Speaks for itself LOL
Gabriel(le)
03/08/15
24/07/15
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
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
23/07/15
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
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
21/07/15
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
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
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