Fuck! I have to go and listen to a three hour lecture on Shakespeare in another half an hour. I know that it will be enlightening and what-not and I may even end up enjoying it, but there is just something that doesn't excite me about the thought of listening to three hours of Shakespeare. I know I'm not alone ( Read more... )

Classes are now getting into full swing - I can tell because I've already begun to neglect my work. Not my work I guess, I am usually really good with staying on top of that, but falling behind in studying my Russian. I let it get rusty over summer and now I have to catch back up but studying is so goddam boring. These past few weeks I've been sort ( Read more... )

Oh I miss my Boog! I am sitting in a basement in my Mom's house and I don't want to be here. Too bad you aren't around Keith! I'm tired of Cobourg again. I hate when people get married or engaged and then you have to go and reluctantly celebrate their love. Uhhhhhh..... I would rather privately celebrate my own love, or sometimes publicly when the ( Read more... )

So I am back in Rottawa after four days in the 'bourg. I am exhausted. I feel like I haven't slept in days. Well, I slept but very little. It is good to be back with the Boog and the babes. Sometimes I don't know why I go back. For the first fifteen minutes I'm there I feel like I'm home and am filled with a deep nostalgia for my hometown. Every ( Read more... )

So I've decided to trade in the luxurious and lucrative game of painting houses. I know that some of you out there will be saying right now: "But Ryan, you loved it oh so much!" Which of course is true. I just feel that I can accomplish a lot more sitting around the apartment in my underwear covered in calamine lotion. For starters I came across ( Read more... )

One more day, one more fuckin' day! I've got one last day of mind numbing work to do. My boss and his girlfriend on the other hand have about a week or so. Let this be a lesson to all of you: Don't ever date your boss, you don't ever get the preferential treatment you think you should, instead it becomes impossible to call in a sick day or fuck off ( Read more... )

Sometimes I let ideas gestate in my brain until I feel like their ready to burst forth, but then I realize that they're never half as incredible on paper as they are in my brain. Or even articulate. Maybe that's okay. Who really wants to write like a Victorian anyways? Or even read one ( Read more... )

God damn she's one hell of a humid night. I've been reading some online blog stuff about politics and there are sometimes I honestly just don't give a shit. I understand that politics are oh so important and that perhaps I ought to be involved and some sort of an active participant, but then what do I do? I have to enter the process of picking ( Read more... )

Today I am tired and my glands feel all swollen. Although this sounds symptomatic of mono, I can assure you that it's not. My exhaustion is caused by work. I'm trying to get as much done as possible before the summer ends so that I can be done maybe a day or two in advance. That would be wonderful. I don't think it's going to happen though no ( Read more... )

Fuck the Shelter Valley Folk Fest! Doesn't it seem a bit weird to anybody else that Cobourg finally got it's own folk fest nearly 30 or 40 years since folk stopped being a popular form of music? I'm developing a theory, owing largely in part to the immortal arsehole Robertson Davies. In an interview with the CBC he talked about how there was one ( Read more... )