One more party. But I think I'm totally going to hit homecoming. Brett and Stephanie are going to be there and say it's gonna be totally off the chain. Hopefully the fucking pigs don't shut it down. They can't stop us any way. This is totally our right to expression. If they don't know how to have a good time, why should we be persecuted for that ( Read more... )

So I'm sitting there in my kitchen reading Michael Levenson's "Cambridge Companion to Modernism," when I hear a noise behind me. I turn around and there is a big black squirrel with one of those big tennis-ball-like nuts in its mouth. He is sitting on the window sill, INSIDE my apartment. I was going to let it stay inside to see what it would do, ( Read more... )

Dang. There are some songs that are so beautiful and good that the most terrible and awful things can some how seem wonderful. I walked past a new roof being laid while listening to the Concretes' song "Song for the Songs," feeling very happy and good, and the smell of bubbling tar, which was very strong, also smelled very happy and good, when ( Read more... )

I can't believe I'm 27 and that phenomenon still applies to me. I can't believe I'm not a millionaire yet. Thanks for nothing.

These sticky summer days make it hard to do anything. Even writing this here LJ has felt like a bother over the last month or so. But, I thought I should stick my nose in just to keep this bad boy running ( Read more... )

Holy Fucking Hell ( Read more... )

A bird shit on me again. Not a word of a fucking lie. I was out playing road hockey by the church, and I left my sweater on a bench near to where we were playing. I subbed out and went to sit down, and there it was. A wet white blotch on my sweater. I looked at it for a minute and then said "fuck." I then picked it up and wiped the shit spot ( Read more... )

Yeeow. Still in Burlington. Although my parents and I sometimes come near to blows, it has been good to be around them a bit more (as long we don't get too close). Also, reading here seems less like work; but on the same hand, less gets done. There are always distractions. When I'm home my parents like to try to eat dinner with me. This generally ( Read more... )

Something has to change around these parts. In the last few weeks I haven't been getting out of bed until in between 11.30 and 1.00. This is partly due to a few too many nights at the pub, and also due to beginning my post-coursework life at my parents house, where the Scream and Fight channels continue their spellbinding programming into the wee ( Read more... )

White Mob and OPP Attack Six Nations people: Emergency Solidarity Needed ( Read more... )