A regular, good effing day?!

How long has it truly been?! YEARS?! WTF.

I went to see my doc; then I went to North Toronto to get a badminton schedule; then I went to campus to get some sunshine and listen to music; then I went to go see my ethics prof and had a great conversation about so many things (such is philosophy). And then I came home and THERE WAS FOOD TO EAT ALL PREPARED.

And now I can do WHATEVER I want until bedtime in an hour because I e-mailed everyone I had to e-mail, I set up all the appointments I had to set up, and I don't need to freak out about the dentist tomorrow!

Goodnight.

:)

-Gabe

Feelin' alright on a Fursday Night

So I have 3 cats. They're actually all really nice felines, but only if you know them real well.

As a stranger, you'll never really get to see cat #1. It's 'cause he's black.

You might get to see cat #2. He's somewhat friendly; but he generally keeps his distance. Still, if you want to pet him, all you gotta do is scratch him gently under the chin. Careful though. More than 75 seconds of that, and you'll probably get bitten.

Cat #3 will come over and meow and meow and meow. And welcome you to my domain. He's super nice. Like, I can't think of a nicer cat. The typical fat orange nice cat, you know? I bet he'd do standup if he could.

Why am I talking about cats?

I was pretty much raised by them from the age of 7 onwards. Or whatever year Elvis Stojko won that gold medal.

Reowr.

-Gabe

Trust a peppermint teacup

You can do whatever you want. Well, you can try to do whatever you want. Sometimes you get stopped from doing what you want, and that's more than okay. And sometimes you get nothing at all like what you want. And that happens.

You always build trust. It is a procedure. It is a protocol that must be followed. You cannot blindly trust what you feel or think. Basic philosophy, I guess.

So, then, you test things. But you test things in a nice way. You don't test, then conclude, then test, and conclude, and test, and conclude, and conclude, and test. Basic science, I guess.

Some people say mean things. All people say mean things sometimes. No one is always nice. No one can possibly always be mean... can they? That can't be a reality that exists. It would make no sense.

I should end this weird post with a lame joke I took from a book (that someone spilled coffee on) that I don't want to read anymore because it's spoiled.

Things don't make much cents today.
But they'll make dollars someday.

-Gabriel

On the path again

Sooooo, I could write a long detailed post and for once, my fingers are about the same speed as my brain. So I could. I could write a lot.

But I'm sort of in a hurry to go outside and get some vitamin D. No, seriously, I'm super deficient, I'm sure. And although I feel -okay-, I know I will feel better in 15 minutes when my skin absorbs the sun rays and turns them into Vitamin D. Pretty incredible stuff.

-

I walked home from Yonge-Eg last night, partly through the Beltline, and I felt free. Maybe not as free as Halifax, but free from... you know, the darkness or whatever.
Funny I mention the darkness; it was pitch black at times, and the darker it got, the more real I became.

Anyway, no elaborate storytelling today.

But it'll come.

Soon.

-GW

A misty grey cloud boom

She writes on a golden brown table with the black machine in front of her. In her head, all around her are objects, things, concretes that cannot be seen through. Her hands move with male elegance lacking direction.

The lights around her are meaningless; she gets up to turn them off, but the Matrix turns them back on again anyway. She feels bored. He feels alone. Do they even exist?

Nonsensical questions that torment my mind and make me feel sad never end up sticking around for very long, but when they do, it is a hell without fire or ice.

So they take my spirit, feed her grey matter; kick her out, limping all the way home hoping a friend will come say hello. Instead, an appointment with dentists, optometrists, social workers. But where is the happiness?

The mood stabilization that occurs when the meds kick in drive away all the ecstasies and the dullness settles in.

Being a 24 year old is HARD. But ultimately, it'll get better.

Gabriel(le)

Ode to Teens and Preteens

This is not my original work. This was written by Pruderick B., a real cool guy who was in my grade 7 homeroom. I found this poem in my yearbook and I thought it was absolutely brilliant. Keep in mind this was written by a 12 year old.

Of course it's true

I want to be like the rest.

Buy saggy clothes and chains to look the best.

You don't know why you do it

Or maybe you do

Because I know that almost of you here do it, too.

Why not dress in suspenders like Steve Erkel did?

Why do people take away their personalities?

And conceal it with a lid?

We listen to music we don't even like

Just because the other people find it to be hype.

We're classified in groups by the things we wear

Japs, Ginos, Thugs and the Punks that shave their hair.

But, what if you're not in one? Where do you belong?

Is there something wrong with you, why can't you get along?

There's nothing wrong with you

you're being yourself

So let's be ourselves

And put our fake personality on a shelf

This may not be directed to you

But you know who you are

And people think this through.

Because I also need to think about this too.

I hope you know

This chain isn't really mine

It's not real

But at least it looks fine.

Some people think that all they need is a reputation

But I ask, "Is their brain under total domination?"

I say that because I think

Instead of a rep they really need to think.

"I hope I look good and that my hair isn't took dark...

I also hope that I will get extra marks"

All of us are trying to impress someone

I don't know who.

Try to be yourself

But I'm not going to tell you what to do

If I was, then I'd be the biggest hypocrite

Because being you, isn't as easy as I say it is

This isn't a lecture.

I don't want to bore you.

But guess what?

Most of what I said is true

And denying that fact is the worse you can do.

If this isn't true,

Then tell me why are you wearing what you are.

And think about it,

Will clothes really get you that far?

I'm closing with that statement

I'm going to finish now.

If what I said didn't get to your head

I hope it will, someday, somehow.

Pruderick Balmores 7F

Lyra diu tergum.

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Heart. Beat.

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Heart. Beat.

My heart is greater than the distance in between us.

(Yep, that's a Paramore lyric)

o_o"

-Kaleidoughscope