I smoke too much weed. This makes me apathetic to everything around me, which is sometimes better than my other usual state of mind, annoyed at everything around me. It keeps me so immersed in thought and interested in learning everything about nothing that I forget to eat. And I enjoy this enough that it probably contributes to any depression when I want some and can't get it.

In other news, I REALLY like my PVR.

I just watched an epsiode of family guy. It was about 15 minutes long without the commercials. The lack of commercials probably helped me realize that out of these 15 minutes, maybe six of them were actual dialog, and the other nine were essentially the same clip of peter singing "Surfin' Bird". It's kinda stupid how entertaining it was for what it is.

Blahhah.

I don't know. I think I'm gonna go smoke another bowl and veg out.

I've come to the conclusion that I'm probably going to end up killing myself within the next five years. This shouldn't be overly suprising.

I'm not designed for this particular time period or area of the world. I have no deep family connections, I have no close friends, or really any friends outside of my aquaintances at work, and I own no property or anything that really holds me down.

I believe I've already achieved the potential that I'm capable of achieving, quite a while ago, and I just don't really enjoy being alive enough to want to keep doing it.

So yeah. I'm willing to bet I will get bored, annoyed, or depressed enough in about five years or so.

Isn't it funny how suicidal impulses come in the form of intense boredom? I mean, don't get me wrong, there's not nessicarily anything wrong with my life. I just don't enjoy it.

And really, like you can pretend it doesn't feel like there should be something a little more significant going on that what we're doing around here. I mean really. I sit in a little room with a bunch of furless monkeys, our sole reason for existing being to operate cameras in order to let another bunch of furless monkeys come in and give us their money. Your sole reason for existing might be a little better, maybe your a doctor, and you spend all your time fixing up monekys so that we can go out and do stupid things and get hurt again.

I just think we're lacking in something, that's all.

Blah, I always knew I should have dropped out and started a cult.

I think I would have been better off about a hundred years ago. BUt not I must shower and go work, so perhaps I'll write that some other time.

Updating just because I have the internet again.

I am grumpy and tired. I want liquor and cigarettes.

I've kinda felt like I've lost touch with everyone I used to know. It seems like it should be a bigger deal, but I kinda think it started a long time ago, and the moving just made it more evident. NOw that there's a little more time to stand back and look at things, it's interesting to consider how differently life could have turned out.

Work's been good. Not much going on there right now. It worries me a tad being around all the electronics, haha.

I wonder if the electormagnetic field from a wireless laptop constantly being used on a lap can cause impotence. I mean, it's suprising enough as it is that they caught the cell phone radiation thing. You'd think if it was penis related, our society's scientists would be all over that shit.

I'm really digging the new PVR thing. I can record a day's worth of shitty TV on my days working, and have background sound for the whole next weekend off. The movies on demand thing is pretty cool too.

I think I might get off my ass and go get my smokes. I have laundry to do too, oh yay.

You won't need too much persuading, I don't mean to sound degrading, but with a face like that you got nothing to laugh about.

The downtown Wendy's here sucks. Fortunately, that's what the one across the street from my place is for.

We're a five minute walk from a McDonald's, the good Wendy's, a Burger King, the Pizza Hut, Earl's, Boston Pizza, a Timmy's, and Subway.

Driving, we're five minutes from the Fatburger, the only resturaunt really worth mentioning besides those above.

I love living smack in the center of a relatively big city. I like the people here, at least the ones I've met. They don't have the consistent irresponsibility that almost everyone I know in Dawson has. They don't have the annoying arrogance almost everyone who's left Dawson seems to have. They're just a bunch of dolled up rednecks and good ol boys, and I kinda like that.

I think more than anything, I'm just glad to be out of Dawson itself. It's a pretty town, don't get me wrong, and a reasonably good place to live (great place to live, compared to Ontario), but I don't think I want to be there again for at least another 10 years.

I probably won't bother with this blog again for a long time. I found that my latest big black book is only a quarter full, and I like writing on paper alot more than writing online. Once I get internet, I'll still post here if anyone still bothers to read it, but I don't think I'll be posting on the borrowed internet anymore.


Linds, if you're ever coming to PG, gimmie a call! 565-7967.

I have no internet.

So I won't blog alot anymore until I get some money.

We are flat broke, but we both have jobs now, and can actually afford our place. It's big big big, and the rent is only a few hundred a month, much cheaper than even a bachlor suite in Dawson is. Like, half a grand cheaper. I am pleased.

I haven't smoked weed in forever, which sucks. I still plan to grow a little whenever I can get my seeds brought down to me, but I have neither the cash or desire to find some around town.

All and all, things are pretty decent around here. I can't wait to eat something besides potatoes.

Sigh.

SIGH.

Oh well. I guess.

I'm not writing here anymore unless Lindsay gives me her blog. I can rant and ramble just as well on a bit of paper, which will get filed and read by no one.