It's only the real world

It's 2 am after a Saturday night spend celebrating my buddy E's birthday. I am tired, exhausted, ever-so-slightly-drunk and pretty happy.

I spent most of the day inside, and did some yard work later in the afternoon out front and eventually found my way to E's house at around 9. Guests had spent their afternoon playing ultimate frisbee; a fact that I was aware of and yet I chose not to go play because I was embarrassed about being the stockiest guy there. I can't run for shit right now I'm so out of shape.

Unfortunately, I missed out on the BBQ but I got to drink for a couple hours before we headed downtown to a bar in Kensington call Supermarket. There were quite a few people and the dance floor was packed, but that didn't stop me from dancing. You know, I don't really care how I look when I dance. I mean, I make a bit of an effort to look cool but ultimately it doesn't matter. White boiz are made fun of for being terrible at dancing (the stereotype is probably true) but I still think attempting to dance is better than standing awkwardly on the dance floor hoping a lady will be interested in something other than your non-existent dance moves.

So I danced, and it was nice. And eventually we sat at the table till the night wrapped up and Ev was nice enough to me and E a ride home, which rocked because taking the TTC home at 2 am is a pain in the ass.

So I finally spent a Saturday night somewhere exciting instead of at home on my computer again, like every other night for weeks and weeks now. It's not healthy to stay isolated and never meet anyone new like I've been doing for a while now. I mean, I didn't really get to know anyone, but at least there was some chatter. I guess alcohol helps. I had some apple cider and some bourbon. Probably gross, but oh well.

Open your eyes
Like I opened mine
It's only the real world.

I need to go to bed it's late.

B+

Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties
Canceling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doing dough
Demonstrations done dada on the down low.

So that's where I'm at... uh... I was supposed to learn a new letter each day but I got really lazy. Okay. I will learn E and F tomorrow.

Life is going alright! Finals in two weeks, other than that I'm freeeee.

Alphabet project

Since I lack content but I want to keep writing I thought up of an idea of something I can do while I was listening to Daniel Radcliffe rap Alphabet Aerobics.

So the idea is I want to be able to do what Radcliffe did there in a month.

In a month's time, I want to be able to recite Alphabet Aerobics from A to Z. So to do this, every day (or almost every day, depending), I will learn a new letter in the song. And every day, I will repeat all the previous days until I have them memorized.

So ready? B...b...b..b..begin!

Artificial amateurs aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I assault animate things

I'm not dead

I feel really sad. It's been months and months since I've published anything. It's really depressing looking back at 2014 and seeing so few blog posts compared to all my other years, even my hell year in 2010. So this is a small effort to keep the flame alive.

Blah blah blah I could start writing about what I've been up to but it's really boring. Honestly, not that much. Yes, I am still in school and while I'm not taking a heavy course load, I am trudging along.

I talked to my neighbour today for the first time in a while. He's been carting stuff back in forth between the houses so I asked him what he was up to. Turns out he redid the floor in the basement of his house and replaced the ugly 35+ year old ceramic tiles with hardwood flooring. So now he's just moving junk out of the house into a big dump bin on his front yard.

Spring has arrived!

The winter really wasn't that bad at all.

Take care. I might post more. No promises. Thanks for reading.

I'm sick of writing my signature every damn time.

Signed,

Gabriel