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My room is the perfect analogy for my brain. Books piling up beside my bed, printed off articles beside my pillow, and various bags and purses left on my floor from switching around so much. My head is going at a million miles an hour, and I feel like the world just can't keep up with me. There has been some stuff on my mind that nobody knows about. I wish I could tell someone and get some sort of advice, but it's likely that they would just think I'm in a bad situation. The truth is, it isn't a bad situation...it's just a dangerous one and I need to make sure that I don't do something that I will regret.

Away from being completely ambigious, I have been working really hard lately. I've been doing a lot of interviewing, writing, and editing, as well as starting my t-college applications. I have a list of schools I am applying to, and it's a really exciting time in my life.

Here is my interview with The Human Astract.
http://www.punknews.org/article/30656

Upcoming interviews include:
-Shai Halud (talking to Matt Fox tomorrow)
-Emery (weird, I know)
-Mikoto (just submitted that to punknews)

fruits.

Check out The Sil for some of my articles this week. I wrote my editorial on what else but the blogging phenomenon. 

http://thesil.ca/?p=287

Also, the Canadian dollar is going up really high really soon. If you know me, you know that means I will be heading to Buffalo. Contact me if you think I would want you to come.

Short lived.

Whenever something particularly bad happens to me, instead of finding the words of my own to express myself, I just borrow from those who say it better. On that note, here is a true poet.

Whatever this becomes
Whatever words I say
We are the fortunate ones...
And when the days are done I won't forget
All I see in you and me
Is a light in the dark of humanity
And when the days are done I won't forget
Timid steps - come walk with me
And with your useless words
Come talk to me
There are broken hearts
Now on your stereo
But the broken beats are just too slow
You'll cry - it doesn't change a thing
Kill the lights - and let the rain fall
Recall - the memories
Of yesterdays and better ways
And know - the innocence is gone...
Move on - from this day on
We'll never be the same...The saddest songs
Make sense to me...So with your sunken eyes
Come look for me
Two hour drives
Are two hours alone
But two hour drives
Are better than home

Up on that pole.

defrag, reboot, restart.

Stay gold.

So, I guess I have been doing a good job at punknews as I am now a staff writer : D
http://www.punknews.org/about read it and be proud.

My upcoming interviews for punknews:
-The Human Abstract
-Mikoto (Round two with Ray Harkins)

My upcoming interviews for The Silhouette:
-Shai Halud
-Holy Fuck
-You Say Party! We Say Die!
-Young Rival

Sometimes I wonder why I'm not making this my career. So fun.

Faithful.

In times of strife or despair, why do people always turn to religion? Maybe it's a sense of false hope, but there is a comfort in knowing that you are being watched over by something greater than us all.

I really don't know what is happening to me, but I'm not stopping it.

No more crack

A bunch of crack heads smashed the window of my really good friend's car and stole a bunch of things. She just moved to Toronto, was supposed to start school today, and this was the first night in her place. I get really angry when people steal from other people. I have two solutions if you really feel like you have to do illegal shit:

1) steal from Walmart or some huge corporate store who won't even feel a 1% difference from pilferage

2) GET A JOB LIKE EVERYONE ELSE

Also, I have learned a couple things about East Toronto.

1) Church Street is not good unless you are a hooker

2) cheap rent is not a big enough sway to have crack heads offer you a bag of chips for 25 cents