A little over a week ago I moved from Belleville to Hamilton Ontario. My mom moved from Belleville to Paris France. Well, maybe. She's there for some time, but I'm out for good, excluding some trips to get the rest of my belongings.

This is Vancouver

Hamilton/Hamtown/Steeltown/The Hammer, etc... is kind of a l combination of natural geographic beauty (we...

This blog features Musical Accompaniment so enjoy these while you blubber in Mac's well of emotion. He really likes the idea of you enjoying these tracks while he parades around with prose.

My college assessment rendered me waitlisted from Humber College. A good and bad thing. It gives me an excuse to fuck off and couch-surf across the homes of nearby friends/relatives...

Tomorrow is my big test. My big test to determine I've just got the looks of a shark and not the brain (upon editing I realized I don't know what this was supposed to mean). I'm pumped up, I've been listening to music about school shootings to calm my nerves, feeling fine. My anxiety over the test dwindled over the last few days after my family and friends assured me I would do fine, and I believe I will. I'm fairly certain that not being capable of hardcore algebra will not keep me from college,...

I've been studying math for the last few months in preparation for pre-admission testing at College. Essentially I need to prove I am not completely stupid.

About halfway in to the study material I have hit a wall, an Algebraic wall. Every year past grade 6 (or earlier, whatever) the curriculum would drift into Algebra territory and I got lost. There was a point I remember having a leg up on my classmates in math but that time is long gone. Year after year I'd fail a little harder...

You know I can't quit you, baby.

I'm popping into say happy birthday and explain things, then I will probably continue fucking off into the distant future.

Firstly, my account disappeared or something. This wasn't deliberate, not entirely. My plot was to change my password to something I couldn't reproduce (just a random string copy and pasted) and take a break. Instead, changing my password rendered my account to the same status as a just-registered but not-activated...

I've gotten very worked up over little things lately. I don't actually mean any of my posts on here, I think my posting quality has gone up a bit lately actually, but in the outside world I'm quite grumpy and I've been itching to get into a fistfight with someone. Not someone specific, just 'someone'. I need to get more physical activity. Maybe boxing? Boxing would be pretty intense. I want to be a super hero, kinda. I want to be looked up to regardless of what I do, and I think that's the problem....

I've been itching to make a blog for awhile. Lurching between such exciting subjects like how crummy I feel, or how I don't actually have anything to blog about, I'm settling on having a great day.

Lent started this week, a Catholic holiday/event/thing wherein you give up one thing important or close to you for 40 days. I decided on pot. I haven't gone 40 days without pot since I actually started smoking a year and a half ago. I spent the last 5 days in some kind of bizarre psychological...

So first of all.

I shaved my head on friday night. Not to the skin, clearly, but it was patchy and awful and very, very short nonetheless. I haven't had short hair for years and years. Feels good. Also cold.

As to why I did it...still...

I
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I'm on a very peculiar shift, fixin' printers at the printer fixer place.
I work 8:30AM to 6:30 for 3 days, get a day off, work on friday then 4 hours saturday morning.

Time flies by when you work at a call centre, but whereas last year I spent my time being nervous and itchy about the potential hundreds of calls listening to people whine about their cellphones I would be taking that night, now I get to walk to work with the sunrise,...

First of all, and fuck knows I don't expect anyone to ever actually listen to these, listen to this song. Because it's called Snowman and it's snowing right now, dagnabbit!


So I was Santa.


Let me explain.

My family (that is, my extended family on my mother's side, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandmas, Fishing Boats, etc...)...