"They are Night Zombies! The are Neighbours! They Have Come Back From the Dead!! Ahhhhh!"

Above: Perhaps one of the strangest song titles I have ever seen.

At some point, when I wasn't paying attention, my hobbies and my career fused together. Now I can't tell when I'm doing something out of pleasure or doing it out of necesity. This isn't bad just strange. Any comments or ideas?

If anybody is interested in some fun new music (or had a desire to buy me a gift), here are some band's I have been listening to recently:

1) Neutral Milk Hotel - Airplane over the Sea
2) The Most Serene Republic - Underwater Cinemotograher
3) Sufjan Stevens - Illinois
4) My Morning Jacket - Z
5) Bright Eyes - I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning
6) Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - Self Titled

Ps. I got a 90% in my Orchestration course. boo yah.

Cheers!

!!!I'm Officially Done 25% of my Graduate Coursework!!!!!!

"see above"

"Make Every insignificance a Sign"

I think it's pretty amazing in general that even after months and years of not seeing people it's pretty easy to slip into old habits. People are essentially the same every year, more mature, but at the core of it all, the people I knew in high school are still there.

This weekend was sort of a "BHS class of 2000/2001/2002 Re-union" for my little social circle. We've all gone different directions, but for Saturday night it wasn't all that different from what it was back in the 90's (except that we were at a bar and drinking alcohol legally). It's also the first time since the parties of 562 that I've stayed out past 3am (grad school has apparently made me lame).

It all got me thinking though about how important the years that comprise are young adulthood must be. People I haven't seen in 6 years still have some significance. The experience we have between the ages of 15 and... Let's say 25.... Must make up a pretty large part of our personality. The moments we spend, and the people we spend it with, define the way in which we must view the world.

Proving that I'm still the same person as I was.... Girls are wonderful but when it comes to "courtship" I'm still as confused as I was at 15.

... f*&k.

My Hotel Year

This is not a long story. In the end Donny got his wish and he did get shot - over a very stupid drug deal that imploded in a China-town parking lot - twice in the back of the head and once in the back. I ended up having to identify the body as nobody knew where his family was or who they were. I guess his salmon jumped out of the river and onto the land and the river itself flows on.

I left the hotel shortly thereafter and, very soon after that, I fell in love. Love was frightening and it hurt - not only during, but afterward - when I fell out of love. But that is another story.

I would like to fall in love again but my only hope is that love doesn't happen to me so often after this. I don't want to get so used to falling in love that I get curious to experience something more extreme - what-ever that may be.

"January 8th, 8:38pm, EST.... From here on out I type without a script...."

"see if anything comes of it..."
"instead of my old shit."

Can you name the show?

So it's a few hours before I go to sleep and tomorrow, Grad school 2nd term restarts with my least favourite course, baroque fugue. It's not that I dislike listening to Baroque Fugue... But I don't really enjoy creating it. I especially don't enjoy having to create it for marks... But that's besides the point. I just can't believe that's already 2nd term. It seems like just yesterday I had just moved to London, and it only seems like mere days since I quit work and flew to Vancouver, and only maybe a week since I had convocation and spent the summer drinking wine with Haley. I guess I just wanted to remark upon how fast time flys. It seems in the last year that things seems to be happening faster and faster all the time. It feels like everything is coming up so fast. It wont' be long before I'm 24... And that's kind of freaky in a way. On the other hand... I couldn't care less.

The whole passage of time makes me happy though because it won't be long till summer is back again. I'll be done classes, friends will be around, and, hopefully, I'll be gainfully employed with the CBC. I spent about 2 hours Friday night redoing my resume and making up a cover letter to send off to the CBC. I've been listening to it so much lately, and I just feel like working there would be fantastic. Even if I'm only in the mailroom to start it could to lead to so many interesting opportunities both within the CBC and with the arts community in general in Toronto. Actually the mailroom or the archives wouldn't be so bad.. I could just sort stuff with my headphones on and generally spend my work day zoned out... Ah zoning out....So theoretically, I may be moving to Toronto this summer, and perhaps permanently depending on the nature of my job with the CBC (if I get one). Since classes are over, staying in London doesn't seem entirely necessary as I only need to be here one day a week to do my thesis.

Anyways, it's almost time for Family Guy and American Dad... Part of my 2 hour break from the tediousness of editing my string and orchestra parts for my upcoming readings in a week... I can't wait to hear them and validate the feeling of increased skill I've had recently...Or the crushing weight of failure... eek.