Well, as the title states, I am currently grinning like an idiot to my computer screen. Too bad there will be no pictures of this, since it’s rare. So. why am I in such a good mood…..well…. let’s just say we don’t need to be vague about anything at this point, since Melanie has now seen this thing……I was soooooo close to erasing this whole thing too. When I found out, I almost felt sick-like too much information was given too soon. Which may indeed be the case, but the hell with it, since she in turn let me see her blog. Which I am happy to report, almost reads like mine in places…….like a weight off my shoulders. I mean, nothing has been determined or anything as of yet, but whatever, I feel better having gotten it out there. So, that’s that…..what’s done is done, blah, blah, blah……….maybe I can focus now on the things I have to write about that you may find more entertaining-screw it, change the channel if you have to………I probably won’t shut up now for a month about this.

This weekend cannot come soon enough.

Well, what an interesting weekend. Let’s just say the things that were confusing me last week seem like a million years ago. I’m not entirely sure what will be happening, but I feel much better now than I did a week ago. Life is fun.

Now I’ll stop being so vague and abstract and relate my Saturday night. I think my good mood from the previous sentence of this post made it all the much better. Mandy, Chris Brown, Gordie, and Mandy’s boyfriend Mark from England came up and stayed with me. We all went out to the Seahorse, met up with even more friends, and my aforementioned good mood led me to drink wayyyy too much Guinness draft and never actually see any bands that played. I was completely in a different place I guess, since I really wanted to see the show-I just completely spaced on it, having too much fun I suppose.

hmmmm anyone who does know what I keep going on about in the past few posts is laughing right now. That’s right guys, that emotionally devoid tough guy thing is not really me. I guess I’ll just have to live with being a closet romantic. Cheers.

Man, life is confusing lately. Usually I’m in complete control, but lately-phew, it’s tiring me out trying to keep up.

Right now I’m just killing time, my afternoon class was cancelled, and the next class isn’t until 5:30pm, so here we are. I must say, The Dears-No Cities Left is a fantastic album. It’s especially good when you’re in a weird mood like I am now. It was funny, yesterday I thought some of my questions were answered, until it hit me that nothing had been answered, and only more questions had popped up-this is what I mean by no control, but I guess I asked for it.

Hang on tight buddy, and welcome to the human race. à bientot. (I’m still getting the hang of the language settings for the keyboard in order to get proper punctuation)

No, that doesn’t mean I’m vain as hell today-just too reflective for my own good. Something to do with the weather I’m sure. Nick and Sophie have been done all weekend, which got me thinking on friday about this “possibility” that arose sometime this summer-doesn’t help that Sophie brought it up again this weekend. Sorry if it’s cryptic, but this as far into this guy that you’ll get, although it is still miles deeper than you’d get in person.

So anyway, back to my first thought. Jesus, it’s like being in high school again. This may let the cat out of the bag, but what is it with me and french girls? Always seem to get mixed up with them. That hasn’t happened yet in this particular case however. I’m currently playing it “cool”-although I think I just come off as disinterested when I do that. The list of potential girlfriends in my life is longer than the list of actual girls dated. Need to be more assertive buddy. I will say, in my defence in this case, that playing it cool might be the best bet, since I’m (a) not sure if she’s interested at all, and/or (b), involved in some way with a friend of mine. Just like high school.

The distance thing may be an issue as well, although I think I’d probably be able to deal. I will not, however, do as Nick and Sophie want me to do, which is move to Moncton. It’s cute that they want me to, but I really need to get school over with, plus there’s the band thing going on now, but more on that in a moment. I almost ended up in Moncton earlier this summer without their persuasion. If I had actually finished my second degree, I probably would have had a chance at an awesome job in Moncton-a civil service gig that not only sounded like it would be up my alley, but was really well-paying also. I will not be moving up for other reasons though, meraning no relocating for some “chance at romance”(in quotes because I think that sounded stupid). I’ve been there and done that, and God knows that probably messed me the hell up. Probably? No probably about it. It was character building though, but definitely painful, which set in motion this long running policy of little-to-no emotional investment. I’m bored with that now mostly, as evidenced by my spree of Bowie/Elton John/Queen and anything else that could described as “overly dramatic”.

Now, to the KNA v. 2.1, although I guess it could be v.3.0. We start our new series of Sunday night jams at A52 tonight in a bid to kick-start what has been a forgotten entity all summer. In addition to a few new songs, Dan will now be playing some second guitar, while yours truly will be providing additional vocals in conjunction with bass duties. This is in addition to the near-completeness of the EP that was recorded last summer. Plans are now in the works for a release party at the Seahorse. Time to get to work.

So, it seems that things got busy/complicated pretty quickly. I’ve now got school, which is seeming somewhat foreign to me still since most of my classes are completely different than what I was used to with the last degree; there’s the KNA; and then there’s the “situation”. I’m resourceful though-it’ll totally work, calm and collected, gotta do what needs to be done. Sometimes being emotionally dead can work to your advantage, just do what needs to be done one thing at a time and don’t stress. Fuck, this post makes me sound neurotic. From the sounds of this however, I’d say that I would have been better off setting up some sort of myjournal account.

Just clearing the crap out of my head so I can focus. Sorry to be weird in this one-and yes, it is weird, I usually post this type of crap at 4am…..I guess I got my wish, something is happening. I think my problem is that I don’t know where to focus my energies-what should I wrap myself up in. I sound like Dan now…..need another vacation.

In lighter news, whoever tracked the dog shit through the building friday night, you suck-clean up after yourself. I don’t know how you pretended it never happened, because the stink is still out there. They’re just lucky I couldn’t conclusively find out who had done it, because I was going to put it in a bag and light it on fire in front of your door. Merci pour ecouter, a bientot.

P.S.-My theme song this week has been Movin’ On Up by Primal Scream-I’ve been actually singing it out loud without realizing it.

Well, it finally happened-I got a comment on an entry-too friggin’ bad it was only some spam. Apparently jackass thinks my blog is “cool”, and I should check out his website-all about online dating it is. Blah. I’m currently just diverting myself from the real task at hand however, doing my assignment for my Management Science class. Probability theory is giving me a headache right now though. It’ll get done (It’s due tomorrow), but I’m in need of a break.

In other news, I’m now implementing my trip to England next summer-all those who wish to go, let’s start planning (HA!-No one reads this thing). My plan is to bust over the pond to take in a music festival, and see the homeland, well, one of them anyway. The trips to Scotland, Ireland, France and whatever else is in there in my genes will have to wait. I guess I’m technically in my Native American homeland (give me back my land by the way), but actually taking a trip to Passamoquoddy Bay region and Quebec have yet to materialize. Shit, I also forgot about the States. After doing that family tree work, I’m amazed I’m even here at all-it was all a bunch of random “hook-ups” across the planet. I guess it’s safe to say it’s in my genes to have (a), a need to travel, and (b) a flair for the exotic (people that is). Wow, talk about rambling on. Well, now that my ancesteral background has been established, I should get back to work, plus the Flaming Lips album is over and I need to put something else on. Now get out of my kitchen!

Don’t now if it’s a virus or just my allergies having kicked into top gear, but I feel terrible. It’s the typical head cold symptoms, although this morning I was so light-headed I only mad eit halfway to class until I turned back. Brutal. So, here I am, sick and exhausted from being sick, and being struck with the realization that no one reads this thing-whatever, I’ll just use it for myself-cheap therapy if you will. Oh well, once I become famous they’ll be a rush to get the rights to these transcripts-”What, he suffered from allergies? Fascinating”, or, “he downloaded and burned the movie ‘9 Songs’? Wasn’t that a porno?”-this is what I imagine it’ll be like.

WTF, every time I type something into this blog my head is swimming for some reason or another-if I’m not drunk I’m gravely ill I guess-might be a connection there yes-or maybe you should stay just out of this old man! (Frig, I think I’m just drunk again)

I was going to type something memorable here, something that would outlast all of us alive at this particular moment, but you sidetracked me because you never read this and it made me lose my concentration because I was concentrating on that-there, figure that one out buddy. a bientot.

Well, here we go again. While they haven’t been non-stop, I have been in university now for 6 years. I can still remember going off to Ottawa U in 1999-never would have thought I’d still be in school taking what I am now. Life’s funny and all that cliche crap. I find it so funny, since most of my friends/relatives think I have some grand plan for my life, and the reality of it is that I am so coasting blind-but since I’ve always done that, why stop now.

Speaking of that ill-fated Ottawa (in some regards anyways-most of you know what I mean there), I realize now that my “wait until I’m settled before the next relationship” plan should have ended sometime ago. I missed the boat on that one, but I’m anxious now to get back in the game-if I wanted to be a monk I’d shave my head already right? Baby steps though, since anyone who knows me knows I lack the “playa” skills-but I’ve made do in the past, so lets get this shit started.

Alright. Two years of economics and the official start of the new girlfriend quest. Guess I have some plans after all. Bon nuit, je suis fatigue.

So now I can say I saw the Rolling Stones. What an awesome show. I don’t even know where to begin to describe it. It was something like being inside a riot at times. I mean, all those people, the atmosphere, music, etc-the fact that in order to leave, 80000+ people where squeezed through small openings in the fence surrounding Magnetic Hill-which eventually led to a)people climbing the fence like it was Berlin, or b) pushing the fence down. It was no Altamont, but it was still pretty intense.

Once again, I’m slightly buzzed during the writing process. I actually hadn’t been home from Moncton for more than an hour, when I noticed I had no food in the house, so, I go to get some, and end up running into Brad Luk and Dennis. This ended eventually with me stumbling back home from Reflections with a good beer buzz and some BBQ chicken pizza from the corner-it was a good cap to a great weekend I guess. Although the weekend wasn’t without it’s share of pointless drama, but I will not go into details in this forum. Those of you who know what went down are aware of what I’m getting at, and those who don’t, well, I’m not the type to air my dirty laundry so . Sorry, drunk and tired-I spent last night in a tent sleeping on the ground, didn’t get much sleep then or at anytime this weekend really. It was worth it however.

Nothing to look forward to now except school at this point, the summer is now over….it’s odd not having anything in particular to look forward to, I had Nick and Sophie’s party and the Stones building up all summer long. Back to the grind I guess. Soooo tired, I wonder if this post even makes sense, grammatically or logically-ahhh screw it. Lates.