Happy towel day everyone.
Another month and i am still alive. Still don't know why the hell i came back to Invermere. Very poor, very lonely. Going to visit Liz in 9 days, to say i'm excited is an understatement.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Another mounth has passed...yes i am alive.
Semesters done, did well in most of my classes (failed German i'll be retaking that in september) home for the summer, work hard keep my mind and hands busy, we'll see how well Liz and I handle a bit of distance.
Quit smoking for all of two weeks now, hard to keep it up when your reason for quitting isn't around.
Realizing how few people are back for the summer...bastards.
until next time, go canucks go, come visit me in Invy i'm lonely.
chriis
Semesters done, did well in most of my classes (failed German i'll be retaking that in september) home for the summer, work hard keep my mind and hands busy, we'll see how well Liz and I handle a bit of distance.
Quit smoking for all of two weeks now, hard to keep it up when your reason for quitting isn't around.
Realizing how few people are back for the summer...bastards.
until next time, go canucks go, come visit me in Invy i'm lonely.
chriis
Sunday, March 22, 2009
a hoi hoi
Well i figure it's bee a month less a day, might as well let the pplz of the internet know if i'm alive or not.
I am.
Not much else is new, trekking along at school, trying to line up work for the summer. Been seeing a great girl, Liz, for a little over a month now...kinda don't want the semester to end, oh well burn that bridge when i come to it. Hope everyone is well, sorry i've been terrible at comunicating this semester.
So yeah...life goes, i'm very happy, very busy, hopefully see everyone soon.
<3
chriis.
I am.
Not much else is new, trekking along at school, trying to line up work for the summer. Been seeing a great girl, Liz, for a little over a month now...kinda don't want the semester to end, oh well burn that bridge when i come to it. Hope everyone is well, sorry i've been terrible at comunicating this semester.
So yeah...life goes, i'm very happy, very busy, hopefully see everyone soon.
<3
chriis.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
tales of the worst blogger ever
Yeah...should have seen this coming, i got bored and realized that i can be much more affective talking to a person rather then myself/the internetz.
I will post the occasional random musings (probably more frequently during exam week again)and if there are any major life changes that i don't want disseminated via the grape vine you can fact check here.
that said, i caught myself saying something today which really didn't make any sense. "things are going according to plan". Normal enough saying except i don't have a plan. Like not even a rough outline of a plan. Unless play it by ear counts.
Which got me thinking about something else, i am TERRIBLE at catching body language and reading between the lines...my plan(if you can call it that) of playing it by ear and feeling my way along is doomed from the start.
Anyways, in the spirit of the saying if not the grammar, things are going according to plan. Not by grace of my planning or natural ability, so my thinking at the end of the day is that i shouldn't think about life too much or i may jinx whatever it is i got going for me.
anyways all the best to whoevers reading this out there, talk to sooner i hope.
I will post the occasional random musings (probably more frequently during exam week again)and if there are any major life changes that i don't want disseminated via the grape vine you can fact check here.
that said, i caught myself saying something today which really didn't make any sense. "things are going according to plan". Normal enough saying except i don't have a plan. Like not even a rough outline of a plan. Unless play it by ear counts.
Which got me thinking about something else, i am TERRIBLE at catching body language and reading between the lines...my plan(if you can call it that) of playing it by ear and feeling my way along is doomed from the start.
Anyways, in the spirit of the saying if not the grammar, things are going according to plan. Not by grace of my planning or natural ability, so my thinking at the end of the day is that i shouldn't think about life too much or i may jinx whatever it is i got going for me.
anyways all the best to whoevers reading this out there, talk to sooner i hope.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
The winds of change
This winter so far has not been cold in Newfoundland...but it has been windy. Today, especilly so. Which brought two thoughts to my frost bitten mind:
Firstly, you've all seen small children wearing wearing an adult t-shirt, for whatever reason. They look mildly ridiculous...but in a cute way, the shirt hanging down to their feet, flaring out to their fingertips like some kind of cape. A CAPE!! When i walked home today the wind damn near knocked me over and i m (give or take) 175lbs. That could easily knock over a child. Better yet, with a little bit of courage and creativity, that kind of wind could knock over a child. Well, knocking over is not much fun...well actually it is, but it gets boring after a while. That brings be back to the cape idea.
Perhaps a better word would be kite. If i were to attach a belt and length of rope to a small child's waist wearing one of those aforementioned oversized shirts, i am very confident that they could fly. I miss flying kites and i remember that you actually need very little wind to keep one of those afloat. With the vicious winds that i am currently experiencing i may have found a silver lining and inexhaustable source of entertainment.
Less contrivesailly, i am also torn in such an environment between contact lenses and glasses.
I wear a scarff in thiese wind storms, which redirects my breath on to my glasses lenses and fogs them up, blinding me. However if i wear contacts the moist exposed plastic will harden and become most uncomfortable for the rest of the day. No vision assistance is not an option because i am fairly blind without them and it is hazerdous terrain between here and home.
What is a guy to do?
Well, my suggestion when you get bogged down and frusterated with dilemas like this is quite simple...lets go fly a child, up clo-se to a mile, lets go fly a child.
Firstly, you've all seen small children wearing wearing an adult t-shirt, for whatever reason. They look mildly ridiculous...but in a cute way, the shirt hanging down to their feet, flaring out to their fingertips like some kind of cape. A CAPE!! When i walked home today the wind damn near knocked me over and i m (give or take) 175lbs. That could easily knock over a child. Better yet, with a little bit of courage and creativity, that kind of wind could knock over a child. Well, knocking over is not much fun...well actually it is, but it gets boring after a while. That brings be back to the cape idea.
Perhaps a better word would be kite. If i were to attach a belt and length of rope to a small child's waist wearing one of those aforementioned oversized shirts, i am very confident that they could fly. I miss flying kites and i remember that you actually need very little wind to keep one of those afloat. With the vicious winds that i am currently experiencing i may have found a silver lining and inexhaustable source of entertainment.
Less contrivesailly, i am also torn in such an environment between contact lenses and glasses.
I wear a scarff in thiese wind storms, which redirects my breath on to my glasses lenses and fogs them up, blinding me. However if i wear contacts the moist exposed plastic will harden and become most uncomfortable for the rest of the day. No vision assistance is not an option because i am fairly blind without them and it is hazerdous terrain between here and home.
What is a guy to do?
Well, my suggestion when you get bogged down and frusterated with dilemas like this is quite simple...lets go fly a child, up clo-se to a mile, lets go fly a child.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
The weirdness of it all
Some times life just throws a curveball at you doesn't it?
I recently started to study a new play in one of my drama class (Ibsen's A doll house) so i had been thinking about the issue of inequality within marriages. Objectifaction, possessiveness, genuineness, etc. And then twice in my day to day life i got a chance to observe this sort of thing first hand.
I'm usually a pretty anti-social person...actually probably more elitist than anti-social, but either way i don't go out much. So today was anomalous, i had two things planned, lunch with one friend, coffee with another later on. Both times the friends boyfriend/girlfriend showed up as well...you can't exactly tell them to fuck off so it was the three of us.
Anyways, in one relationship animal names like kitten/songbird/etc were used in a very affectionate way. Which seemed weird to me...i always find animal names demeaning and inappropriate. But that's just me, they seemed to be an accepted norm in relationship example number one.
In the second unplanned test case, the same kind of nams were used but seemed to be much less endearing. Not an overly healthy relationship to begin with, but the non-verbal response to hose particular names seemed to be particularily negative. Vindicating my belief that such names are not sweet.
Does it depend on the relationship? can animal names be used lovingly? Where do you draw the line? is Squirell afectionate?
Personally, i think they are always wrong and that the otherwise unhealthy relationship where such terms were a sore point was actully a healthier and more acurae portrayl of male-female relations. Am i way off base her? Obviously i am not a woman, i can only guess (poorly i might add) what is in there heads. But i personally NEVER use such terms and can not imagine reacting kindly to my boyfriend if he refered to me in that way.
Anyways, back to the origianl point. It's kinda wierd that on the occasion that i started studying a play in which i was writing on this topic, i had two examples of it crop up in my otherwise uneventful personal life.
And while i'm at the key board...who is the third wheel in those types of situations? Usually the singel guy/girl hanging out with the couple is the third wheel, but if i have plans with someone and there botfriend/girlfriend shows up uninvited i feel like there intruding on my time with the person and that they are the third wheel, not me.
I recently started to study a new play in one of my drama class (Ibsen's A doll house) so i had been thinking about the issue of inequality within marriages. Objectifaction, possessiveness, genuineness, etc. And then twice in my day to day life i got a chance to observe this sort of thing first hand.
I'm usually a pretty anti-social person...actually probably more elitist than anti-social, but either way i don't go out much. So today was anomalous, i had two things planned, lunch with one friend, coffee with another later on. Both times the friends boyfriend/girlfriend showed up as well...you can't exactly tell them to fuck off so it was the three of us.
Anyways, in one relationship animal names like kitten/songbird/etc were used in a very affectionate way. Which seemed weird to me...i always find animal names demeaning and inappropriate. But that's just me, they seemed to be an accepted norm in relationship example number one.
In the second unplanned test case, the same kind of nams were used but seemed to be much less endearing. Not an overly healthy relationship to begin with, but the non-verbal response to hose particular names seemed to be particularily negative. Vindicating my belief that such names are not sweet.
Does it depend on the relationship? can animal names be used lovingly? Where do you draw the line? is Squirell afectionate?
Personally, i think they are always wrong and that the otherwise unhealthy relationship where such terms were a sore point was actully a healthier and more acurae portrayl of male-female relations. Am i way off base her? Obviously i am not a woman, i can only guess (poorly i might add) what is in there heads. But i personally NEVER use such terms and can not imagine reacting kindly to my boyfriend if he refered to me in that way.
Anyways, back to the origianl point. It's kinda wierd that on the occasion that i started studying a play in which i was writing on this topic, i had two examples of it crop up in my otherwise uneventful personal life.
And while i'm at the key board...who is the third wheel in those types of situations? Usually the singel guy/girl hanging out with the couple is the third wheel, but if i have plans with someone and there botfriend/girlfriend shows up uninvited i feel like there intruding on my time with the person and that they are the third wheel, not me.
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