BEAT CONNECTION

Okay, so apparently I don't update this thing enough, according to one Claire FUCKO. Haha, like that? I altered her last name ever so slightly to a more amusing outcome.

Anyways, this is new as of late:
Baths are fucking sexy and intimate as hell with your significant other. Meghan was gracious enough to allow Scott and I to squat in her house, and so we took full advantage of this--including using her bath. I feel terrible, however, due to the black singe marks left in her bathroom ("we're engineer's for god's sake!"), and for leaving lube marks on her bed. Hey, you try having sex with another penis and watch how messy it gets Ms. "I Don't Care Much for Cock!".

THe Sci Semi was pretty fun. Lots of dancing. Scott took me out to fantabulous dinner beforehand, where we decided we're going to save our money to splurge at some fancy restaurant--buying the most expensive wine et al.

Have been playing an obscene amount of Wheel of Fortune with Claire. Stupid motherfucking bankrupts...

Umm... nothing much else to talk about. Exams soon. I hate exams.

Barely seeing Antonio, Vanessa, Teresa, Caron and Al, which is quite contrasted to last year. Fuck, Vanessa and I ate breakfast almost every fucking day. She was even cool enough to eat with me even though she didn't have an 8:30 class. Those were the days. And then Weekend Brunches after a night of drinking with the gang was always fun too--though I still don't understand why waiting about an hour for an omlette was worth it. Plus spiking Caron's drink/food and making an atrocious mess of our trays were how we occupied the time. And then Vanessa and I working out 4-times a week last year so we could be sexy as hell. 'Tis a shame. Y'know, if I didn't make an effort to invite Vanessa places, I don't think I'd ever get to see her. Our conversation have dwindled to the state of "Oh, you're home". Makes you feel good--real good. Same with Antonio for that matter--though I'm not living with him.

FUck, I'm late for a lab. I hate labs too.

Blah blah blah

I love how books like Catcher in the Rye use rain to symbolise a new beginning, a new hope--cleansed from all wrong-doings as the rain pours down, so to speak. Why do books use this literary device? Rain doesn't make /anyone/ feel like that; it just tramples on all good spirits and dampens any high hopes of a good day. Mud emerges from its dormant state, ready to jump out and attack any passer-by; droplets of water containing sorrow and self-pity drown dozens--neither of which are welcome in the least.

Snow, on the other hand, is magical; it has this ability to cover all that is ugly and transforms what was once bleak and unappealing into a place where everyone wants to go. Magic, they say, hand-crafts each and every snowflake, which falls perfectly into place with its neighbour's, creating a pure and intriguing blanket. Looking out and seeing a shimmering majestic layer fills the heart with hope--something out there is perfect...and all it uses is a form of precipitation that causes depression and grief. Everything is so much brighter with a fresh layer of snow on the ground; everything is so much more appealing. "All will be okay," the snow sings from the top of its crystallised shine. The sounds that flow through the air as feet walk across the innocent blanket are welcomed--the 'crunch, crunch, crunch' bring smiles to bleak and weathered faces as it celebrates news of a winter wonderland...

So, my friends, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

UPDATING

I was told I should update this more often, so I guess I'll try to.

The pseudo-novel I'm writing is coming along slowly. Very, slowly. I'm up to 5000 words...only 45,000 to go! Yeah. Not happening. But I'll be sure to continue the story anyways, even after the deadline.

I wish I had the ability to freeze things the way I want them to stay. Like, today Scott, Antonio and I joined Claire and two of her friends for brunch as they passed by the city. It was super-good times, and it made me miss all the fun times I've had with Claire (Pussy-man et. al.). It made me wish I could see Claire more often...though we made plans to visit her on our way to Quebec City over reading week, so I guess that'll have to suffice. (This entry is going to be disjointed--so bare with me). And then tonight Antonio, Scott and I were looking at pictures from last year...and I so miss hanging out with Vanessa, Antonio, Al, Caron, Teresa...I spent so much time with them last year, and I had a blast, but this year...not so much. It sucks. And then at Ritual I spent time with Jason, and we reminisced about the fun times last year. And then last night Scott and I hung out with Meghan for a bit at the Goat...and more good times ensued. And then this year times spent with Eric, Lauren, Cindy, Katy, Gabrielle--

I just wish I could freeze different parts from different times, and then mash them all together to create my "super-life". Woudln't it be awesome? I think so. I'm going to try to do that.

fuck

I hate this--so much. I hate holding people back and I hate making them feel guilty. There's nothing I want more to be able to stop this--sadly I can't. Just...FUCK. I FUCKING HATE THIS AND WANT TO CRAWL INTO A HOLE AND HIDE FROM EVERYONE FOREVER.

Losing momentum, damnit

My story is getting worse by the minute, damnit. Oh, well.


It's funny how Hotmail gave everyone 250megs of more space, and their junkfilter seems to have decreased in quality.

OMFG

900 words into my story and I finally have a plot idea.

900 words down, 49,100 words to go in 29 days.

GIGGITY GIGGITY GIGGITY.

Laugh Out Loud

I was just thinking about how we were treated like as little kids (adults treating us like we're...well, children), and then BOASAS covers it quite nicely.

Also, today starts National Novel Writing Month--at least I think that's what it was called--and I have now 30 days to write a 50,000 word story. What the hell did I get myself into?