"When you think you've had enough of this life, hang on"

Let me start by saying I'm in love with Andrea Corr.
If you don't know who she is, google her. Her voice is like... hmm... if a cloud could sing, it would be jealous of Andrea Corr.


Okay, onto something else. I had an idea; a little comparison, if you will, to make when I wrote my previous blog. Nothing really big, but it was just an idea. But I got sidetracked (big surprise there)...
Anyone who knows me knows that I tend to make the most fucked up comparisons possible... Thing is, they usually work. Here we go.

Writing, to me, is kinda like having a bit dirty shit. When I have an idea, I have to get it out. I have to put it onto paper. I guess the same goes with any writer. You think; you write. Here's where the poop comes in...
You know that feeling you get in your gut after you had a meal of KFC, Mary Brown's, or McD's? Where, if you don't get to the bathroom in time, you feel like you might just shit your pants?
(i'm aware that may gross a few people out, but hey, if you don't like what i have to say then don't read)
Well, that feeling is what I usually get when I have to write. If I don't write, I'll lose it. Same thing with the poo; if I don't sit on a toilet soon, I'll lose it.
I know, I know, it's a bit of a fucked up comparison, but it kinda shows the urgency I feel when I have something I need/want to write. Writing, for me, is similar to an extended fart, or a long and arduous dump. It's fucked up coming out, but when you're done you feel great.


I also want to clear a little something up from the previous blog.
Well, not necessarily clear something up, but I want to talk about it. I spoke of someone making a huge impact on my life. The girl who took me to highs, and consequently brought me down to major lows. This girl sings like a motherfucker. That's all I gots to say 'bout that.


Y'know what I love? Cartoons. Since I came home, I've been watching an inordinate amount of Teletoon Retro. Woody Woodpecker, Bugs Bunny 'n friends, The Smurfs, even... It's been a blast. Kinda makes me anxious for my sister's baby to be born... The next 175 days or so are going to be very long. If she (yes, i hope it's a girl) is half as cute as my sister was when she was a baby, I am gonna be a lucky uncle. Then again, I don't really have much to worry about. My whole family is blessed with good looks.


Y'know what else? Being alone ain't so bad. I can concentrate on myself now. I can make me a better person. Some may argue that I don't need to change who I am... but I feel that I do. There's aspects of my personality I definitely need to work on.
Well, my confidence in dealing with the opposite sex definitely needs work. No point in arguing that. I'm a complete wuss.
I don't like confrontation, so I end up agreeing with everyone. Fighting has never been my thing... But that's kinda weird to say that, because I will snap at anyone who interrupts me if I'm doing something.
I like to do my own thing; I want to do it all myself. If anyone offers help, I'll turn 'em away... And usually when I need help, it's too late.

The longer I go without marijuana, the better off I'll be. That crutch is a damn 2,000lb weight around both ankles... But the chains which hold me are slowly becoming weaker.
I'll admit, I've gotten high a few times since I got back to Gander. In my defense, this place is just depressing. Everywhere I go, I see people that remind me of what I once was. Who I used to be.
And I don't want to run into 'em.
So what do I do to forget? I smoke a joint.

It's a damn circle.
I need to turn it into a square.

Okay, so that's it for now. I've written enough today as it is.

Oh, I'm in a much better mood now than in the last blog, if you couldn't tell. Not being stoned has made me very moody...