Hey Oh

Hey guys,

I've got a present on the way. But it's for me. And it's being shipped from the U.S. A neat little addition to my... collection. But you don't know what my collection is - that's because there is no collection, I'm not collecting anything, I just thought I'd buy this object and then I can use it. Great huh?

But I'm not selfish, no no. A, I know you don't read this blog, but I know you'll be really happy when you receive that giga-bar of chocolate in the mail - fine swiss chocolate, the very same type of chocolate that I once tried to make you believe was given to you by J, but it was a clever ploy. I bribed J to give you that chocolate bar, but I guess you knew that because she told you.

You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to//So that when they turn their backs on you//You'll get the chance to put the knife in

No no, harsh words are not meant for anyone! I just really remembered that clever line from Pink Floyd's Dogs. I mean, I guess if I had a lot of enemies, and I was a murderer, I'd follow it. Or maybe if I was a vigilante. But I'm not, so I guess... Dani California, rest in peace!

Am I really random? You know, a lot of things are random. Some things aren't random, like, a "Hello, how are you?" "Good thanks and you?" isn't random, because it's practically a reflex.

But asking someone out of the blue what kind of pie they like, that's pretty random, and actually a new hobby of mine. I mean, I'm not a pie fanatic, but when I'm bored and there are people around I don't know and they don't seem too preoccupied, I'll ask them what their favourite kind of pie is. Now obviously, this isn't really vital information, but if maybe one day I decide to do something productive and I end up keeping in contact with these strangers, wouldn't it be great if I could bake them a pie without wondering "Gosh, I wonder what kind of pie they like...".

Now I know this is an incredibly unlikely scenario, but life is filled with an incredible amount of unlikely scenarios that all fit together somehow, wouldn't you say?

I've got another thought that I want to explain here, but that's enough for tonight. But so I don't forget, I'm going to code my thought here into this blog so I don't forget it for next time: "Follow one person and witness the chain of reactions they unleash."

Good. Thanks for reading.

2011/10/04 Edit: Edited for simple privacy.

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Shambles

noun.: a condition of great disorder

I just felt like knowing the exact definition of that word - have no fear, my life is not in shambles. (:

Or maybe you really hate me and you wished my life was in shambles. and this blogpost has made you curse me under your breath. I dunno.

So it's the very beginning of September, and all around me, I see all these people going back to school, be it Elementary, Middle, High or University, and I think to myself, geez, I sort of wish I was doing something. See I have a hard time doing things I'd rather not do. I guess I need more willpower.

It was easy before, say, in grade ten - I just knew that next year, I'd be at it again, except grade 11. And then again for grade 12.

And after Grade 12, hell, it was also pretty easy, just do Katimavik!

And after Katimavik... wait what, university? But I'm not ready! Well, besides the fact I didn't get accepted for September anyway.

So get a job, Gabe! Get a job!

Right now, go update your resume! Do it!

Okay okay Charles, I'll do it... I'll do it tomorrow. Okay? Tomorrow, I'LL DO IT TOMORROW. I won't make as many mistakes if I do it tomorrow.

I get jealous of the people leaving. A bit. They're doing something, they're learning stuff. I'm not.

But I'm alive, and I'm doing things. That's a start, right?

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My first quest

My first quest in Katimavik, or goal if you will, was to never have to make bread. I had read before going into the program that House Managers were required to make bread for the group.

I've never really been much of a bread eater. Of course, I eat it, but I don't notice it if I don't have it. I've met countless number of people who need their buns with their spaghetti. Most people in my group were like that.

I was house manager for a total of eight times - that's eight whole weeks - in my Katimacareer. Not once did I ever make a loaf of bread.

A couple times I think A.G. and B.V. made me knead the bread they were preparing, but nothing more.

Of course, a fair share of the group called me out on my lack of bread-age - saying I was selfish for not wanting to make the damn bread for the group, and that it was a really stupid and pointless "quest".

But you know what, I may be the only Katimakid to have finished the program and to have -never- made bread in this age of bread-neediness. And I'm proud of myself.

Also, you may be interested in this kneadless bread recipe I found which prompted this post, haha. I might have even succombed to it during Katimavik had I known about it.

http://boiledcorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-knead-bread.html

Edited for private reasons.

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Si tu l’as, tu l’as

And if you don't have it, you sure as hell don't have it.

Feeling a bit nostalgic these days - yeah, I miss my Katimagroup.

And it was all true - after you come back from doing 9 months of doing stuff, you feel like you're wasting away. Even just doing a goddamn house meeting is stuff compared to the lifestyle which so quickly was brought back after settling back home.

Nothing will ever come close to the 9 month lifestyle I lived. School, university? Not a chance.

Sure, nothing's -really- stopping me from going out and doing stuff, but there's no sense of urgency or responsibility for going out. And there isn't much of a sense of satisfaction out of anything I do end up doing.

I do have the Fan Expo to look forward to this weekend, that's a complete three days of wake-up, take subway to Convention Centre and spend the entire day doing really exciting stuff. Maybe that'll energize me again? Haha. If anything I can get a kick out of little midgets with tophats on bicycles.

Thinkin' of going down to see a Jazz gig by an old acquaintance of mine tonight. We'll see.

I'm also working on a certain project that might bring a smile to a few old friends as well.

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Go Leafs Go!

So, taking the TTC home from Gandhi's house provided a few seconds of entertainment as I was walking by the last part of the train that I had just exited at St. Clair West. There was this fat guy with a huge Leafs jersey on with facepaint on and a massive hat yelling at the top of his lungs "GO LEAFS GO!" in a rhythmic manner. He was at the end of the train and facing everyone in his section, and he was just there going at it, flailing his arms while chanting.

I could hear him from like halfway down the station, and I thought it was pretty funny. The people in the same section as him probably didn't find it nearly as funny after a while, haha.

Of course, considering that the hockey season was over a month or two ago made this appearance rather unlikely. Maybe I'm unaware of some announcement or something? I dunno.

Currently reading - Watership Down.

I love rabbits.

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My love, do you sleep?

Do I sleep?

Do I dream?

No and no.

For the past week or so, I haven't slept. Well, I have, but it's not real sleep - it's the fake, light kind where you're conscious that you're in your bed but you have no sense of time.

Dreams? Well, I know I get them, it's just that I don't remember them. I used to dream plenty (that is, I used to remember plenty), but now... well, I don't.

Correlation? Obviously - if I don't get into a deep sleep, I can't dream. Now, even once in a while, when I do get a deep sleep (i.e. passing out at 6 am or something), I don't remember a dream.

So, that's half my life there.

The other half? It's pretty awesome - sometimes. Last week, Gandhi came over for a small Katimagetogether. And then a coupla days after - surprise surprise - K & D arrive from over yonder for a place to stay, and we have more Katimatimes.

And then - what's this? Gandhi decides to have a bigger Katimagetogether at his house? Oh sweet, so we all show up there, along with T, M, and C for an even bigger Katimaparty aka celebration of a couple birthdays. Hella fun.

It's actually been an exciting week, and I would say the positives outweigh the not so pleasant negatives. It's a fine rollercoaster, but Anxiety Attacks are really, really not cool.

Another negative is L being... mad at me, but I don't know why, they're all jumbled reasons - and all on my birthday, too. Now I'm not going to say that birthdays veto everything, but really, since when is not giving in to peer pressure such a blasphemy? Well hey, the birthday pie is tasty at least.

19! Expensive lonely bar errands to come? Ha Ha Ha.

... Some people know me enough to know that it'll probably happen.

Anyway, happy birthdays to Augusters and I sign out.

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