hey swisher...you're a bum

Yesterday I went to my first professional baseball game...oh yeah I hate baseball for one. But we had free tickets. It was amazing and I owe Jeff a huge high-five, and maybe even a bow in public because of how well we were treated. He even had VIP tickets (but only four) so we could all go into the VIP area and get our drinks and then we went back down to our normal seats. It was also a fun busride - lots of stories that I don't have the strength to write.

Also yesterday I had to buy a suit for the networking breakfast I'm attending next week. It was weird. I generally can't take myself to seriously when I'm dressed nicer. I felt like a bank teller. I didn't like it because it gave me know individuality. I'll never be able to just wear a black suit. I will have to accessorize. At least if I had a uniform in high school I would be able to accessorize to 'rebel against the authority'

don't need much of anything

I had full intentions of getting home at 11 today, and immediately blogging. The whole bus ride home was spent filling my head with ideas. Alas, it is 20 after 5 and the blog process has only just commenced. The only thing that I recall from earlier is thinking about how the parking spaces in front of the brock tower are stupid. There are two spots close together and then a little space blocked off between each set of two so that you can have a decent time trying to parallel park. They could have added at least 2 more parking spots with all the room those took up. People that can't parallel park into those spots simply just should not have their license. I do recognize that many of my friends and acquaintances are not very skilled at the parallel park. Well LEARN!!!

Also, I used to always think I didn't like the weakerthans. With this new computer they transferred all my old music, some songs I guess I had not deleted and I encountered the old classic - I hate winnipeg

*Tangent story. I was making fun of tillsonberg the other night saying nothing good comes from tillsonberg. Becky rebuked that statement saying that at least they have a song written about it. The only song written about winnipeg is I hate winnipeg...thanks for nothing guys!

So I heard this song and I realized I should give them another chance. Fell asleep listening to them that night!

there's no good way to say I'm leaving you (slow club if you're wondering)

So I was just creeping around my blog today and checking out some of the features. I encountered stats, and it turns out someone from latvia has read my blog, and someone from turkey. Apparently I'm a global sensation. That's not true....I just have someone that has accidently stumbled across my home on the web and has never returned. IF you are regular readers...feel free to subscribe. I'd love to have to creep in on my personal life....(actually I don't mind at all)

With regards to my ears, I made iggy drive me to shoppers last night. I got some ear drops and they are helping significantly. It's just annoying to have a constant drip.

I will now attempt to proceed with some studying

are you missing something? Looking for something?

I won't lie. I'm in a lot of pain right now. I woke up this morning with a lot of pain in my ear. I think it's just a wax buildup or something. It feels like I have a hand covering my ear because it's difficult to hear as well. This is problematic because I already have poor hearing from one of my ears. I'm hoping that when becky gets home later she will help me take advantage of a 24 hour shoppers drug mart where I'm hoping to get home hydrogen peroxide. I already tried getting hot water in my ear to try to melt the wax out via shower but to avail became of that.

I have a group meeting tomorrow at 10:30 and soccer at 4. I will not be able to play tomorrow because I am so dizzy and off balance. I'm doing everything I can to help relieve the pressure. Laying on either side, holding my nose and blowing (trying to pop them). I'm just thrown off. I'm just waiting for SNL to start the season premiere with amy poehler.

Another Saturday night ha ha ha (jealous?)

a post related to coffee

I decided to cut today into two, your eyes can have some relief!

I just made a phenomenal hot beverage. I made some coffee, and mixed it with general foods coffee. Amazing.

I also noticed something this weekend (I was trailer trashing it in dover), bikers always hang out at tim hortens. Is that badass or something.

The longer part of the blog. I realized that when I am about to enjoy a good meal, I don't like to eat it with people. I hate having to talk to people while I eat. To be perfectly honest I love to have all my five senses relaxed. It's just stressful, don't talk with your mouth open, ask questions...I just wanna eat my damn pasta. I love to sit and watch tv while I eat. To be honest I get excited while I prepare a meal just so I can watch something good while I eat it. Don't get me wrong though, there are times I enjoy sharing meals with other's but sometimes I just prefer to eat alone. I also love reading while I eat. My entire high school career consisted of my father and I eating early due to sports and I would read while he did the crossword, and as soon as my mother got home we would quickly hide our stuff and pretend that we were eating like a normal family because she is a talking person. According to those commercials family meals are important to keep your kids out of drugs...Actually while I was home at summer the same thing would happen...

sorry for dropping the ball dad

mom this isn't true, it's just a story for the blog

I'm a boxer, who just returned from London

So do you remember a few days back I blogged about how much I love C.R. Avery... I will elaborate on why I love him.

The first time I saw him was at the winnipeg folk festival about a years ago, 2009. It was a rainy rainy day and I believe he was a tweener right before burning spear(?) but I'm possibly making that up. I remember he got the whole crowd amped up on such a rainy day, and we was climbing on the scaffolding holding up the stage. He also didn't have a lot of time and only got to do two songs. I also remember my dad saying that's all he's got, just that one gimmick song to win the crowd over. Well if that's true, it worked!!! After the festival I kind of kept him on the back burner.

I also have really started to push musical boundaries and in a way while back post I mentioned how hard this is, but I decided to try to re-discover C.R. The inspiration struck again when I saw his concert-on-demand on CBC radio website. I also wanted to try and experience more live music this summer and so I have a few bands that I try to watch out whenever they are coming to winnipeg. (Avett Brothers at folk festival made my life!!!, shame I'm missing mumford & sons in TO).

So back to the story...This summer I had one day where I just was not having a great day. I had some un-needed, undeserved, and unwanted un-friendlynes (some great literary device usage there). I was really cheesed to say the least. This summer I was also determined not to let things get me down, and be happy just being myself. So after this night it was about 12 and I was listening to CBC and there was his on-demand concert. I just had a huge rockout session in my band and I was changed by his music. The rain was pouring out my frustration for me, and he was saying what needed to be spoken, but he did this much more poetic than I could ever do. I'll never forget that moment and I don't know why.

Recently, like last week I decided to see what old C.R. was up to and I couldn't believe my luck, he was going to be here in St. Catharines. So yesterday was the day. I wasn't even sure whether or not I would have anyone to go with. I decided to muster up my courage and ask becky to come with me...I figured she'd probably think I was a total weirdo, but I'd probably look pretty strange being alone. So she agreed to come, and I also made a point of not second guessing her decision or questioning and just letting her think that it would be great. It wasn't until later I gave her a few more details. The plan was to go to night class and then have her pick me up. On my bus ride to school I was visiting with Scoot and telling him that tonight I was either going gain a million cool points or lose everything I have ever earned. He decided, screw it I'm coming too!! So that was two people that could have lost respect for me for being different...(over dramatic much?) I was panicking a little because I thought we were going to be late but we arrived just in time.

He was incredible. One of the better live shows I have been to. Shit...it was so good. Apparently he will be playing in hamilton coming up and becky and scoot are sold on seeing him again. It was also pretty funny because he kept wanting to go outside for a smoke, but we kept encoring him up on stage. It was all pretty casual there. He was also nothing bad to look at. So basically a great night was had.

I just love music, people!

I have no voice

I mean this only in the physical sense. I physically cannot speak at the present time. I feel that perhaps it is because of the amount of drinking on frosh week. I was never out of control though, it was just the consistency. I have made it to all my classes. But tuesday, the virus struck. I woke up feeling a little weird and it got worse as the day went on. It was really only a snip in the background. Then Wednesday I woke up and started to worry. That night we were over at sylvias and it sounded pretty bad. I had an oregano oil shot and that helped so I have been trying to keep that up. The worst part though is the fact that everyone is making fun of me. I started off having the unusually high voice and now I have gone to nothing. I have also had the of passing this along to becky as well. My bad. It really came to a bad point tonight when I was at a zumba party (we're down in t-burg) and I just felt so awful and got over heated and just could not dance. I tried way to much to be a hero.

So school has started this week. And I have began that freakout about the rest of my life again. I want to do something that I'm good at. I have also been taking an entrepreneurship (mandatory) class and it's really forced me to evaluate so many things. I have always thought of myself in two ways. As really cool, and how could people not want to hire me, but then I always get humble and think that I have nothing to offer. I know that I probably won't get a "dream job" when I first graduate, but I have no idea what I even want to work for. I think that ideally I would like to work at a fashion magazine or in the music industry, which really now has become an entertainment industry. I'd also love to be a writer. My skills don't even reflect the type of major I have. I'm a good listener, so I think HR (the therapist of the business world) no thanks. I also do really enjoy marketing but I don't think that I have an innovative enough mind. I am excited though because I have joined a program at school called mentorship plus. I'm going to be matched up with a brock alumni who was in business and that will give me some sort of idea of what I'm going to do. I will also be a mentor for someone who is in first year and help guide them. (great for resume padding). I am also going to a networking breakfast with the school. Should be interesting....

talk (write) to you later

Hell of a Hotel of Harm

I'm not much for poetry, but this C.R. Avery gets me

I wish people out here listened to more variety of music, I need someone out here to come out places with me!

row row row your boat

I got to do something I have really wanted to do for a while yesterday, and that is row. Living in St. Kitts I am able to have the unique experience of having a professional rowing course. I may have mentioned that there were masters here a few weekends ago as well. My aunt and uncles are all rowers themselves, some in a rec league and one uncle who is in an old man ass kicking league. So there was a just for fun rowing event yesterday and so our family decided to enter a team. Being my first time, it was very interesting. We were definitely the least experienced team out there, but I'm sure we had the most fun, actually I don't think my one cousin had the greatest time, she was swearing just a little bit...It was frustrating for both of us because we had never done it before and there were all sorts of words that I had no idea what was going on. It's also difficult because obviously you need to stay in sync with other members of the boat. You also need to make sure that you are getting your oar out of the water in time or it will stay in the water and take you out. That didn't happen to me to often because I was lucky enough to pop my oar out in time, but I had to watch out for my cousin behind me. All in all I would do it again. Here are some pictures of me from the day. Looking at these I forgot how pale I am!





Also, I cannot even begin to describe how many sports games I have watched recently. Living with boys, that is all I do!

I throw my hands up in the air....but only sometimes

Last night I went out to stella's here in st. kitts. It was a pretty great night. I feel like a goal has been accomplished. I have always wnted to be the person that started the dance floor and tonight I was able to do that! Becky and I got there and showed our skills, surprisingly with less alcohol than one would expect from me. I guess I'm just becoming for comfortable dancing in public. I hate though when you are the only ones dancing and everyone around the dance floor is looking at you, to scared to make their own moves.

Then later we went out for a smoke with scoot and jeff (yeff?) and some guy comes up to us and says "hey you guys started the dance floor" .."Yeah that was us", Cool alright glad he recognized our accomplishment. Then he continues (this is the losing part) "You guys can come back in and grind up on me later" ...No I won't. I respect that you have the guts to say that but no, absolutely not. Then he found us!!!! and we ran away from him ha ha ha.

Then later I talked with some people about being dutch and german, this brings me to something I've been meaning to mention all summer. I don't think I know specifically what I am, like when someone asks, where are you from? I don't know the answer. Do I dulve into the entire mennonite history. Do I even say mennonite? Last night I stuck with just german, because I had no desire to be anything else. Do I get to pick and choose because the family has moved around so much?I could be dutch, french, russian, ukrainian. Maybe I'll just say european. That seems like a bit of a skeezy answer. So here's the question of the day for you that actually comment (manny, josh lol). What are we? (note: these two are also members of the mennonite community)

the handshake

So life's good, just living the dream. The first problem I have encountered with living with boys has made it's self evident.

The setup
There are many boys that come to our house. I have met some new people within the last four/five days. Obviously these boys are someone that knows people in the house. We also have neighbors/friends returning back to school and so once they come over they need to greet everyone as well.

The problem
As each person comes in a simple howdy is not appropriate. The guys have the 'man-shake' that they are able to perform in perfect harmony and they just know what to do. The 'man-shake' is not an appropriate greeting between males and females. My problem is that I do not know how I am supposed to greet all these people. This issue is also encountered as people leave.

Temporary Solutions
I have basically played it by ear with different people. Some newbs will only get a distant hello, especially if I am tucked away on the back couch. I have also been able to perform the fist bump which has been ok. It becomes an issue when the other person 'explodes' at the end of the bump, which I can perform but I am not able to always predict when such 'explosions' should occur. I have also given out some hugs, but it's always a question as to how long to hold them.


So I need some help on dealing with this issues...suggestions?

the first blog of the new school year

To be honest, I haven't actually started school yet, but I have been moved in about three days ago. It's going pretty good. The transition is always a weird moment. After summer I have spent so much time with the summer I feel weird without them around all the time. I think I always feel way closer to growing up when they are not around. I almost feel bad about this because I feel that I need to in some way "honour their memory." Obviously this sounds weird but I find it way easier to leave here than to leave home. It's also been harder every year. I think this is because I am closer to having to make a huge life decision about what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. These feelings will all probably be good in about a week once I have a little bit more structure. Right now my schedule consists of staying up way to late and laying around all day. It's pretty nice!

I'm also living with boys which is something that I have never done. It's kind of weird seeing "the other side" of everything, and I feel privy to a lot of the man talk that happens. I know am a possessor of some of these secrets. I'm pleased that this is all happening though, because I do not need to worry about drama. I'm with a whole bunch of people that just don't care. Or let me rephrase, they care about sports, drinking and hanging out with their friends. I'm not completely in the same boat but they are all activities I support. I do look forward to this year.