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.

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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.

:) :( :) :( :D :D :D :D D: :'( :'( :'( :)

:) :O :)

Heart. Beat.

:)

Heart. Beat.

:/

Heart. Beat.

My heart is greater than the distance in between us.

(Yep, that's a Paramore lyric)

o_o"

-Kaleidoughscope

Waiting on the world to change

I was picking cherries in the tree in the backyard today and I was listening to the radio when "Waiting on the world to change" by John Mayer came on.

It instantly brought back memories from high school. The funny thing is I can't exactly pinpoint what memories; just a general vague feeling of having this tune playing in my life when I was 16 or so.

I don't think I really appreciated the song when it first came out. In my head, it was just another generic pop song, with a generic chord progression and a really memorable chorus. And John Mayer was just another pop star who won a grammy that year.

But being stuck in the tree and having to only focus on cherry picking and the music allowed me to really listen to the lyrics and I was really impressed. It really sums up the general apathy youth feel in the world today. And I found it neither condescending toward youth nor overly critical of the status quo. Just a "feel good" song.

Here's the Youtube video if you want to listen:

Waiting on the Canadian government to change, I'm probably gonna vote.

Kaleidoughscope

Speedin'

First half of summer semester 2015 done. It went by really quick; then again, that's the reason I choose to do summer courses. That, and I tend to do much better in summer courses than the other semesters.

So I'll finally have all my pre-requisites to get to the more detailed upper-year Anthropology courses. Although not all courses in the anthro department have Ant100 as their requirement, it's pretty much mandatory without saying it is.

There were a few hiccups in the early part of this class, though. For starters, I found that the organization of the course was poorly done. For the first tutorial, there were some articles to read and some questions to ponder while reading it. But, unbeknownst to me, the TA e-mailed actual questions that one had to answer to get full tutorial marks, outside the tutorial.

You're supposed to check your e-mail every day, so it's technically my fault for missing those questions when they were in my inbox before tutorial. But this is the only course in my UofT experience that:

a) Uses e-mail instead of blackboard to post tutorial content and
b) Has outside-of-tutorial work that counts toward your tutorial mark (i.e. participation grade based on outside work)

One guy spoke up about not having read his e-mail and thus missing the questions, and he made a huuuuge deal out of it with the TA. It was his second time missing the questions (the TA kept switching between blackboard and e-mail so it was actually really confusing).

Thing is, tutorials are worth 10% of your grade. At most, this guy was arguing for half a percent (he wanted a few hours after class to do the questions). I actually saw him walk out of the tutorial class after arguing for a bit, head down the stairs to get out the building but midway through CHANGED his mind and headed back to the TA to argue with her some more.

I could have argued as well, but it seemed petty and this is the TA marking my essays so I'd rather keep her on my good side. But I still felt a bit cheated because of the way the course was organized.

You know, this is the stuff that should probably go into the course reviews. I'll probably write it again to submit to them when they come around. I guess I wrote this so that when I look back at this when I'm older, I'll know what was going in May-June 2015.

Take care.