So funny and somewhat strange to click on the calendar button and find eight years of ramblings, thoughts, bitching, happy stuff, boyfriends, roommates, drugs, school, work, and craziness.

I've changed a lot. Even in how I write I've noticed a difference. Okay boy, leave it alone. More to come.

I'm also extremely happy to report that I haven't smoked a cigarette in two+ weeks. I've also been off the patch for a week, and so far drinking, gambling, and illicit substances have not swayed me. I'm feeling good about this. Thought I'd brag, I'm proud of myself.

The singer, Justin Nozuka is how I'd like to start out this blog. He's got a great voice, reminds me of a soulful busty black woman's voice trapped in a thin boy. Anyway.

School has started up recently, going pretty well. Not long ago I switched my major from German to Fine Arts. I have yet to decide on what I'd like to do for sure, but I'm leaning towards ceramics and sculpture. Maybe I'll just do it all. Needless to say, anyone who has ever read my journal probably already knows this. Specifics - let's see. I'm taking quite a bit this semester. I've been fairly balanced for time, but homo-work assignments keep me from getting into too much trouble.
I'm taking two ceramics classes, both pretty sweet. We have a new professor which is nice, our last teacher is on sabbatical (lucky), so she was somewhat signed out for my first classes. One class was supposed to be advance throwing but ended up being whatever we wanted. We have people throwing and sculpting. Preferrably, I'd be doing both, but I just don't have the multi-tasking ability with my other classes. In this class I'm making something of a global satire. A dung beetle (scarab) pushing around a globe, which I'll be covering in mud. To me it kind of feels like a joint message of rebirth (the Egyptian lore of the scarab/dung beetle pushing the sun over the horizon), and a warning for us earth people not to treat our place of residency with disdain (hippyish, I know). My other ceramics class is kiln building, and god damn if I'm not glad I dropped weightlifting on the first day. Lots of lifting bricks involved, scraping bricks on the sidewalk to clean them off, moving bricks, moving bricks back, removing bricks, rearranging bricks. Heavy duty stuff, but I enjoy it. And when I'm done and someday in the future when I have my own place, I can build my own kiln. Sweetness.
In my sculpture class, we are preparing for an iron pour. Right now we're starting small (it's Sculpture I after all) making hood ornaments. More satirical stuff (perhaps my bent?), for this one I'm making a gasoline can pouring out hundred dollar bills. I'm still trying to figure out how I can make this idea work, it needs to be smaller than a grapefruit. I appreciate ideas and critiques by the way. I promise I'll put up some pictures when I'm done.
Shit, I'm sorry this is such a long post. I just have the words in my head and need a place to put them. I wish I knew how to put a little link so you don't have to go through the whole thing.
Deal with it.
Painting I is nice so far, I have my drawing teacher from last year who is a totally righteous babe. Doesn't play on my team though (she's not a guy). Damn. In this class we're working on a few things. I'm learning how to stretch canvas, which is pretty cool. I always thought you just bought it. We're also working on a few other things. One still life that we're doing in class (and quick thing, using a new type of paints, a slow-drying acrylic. Works a lot like oil paint, sweet, but f-ing expensive) which is nice, I hate painting with other people though, I like the relaxation. Which is probably why our other project is 16 - 5" paintings. These 16 are broken down into four groups, one triadic colours, one analagous, one complimentary, and one set focusing on depth. These four categories need to be related somehow as well, like four sets in a set. I had a hell of a time coming up with an idea, but in the end, decided to keep it simple. I ended up starting with an astrological bent. I've always wanted to paint up my own chart, so I scoped out the internet (I'm not sure legit that is, but I'm making my own creative interpretation, so I'm sure it's fine. If anybody thinks differently, I'd love to know before I get too deep), found some great pics on Google, and sketched out ideas for the 12 signs and then four elements. Yet again, I'll try and post some pics when it's done.
Let's see, as if this weren't long enough - my Art Crit class is great, lot's of arguing, which I love. I'm also taking my Writing Proficiency Assessment next Friday, it's going to be on reality TV and plastic surgery. Should be interesting.

Oh god, I am loathing how much I've written. What a waste of space. My brain is a bit better now, less pressure on it. I should send my mom a link to this, I don't think I ever gave her a Christmas card.

I'll continue with the catching up later. Right now I need to refresh.

Well, I can't say that I was entirely ready for the cold to come. Last winter we were nice and toasty into September. Right now, I'm huddled in a bathrobe and a blanket in front of my space heater, and August is not even over.

I'm on my way to do laundry and read right now. If anybody is interested in keeping me company - by all means. I have about seven loads to wash and dry and fold.

And school is back! In a mere two entries, how wild. Got a killer class schedule this semester, no Fridays, no school before ten or twelve, and out by four or six. Aside from the two days a week I'm scheduled to work, I should have a fairly decent chance to catch up on some life. This time of year is the best - I have far more free time during the school year than I would in the summer.

I'm quitting smoking again. Still, I mean. I started on the patch a few days ago, kind of fun, I'm not sure why I haven't used it before. Aside from the square of sensitivity where I sticker myself and the crazy very psylocibin(sp?)-like dreams they are hardly noticeable.

Let's see, classes: I'm taking two ceramics classes. One advanced throwing and sculpture, and the other a kiln building class. A sculpture class (hopefully to work on some glass). Painting, Art Crit, and I'm also knocking out my Writing Proficiency Assessment too. Bleh. Ultimately I'd like to have my BFA with dual options in ceramics and sculpture and a minor in German. Thank god that the homework is manageable. This year.

I'm off to make coffee and finish getting ready for my day. to be continued.

The school year is almost over - which doesn't explain why I'm sitting on my couch rather than in class right now. Perhaps the crazy strong drinks I had last night account for part of it.

It's been a fairly interesting week, normally I'm a happy little crab hiding away in my shell of an apartment, but something different is happening. I've recovered from a bit of my shell shock. I've been going out more, been hanging out with more people, new people, different people. Talking to people. This may not sound like big news to LJ land, but believe me - in the scope of my world, it's huge. I rather enjoy the feeling - and it makes home that much more comfortable when I get to it (perhaps too comfortable as I'm skipping school).
-I've been feeling so sociable, I had a fake conversation with a little fat kid waiting for the bus the other day (I say fake because we were talking about Pro-Wrestling, something I know absolutely NOTHING about). I went out with some friends from school and work last night (uncanny. Sunday is not a good drinking night). I even attempted a patch-up with an old b/f. Something I should have done long long ago.

It feels good. Now if I could just get off my ass and go to this stupid class. But how could I with season two of Dexter looming in front of me? Criminy.

OH, Josh, I just found those necklaces that Mark sent, I should probably get that out to you soon eh? I'll try and bring them by Aber this afternoon.

Eat it world, I don't give a shit.

I'm kind of sad.

I just watched 'The Tommyknockers'. I haven't seen it in at least ten years. It was much worse than I remember it being.

Speaking of TV, does anybody know when the new Nip/Tuck episodes come out? I need my fix.

What a perfect place to whine. I seem to do that a lot. No whining today I'm afraid. Sorry to disappoint if that's what you're looking for (psychic vampires...). I've gotten a lot of cleaning up done today. Apartment, brain, what have you. I feel that the cleaner my apartment is, the better I feel about life. Funny how a living space can so completely factor into a personality.

Of course, cleaning is a way for me to procrastinate. I have much homework. Much. Very much. A lot even. Rather than listening to my music, I should be listening to the book 'The World is Flat', by Thomas Friedman. But I really hate him. The book itself isn't terrible, but I don't have the attention span for a book. What I don't like about the audio is the man reading (maybe Tom himself?) speaks with a fake accent. Slips in and out of it constantly. It's unbearable. Even worse is when he quotes someone and tries to imitate THEIR accents. For example and Indian fellow he was interviewing in Bangladesh - absolutely hilarious. Absolutely terrible. Recommended reading though. Believe me.

I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs. I wish I could adequately type that feeling. This feeling. I want to just pound on my keyboard until it sparks. I feel destructive. I feel, what? I don't know. It's not a good feeling. It's the kind of feeling that makes bad things happen. I felt like this back in the day when I used to shoot up. Nothing like that is going to happen right now, no worries, but that's what it feels like. Really self-destructive. Growl. I need to go slap some clay around, that's what I need.

I've discovered that you have to be at least 5'11'' to donate sperm. I find that offensive to short people everywhere.

I feel expressive today, I can't quite grasp why. It seems a lack of communication lately (on my part) with the majority of my friends has something to do with it. I would like to say through no fault of my own, but if one were to discuss, it would probably end up on me so I'll take the credit from the get-go (I hate that term, 'get-go').
Granted, I'm not the most sociable person in the world to begin with, hardly personable, I speak my mind and people don't appreciate things like that. Lately though I've been doing a lot of changing, mostly old habits (more like addictions) going out the window and leaving me with far fewer chances for friendly encounters than I would like. Quite funny really. Who would have thought that so many friendships could be based around one stupid little thing. Maybe it isn't really that funny. Depressing really - to realize the position I've been putting myself in for almost eight years now. It really is a Fool's day - but tomorrow is not. Neither is the next day. And THAT is what I plan to make a habit of.

Sick. I can't believe he talked me into drinking that shit. Seriously. I mean seriously. My buddy A is puking himself sick in the toilet right now, dying of alcohol poisoning. I managed to stave off the sickness, and feel somewhat okay at the moment. I'm not sure why, possibly the breadsticks I had before drinking? Maybe the dehydrated pineapple. Who knows? All I know is, everclear is bad. It's eating away at my stomach lining as we speak. Blech.

I will stick with something a bit less killer in the future. Watch me.

Down in SLC for the spring break, hanging out with my surrogate family. It's been really nice, I haven't seen these folks in at least four years. Very sad, I should probably work on my social skills a bit more - they've always been slightly lacking.

Things have changed quite a bit since '04, marriages, boyfriends, babies. It's hard to keep track of it all, but I feel that I'm doing an adequate job. They'd like me to move down, but I don't think it'll happen anytime soon. It's a great city, but I really appreciate the small-town atmosphere. On the OTHER hand, it's about 30F degrees in Missoula, and we're sitting down here at a balmy 60F. Bitches.

I took the bus down here, blech. I have to take the bus back, fortunately for me - a much shorter trip. I won't have to sit in Butte-fuck Montana for 7 hours in the middle of the night.

I'm sad to have to go home Wed., but I've been thinking an awful lot about the millions of dishes and the 2 bags of garbage I didn't take out before I left - that is going to be absolutely disgusting to do.

Dad asked me an interesting question the other day - whether or not I had a significant other. Without any hesitation I said, "yes. school". It makes me sad. I don't want to date school anymore. (I don't want to date any people either). Where's a good "coin-operated boy" when you need one?

LJ is really starting to outdo itself, offering these helpful 'writer's block' areas for the LJ-impaired. Soooo, Hallowe'en, 2007. It's on a Wednesday this year, not very condusive to those of us in school. However, this turns out to be quite the blessing if you consider the weekends both before, and after the holiday. I suggest, three costumes this year. One you should already have donned, one for the actual holiday, and one for the weekend after, what the heck, you deserve a little fun.

The best costume I've seen so far, wasn't that good. Sadly.

Every time I come to this website, I'm greeted by so many new and wonderful things. For instance, I don't have to know HTML to put a picture in now. Isn't that cool? Of course you all are already reveling in this new technology.

I thought I'd make a quick blurb. I'm living, I'm working, I'm schooling, and I'm already out of things to say.

Life is sweet.

Boys are about as emotional as a two year old. Which is a LOT. Myself, of course. I like to think that a great portion of my emo-habits are hidden under a nicely lacquered shell, however lately they've been coming up for air. It's the work schedule that does it. Class and work leave time for myself to drink beer. Oh that's right, drink beer and be emotional. You'd would think by seeing the word 'emotional' that I mean mopey, and depressed, and sad. My vast range of emotion hardly ever lets those three surface; I'm talking about my pissy, road rager (funny, because I drive a bicycle), punch your face emotions.

For example:

I want to be sarcastic and snide.
I want to run over pedestrians with my bicycle.
and I want to punch both my roommate and my boyfriend's faces.

Heheh, I feel better already.

Go figure that they would make LJ cool as soon as I said I was done. Well, I'm back, again. I'm going to learn how to do cool stuff like putting pictures up and little games and stuff.

How is life in LJ land?

How is life in Canada? I swear the only people I talk to on here live in Newfoundland/surrounding areas. Kind of funny, but, whatever, you're all cool.

This is my 1,000th journal entry in my Livejournal account. I've had it for nearly 6 years now. I think that would be about 1 entry every 2.19 days? Something like that, I'm terrible at math (even with a calculator). However, now that I've reached my 1000 mark, I'm going to cancel my livejournal (I write in my blog a lot more). I'll keep my account open so I can still talk to all of you fun-loving people (Newfies, mostly), but the posts are now going on myspace.com.


Ciau livejournal!

I've moved all of my stuff into Switzervania. I still have some things that need to go into storage, and I need to figure out where in the hell to put all of my stuff (as Switzervania is a trailer shared between myself and three other people). I feel... stressed for some reason, although nearly all of my finals are over with (with the exception of Anthro on Thursday). After my German final today I gave my teacher a hug and she told me she was really lucky to have me in her class (I almost cried, I'm such a fucking pussy). It was weird to be sad to be done with a class, I'll have to look her up when I'm in Austria next year and get some drinks.

I'm heading to my Deadjournal so I can bitch.