Day-dreaming

You know those people that are a straight-up ache in your lower back? Dragging you down by your laces and poking all the bad vibes like they're getting paid for it. I have several of them. Not to objectify them or anything but there is this sort of default setting to language that makes it difficult to talk about people and relations without a sense of possession. The English language specifically makes it extremely easy to see things through the scope of ownership. Enough with the commonalities with language and inlaid definition though, there's a story to tell.

Today is my brother's birthday! We celebrated yesterday and it was no short of a grand time. He can be quite the bugger at times but who better to love. I feel like I spent the entire day eating from restaurant to restaurant though. My fridge is so filled with leftovers it almost mirrors my tummy after dinner! I do much like food. It's the best gift anyone could possibly receive. Think about it. Life, in it's fullness-for any creature including the ones the call your body home-revolves around the perpetual consumption of food. I mean if there was a rule book to life, number one would definitely be "EAT." The point her being, my love is warranted!

Do you ever daydream and become so enamoured by whatever you're thinking about that you physically move your body. Enough that someone notices and thinks, "Hmm, I wonder what they're thinking about!" Well today in class, the teacher was giving her usual spiel and I got so distracted I began to think about words and how everything she was saying could be turned in to a film and taught by a movie. Ridiculous I know, but I was suddenly stricken by a light sense of synergy. The all-at-once realization that in many years my seating, movement and effects in this class, will not change the progression of matter. One day the class would be empty for good and maybe become something completely different. I mean I could have been sitting where the leaders of the future New World Coalition would be drinking coffee and making jet-pack jokes. I thought so hard I could almost see the flags of future countries and unions, and taste the Starbucks-Caribou blended future late. My investment began to show on my face and the imaginary espresso probably contributed to the sudden jerk in my shoulder I suffered later. It wasn't too extreme but it was enough that my buddy turned and shot me the expected "Hmm, I wonder what you're thinking about!" face. This is probably one of the most glamorized goofing off in class moments but in truth it was definitely an uncommon experience. What if where I sit right now IS the pivotal meeting place for conquerors and politicians in 3050 AD. Or maybe just a latrine for post-civilization savages. Either way, I had a fun time contemplating it and I hope you do too! 

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The Tree I Loved

Today I woke up to an unfamiliar site. My favourite tree got cut down. It had been at the front of my window since I'd arrived here. I arose to the sounds of chainsaw blades and snapping. Though the situation wasn't near as bloody, it felt equally as the Jason himself sawed my heart out. Not too often do you find love for something but that tree was one of the most splendid things I'd ever met. Tall as ever and sat and watched me sleep through my window almost every night. On the glorious romps of my evenings and the cruddy mornings after, that tree was always there. Alert, worryful and reaching for a hug. Now it lacks the arms to do so. I would like to express my extreme discontent with the loss, my dissatisfaction with our relationship and the limbo of helplessness I endure when I think about how I couldn't have helped the tree if I tried. Not to sound like a tree-hugger or anything, I never even gave him a name but there is possibility for a simple synergy between the living-our arboreal buddies included! I mean trees have lives too. What would it be like to hear the testimonies of a semi-immortal creature. Can you imagine the words you would have to say after 100 years of holding still and growing tall. All the friends that you've made, weathered and watched move away without a word as a catalyst for what you are.

Sub-Nirvana

Anger is definitely the worst and most useless feeling around. Say for the small chance that you're an MMA fighter, in that case, rage on! Anywho, the reason I bring this up is because the past couple nights have helped me realize how much I really just don't enjoy the feeling. 

My brother's birthday was just a couple days ago. We celebrated a tad before it though because it was the only time I would be in town. I feel so significant in moments when my position in life matters enough to change the dates of other people's celebrations. He can be quite the little bugger sometimes. Honestly I've never met anyone who tests me more, but there aren't too many things I can do except give him a well deserved, loving noogie to the noggin and call it a day. Anywho, this week I find myself in a state of sub-nirvana.

A lot of lovely things keep happening around me. You know those days when it feels as though everyone around you is non-stop smiling? Like everyone just woke up, on a mission from God, to tell as many good jokes as possible! Just the loveliest day. I felt so chipper, I stopped by Tay's to say "Allo!" and give a big ole' hermit's hug on my way out. I'm a big hugger anyway but context is everything. Like when a cop says "Freeze!" and Mr. Freeze says "Freeeeeeeze!" Anywho, today several things worth remark happened.

I was among the super-loud chairs and massive framed windows by the café. Sitting for no real reason. I was actually semi-late to class but sometimes, I just want to sit. So as I was enjoying the assortment of scents from everyone's lukewarm cups, gazing at the dead tree, and the really big tree subsiding it's macabre tones, I saw the person I like to call Silvercap. Not a clever/pretty/witty/sensible name that makes people go "she must be quite the bombshell!" Nor does it give undertones of my relation to her, but the complete reason for it is that, I, for the life of me, CAN-NOT-REMEMBER-HER-NAME! (and her hair is really, reeeeeaally blonde)


Last semester in psych, my buddy and I spoke everyday to the same two girls(Talls and Silvercap). Yes, the other one was incredibly tall to say the least, but that's beside the point! Even after speaking to her(Silvercap) daily for an entire semester, I find myself still a little bit sheepish and far too meek to ask if she likes sitting down and coffee smells. So I continued sitting, in as bold a fashion as I think a boy could, stared and thought of what to say, with zero real intent to even share eye contact. A lovely day, but not that lovely(sub-nirvana). The questions that it gives me now are, will I be recognized? If I tell her a joke will it be silly and furthermore, do I even know any?! I resolve to give myself these answers, in the only way. And it begins with saying "Hey."


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From the Beggining

It wasn't so simple when we first got here. It isn't even simple as of now. Since our first days of college, life has been no short of grand. In the past 6 months I think we have undergone more growth and change, digression and malfunction than in most of our past years combined. If you had told me when I first got here that on this day I would be a different major on the opposite side of the spectrum, have friends more loyal then you could imagine and a very healthy obsession for books, good movies and boots, I maybe wouldn't have believed you. That is however the current state of things but not nearly the source of day by day excitement. In this blog I intend to tell the story of how our lives as a collective- in the past few months- came together, connected, spiralled and settled in to the lovely mass that is still in living motion. 
Though if I am telling the story-properly-it seems only right to tell the whole of it. Seeing as much has already happened and continues to do so, every new update will be accompanied by a recounting of major, long past events. I intend to herein include majority of what is currently happening around myself so please forgive singular point of view in posts. They will also be filled with lessons I felt significant to both myself and those involved and how they have come to shape what are now moulding in to. I shall give my utmost in giving my honest views and opinions because what is a blog without the writers heart and mind? 

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