That was one of the most intense dreams I've ever had. It started off with me going to school on the bus. I was talking to some random guys saying that we all forgot to pick up our logbooks and I was gonna find out how to get it back. Then I ended up going to the wrong class but I only figured it out after like 30 minutes. I figured they would ( Read more... )

I used to have a pretty clear notion of what would make me happy in life. Basically it consisted of a lot of money, followed by a lot of hi-tech gadgets and machines that would automate every aspect of my life. The more I learn about developing high-end technology, and the future of this field, the more I feel that it is detrimental to our lives. ( Read more... )

The weirdest thing happened yesterday. I'm outside hitting bowls with Lara when this flock of starling fly over my roof an on to my neighbour's cherry tree. They were being loud and seemed almost possesed, and hearing them gave me a bad feeling. A minute or two later they all start flying back towards my house, making some noises that can be ( Read more... )

The weather today is what I like to call "Enema of the State weather". What a lovely day to sit inside studying ( Read more... )

The moon was inspiring tonight. Poetic thoughts about you ran through my head and I jotted them down in my mind's notepad for later, but they're gone now.
The image is still there though, bright moon, so bright but you know it was full last night so it can't be 100% full, behind a thin layer of fog, but that just made it brighter because of the

a spring day in winter tells
of a battle fought in digital dismay
from a war hidden in your mind

but the buds on the trees
feed birds from the south
and poems that start with rage end
in love

It's bad that my mind is at its most creative when thinking up different ways to murder massacre mawl destroy a certain someone's face. It would actually give me a great amount of pleasure, inner pleasure, like a huge weight off my shoulders, like I'd be doing the world a favour. I have actually considered planning out a murder, making it look like ( Read more... )

more productive ( Read more... )

So I finish my midterm, early mind you, go to the bus stop as usual, wait for the downtown bus, as usual. And it's fucking like -30 with the wind. So finally it comes and I get on and I get this weird feeling that it's the wrong bus. I mean, it has happened before that I've been a little out of it and saw Downtown/Centre-Ville but really the bus ( Read more... )

The most amazingly daunting and perilous thing.
To feel something in your instincts, the idea that maybe there is something out there that you would excel at. And I don't just mean above average, I mean extra ordinary, top of your class, renowned, famous. Just maybe. To not have a chance at that because of the slightest possible handicap. Why the ( Read more... )