So far today...

One girl said that I was a bad person.

Another said that I was too nice to her.

Another got the post below written about her.

I wonder what all that means. I probably am a bad person. I take pleasure in the suffering of people that have wronged me and I'm going to dispute the too nice part, Just because I'm only mean to people who deserve it doesn't mean I am too nice, it just means that you've done nothing to deserve being stabbed in the front. Thats a good line, I miss the friend who thought of it.

I'm out of thoughts.

Will

Fly away until Chrismas

In four days one of my friends is flying away.

Far away to far middle west of Canada.

A land of unlimited opportunity, well oil, and farmland. Unfortunately some smarty dumbass working for not faming decided that it would be nice to dump millions of tons of water down these holes to get a little bit of lighter liquid to see out.

So in a land of oil and farmers, there is no water. Guess who is fucking whom.

Now I'm mad so back onto a topic that is happier.

Friendship is how our demographic survives. We are in that age where marriage is ahead of us, and pointless sham relationships are behind us. Well thats all that they were, back when we spoke of love when me meant lust and when we spoke of forever when we meant next semester, the relationships of the past are built on lies, but the innocent ones that when told are believed to be the truth by everyone involved in the telling and the listening.

Do 18 year olds know what forever is? So 21 year olds?

But some friends really are forever, the ones who make you laugh, who stand out as individuals, and the ones who with help with the shovels after any violently dramatic event.

So my friend is moving out to Alberta and she will be gone until Christmas, which means I'll miss seeing her, finding the bottom of bottles with her, throwing rocks at kids with her except for the fact that the last time I saw her pretty face was eighteen months ago.

But for some reason I still lover her and we still talk every week or so.

I guess I should talk about her for a moment, Kate is the kind of person that you keep around because you never know what she is going to do next. She is like mixing redbull with ADD. It also helps that what she thinks is funny and what I think is funny are generally the same thing, it also helps that she's fucking clever. Her appearance doesn't hurt her either. Call me shallow, because well I am, I met Kate because she was hot, and I was looking and instead of finding something I could use and discard, she shot me down into a burning fiery crash and I found a friend.

So back to Kate, she is a zodiac sign, she likes boys, hints at liking girls, likes long walks down to the place with the thing, is a tease and loves being in the centre of attention.

This one time she even let sponge bob slam her in the butt. True story.







See, I told you.


What did you expect to see her nekid? Cuddling with a cartoon character as any man would with Jessica Rabbit?



Kate is my friend, and she is going away, for six months and her trip with be an exciting learning experience where hopefully she will have the opportunity to drop kick a cow boy, crash a rodeo, find herself and to miss everyone she is leaving in Ontario.

It is a good think that she is coming back, if I was sentimental I would buy a bottle of wine to share with her when she returned, if I was a jerk I would pick it up 5 min before seeing her and just say that I bought it in June for her, and if I was trying to be all seductive like it would be a magnum bottle. That and I don't think she would forgive me if I showed up at her door with anything less then a gallon of booze.

So Kate if you actually read this, I'll see you in December for some adventures that are a bit more risky then the exploding keg and a bit less then showing your mom dirty pics over msn.

Will

Philosophy or Information?

When I write I write about what I am feeling, not about what I think or what I do.

I wonder...

...is what I am feeling more interesting then what I think? or what I do?

Should I expand what I write to include more or should I stay focused?

I guess I should really answer my own questions for myself because I am terrible at listening to what other people want.

Will

The Search for Meaning

As we live there are two types of people, people who are content to be themselves and people who search. I have a friend who is lost on a quest searching for herself. She is kind, smart, attractive and educated.

Yet she is confused because she is trying to get to know herself. She has spent so long trying to please others that she has to relearn how to do things for herself alone because she has forgotten what she likes. She could tell me what I like, and I am certain that she would be pretty much dead on the mark, but when it comes to what she wants she is lost.

She needs direction that comes from the inside, well everyone does, but she has realized that she had given up on listening to her internal direction and now she is struggling to find it again.

Most people are sheep, many pretend to be shepherds or wolves, and only a few are able to do things for their own reasons without succumbing to the flock mentality.
It is interesting to talk to her because her thought processes reveal how someone, anyone, can go form being a drone to being an individual.

Individuals are much more interesting, then objects and while objects are nice for a while an individual comes with thoughts and opinions and suprises and...

Individuals are better. I am glad my friend is finding her own way for the right reasons.

Will

Writing Hurts

When we write we are accountable to ourselves in a way that is unique and emotionally draining.

Writing is taking a piece of yourself and throwing it out there for consumption.

Writing is the best way to avoid depression and the best way to become depressed.

I wrote about a friend, all in generics all under 100 words and I am too burnt out to type up what I wrote.

I don't even know if I will publish it. I don't know if what I think is right.

I'll wait an see if she is curious. MSN me if you think you are the subject. Until then what I wrote stays on the pad of paper.

Will

Superpower

I have this feeling that everyone has a superpower, some skill that they posses, that helps make life better for the people around them.

It is complicated though, none of us can fly, or has heat-vision or magikal pwerz. But we all have skills that allow us to influence others in ways that people can't manage on their own.

I don't know where this is going where I want to be is discussing how for some reason I will always know if someone will succeed in life. I don't know what it is, a sixth sense, voodoo, psychic powers no idea. But I can meet someone and in five minutes I will know with absolute faith where they are headed. So I guess that is my superpower, even though it doesn't work on myself, it is a useful skill to have.

Because there is nothing like being able to tell someone with absolute conviction that they will do good.

May Sweeps

The way advertising revenue is calculated for networks is by having ratings calculated during two periods in the year. Sweeps month, is what they are called. All of the good shows have the best episodes, cliffhangers are setup and resolved and audiences watch with baited breath to see the resolution to plot threads and the unveiling of mysteries.

May sweeps is the worst, the best time of year to be out of the house and all the good shows have their finales and all we are left with is reruns and reality TV to tide us over until September. Bastards. Why must the creative minds compete, I'm certain that if I was to watch an hour of TV every night I would be able to see every episode of every show that I consider worthy of dedicating my time too. But no I have to choose. I need to pay attention to all of the crap on TV to see the few glimpses of quality that I need and desire. Thats it I'm getting a TiVo or whatever those HDD TV recorders are called, no more of my time is to be dedicated to me deciphering the TV schedule, no I will watch what I want when I wantand I will ignore the rest of the pablum that is filling the airwaves.

I'm out.

Will

No Such Title

Something something Blog.

I guess I'm a blogger.

Wait say it with a drawl, as if it is being dragged out for a dramatic climax that doesn't arrive.

Wow a tangent, climaxes that don't arrive. Thats a nice mental image.

When people envision an unresolved climax they see (and by they I mean I) a woman post coitus having a smoke digging batteries out of her night stand drawer.

I hope those batteries are rechargeable otherwise her boyfriend is ruining the environment.

But thats ok I damage the environment too, just in other non sexual ways, don't question me I am offering no proof.


I am out of topic...

...wait the environment.

Why my carbon footprint is above average.

My taxes pay for a public transit system that I am unable to use.
My taxes also pay for water utilities and sewage utilities that I don't use.
My house is 3000 square feet, and I have a garage, and six more.
My house also has a storage building, a shed, a workshop, a a gardening room and a motorcycle room.
My house has a backup house 100 feet away.
I have driven to the backup house.
I have a car made in 1970, and another one just in case.
In fact there are more cars on this property then their are people.
I am thinking about buying three more cars.
I have a tractor for fun.
And for mowing 4 acres of lawn, so I can go camping without being away from home.
There are other things, but I am tried of taking about how I could be doing better to save the environment. I already feel like a hippy.

It is only nine pm and I am ready for bed.

I wonder if it is my bodies way of recovering from not sleeping over the 24, or for having to grow a new liver after this last event.

The 24 was awesome btw, so awesome I will be having camping parties all summer, because it is nearly criminal to not appreciate good weather.

I'm out, the bed beckons.

Will

Slightly drunk philosophy warning

Like the title says I'm a little buzzed and when I am in perfect state of drunkenness I find it easier to write as if it is a data dump as opposed to a rational well thought out and reviewed argument.

When I do this my spelling sucks and I have a tendency to need a serious proofreading once it is done.

Religion, relationships and trust.

I think they all boil down to the same thing. Faith.

I'm not discussing faith in a religious belief in the bible and the word of god and in the institution sense, I am discussing faith in the belief without proof sense.

Religion is based on a higher power that we have faith in.

In a relationship it is called being faithful to one another. It is very complicated and hard to describe the way faith builds relationships but as a rule a relationship is built on faith in an individual that is reciprocated.

Trust is different then a relationship. Where a relationship (or at least a healthy one) involves two people who faith in each others actions and trust in one another trust is simpler. Trust involved things happening in a manner that you would expect. I trust that a compulsive liar never has a reason to lie. I trust that my car will start. I trust that people will fit into the sterio types that I paint for them. Positive and negative.

In most cases when your faith is broken it is like an emotional trauma. When a relationship collapses there is a trauma, blame is passed around, at fist the other person is blamed. Then your replacement is blamed. Then you blame yourself and then you have to crawl and find your way out of the trauma because if you don't you will never trust again.

Yet there are times when it is pleasant to have to face a moment of broken faith. When someone turns out to be better then you expected is the best example I can think of. It can be anything, but examples elude me. Actually I just can't say it without sharing far to much personal information about people who I owe a debt of trust too.

Ah faith, if you didn't exist we would have nothing.

Thats it fro now, my buzz is wearing off and I am starting to second guess what I am writing.

Will

Number Too

That was for you Tania.


That's it your 15 min are up now get back to MAing.

The may 24 is coming up this weekend, the 15, 16, 17, 18, and 19th will be spend in a drunken haze in Celebration of Queen Victoria's birthday. So I am drinking for five days all under the guise of being patriotic, sames goes for St. Patty's day where I drink to support the Irish, I guess I need a very weak excuse to to go overboard and beat up my liver. It's all in the name of fun and I suppose that is what matters.

Will

Numer one

Well this is my second Blog account, my first is a livejournal at the similarly titled kindalas.livejournal.com unfortunately I have matured since I had started my livejournal and while many of the tings I have written are funny, introspective, or inspirational they do not reflect how I now feel and what I now believe.

So to a fresh start

Will