch of 30+ year old's about how I suck and should go out more. Now, I'll be the first to admit that I don't go out that often, as a group me and my freinds don't that much, especially not in the week. But to be told by people, some of which are twice my age, that I'm letting them down!!! There is definatley a problem here.

So, i can't take this, can I? Can I????? I guess I can't, which means I have to be doing more stuff. So, let's go guys, let's start hanging out more. I know we all have work or school or crap like that, but I don't think it's an excuse. Even if we just chill or watch a movie or crap like that, I don't care, but we gots to be doing something.

So watch out kids, and expect me to be knocking on your doors at some unholy hour to get you to come out some time soon.

Get ready, and get your party boots on,

Pete

Way to not be young anymore...

2004-05-23T15:29:00.000-04:00

"What happened to you China, you used to be cool..."

Boy did we get old fast. According to my best (yet slightly inebriated) calculations, almost everyone left Em's place by 12:30 last night. What the hell happened. We're supposed to all be out partying and drinking till the sun rises. Instead, most of us are trading it for a nice early night. Now don't get me wrong, I like sleep as much as, if not more than, the next guy. BUT COME ON!!!!

And we all know that this isn't a one time thing. Oh no, for some time now, the "stay-out-till-god-only-knows-what-hour" attitude that reigned supreme over last summer's activities has been in steady decline. This is a very stark sign of aging way before our time. Before you know it we'll be trading our beers for warm milk and our shot glasses for reading glasses. Drastic action must be taken people...we have to take back our youth!

If we don't act soon, our party's will begin to look like this.

For now though, I'm just gonna hope this is a short term deal, a "phase" if you will. With any luck, soon enough we'll have grown out of this...or regressed, I'm not sure which. And if not, then god-damn I'm gonna just have to sit around and drink till I'm young again, even if none of you join me.

Till then, stay young,

Pete

ps, there were no photos of last night, becasue there was nothing photo worthy going on...again, I'm dissapointed.

The twighlight hour...

2004-05-22T14:06:00.000-04:00

The scary inner workings of Tom...

Scientist's have recently discovered that Tom gets really funny and messed up when he's tired. Between the hour's of 2 and 3am, some scary changes happen in his head, and all manner of things start spewing out. It's probably safer to not get into details, but let's just say there was a whole lot of talk about the military and the ocean. You rock Tom.

And on to tonight. Another party at chez Bennet. If history is anything to go by, it should be a riot. Check back for pictures tomorrow, if I'm sober enough to use a camera.

Peace,

Pete

Mmmm, wastes of money...

2004-05-21T18:36:00.000-04:00

Thought I'd post a photo of my new toy. The old MP3 player destroyed itself, so I got this bad boy as a replacement. It's a little tricky to use, but damn does it look cool. Real small too, which is always a plus. Does mean I can't say "Is there an mp3 player in my pocket or am I just glad to see you?" anymore. :(

Working, Working...

2004-05-21T14:06:00.000-04:00

Finally, something to do...

So I get back from lunch after a relaxing morning of doing absolutely nothing at all in the office, and guess what...They finally found me something to do. In fact, they found several things for me to do (oh joy!). This further confirms the Mason Bus Theory. It states that "Everything is like buses...a drought will be followed by 3 of the things in question arriving at once". So far it has proven true for a plethora of different situations, confirming for me that it must be true for every case.

Right, now back to work...

Pete

(It's amazing that I still decide to screw around doing nothing even though I have actual work to be doing. Ah well, I blame the system for making me this way. That, and the media...and society...and my DNA.)

Welcome one, welcome all...

2004-05-21T10:00:00.000-04:00

THE VERY FIRST POST ON MY BLOG!!

Hi all. This is the first of my blog entries. Hopefully the first of many, but I'll probably get bored pretty soon. At least it's a quick and easy way to waste time at work, but still make it look like I'm working on "Important Financial Documents" (Insert booming voice as necesary).

This is also gonna be a sounding board for all my rants and raves, so if at any time you get at all scared, just shout "Screamers". The emergency exits are located here, here...............and here.

Also, there should be photos up here eventually, but that may take some time, which I'm running pretty low on. If I get round to it though, it should be pretty cool.

Finally, anyone reading this (and by that, I of course mean EVERYONE) please write comments, if for no other reason than to entertain me while I'm sat at my desk.

Peace Out,

Pete