W-Day

Well I decided I should blog. Why you may ask? Well because I like too. I also like to express myself without the pressure of having to express yourself in a moment. If I get stuck on expressing something while blogging. I can take a five minute pause to consider how I will say what I am feeling or thinking. Where in conversation you don't have the luxury of long pauses unless you want people to be bored of you. That is why anyone can seem more intelligent this way. If you don't, you just don't think. The weekend is fast approaching. My excitement knows no bounds. It will be good for me since it has been a week or two of rough patches. Just in my head though. Nothing bad has actually happened to me. Unless you count the burnt coffee that I got from Tim Horton's today. Actually wait that does count. Coffee is one of my usual faithful lovers. This morning I was betrayed. My heart broken, my tongue recoiling as opposed to embracing the warm liquid. My Grandma's pastor I met for the first time today. He took me out for coffee. Tried to convert me. We got into some political and religious debates. I told him all about the shit I had done in my life knowing because he is a pastor that he is bound by confidentiality laws. It was quite entertaining. It is not hard to be more intelligent in discussion when you are talking to the fundementals. He was trying to tell me how much good Bush and Harper were doing for North America. While I argued that they aren't fighting for my freedom. I also pointed out that the only reason he thought they were good was on religious grounds. Nothing about his defense of them was showing me how they are good politicians. Now I know there are no all good politicians. But that is because there are no good people. So that doesn't bother me. But there are some better then others. Anyone seems to be better then Bush. And smarter. I haven't had a good conversation with one of my very dear friends in a while. It makes me sad. Hopefully it happens soon. Sometimes you wonder if it is the beginning of drifting out of each others lives. Even after such a brief period of knowing each other. But they do happen. Loss happens. And always will. That is OK. If I had everything I would appreciate nothing. I try to be my own distraction lately. Doing little stupid things. Like slapping my own face while watching T.V. Seeing if I can surprise myself. Try to seperate areas of my brain. How do you send a signal to your hand to hit you and be surprised you were hit? I don't know. But if there is a way I will figure it out. I think you just have to train yourself to be able to do things without thinking about them at all. Be able to turn certain parts of you completely on auto-pilot. Which would be awesome to learn. Interactive games with yourself are fun as hell. PENIS PENIS PENIS!!! Did you laugh? If not you would have if it had been in person. This is getting a little off topic. But fuck it. It is my blog I will go off topic if I want too. Are you annoyed yet? I want my blog to be even more colourful. There aren't enough colours available though. Though my blog IS more colourful then most. In content and actual colour. See? I am not a racist. Only black people are that ignorant. What? Idle hands are the Devil's. I think I was possessed for a second. Possessed with great joy. Maybe it was God then. I would have said Jesus if he wasn't dead and all. My short little convo with Nic right now reminded me how noticing the smallest things will keep you a step ahead of where the world expects you to be. I like being a step ahead of where people expect you to be and what people expect you to know. Small bewilderments are a joy. It is some sort of small amount of power. I knew who she was talking to on the phone. She was surprised that I did. then I explained to her how I knew. She commented that I was observant. Which was sweet of her. But right as well. I am. I can tell if you your future just by the font you use. Seriously. Just try it. I bet you didn't know I was part Asian. Well since this is starting to go nowhere but to babble non-sensically land. I will depart with a tip of the hat and a wave of the finger.