all mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe

Well, it's official boys and girls! Another 4 months of high paying full time job is locked and signed.

Is this a good thing?

Sure! I'll be rolling in the dollar coins (oww) but besides that.

Is this a bad thing?

I will continue to be stressed out all the time, early mornings, late nights, school on top of it all. I will continue to long for the weekends and then mourn their departure more then you can imagine.

But then again....
This is the highest paying job i've had and it sure beats the average salary of a person my age. Although I complain, public transit is very entertaining (although very lonely). I'll get to meet a new batch of waterloo co-op nerds that i hope are as quirky as the last ones i worked with. It could be exciting.

And on top of it, I start the "acting for non-majors" which is the first chance I have to really get new friends at york. it could be exciting! acting girls eh? what's better then that? you tell me! (beh.....stupid york)

So here is my challenge, each and every one of you. I get the next two weeks off just like you all most likely do. Please make it wonderful! make it a winter break to remember.

P.S.
Somebody must take on the great task of replacing Jenna Dunsby and come with me to Nathan Philip Square to go skating this year. It's going to be a tradition!!!!!

as song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above.

the sun is shining hard, but the air is crisp and cold
the row of endless drones fit nicely into the fold
yet out of the crowd a shimmering light does brightly shine
passing the smokers packed under the no smoking sign (seriously)
and though the memory may fade
a price most generously paid
wishing it stayed
a contact made


I dunno, i'm done school for the year and have some extra time on my hands.
but don't you love it when you're sitting on a bus or subway staring at the floor or your own hands and you get this feeling, quickly darting your eyes up you, for a brief moment, lock glares with somebody, and then they timidly look elsewhere pretending it never happened? happened three times today...

alright, it's up to you, keep paul busy! i get off work 3:30 tomorrow and Friday, call/email me and make plans!

the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds

I had a dream last night. Yes you were in it.
We were sitting in my room listening to some records. (specifically Interview by Gentle Giant if I remember correctly) You said "I really like this music, I would love to hear more of this kinda stuff" and then I said "Don't judge on the first listen! first impressions are never right when it comes to prog!!!" and I hurled a pillow in your direction. before the pillow had a chance to make contact you disappeared. i spent the rest of the dream sitting in the corner wanting you to come back.

on a brighter note i'm off to my poetry exam, wish me luck. i am free at 11pm tonight, starting making plans!

once a ghost, always a ghost

Alright! Fine! I need to change a few things about myself. I admit that I'm less then the perfect guy on the face of the planet and things need to change a bit. That's fine. I have no problems with making some adjustments. You know......you know...... But.....Change what? What do I have to change? My speaking mannerisms? Should I start speaking like I have a 500 page novel stuffed down my throat? I can probably manage. Northing's impossible. I can change my style. New wardrobe, new hair, new face, new brain. They all need fixing if things are ever going to change right?

Alright! Fine! I'm giving myself 3 weeks. And if things don't change by the turn of the year then I've failed everything.

A bit late. I mean, I could have done this before right? A new Paul. Can it happen?

Oh, and the obligatory reference to money: I can only buy one of the following, which should I get? A new mp3 player (Nomad Zen Touch), a new electric guitar, a new acoustic guitar, a new bass guitar, a new record player, a new computer.

Cast your votes today on all the above.

the life of a transit bound man.

Funny things those public transit vehicles. If any of you have listened to Owl Salad (the weekly sketch comedy radio show done with my two friends adam and jordan every Mondays at 5pm on www.spiritlive.net currently on winter break) then you would know that I've written quite a bit on the ttc, I've written a song called the ttc boogy, I've made little comments in other sketches and songs about it. It has become one of my interests. Yet how can it not? I do spend at least 3 hours a day on it (often more) and I've been doing so for the last 3 months. I can't help myself but to make comments about what happens on these vehicles of mass transport. I've been quite cruel about many things. “For all the beautiful people in the world very few of them take the ttc” and such comments have appeared on my msn names. I'm actually currently considering making my current “solo album” project about transportation.

Even for all the complaints I have about it I find that I can't stop taking it. I refuse rides to work whenever they are offered to me. “just drop me off at finch”. Once you have one of those nifty passes (Metro or GTA) you really feel like all those buses and streetcars are out there to serve you. “I don't feel like walking from Yonge and queen to university and queen, oh look a streetcar!” and you're off.”

I will expand more on this topic in upcoming days.

confessions of a sorry sod

I admit it. I have a problem. An addiction you may call it.
I cannot help myself. For all the time i spend saving money i can quickly blow it all on this. No it's not a drug in the standard definition of the term. What i am addicted to is vinyl records. I can't get enough of trekking around to used record store after used record store. The exciting anticipation never knowing exactly what you may fine as you flip through the stack of plastic discs. I love the feeling i get when i find something rare and shocking like (gasp) a Strawbs live album featuring Rick Wakeman on keyboards. Any music geek's dream come true. Coming home and taking the disc out of it's cardboard home and placing it on it's revolving platform, as the needle sensually enters the first groove on the outer ring. The crackling calm of the slight surface noise brings endless amount of glee to my spirit. I am in a very happy place. It's all things things that caused me to spend 50 bucks on vinyl today. Music has taken over my life and I can't seem to escape. It's currently my only true love..........

man do I need to find a girl or what?

first post, written in the past (oooo fancy)

I would like to start off my first entry into my very own blog with something I wrote a couple of months ago. I was a bright eyed youngster, it was my first month of university and the world was my oyster soup kitchen something something...anyways. This was a time just before I started my wacky full time job and I only had the 3 night courses at york and hours of free time to sit under trees and write down thoughts. Here it is kids: a piece called:

As I sit here, in the middle of Hergest Ridge, in the middle of a thunderstorm, I train myself to use doublethink...until the bateries die.

I've got an hour to dispose of. An hour in which to waste. There is a clear case of irony here. Within two weeks time, if I have an hour of free time it wouldn't be so...simply because of the fact that the moment of discovery of this time is the same moment I would fill that time with a myriad of unifinished readings, writings, appointments, meetings and the like. A situation like the current one would simply not exist.

As I write this I am sitting undera a maple tree on the York University campus, overlooking the filth that is Steels Avenue West.

I'm experiencing yet another sensation that I will never hear from again in two weeks time, and that is being broke and hungry. Sure a great sum of cash is heading my way and sure it's enough to perhaps crush the entire population of P.E.I.. Yes, hardly a difficult task to accomplish, but the fact remains I will have more 'spending' money available to me then ever in my history. I will be able to see an item on the shelf of any store, I will go through the usual sesations of "Gee...that item would do me some good" and for the first time in my entire long crappy over exadurated life span I will no longer have to supress the feeling for financial reasons, perhaps for logical reasons...but I will be able to afford it. no questions asked. I already have a list of DVDs with my name on it but yet I fear of the great responsibility heading my way. I must controll spending. I must use all sorts of doublethink to convince myself that I can't afford things even though I can. I must summon my inner scrooge and stop myself from over spending. MUST SAVE! Must make sure future school life is payed for. Bullshit!!! Even if I only spend 10% on futile purchases and the rest towards school I'd have enough to buy every single DVD box set as well as the next 3 years of school.