29.4.08

They can never truly kill us and we will never truly die.

I'm unable to update about my weekend as I didn't take any pictures, but I'm pretty sure every other single person i was with did-so once everyone else gets their shit up I'll steal enough of it to make a somewhat legitimate entry with my accounts of my trip.
In the mean time, I present 'God Bless America":
No more sidekick.
Vans Low-pros. Waffle soul for life.
best ever.


I should really try and sleep as i've got a horrible dizzying headache but i've got too much stuff to do. I'm on a cleaning/laundry spree right now. I'm still in road-trip mode and fuck I need a shower.

21.4.08

"I know I’ve been too good for you, and now all you do is wish"

Went to montreal on the weekend thanks to julia buying me a bus ticket. Overall I had a really great time. Ollie tattooed me. My arm is crazy swollen and looks huge.


Hope i can figure out a way to go away this weekend.
I need to figure out a way to be happy without always traveling.

9.4.08

Constant Improvement.

I wish i could just for once be satisfied with the way things are in my life. It's very difficult to live as someone who is never content-there is always room for something bigger, something better, and i'm determined to obtain it. On that note, I want to move into a new apartment. I'd do anything to live in a beautiful old building (montreal, new york helllo?) but toronto has a lack of them, especially if you're not ballin' out of control. And since my landlord keeps trying to sell my house-i'm paranoid of getting fucked over and having to live in a basement at pape and bloor or some shit. For fear of people stealing it, all i'm gunna say is :


7.4.08

Leaving my room only to celebrate that nothing's changed.


I don't know how much longer i can keep going on with only everyone else's interests in mind.
But there really isn't anything else to be said about it-maybe two weeks ago-but not now.

Not that it makes a difference, but I wouldn't do that.

6.4.08

nature is an archaic word that could never explain this mess.


Another piece from my 'creative life store'. I can't be bothered to post the rest of them since i'm sure no one cares anyway. I'm really ready to be finished with school for now. The one assignment given to us as a means to do whatever we want. To simply create something for ourselves, and i'm persecuted for not putting enough of 'myself' into it. If i created it with the intentions of only ever trying to please myself, and only making something that I wanted to make, i'm not really sure how i could have gone wrong. I feel like all i'm supposed to do is whatever it takes to get a good grade. Because my teacher's know more about me than i do, i'm sure. Anyway, kind of a crap scan as it's tapped inside a frame and i can't (easily) get it out. I'm really tired of going to school, and my job, and the people in this city, and the bars, and the streets, and how i have to look at the ground everywhere i go and how i never feel like i'm doing enough.

3.4.08

Too high to die.


I've had the pleasure of getting to see cursed (easily one of my favourite toronto bands) three times recently. Really glad about that. Also able to score a 58/60 poster at the sonic boom show-which almost makes up for the one at rotate that i've wanted forever. Also, got the sutures taken out of my mouth which feels much better. School should be over now. New link! Brandon (my roommate who i love nomnomnom) has a website now from which I stole this picture!

http://demarcopolo.com/