Well, it's been a while since I've posted anything....or really even been to this site....anyway, I've been working like a crazy man, but, I quit! Wooo. Well I still have one of my jobs, but that's only on weekends.

Now I've got enough money saved fer school, so all is well.

Anyway, recently I went camping out in central Ontario and took some pictures there. Enjoy.

That voice was ringing in my ears! So I got one.

I went to an agency, filled out some forms, passed some tests, then I was employed at some warehouse movin boxes.

This was two weeks ago. Suddenly, there was an income!

But, alas, it was a temporary position...the warehouse has no more work for me to do (seriously, I guess I sort boxes too fast or something). But who knows, maybe the agency will call me come Monday and I'll have another warehouse job or something similar somewhere else. Cha ching motherfuckers, cha ching.

So what am I going to do with all this incomming income? Well, I'll be saving it for school (I got accepted to Laurier and will be moving to Waterloo in September) and then maybe I'll get myself a brand freakin new digital slr camera! Fuck ya!

Woo. Money.

In other developments:
Rhythm and Noise is my latest band. It started last night on a whim of a new recording program. It's all completely improvised. It's fun as hell. Check it here at Purevolume [link] and here at everyone's favourite myspace [link]

Pictures and more info will be up on both soon. Afterall, it just started last night. So far, the purevolume one has more songs on it. Enjoy and tell me what you think. Honestly, I think it's stupid as hell but so much fun. Ignore the poor sound quality as there is only one mic.

I got back from Chicago the other day from a model United Nations debate thing...it was alright. The city was not what I had imagined it would be. Class is visible by skin colour. Anyway, I took some pictures of the architecture and also visited the Shedd Aquarium thing and got some fun pictures of all sorts of aquatic life. Enjoyo.

Well, I've started my own blog where I can write and bitch about things and maybe make a joke or two and YOU, yes you, can read it! I know you wanna! I have named it The Medium. Not the size, but singular for "media."

Sure, I could write it here. But the Blogspot is much more organized. Anyway, enjoy!


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Oh, and I know there are so many of you!

Here I am, again, 6:08 am, filling out one of my monthly journals.

Anyway, I haven't been on the computer much in the last couple weeks. I haven't really done too much. So I will write it out!

Christmas came and went. It was good. I had fun. I ate turkey. Me like turkey. I got some nice gifts, including a dog that humps yer leg and the first season of Kenny vs Spenny.

Then came boxing day, the joyous holiday in Canada following the day of the birth of the baby Sekhmet where the entire world is destroyed then rebuilt. Anyway, boxing day is like the Girls Gone Wild videos. Without the nudity. And the girls. It's Consumers Gone Wild! WOOO. I used a gift certificate and got some movies - Airplane!, Dracula (Brooks' version), and some Dave Chappelle movie about getting stoned that I can't remember the name of. Good times.

I saw the Chronicles of Narnia. It was ok.

Then, I worked! Worked, worked, worked, oh dreadful work, waking up every morning 4 hours before dawn, going to bed every night 7 hours before dawn (the second part was my fault). There was a nifty little tournement in my neck of the woods. Nobody timekeeps like I do. Nobody.

Somewhere in the midst of working and sleeping and partying like 2005 was going out of style, I had my own hockey tournement to play. It was fun. We made it to the finals, yet sadly lost. We were winning going into the third period, but by that time the alcohol chased by Red Bulls had worn off, and we started to suck.

Then it was New Years Fucking Eve. Yes, it was.

I don't remember what I did during the day. I'm relatively sure I jammed with my band. I figured out a fun way to play the George of the Jungle theme on bass. I hardly ever play bass. We got some other cool riffs. My job (for some reason I will never comprehend) is vocals. Lyrics, come to me!

Then, the night came, the assortment of alcohol busted out, and the lonely band and I drank the night away, playing video games and instruments. We tabbed out the Zelda theme.

The fun only started when the lady on keys and lead guitarists girlfriend threw up all over the place. Cleaning is even more fun when you're wasted.

So we stayed up all night cleaning, then we started philosophizin' bout time and molecular probabilities and other such things. Good night/morning.

But, alas, 2005 was over! According to most people whom I've communicated with 2005 was a shitty year. A year of loss, broken hearts, empty wallets, failures, broken bones, sickness, tiredness -- it was bleak and dreary, like the darkest nights on a November evening in Wales.

For me, 2005 was in the middle. Shit happened, other shit didn't. It's not like 30 years from now, I'll look back and remember 2005 specifically. Unless it involves politics or something.

But people see 2006 as starting anew! A blank slate, however it's said in latin. People look forward to clear skies, warm temperatures, and swimming pools in every backyard.

Good relationships, smiles of laughter, a good song or two; it all seems to be within reach for everyone. So goodluck to those who want it. To those who need it, perservere.

End New Years shpeal.

After that weekend, things moved relatively slow. I went out nightly, watched movies, and made love to my hand. Nothing special.

I had 3 photoshoots to do. None of them are done. I absolutely need to do them for if I don't then the world will end.

Oh, my brothers and sisters, I almost forgot one last thing. I saw the Producers (twice). Go see it if you have any sense in comedy. That is all.