If things go according to plan, tomorrow i will own a drum kit. Pretty cool.
I'd like to have a piano by week's end. By the time this is posted, it'll be sunday. Sunday is the start of the week, we'll say. Give me 7 days.
Today i broused the internet for flights to venesuela. It seems like four hundred fifty dollars for a one way flight into Caraccas. Pretty deadly.
My original plan was to find myself a home in venesuela, and just wander the city i live in, learn spanish, spend lots of time playing music and writing poems and such. But today i started thinking that i should stay on the move. Sleep in hostels and such. Meet other travelers.
I could go to brazil for a bit. Maybe chile or peru. I know they're not exactly an hour away from eachother, but i figure i'll be on the road for a few months, and i've got no qualms with taking the bus a few days at a time. Maybe trains? i dont know what's going on down there.
Hopefully it's cheap.
Cause I really dont think i'm going to work here. I want to spend all my time with music. Piano, drums, reading, writing. Having a social life is alot more fun, but a few consecutive hangovers have left me wanting something more. It's saturday night, and i did a whole lot of nothing. And it was not fun. But it was alright. It's something i can probably get used to. There's not alot of feelings better then cocaine, but there's a few.
Well, not really a "better feeling", but something. It's a touch healthier, probably involves more of a future. More growth. Stuff that doesn't put as intense of a smile on one's face, but the smiles feel more deserved.
Something like lsd. Or, whatever.
And that'll be that. I'll be home. Sleeping in a bed. All that fun stuff.
Hopefully they'll confuse my passive nature for patience.
Hopefully they'll confuse my sadness for inteligence.
Hopefully they'll confuse me with a thought in their heads.
My time spent in Natalie's home has run to a close. I leave tomorrow (today). The next time I'm certain where i'll be is monday at 1:00pm. Dairy Queen, accross from union station.
I dont suppose i'll be near the internet until i'm back in ottawa. Sometime mid week.
God, this is all so terribly interesting.
Goodnight.
So now i've got this magic tree
producing fruit, white gold, it seems;
but never falling down to me
I need to climb, to want, to reach.
And i kill the fruit when i pull it off
it's stable branch; no afterthought.
I bite it's flesh, no sin at all
I make me live, no need for god.
chew on it.
Still in toronto. I might be going camping on toronto island from saturday to tuesday. I think i'm going to Virgin-Fest, or V-Fest, whatever the kids are calling it these days. It should be a good show. 104 dollars, two days. A healthy handful of rocking good bands.
If i'm going camping, and going to V-fest, i dont think i'll try to fit a trip to london in there. cause it would only be wednesday/thursday ish.
So i'll probably go to london next monday, dig that scene for as long as natalie lets me dig it. And from there hopefully i'll be heading to the K-Dubs, a catchy piece of slang refering to kitchener waterloo.
Fuck, eh? Maybe i'll be home this lifetime. I think i'll have to put off my trip to venesuela until after christmas.
Ps. I'm going to venesuela. Long live chavez.
I'd like to have a piano by week's end. By the time this is posted, it'll be sunday. Sunday is the start of the week, we'll say. Give me 7 days.
Today i broused the internet for flights to venesuela. It seems like four hundred fifty dollars for a one way flight into Caraccas. Pretty deadly.
My original plan was to find myself a home in venesuela, and just wander the city i live in, learn spanish, spend lots of time playing music and writing poems and such. But today i started thinking that i should stay on the move. Sleep in hostels and such. Meet other travelers.
I could go to brazil for a bit. Maybe chile or peru. I know they're not exactly an hour away from eachother, but i figure i'll be on the road for a few months, and i've got no qualms with taking the bus a few days at a time. Maybe trains? i dont know what's going on down there.
Hopefully it's cheap.
Cause I really dont think i'm going to work here. I want to spend all my time with music. Piano, drums, reading, writing. Having a social life is alot more fun, but a few consecutive hangovers have left me wanting something more. It's saturday night, and i did a whole lot of nothing. And it was not fun. But it was alright. It's something i can probably get used to. There's not alot of feelings better then cocaine, but there's a few.
Well, not really a "better feeling", but something. It's a touch healthier, probably involves more of a future. More growth. Stuff that doesn't put as intense of a smile on one's face, but the smiles feel more deserved.
Something like lsd. Or, whatever.
I'm on pei. Glad to be here. Excelent touring, i should do it again sometime. Pei is gonna be sharp. We'll see if i post more or less now, i feel i have very little to say.
I'm heading to montreal today. I would guess i'm staying pour le weekend. Then a quick stop in fredericton.
And that'll be that. I'll be home. Sleeping in a bed. All that fun stuff.
Hopefully they'll confuse my passive nature for patience.
Hopefully they'll confuse my sadness for inteligence.
Hopefully they'll confuse me with a thought in their heads.
Hey,
My time spent in Natalie's home has run to a close. I leave tomorrow (today). The next time I'm certain where i'll be is monday at 1:00pm. Dairy Queen, accross from union station.
I dont suppose i'll be near the internet until i'm back in ottawa. Sometime mid week.
God, this is all so terribly interesting.
Goodnight.
I penned myself a little poem this morning,
So now i've got this magic tree
producing fruit, white gold, it seems;
but never falling down to me
I need to climb, to want, to reach.
And i kill the fruit when i pull it off
it's stable branch; no afterthought.
I bite it's flesh, no sin at all
I make me live, no need for god.
chew on it.
Yeah! Post #501.
Still in toronto. I might be going camping on toronto island from saturday to tuesday. I think i'm going to Virgin-Fest, or V-Fest, whatever the kids are calling it these days. It should be a good show. 104 dollars, two days. A healthy handful of rocking good bands.
If i'm going camping, and going to V-fest, i dont think i'll try to fit a trip to london in there. cause it would only be wednesday/thursday ish.
So i'll probably go to london next monday, dig that scene for as long as natalie lets me dig it. And from there hopefully i'll be heading to the K-Dubs, a catchy piece of slang refering to kitchener waterloo.
Fuck, eh? Maybe i'll be home this lifetime. I think i'll have to put off my trip to venesuela until after christmas.
Ps. I'm going to venesuela. Long live chavez.