At the end of the world

I totally did have a post written for yesterday, but I decided not to post it under the grounds that it was really unhappy and miserable, and I didn't want to post that. This is 2010. This is supposed to be the best year of my life. I will, under no circumstances let anything damage the way this year is for me. This is what it is, and no matter what bad will happen, I won't let it bring me down.


So, to summarize what's going on: Long story short, my ex-girlfriend got in a fight with her family, got kicked out of her house, and moved in with her skid boyfriend and his less-than perfect mother. The schools guidance councilor told me that the boyfriend wants my head, but he thinks I should be the one to talk to her, and talk some sense into her, because I know her better than anybody else in the school, and she'll more likely than not get herself into serious trouble (ie., pregnancy or something of the like). After some serious thinking, however, I've decided that I won't. She can deal with the consequences of her actions, and I'm out of that. It's not my responsibility any more. Whatever will happen, happens, and I'm just going to stay away.

P.S. I've figured out the days, and I can't help but count them down... 107. It's awful, but I can do it. For her, I will.

The Day You Were Sad

*Totally didn't write this at all. Just found it and though, "Wow. This is one of those really powerful, what could-have happened stories." I have a real soft spot for those*


Jennifer Levin

You find out someone loved you once. You find out that a long time ago someone loved you so much he might have died for you.

You run into an old college friend on an airplane. You get to drinking and talking, and he says, That guy once drank an entire bottle of tequila because he was sure you’d never love him. He had to go to the hospital to get his stomach pumped.

You remember he was awfully cute and that you were good friends for awhile—when was it? Sophomore year? He left and you forgot him for a long time. Looking back, you recognize all the signs, but because you’d never imagined you loved him, you never noticed.

You feel foolish because you miss him.

You remember the day you were sad and he invited you on a drive up the mountain, and you invited your friends to come along. You remember how sometimes he kissed you at parties and you just thought he was drunk and kissing people. How he woke you up early on Sundays by throwing rocks at your dorm-room window, even when he knew you weren’t alone. The way he came by with tea that whole week you had the flu. The way he sat in your desk chair for hours, making you laugh until your stomach hurt. How he never wanted you to sleep.

He was always dating some girl or another, so how were you supposed to know? He broke up with a girl once because she accused him of cheating on her with you. And once, when he was drunk at a party, he kissed you right in front of her. You remember that, at the time, you thought it was funny.

You remember the night he told you that you were beautiful—you were beautiful and you were good—but find you have no idea what else he said that night. It takes weeks to piece it together, to finally remember that you were in the dorms, in someone else’s room. He tackled you on the bed, kissed you all over your face, proclaiming over and over, I love this girl!

You are good, he said. You were very stoned, and he held you and talked in your ear; the music was loud and people were singing along. You forgot he was talking and hummed a little with the song. And I like you, he said.

And you said, What? I wasn’t listening.

And he looked crushed and refused to say anything else.

You attempt to look him up on the Internet, but he has a common name and you’re not sure where he lives. You don’t want to do anything creepy, such as hire a private detective, because that might cause your husband to wonder if there is something wrong with your marriage. But you wonder: If you saw him now? The one who loved you then? You wonder what you would do.

A partial moral inventory leads you to believe you wouldn’t do anything. Seeing him now isn’t the point. The point is what might have happened if you’d known then what you know now. Nevertheless, you imagine running into him. You imagine what he looks like with gray hair. He isn’t actually old enough to be silver-haired, but in your mind this meeting is in the future. You wonder if he’s fat now. You think you’d probably still find him attractive if he is.

You wonder again, out loud, why he never asked you out.

You get mad at him.

You remember he did the kinds of drugs that made you uncomfortable and that he kept this from you, that you found it all out later after he dropped out or transferred or disappeared. Every single one of these thoughts occurs to you while you are driving alone. You sing songs to him from the car radio. You wish there were a word for what he means to you.

You decide he must be married by now. You wonder if he got over his drug problem. You wonder, if he loved you so much, whether he would’ve gotten clean for you, if you’d known to ask. But you already know the answer.

You hope he changed for his wife. You hope he has a wife and that he’s been sober for years. You hope he has kids and a big house and that he takes his family on drives up the mountain. You wonder what he said to you, that night in someone else’s room, when you forgot to listen.

_______________

Jennifer Levin is a writer and editor living in Santa Fe, NM. Her work has appeared in The Iowa Review and THE magazine and is forthcoming in Freight Stories. She holds a BA in creative writing from the College of Santa Fe.



Counter-dare

So, I was counter-dared earlier today... and I'm not one to say no to these sort of things, so if you're reading this tell you what: Spring break is four days away, and that leaves me eleven days of freedom. I can guarantee that at some point during my break, something amazing is going to come up, and when it does, you'll be the first to know...

... and I must warn you, I don't often get one-upped.

On a completely unrelated note, sometimes I wish my little project didn't have followers I was so familiar with in real life. I wrote something that I feel slightly proud of, but... suffice it to say, it's not something I want many people reading *cue comical mixed emotions*

I don't think I'll go to school tomorrow... I'm just not in the mood. I wanna take a day off.

Healthy in Paranoid times

I want to sing. I want to sing and sing and sing until my voice is horse and I have to scream to make any sound at all, and then I'll scream until I pass out.
Today, tonight, this lifetime is the perfect opportunity for sound and music. The wind and the birds and my guitar have nothing on me though. I can shout and jump and talk, and above all, sing my heart out.

If you hear something off in the distance, it's probably me.
Join me. I dare you.

The Sea is a Good Place to Think of the Future

This is a track that's been running on loop in my head for the past few days. I'm not really sure why... it's a really good song with a fairly interesting video, but certainly not Los Campesinos'! best track.
Anyways, no small part to my perfect safe place I feel better than I did last night. We stayed up until nearly five in the morning talking, and it really helped me.
That's all for now, the next couple days aren't going to be all that eventful for me, I don't think, but I do have something good planned for the entire month of April, and I'm excited to see how that will work out.

This is the previously mentioned song-

1001

I haven't cried in a long time. It's true. It's been quite a good deal of time, and I haven't let anything really get under my skin. I've been doing fine, getting along happily and heartily, life is good.

But, a few hours ago, I just felt like everything crashed down on my shoulders. All of the bad little things in my life that I don't feel like listing just hit me. I honestly hurt to breathe right now, and I just want to crawl into a hole and die.

The only person I want to cry to is a million miles away. Say what you like, but you have no idea how badly that hurts.

Happy News

In news today- I got my old Pokemon games back! Several years ago I let a friend borrow them, and forgot, and was sad upon my inability to find them, but now he located me and gave them back, and I've been nostalgic with all of my old dudes. He even left a lot of my good Pokemon on there, so I could go back in and just tear up the game (weekend suddenly = not boring).

I felt really good about my trombone playing today. I just felt like I could hit all the notes just right, and I had excellent air control, and my posture was wonderful and I just did it all perfectly. I really felt like I had earned my place as the head trombonist... on a very related note though, if I'm going to continue seriously playing my wonderful friend, I really need to upgrade... the old used, beat-up one I have isn't going to cut if for that much longer. I'll just add that thousand dollars to my expenses in the future...

Okay. That's all for tonight. Today was a happy day. All the little things just came together and made it a really great one.

-You and I are only just a matter of time


P.S. Gotta remember to put something together for the talent show. Only one week left...

Excellent... Almost There.

Lets see... today, my band performed at a regional festival, only to learn that we ranked one rating lower than what was required in order to make it to provincials in May... so no band trip for me, much to my dismay. At the very least, I'm still with the marching band, and we're going on a small tour of Alberta in July, with our delightful batch of new recruits... they don't know what they're doing, but the fact that they're willing to come try and see what we're all about is marvelous...
... and little do they know, that once you're in marching band... there's no escape. Every time you hear music, you will subconsciously walk in time with it. When you hear a megaphone, you will freeze in a stand ready position, and look for where the sound came from, and if you're like me, it becomes awkward overcoming marching band reflexes of standing straight-backed while playing other types of music. A guitarist with his heels together looks most odd

That's all for now! I've got a new poem in production, but it's not finished. I may or may not publish it on here once I'm finished with it.






Love is fun... but sometimes, we all need our dose of lust, and here you are-
(Seriously though, this song is gonna get stuck in your head crazy bad.)

Last Day of Magic

I should be at school. I really should. I'm skipping a class that I'm not certain why I took in the first place in order to go home and restring my guitar. I could do it later, but I want to do it now because I take forever with it because I always get distracted (as I am now).
I wish I had money. I need a new lead guitar, and I need to travel. Everywhere... there's a whole big world out there, and I haven't even left this continent in my life. The world is... so... much.


Today was slightly awful/wonderful I can't help but feel longing for her... everything is a little reminder.
Chin up, boy. Life is only as good as you make it

As Optimistic as can be...

Time moves slowly. It's painful, and I'm coming to learn that more and more.
But... on the plus side, at least it never totally stops

Rhinestone eyes

Huh... the bank messed up and I am $115 richer today than I was yesterday! Life is good.

On an unrelated note, I now have a sweet picture of this girl in my wallet.


I totally have so much more that I want to write, but I'm way too tired to do so. I'll do a more fitting post tomorrow... for some reason, today was just a big blur. Nothing memorable at all, really.

Flux

Christopher says: (12:24:01 AM)
You feel my hands on your hips, and their warmth against your skin as they move up to your back. Time slows as I step forward and press my chest against yours, and you can't hear, but you can feel my hushed breathing. A tiny jolt of static electricity jumps as my head turns and I kiss your cheek. My lips are soft and warm to the touch. Gently moving my lips across your cheek, I lean in gently and brush your ear.
"Good night, love" I whisper



Christopher says: (12:24:32 AM)
That's the best I can do from here

Weekend Wars

Confusion leads to doubt, and doubt leads to deeper confusion.
The only obvious remedy is to stop doubting. If it feels right, it is. It's gotten me in trouble more than once, but... as I've learned, sometimes instinct is the best decision I've ever made.

Silicon carbide

I haven't felt this way in a long time. I don't know how to describe it... scared seems like the closest word, but it doesn't fit the situation exactly.

The best way I can sum it up is this: Earlier today, my ex's new boyfriend was getting up in my face, harassing me about this and that, threatening to "kick my ass" ect, ect. After a short while of not backing down he stands up and says something about decking me right here and now. Now, I've never been the type to just take something that I don't agree with, so I told him to come off it, and that he'd never do anything. This agitated him more, ect, ect, and he started getting angrier, until I got sick of it and just shoved him and walked away.

I shoved him? What is wrong with me? I have never, ever done anything like that in my life! This is what I'm scared of- What on earth kind of person am I becoming? Why am I letting the little things and the little people get under my skin like this? I should be a better person than this, I should be the one to take the high road, not the one resorting the lowest and least admirable of tactics! What has come over me?

*sigh* That's all. As you can tell, this is something that has really upset me. At risk of sounding whiny, I would really like someone to talk about this with.

Every day

All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.

-Tyler Durden, Fight Club

Almighty sixteen and freeeeee!

Straight in at 101

I don't think I have ever cursed as much in my life as I have in the past two hours. It wasn't angry, sad or frustrated though. It was happy cursing, making noise and expressing myself because I can.

Picture this: Five teenage boys who have been friends since before any of them can remember moving a trampoline through a two-hundred-fifty yard obstacle course of trees, mud, buildings, cars, and causing us the most hindrance, each other, causing us to scream obscenities at each other through crippling laughter. During this process, every single leg of the trampoline fell off, so we all rushed about, trying to reasonable the goddamn contraption while we traded off holding it up, all the while working by eye and consequently getting possibly every wrong combination of parts in the process, all the while shouting words foul enough to make anybody blush. It should go without saying that we didn't care.

After nearly a half hour of getting the evil contraption together, we went on, and with the excitement built up from our previous endeavors, we beat the everloving crap out of each other, a giant disorganized brawl erupting on the trampoline, violence in every sense of the word, but no unhappy emotions or anger at all. We all understood the terms without speaking a word, and had a fantastic time with it.

If you don't understand the expression of what I'm saying exactly, then you've never known what it is to be an excited teenage male with so many chemicals rushing through your brain that even your imagination is so vibrant the colours hurt your eyes

For Lily

Ah darling Lily, your sweet, simple words are the greatest part of my every day. The way that you can spin a sentence into something spectacular is marvelous, and how you never fail to make me smile with your own is sheer magic. You know exactly what I am, how my mind works, and how to deliver. *cue cheesy grin*
Sometimes you have someone, and something just... clicks. It feels right, and you can't explain why, but it doesn't matter. Lily, you make me feel like I'm on top of the world, and that nothing can stop me.
Everything I can't say can be summed up with this: I love you. Always, and forever.

~That boy.

A Clockwork Orange

So I watched "A Clockwork Orange" earlier tonight. Suffice it to say, it was a terrible date movie. Rape scenes, and a man trying to commit suicide to not make for good snuggling images. It did however, raise some interesting questions in my mind. What is the consequence of trying to alter the human nature? What can come of forcing a man to go against his role in life, taking away his free will? What comes of trying to reform evil into good, and good into evil, and above all, where do we draw the line with what is right?

Seriously though, if you can stomach rape, extreme violence, disturbing images, and some really fucked-up emotional moments, I extremely strongly recommend you watch this. There is a reason that it's so debated, and a reason why it's never forgotten, and you should find out why if you feel you can.

Part 1: Still can't think of a name

The words "Out of this world" are thrown around far to carelessly among people. That movie with that actor you like, your sister's weird kid, or that sour kraut recipe, these things are not from outside. In fact, quite the contrary, these are things we've created to make our real life what it is. They are the very embodiment of what real life is... for most of us, anyways.

For the first fourteen years of my life, I was an ordinary person. I had friends, went to school, grew up some, looked at girls, pretended I knew everything... y'know, normal things. As is the course with me however, there was nothing subtle about my change, when I realized that I was... different.


It was a slow Autumn afternoon four years ago, and I was nearing the age of fifteen. Circumstance found my at home by myself, and being a fourteen year old male, I was using this opportunity to do what any ordinary boy my age would do. I walked down the short flight of stairs to the office, closing the door behind me on reflex, and putting on some light music to cover up any unintentional noise made. Turning on the computer and leaning back, a smug grin on my face, I noticed a window behind me was open. At the time I was confident that I was safe, but my paranoia would not allow me to continue with the window unchecked, and just as I thought this, the window forcibly closed shut with a a loud click. I turned around, thinking it was very queer that a gust of wind could close a sliding window in such a manner. Disregarding the window, I returned to my previous engagement, opening my browser of choice, and as I did, the volume of the music rose gradually with my own... excitement.

After a moment I noticed what was happening, and as I reached out to adjust the volume to a more suitable level, but much to my surprise, the sound decreased with only the raising of my hand. Puzzled, and for the sake of curiosity, I held my dominant hand several inches above my mouse, and willed it into my palm, clenching my eyes shut and focusing with all the determination a sexually distracted fourteen-year-old can muster. After a moment hesitation, I opened my eyes, and as I had hoped the tiny plastic object was hovering a finger's width from my hand.



I quickly learned that my capabilities were far from limitless, and that as a... greater than human (I don't like the term "superhero". Too many expectations associated with it.) I wasn't spectacular by any comic book standards. At first, I couldn't move anything outside of my arm's reach, and anything that weighed more than a kilogram or so, I really had to struggle to move at all. Attempting to interact with anything outside of those parameters felt very strenuous in my head, something akin to a particularly bad brain freeze. The other limitation I discovered shortly after learning about my powers, upon running outside and trying to move the largest tree in sight. Picture this- when trying to move something that's stuck, you pull with a heavy rope. However, if the object in question is heavier than you're able to lift, you simply drag yourself toward it. Multiply this factor by an excited fourteen-year-old and a sixty year old maple, and you get a severe migraine from working harder than you're able to, a twisted wrist from trying to soften my impact, and a stunned body after a collision and several foot fall.

Fast forward four days. I've had several evenings to my own to find out what my capabilities are, and I'm getting ready to brave the hazards of being a Freshman in high school after a long weekend. Fitting in never was a problem for me. Friendships and social difficulties had never really made me suffer. In retrospect, it's kind of a shame that it didn't come out more dramatically. Turning around, and having your locker close without your own effort is hardly worth all the fuss it created... thankfully, those nearby bought that it was a "magic trick" and that I wasn't going to give away my secret.




Wow. I have been having an amazingly difficult time writing this. I've got several pages in a notebook filled with ideas, characters and scenarios, but when it comes out here, it just feels like a wreck.
This was my response to the superhero idea, and... I dunno... should I continue writing or no? I'm having fun, but it just feels like a mess.

President 2010?

So I've been thinking. Seriously thinking here over an idea I've got. Ready? Here it comes.

Next year, I think I may run for the student body president at my school. I believe I have a strong chance of winning the election, given my ties in the younger grades, and my ability to write and give speeches well to specific demographics. Not to mention I have all kinds of ideas for things that I think would be beneficial for the school and the student population. The only downside that I have is that I do not have any ties with any of the sporting teams, but I still want to try this and see how it goes.

Huh... that's weird

I'm not a dancer, but today I danced my heart out even though I can't.
I'm a musician, but I was extremely reluctant to go and perform in front of people. I just didn't feel like it.
Today was an odd day, but it was nice.

On a semi-related note, this is my school, during class hours. Not even kidding you. Not sure if you can see me in this video.



P.S. We don't all normally dress like that. It was tacky sweater day. Don't ask, don't tell.

We Are Beautiful, We are doomed

"Telling stories is telling lies"
B.S. Johnson

I think it's fair to say that I chose hopelessness, and gave up on your "honesty". When it gets to the point that you think about if there will be enough air left to breath in the room with all these people in it, over the fact that you're holding my hand, you can tell that something's wrong. I remember (was it really just days ago?) that you bawled when that guy who sang all of those sad songs died. Ironic, isn't it? In all seriousness though, let's be honest- nothing ever really changed, we were just blind to it before.

Your hands will still be empty when you stop clutching at all those stupid straws. You do nothing but complain, and cling to all of these bad memories. Nobody cares. I hate the way you'd whisper, "why, isn't this a joy to behold?" with that smug grin on your face, like you know something that nobody else was quite able to grasp.
It was a mistake. Just a mistake


Photograph by ~Dark-Eco-Dragon @ Deviantart.com

Things that make me way happier than what makes sense

Bouncy castles
Arena fights
Tacky love-songs
James
Fantasy video games
Large-scale cities drawn from overhead perspectives
Black mages
White mages
Giant headphones
Late-night phone conversations
On-the-spot excuses
Clouds
Old acoustic guitars
Jazz
Shiny coins
Orange juice
Being able to recognize the kind of guitar used in a song
Knowing I'm right
When I meet someone who shares my name
Tag-team fights
Fireballs
American poetry
Lonely bloggers
Kurt Cobain
Virgin keyboards
Movie nerds
Can-toppers
Well-earned wounds
Poorly translated anime
People named Sam
Picture books for children
When people express legitimate concern
Concerts
Slurpees with my special "magic" straw
Good luck charms
The peace sign
Convenience stores
Going halvsies on items with friends
Winning at online matches
When someone has the same idea as you at the same time
When someone has the same idea as you at the same time, and it goes badly and they take the blame
The Quinn Twins
The Rugrats theme song
Small compliments
Folk singers
Pokemon
Punctuation
Hot Wheels
Pet fish
Magnets
Fake fruit in bowls
Seeing other people get surprised for their birthdays
The noise when you kill a Goomba
The fact that the word "gonna" is ignored by my spell checker now
Finding change under things
Water coolers
Falling asleep in the shower
The Killers
Album artwork
The way that envelopes look on a table
Going out of your way to use an item for it's actual purpose, despite how impractical it may be
Glass doors
The way the word "taboo" sounds
Over the top compliments
How the feeling in your gut fades after something bad has passed
Writing
Making noise
Singing


Okay, that's all for now. Today put me in a good mood, and I wanted to talk about happy things. This list was surprisingly easy to write.

OK Go - This Too Shall Pass Rube Goldberg Machine version

This is just plain awesome.

Signs

Everything that's here can be our secret
From songs in our silly, made-up language, to the cover of our perfect darkness
The stories of the near future can stay with me.

We're on a first name basis with the night, and
Virgo's stare is shortly replaced by yours.
The silence of this moment is deafening; you share your universe with your eyes.
Glisten, blink, turn away, taunt, tease,
Your silky red ribbon is wrapped around my wrist, and I know it better than you ever could

My cinematic romance is featured just off-screen,
And it feels this real life's "too much" is our definitive "simply not enough".
Closed doors tell no tales, Virgo sighs as another one of her children is lost

Caress, sigh, kiss, kiss, taste, feel, fade out
Shiver and smile, trust me, trust the night. Our night.

Physical and mental blocks shed, it's nothing but you and me
Here and now
Trust me
Let everything be changed
And if it counts for anything
I'm as scared as you are.

Self-confidence!

Wow... I actually cleaned up and look nice. I haven't felt this way in quite a while. I feel very attractive, and it's nice. I'm going out to dinner in a few minutes with some friends. I really am looking forward for an evening out with them. I doubt it'll be very eventful, but I'm sure it will be nice.

Anyways, more coming later, I must be going now. (I got roped into driving...)

My apologies for crappy webcam picture. It was the best I could do.

Ideaism

Well... I've been having something of a dry spell since I returned from my trip... I have only one real source of inspiration, and... I dunno, I want to try to write about something that isn't so... bittersweet.

So, in the least original manner I can think of: Writing ideas? Anyone?

Feel Good Inc.

Well, as much as it pains me to do this (in both good and bad ways), I must add a new band to my top 10. I'm not quite sure who I'd kick off at this point (most likely either Smashing Pumpkins or Arcade Fire), but a new band must me named... or rather, and old band who's always had a special place in my heart must be given the crown they deserve. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Gorillaz.

From a singer who had both of his eyes pushed into his skull in two separate car accidents involving the same driver, to a satanist bassist who hired a whale to keep the singer captive in his semi-underwater fortress (he suffers from a severe case of Cetaphobia (fear of whales)), to a drummer from Brooklyn who is a kind, soft spoken soul, (a preacher's son, actually) but battles with demonic possession, to a 10-year-old Japanese guitarist who is actually a secret weapon project for the Japanese military, there is no doubt that the Gorillaz have one the most interesting back story of any band, despite the fact they don't actually exist.

Did anyone notice the greatest run-on sentence I've ever written? It was a whole paragraph long. That's pretty impressive, I think.

So very tired.

7:30-8:30am - Marching Band
11:30-1:00pm - British Rock
2:00-3:30pm - Concert Band
4:00-5:00pm - Jazz
7:00-9:30pm - Pep Band @ basketball game
11:00-1:30am - European punk-rock

Today is a musical day.

Slide

I don't suppose I'll ever know-
What it means to be a man...
It's something I can't change.

I wanna wake up where you are.
I won't say anything at all.

Let's just let it slide.

Goo Goo Dolls- Slide

Seriously, when in ignorance of what it's written about this is one of the better love songs written in the last ten years. It's catchy, touching, rhythmically pleasing, and feels distinctly genuine, which is a rare feat for most recorded love songs. Once the real meaning is discovered the song really changes though. It goes from beauty, shelter and promises to pleading, consolation, and reality-bending tragedy. The song is written about frontman, Johnny Rzeznik's very strained relationship with his fiance after she chose to abort her and Rzeznik's baby upon deciding she wasn't a suitable mother yet. It's really heartbreaking if you think about it... not too long after the song was written and recorded the relationship fell apart.

It's really sad the way that love can die like that. One day, you're on top of the world, and everything is bright and joyous, and you feel like nothing can bring you down. It takes only a moment for everything to come crashing down. Hearts broken, thoughts lost and confused, emotions without direction, and scared spirit. It hurts when love dies.

In the end though, we all know it's worth it. Everything that comes out of knowing that you belong with someone is worth all the pain and risk.

Alive!

Today I truly felt like a teenager in all the best ways. I was wide-awake and able to focus on all my classes. I received my Chemistry test from last week, and discovered I did fairly well, which put me in a good mood. However, the single best part of today was when I went outside at noon, and discovered not only that it wasn't cloudy, but that the sun was shining in all it's glory, and it was warm! I was able to shed my jacket, and feel the sun on my arms for the first time since October, and it was fantastic. It really reminded me how much I'm looking forward to Spring. Knowing the crazy climate of this place, we could very well have a snowstorm tomorrow or something, but for now, I'm enjoying the fantastic weather.

Anyways, after breaking out my ultra-sexy sunglasses, and skipping play practice, two of my close friends and I drove into the city, and hit up all the music stores, making happy and glorious noise, cruising around the streets windows down and the speakers blaring, with a passion justified only by my young race. As the open window made my hair blow in the wind as I watched the sun set from the backseat of a Kia, wearing a pair of cheap sunglasses and a smile. I bonded with my friends, making stupid jokes and illegal traffic maneuvers, laughing off the danger. We're invincible! We could take on the world, and make it out grinning from ear to ear. I'm young, and I'm alive in a perfect day.

Anthem for today- Smashing Pumpkins, "1979"

God Bless Canada

Yesterday, Canada won gold in Men's Hockey, which is without much doubt the biggest event in the Olympics. As a Canadian, I care about my country, but I've never been a very strong patriot, but yesterday was a small changing experience for me. I felt extremely proud of my nation and what we really are capable of. In Vancouver 2010 we really proved to the rest of the world what we truly are capable of, and to me, that's a very powerful experience. We came together, and consequently, came out on top. You can say what you like about out little country, but like William Shatner said in the closing ceremonies, "To survive in the final frontier, you have to learn to dream big."
Mr. Shatner, I agree whole-heartedly.

This is Canada, and this is what happens when we put our tough hearts to it.
I'm proud to be Canadian- From the true north, strong and free