Three things.
1. Librairies are wicked cool.
2. Aine may have been right that i shouldn't be in school.
3. I might take up snowboarding.
I reckon it'd be 430 for the pass, about 400 for board boots bindings. And then i've got a hobby. And this is a hobby i'd like.
Music is going real swell. No wonder it's my favorite thing.
I got the second book in "The Dark Tower" series, 'The Drawing of the Three'. And i'm loving it. I think this year, if i could just read, play music, snowboard, and work at some place to earn my keep, then i'd be pretty fucking happy.
I think that things that dont matter should be easy, and unfortionately, right now school doesn't matter much to me, and it's not easy. I think things that dont matter shouldn't be a cause for worry and agrivation.
I've heard that things like that build character though, so here's hoping. Calvin's dad wouldn't steer me so wrong.
My landlord came downstairs today to give us chinese food that he hadn't finished. Holy crap that was sweet. There was like 5 of those little metal dishes full of random chinese foodery. He's brought us leftover pizza and such too. It's a great setup. About a week ago, i asked him if he could turn up the heat downstairs cause jess was feeling a little under the weather. I came down later that night and saw that he'd put 3 neo-citron packs on the doorknob. He's a fucking sweetheart.
After talking to dan mcrae the other day, i was inspired to go hiking. So today, seeing as how the digital camera was found, i decided to go for a little tour up the side of the hill i live on. Got some neat pictures, listened to weezer. It was a great great way to spend an hour and change.
Yesterday, i went to a little show, 6 bands. I listened to the first 2 bands, and was more then a little disapointed. Walked up to residence, went to a little 80s party, drank a beer. Hung out with friends for a bit. Watched Fear and Loathing for the first time (gasp). Long long overdue. Fine fine movie. I did not return to the punk show.
Today, i'm not doing anything of flavour. I told dave that i was going on a pub crawl, but i decided that i couldn't really afford it, and that i was content to not go anywhere. I also found out that the pub crawl wasn't tonight. So that works too.
Now i'm just in res, hanging out while a pair of girls try on clothes and get ready to go out. I'll probably hang out here for a few hours, then bus home, play guitar, work on an essay. Then go to bed. Saturday night never saw such excitement.
If i could afford cheese, i'd probably have a cheese sandwich. I really love cheese.
There's this club that i went to last night, and they have this awesome thing that they do. It's a 20 for 20. Basically, you pay twenty dollars to enter the bar, and they give you a card. This card entitles you to 20 drinks. This counts for regular high balls. If you get a double, then they mark off two of your drinks.
That is an exceptional deal, especially because you can use your available drinks for different things. For example: last night before leaving i used my last four marks to order some fries. Diggin' it.
Something that isn't quite so cool: Last night, i left the bar, trying to find my friend's place so i could sleep on their couch. I had a large amount of difficulty finding their place, and i ended up sleeping in a small display model shed outside of a rona depot. What a silly place to sleep.
diggin' it. Later yo.
Now i'm drinking some jack on the rocks, and i'm thinking that things are pretty good. I bought a wine kit today, and i'm going to get started on a batch of chardonnay tomorrow. I'm pretty happy to be doing that.
I was waiting for the bus with my bottle of drink, and i was thinking that i'm probably going to give up drinking for a bit. Not really quit cold turkey or anything, i'm just not really into the bar scene in kelowna. Maybe i should specify, i'm not into the club scene in kelowna. It's poor music, and it's the same thing every night. I'll probably have a drink or two at a bar that plays live music instead of having 8 or 9 and going to a club. I see nothing but good things coming of the change.
That said, i'll be welcoming my thirty bottles of wine with open arms and open lips.
I'm spending a bundle on music lessons. $910 for the semester, to be exact. For the money i'm getting vocal training, piano lessons, and guitar lessons. One half hour lesson of each instrument each week. It's steep, but it's a large chunk of why i moved here. I want to mature as a musician.
I don't think that anything negative can come of pursuing your dreams. That's my hope, anyway.
One of my three courses is going to make my school year. My teacher's name is Travis, and he's a good good guy. Philosophy might take a real hold of me through this course. I might see myself in four years with a degree in philosophy and a minor in math.
The sun will rise a day when we're already dead. Let's hope we're in a better place. It's up to us, of course.
I find it really hard to allow myself to write a bad song, but i suppose it does make sense that writing any song at all would be worthwhile practice.
I was thinking a little about girls and love and such, and thinking maybe it would make sense to date a few bad girls before i find the right one. When i look at chicks, i seem to be first to recognise that they're not perfect for me, then i go on to see things that might be cute about them. I'd far rather the opposite.
Life is good in bc. Later.
In summation, I think Dave's new design for my blog is pretty rad. Too bad he doesn't swing that way or I'd be smoking some pole ASAP.
I dont have alot of trouble communicating something factual that i want to say. I can often manage to get enough of myself into my writing to be entertained by it.
But when there are no facts to base my words upon, it's just so frigging hard to get something good on paper. I speak of poetry.
I find it comparitively easy to write music. Music is not a clean slate. With a fretted instrument, there's certain combinations of notes you can try, and some just sound better then others. It's not entirely a matter of trial and error, but the possibility for such a process exists.
I think art is kind of like music, because (from what i think i know) an artist is trying to recreate an image which is in their mind. Many times, this image is something that exists in real life, like an apple, or a mountain, or a tiger. A musician, on the other hand, may not have a concrete example of what they're trying to recreate, but it is still solid in their mind. There are sounds in my head, and i take hold of my guitar and try to make them exist.
There were some statements in the last paragraph that weren't entirely on topic. I think the main point i was trying to get across is that art and music are both very natural. They're both very earthy, real things that appeal to two senses, your eyes and ears respectively. Colors and sounds existed long before we learned to create art with them, so in that sense, i dont feel like it's that difficult of a leaf to rake.
Language is a completely different fish to fry though. We invented language, so in my eyes, it lacks the natural inherent beauty of colors and sounds.
I know that artistry can exist through poetry. I just need to learn how to harness it. I feel like i worry too much about making sure i say something for my words to be purely poetic. Writing is going to be one of the last things i learn to let go of, and i'm going to be very happy to do so.
I made up a joke when i got on the airplane in toronto. It's not easy to make up a joke, and this one is a real jem. Feel free to tell your friends.
What do you call a pony with a sore throat?
A little hoarse.
G'night everyone.
1. Librairies are wicked cool.
2. Aine may have been right that i shouldn't be in school.
3. I might take up snowboarding.
I reckon it'd be 430 for the pass, about 400 for board boots bindings. And then i've got a hobby. And this is a hobby i'd like.
Music is going real swell. No wonder it's my favorite thing.
I got the second book in "The Dark Tower" series, 'The Drawing of the Three'. And i'm loving it. I think this year, if i could just read, play music, snowboard, and work at some place to earn my keep, then i'd be pretty fucking happy.
I think that things that dont matter should be easy, and unfortionately, right now school doesn't matter much to me, and it's not easy. I think things that dont matter shouldn't be a cause for worry and agrivation.
I've heard that things like that build character though, so here's hoping. Calvin's dad wouldn't steer me so wrong.
"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair." - Kahlil Gibran
Things have been pretty chill out in bc. I was worried i'd lost my digital camera recently. These worries disapeared when i found it.
My landlord came downstairs today to give us chinese food that he hadn't finished. Holy crap that was sweet. There was like 5 of those little metal dishes full of random chinese foodery. He's brought us leftover pizza and such too. It's a great setup. About a week ago, i asked him if he could turn up the heat downstairs cause jess was feeling a little under the weather. I came down later that night and saw that he'd put 3 neo-citron packs on the doorknob. He's a fucking sweetheart.
After talking to dan mcrae the other day, i was inspired to go hiking. So today, seeing as how the digital camera was found, i decided to go for a little tour up the side of the hill i live on. Got some neat pictures, listened to weezer. It was a great great way to spend an hour and change.
Yesterday, i went to a little show, 6 bands. I listened to the first 2 bands, and was more then a little disapointed. Walked up to residence, went to a little 80s party, drank a beer. Hung out with friends for a bit. Watched Fear and Loathing for the first time (gasp). Long long overdue. Fine fine movie. I did not return to the punk show.
Today, i'm not doing anything of flavour. I told dave that i was going on a pub crawl, but i decided that i couldn't really afford it, and that i was content to not go anywhere. I also found out that the pub crawl wasn't tonight. So that works too.
Now i'm just in res, hanging out while a pair of girls try on clothes and get ready to go out. I'll probably hang out here for a few hours, then bus home, play guitar, work on an essay. Then go to bed. Saturday night never saw such excitement.
If i could afford cheese, i'd probably have a cheese sandwich. I really love cheese.
Remember that thing i said about not drinking for a little while? Well, it's 9:35 right now, and i'm still a lot on the drunk side.
There's this club that i went to last night, and they have this awesome thing that they do. It's a 20 for 20. Basically, you pay twenty dollars to enter the bar, and they give you a card. This card entitles you to 20 drinks. This counts for regular high balls. If you get a double, then they mark off two of your drinks.
That is an exceptional deal, especially because you can use your available drinks for different things. For example: last night before leaving i used my last four marks to order some fries. Diggin' it.
Something that isn't quite so cool: Last night, i left the bar, trying to find my friend's place so i could sleep on their couch. I had a large amount of difficulty finding their place, and i ended up sleeping in a small display model shed outside of a rona depot. What a silly place to sleep.
diggin' it. Later yo.
Yesterday, I was cooking some two dollar chicken in a pan of oil and beer, and i was thinking that things are pretty good.
Now i'm drinking some jack on the rocks, and i'm thinking that things are pretty good. I bought a wine kit today, and i'm going to get started on a batch of chardonnay tomorrow. I'm pretty happy to be doing that.
I was waiting for the bus with my bottle of drink, and i was thinking that i'm probably going to give up drinking for a bit. Not really quit cold turkey or anything, i'm just not really into the bar scene in kelowna. Maybe i should specify, i'm not into the club scene in kelowna. It's poor music, and it's the same thing every night. I'll probably have a drink or two at a bar that plays live music instead of having 8 or 9 and going to a club. I see nothing but good things coming of the change.
That said, i'll be welcoming my thirty bottles of wine with open arms and open lips.
I'm spending a bundle on music lessons. $910 for the semester, to be exact. For the money i'm getting vocal training, piano lessons, and guitar lessons. One half hour lesson of each instrument each week. It's steep, but it's a large chunk of why i moved here. I want to mature as a musician.
I don't think that anything negative can come of pursuing your dreams. That's my hope, anyway.
One of my three courses is going to make my school year. My teacher's name is Travis, and he's a good good guy. Philosophy might take a real hold of me through this course. I might see myself in four years with a degree in philosophy and a minor in math.
The sun will rise a day when we're already dead. Let's hope we're in a better place. It's up to us, of course.
In my first english class, my prof was saying that you need to write alot of bad things before you can write good things. In terms of essays and creative writing etc.
I find it really hard to allow myself to write a bad song, but i suppose it does make sense that writing any song at all would be worthwhile practice.
I was thinking a little about girls and love and such, and thinking maybe it would make sense to date a few bad girls before i find the right one. When i look at chicks, i seem to be first to recognise that they're not perfect for me, then i go on to see things that might be cute about them. I'd far rather the opposite.
Life is good in bc. Later.
My name is Simon. I enjoy long walks on the beach and huffing gas behind Petro Canada. Turn ons include cable television and tile flooring. Turn offs include personal hygiene and the number 8.
In summation, I think Dave's new design for my blog is pretty rad. Too bad he doesn't swing that way or I'd be smoking some pole ASAP.
Words are a tough egg to crack.
I dont have alot of trouble communicating something factual that i want to say. I can often manage to get enough of myself into my writing to be entertained by it.
But when there are no facts to base my words upon, it's just so frigging hard to get something good on paper. I speak of poetry.
I find it comparitively easy to write music. Music is not a clean slate. With a fretted instrument, there's certain combinations of notes you can try, and some just sound better then others. It's not entirely a matter of trial and error, but the possibility for such a process exists.
I think art is kind of like music, because (from what i think i know) an artist is trying to recreate an image which is in their mind. Many times, this image is something that exists in real life, like an apple, or a mountain, or a tiger. A musician, on the other hand, may not have a concrete example of what they're trying to recreate, but it is still solid in their mind. There are sounds in my head, and i take hold of my guitar and try to make them exist.
There were some statements in the last paragraph that weren't entirely on topic. I think the main point i was trying to get across is that art and music are both very natural. They're both very earthy, real things that appeal to two senses, your eyes and ears respectively. Colors and sounds existed long before we learned to create art with them, so in that sense, i dont feel like it's that difficult of a leaf to rake.
Language is a completely different fish to fry though. We invented language, so in my eyes, it lacks the natural inherent beauty of colors and sounds.
I know that artistry can exist through poetry. I just need to learn how to harness it. I feel like i worry too much about making sure i say something for my words to be purely poetic. Writing is going to be one of the last things i learn to let go of, and i'm going to be very happy to do so.
I made up a joke when i got on the airplane in toronto. It's not easy to make up a joke, and this one is a real jem. Feel free to tell your friends.
What do you call a pony with a sore throat?
A little hoarse.
G'night everyone.