Goodbye City

Off I go this weekend to my aunt and uncle's cottage. Bringing the girlfriend. Should be nice. Yup, last weekend to soak up the freedom. When I get back there will be school, jub hunting, regular stuff...bleh.

I'm trying to think positively about this year but it's damn hard. I love my schedule and my subjects, it's an awesome feeling to think that it's my last year of high school (although, yeah, scary too) but...

But I know it'll turn out crap. Mhm. Cause' that how stuff works. I don't mean that in an overly depressing way. Hmmmmmm...how do I say this right? I'm sure I'll be regular happy me, but there's always depressing shit. Make any sense whatsoever?

Basically at the beginning of the year it's always easy to say "Oh, this year won't be bad. I'll just enjoy my classes and I'll get to hang out with friends" and then by the time Christmas has come you're banging your head on the desk and crying silently.

Summer is much of the same. You always plan to do "meaningful stuff" during the summer and "hang out lots with friends".  And that always turns out to be a letdown.

I do think I had a more meaningful summer than usual. I re-thought things in my life and decided on things I wanted to do differently.

And so I'm joining the circus.

No, that's just the thought that came through my head a second ago. It wasn't even a funny thought, but I typed it out anyways.

And so anyways, circle of life continues right? School's stressful and summer's a bit of a waste of time.

Ah, bring on the stress.

G'night y'all!

Who the hell is Heath Ledger?

Uh...I mean...Oh my god isn't it so sad what happened to Heath Ledger?

Ok, so I CAN PROBABLY (woops, left caps lock on. I'm not gonna go back and change it though. Yeah, can you go back and edit what you say in real life? Nope. Nah baby, this blog moves freely) stop there. You know what direction I'm headed in with that rant. I could go on a bit further about how everyone needs to shut up about the Dark Knight...blah blah blah...yes the Joker was great...hahaha those 2 lines are even funnier when YOU repeat them...let's all just assume we have the same opinion about the movie, much like how we could all agree Green Day was pretty good up until American Idiot...blah blah blah...

What was that? That was sort of a rant about Heath Ledger/the Dark Knight turned into total garbage rambling. Why was it turned into garbage rambling? Because although I formed that opinion all by myself, I'm sure there's thousands of other douchebags writing the same argument on their unoriginal blog.

You just can't be original with a blog. Infact, me writing about a lack of originality in blogs...not that original.

There's two types of blogs. There's the "this is what I did today and this is what's going on in my life" blog and there's the "rant..blah blah blah" blog. Sure, you can have subcategories like "humour", "lists", "movie critiques" and "porn" but they all basically fit under those two categories. Porn is a bit of both actually.

My blog is quite obviously the second type. Just saying. We're all on the same page about what's going on here. Unoriginal bitterness.

I think it would be pretty cool to be famous (even just slightly) and write a blog. If you're famous you'll get total strangers reading your blog. Right now I've probably just got my girlfriend and possibly Nathan reading. No offense guys.

It's 1:10. I have to wake up in a few hours.

SEE? THAT DOESN'T EVEN FEEL ORIGINAL!

Those are my thoughts. Absolutely mine and absolutely true, and yet, again, some other dude, probably in a Scandinavian country, just posted the same basic idea 30 seconds ago. I'll bet you any money that happened.

It's occurring to me now that the time difference probably means I'm wrong. Well, we didn't shake on that bet so I can take it back. Fine though, some guy in Boston probably posted the same thing to his blog.

Now here's where it gets interesting (not really).  The first type of blog, the "this is what I did today and this is what's going on in my life" blog is somewhat original. They're writing about what's actually going on. But then, their blogs are so damn boring that who cares really?

Then again, they could write about problems with friends, family, pets, landlords. But everyone has those problems. So it's not all that original. But it is too. Deep, eh?

And watch, I'll give it a try:

So today I woke up and went to the ol' school to help out with the grade 9 registration. I learned something.

75% of those grade 9's are annoying shits. They're loud, obnoxious, stupid, fake, etc. etc. etc.

And wow, see? That's not original either. I hate when people jump on the "stupid niners" bandwagon and yet I just did it.

There's really no escaping it folks. All the best ideas have been taken.

Now walk away from your computer and let it hit you. I made my point in the second paragraph and then I just droned on.

What a terrible entry.

G'night y'all!

You! I'm calling you out. You! FUCK YOU!

Are you the obnoxious guy who always sits near me wherever I go?

Fuck you.

You're everywhere. You're all up in my grill. You think you're funny and you're not. When you sit behind me you kick my chair. When you sit in front of me (like you did tonight) you lean too far forward so I have to strain to see you know, just the freakin' batter, catcher and umpire. No matter where you are you're loud. I don't like you and I want your nipples twisted right the fuck off to the point where you're still crying a week later. Leave me alone pretty please.

Oh, right...I was going to NOT write a rant for a little while so I didn't sound too bitter. I guess I'm a bit bitter. But hey, at least the Jays won (big) for me.

My Grandma is awesome. You know what she did? She gave me 10 bucks tonight. 10 bucks. That was sweet. I'm going to put that towards a new guitar. Thanks Grandma.

See, I'm not so bitter. Well, maybe I am. Tonight at the game I got pretty frustrated with the world. The inning is over and the PA guy makes one of those "It's time for..." announcements. This one is for some gas company's t-shirts and so we're all supposed to look like fish fighting for food and make lots of noise to get one of these sacred t-shirts. And a good 50-60% of the crowd does so. And here's what I see, I see "OVER HERE! PASS ME A T-SHIRT! I WANNA BE A WALKING BILLBOARD!".

Good thing or bad thing that I think that way? Hmmmmmmmm. I think good overall but too bad for me. Anyone wanna trade thinkers?

I'm having a thought. If I was rich I'd totally kill raffles. I'd buy enough tickets to give me great odds at winning but make sure I didn't spend more than the prize was worth. That's good stuff. It wouldn't always work, but that's alright cause I'm rich. And it should work most of the time. And in that case I either get cool stuff that I want or I sell the prize and get richer.

I've got a bunch of plans that I think would be pretty ill to carry out. They're all guaranteed money-making schemes. My problem is that they all require me to be rich already.

I'd hire a full time lawyer too and his job would be to fight false-advertising lawsuits for me. Basically I'd set myself up to be the victim of false advertising and then, make money. Of course, I need the money for the lawyer first.

Sigh.

This is lacking direction again. It seemed like I had direction at first but no, I lost it.

G'night yall.

Indeed, I completely forgot what I was going to say

Yeah, I had an idea and everything for this little blog entry before actually sitting down to write it but... Oh fuck. I put a comma after the first word of the blog title, entry title and entry itself. What a terrible pattern. Kill me. Oh well. As a wise man said to me today, "why do we fall down?".

Mhm. A blog. It's almost like conforming cause everyone has a blog except, it's so personal. Does that make sense outside of my head? Either way, I generally don't like talking about myself so a blog seems contradictory to me. That's what 3:30 a.m. does. It's definitely like a slight buzz. Just barely soberness. Things seem like good ideas and then the next day you're like "fuck, I wasted a lot of time doing nothing all night". But then again, sleeping is a whole lot of nothing when you think about it.

Perhaps I'll teach myself a lesson. I'll make an early morning commitment to doing an entry at least once a week. That'll be every Thursday. Yeah give it a few weeks and I'll stop taking on projects in the middle of the night. Kinda like a rehab patient who doesn't make big decisions for a year. Or, of course, I could come to enjoy this. Hmmmmmmm...a rehab patient becoming addicted to making big decisions sounds dangerous. Dangerously great. A reality TV show I might watch.

Dude, did the Jays win? *Checks the score* Uh...stupid question? 5-1 Yankees. Fuck you. You better play better tomorrow night Jays. Cause I'm gonna come and spend a somewhat hard-earned 10 bucks on nosebleed tickets and you better put out like it's our honeymoon.

I definitely need to work on something for my next entry. Direction. This entry has zero direction.

Anyone notice how many trees have fallen around the city this summer with all the storms? Crazy stuff.

You know what totally ruins grass? Ants. Design flaw Mr. God. Design flaw.

And with that, I recognize that it truly is time for me to shut up, sleep and wake up sometime early afternoon. Yeah, next time I'll make sure to have a direction. I'll hold off on the rants for a little while. Maybe a couple entries before a full-on rant? 2 or 3 maybe? Wouldn't want to sound bitter...

G'night Y'all!