I'm going to be internet-less for a while whilst I move.  If one would like to reach me, one could do so by calling 868-6335, or probably dropping by the spill, as I'll be living upstairs.

-neel.

kris aubin = breath of fresh air.

i've been living a strange life of excess recently.  my predisposition is addiction.  this summer has been terrible for such things.  today is the first day in many (possibly 12) that i haven't consumed some form of alcoholic beverage.  luckily, i live a life of zero responsibility these days, but nonetheless it is an alarming trend.  i certainly ( Read more... )

semi-boring country song about young love.

When I met you I was 14,
Saw you thought that it was a dream
But then you came right up to me.
Had it right from go.

Said that you would be my sweetheart
We were lovers right from the start
Said we' never ever be apart
Had it right from go.

We were only wee things.
We had to order extra small rings.
But we had plans ( Read more... )

So I'm reading Chuck Klosterman again.  I identify with everything he writes and like to think that I understand all of his ridiculous pop-culture references.  I wonder if this makes me a better or worse person.  Like, I wonder if catching all of his silly turns of phrases and alterno-rock lyric drops demostrate a higher level of knowledge, or make ( Read more... )

...and then he went from hobo:

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So, I get home tonight to find:

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I was lying on my deck tonight and could actually see stars and constellations.  It was comforting.  My house in Peterborough faces the same direction that my childhood (Carleton Place) house once did.  From my bedroom window in each I can see the big dipper. 

I hate having to do this in Livejournal format, but I don't have access to either of you at the moment, so:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BOTH SHARON CALDWELL AND ARIEL SHARRATT!!

As soon as you are both back in town let me know so you can collect your hugs, high fives, and whatever the heck else you want!

I love you both madly,

Neil.

Saturday will officially be my first day of in 33 days.  That's right, 33 fucking days.  To celebrate I'm going home for the weekend.  I'm burnt the fuck out and need to hang out with my family a little.  Between the class and 2 (now 1, soon zero) jobs I've been running in circles ( Read more... )