George

Yesterday a funny man died.

I'm not laughing.

Hobbies

Like all people, or at least the ones who count I have hobbies.

However mine fall into a wide range of areas. I don't really know how the rest of the world's hobbies spread themselves out but mine are over a spread.

So my quick and dirty list.

History, economics, politics, world events and geography.

Books, mystery, fiction, fantasy and sci-fi.

RPGs, writing, storytelling.

Cars, racing, building, restoring, engines and stuff.

Camping, drinking, parties, women, fun and stuff.

Thinking.

Thats a lot of spread, a wide variety of things. This blog has been pretty much about being self aware and expressing my thoughts in their liquid form. I should start other blogs to discuss some of my other hobbies. I have one that I have had for ages that I had stopped updating that I should revisit.

If our personalities define us, and make us individuals, then what are our interests?

Filler? A way to push away boredom? The safe answer would be that they are a part of us, of our individuality. I don't like the safe answer.

Safe is not as fun.

If more people had it, it would be better.

Some things in life are universal.

Some things are not.

And some should.

Being positive is hard. We define everything by what we are not, we find flaws to fix, problems with our neighbours, our friends, acquaintances, well everything and anything.


But being positive lets us appreciate what is around up and what good is in that place. The grass is green, leaves are out, trees are tall, sky is blue, house is big, bar is stocked, car is green, but...

...see I'm finding fault, being negative acting in my nature.

Being positive is hard.

But I work at it, because it is important to see the good.

Will

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