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Keeping one eye on the door
While the other's fixed on your hips
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know..
I'm just what you've been looking for
But I can't stay still
Long enough to open up to you

Abandon those you need
Abandon those I need

Been looking for
The great escape
On some back road

Been looking for
The great escape
On some back road

And the spots in my eyes
Mean I am slowly going blind

I'm an ocean that nothing floats on

October 13? Seriously? That was quite awhile ago..

I don't post much these days. I have not really felt the need to, but for once I'm in the mood to. I was just playing my guitar and I really fucking feel like I have not been playing it enough. I was watching clips of my good friend Aaron playing his guitar and looping it and jamming to with drums and stuff on youtube, and it really hit me just how much I miss the music. So I picked up my own guitar and stumbled through some stuff, it's starting to sound decent again. At least compared with what it did say, earlier this week. I'm also sort of working on new tune. Some rough lyrics for it are as follows:

I've been letting the scene go by . without thinking . I'm driving too fast . trees blur rushing past . so I let off on the accelerator . press down the brake . but something else is happening . with every mistake .

I'm looking for the great escape . on some back road
I'm looking for the great escape . on some back road

I'll finish that soon I hope.

Work is really slowing down this time of year, so I should have a lot more time to myself..and hopefully a lot more energy. I quit smoking..and I've quit drinking for the month of January. Honestly I feel a lot better. Way better.

Christmas was good, the family is getting away from large amounts of gift-giving, which is cool with me. I've always been a proponent of spending less at Christmas. It makes you appreciate those around you a lot more. Spent New Year's at Tiffany's, with her family. She really is a sweet and beautiful girl.

I miss having a kitty.

Reconnecting with my hobbies is my new mission. Fucking working full time consumes me.
Bah! No More!

Recent Albums Spinning In Circles: Brand New, Sigur Ros, Under Byen, Bon Iver, Hey Rosetta

Sleeping Amongst The Trees, Breathe In And Out Through The Leaves

Creatures of destruction.



Oh boy, once again I've left this poor 'lil blog in the dust whilst the wheels of my life speed me off into the sunset.

I'll start with more recent news, which is the celebrations of Thanksgiving. I saw a lot of family, a lot of friends. It was great to see everybody again. I happily ate all the parts of the meal which did not consist of meat, and I was entirely satisfied! I got to see my Neice, babies turn into people real fast. A month goes by, and she becomes a new person. Scary.

Besides my little journey into Ingersoll this past weekend I've been here in Toronto almost exclusively. I work a lot. I just got a raise actually. They must like me, or maybe they just figure they need me.

I have had a few little journeys up to Sauble Beach area though with my good friends Aaron and Tyson and a certain lady friend. It was amazing to get away for a few days and unwind. I needed it.

And yes, I have been seeing a girl. I'm pretty sure she's the sweetest thing in existence. She occupies my thoughts constantly.

"She's Standing Alone Cuz She Can't See Me By Her Side"

It's kind of funny sometimes how I use this blog. When something truly profound is happening, I tend not to update. When I'm bored, that's when I update.

Well, a lot has happened. Much worthy of an update. I broke up with my girlfriend. Since we lived together this was a very complex and uncomfortable situation. I have been staying with some friends for the past month or so who have been gracious enough to open their doors to me. I'm moving into my new apartment at the end of the month, which is actually in just a week.

So how about that, it's been a month since it all happened. I'm finally putting it in here now. Maybe at the time I was worried about putting an entry in that was too emotional and vivid. Maybe I didn't know what to say. Maybe I never do.

Fitter. Happier. More Productive.

There's so much that is different now. I'm sinking into this new city. I'm settling into this new lifestyle.

Today I started a new job. I'm delivering for a local brewery here in Toronto, Amsterdam. So if you're ever in the city enjoying some Amsterdam on tap, thank me. Mail me a cheque maybe? Just for fun? I will also accept joints as thanks.

Anyways, it's a pretty decent job. Better than my previous one. Very physical work. I'm enjoying physical work these days though.

It seems like maybe this summer I won't be able to do all that much besides work, unfortunately. I think I may attempt to travel somewhere in the fall..I'll try and recruit a friend or two and get away somewhere on a little roadtrip. Oh, how I love roadtrips. On the brightside, once I am experienced enough I'll be able to go outside the city on some delivery runs. Peterborough is one destination I'm told we have.

Anyways, such domestic nonsense. No one cares about my work. I wish I had some interesting philosophical things to say. Perhaps I could expel some theories. Illuminate some new plane of thought. Instead all I can think about is driving around Toronto in a van delivering beer.

I actually am working with an old friend of mine at my one job. He's from Ingersoll. Small world. So I've been over there and spent some time hanging out with him, and another old friend of mine that he lives with. At their place - in the common room - they have these old typewriters. I've decided that I love typewriters. I've decided that I'm buying one. The physical act of pressing each key and the mechanical response that it creates makes it much easier to write. To form thoughts. I'm able to write paragraph after paragraph with them. Beginning soon I'm going to start hunting for one. I'll search every obscure shop in this town until I find one.

And then pages of nonsense will finally have an outlet through which they can pour out of my mind.

Music:
The White Birch