Woohoo! I'm on spring break!... Which really isn't as exciting as it sounds. So far, this break hasn't been an exciting one, consisting mainly of me trying to find ways to pass time until the day is over... to be frank, I'm doing this post out of boredom, not actual inspiration. I'm slightly dissapointed with myself for this, I must confess... I mean, it's spring break! I should be partying with friends, going places and doing stuff with my peers, not sitting at home, debating if it'd be worthwhile to take a nap whilst I blog.
Getting off topic, EVERYBODY who is reading this needs to see this. It's extremely motivational. www.tweenbots.com Truly, it says something about us as humans... it's a message we don't hear often, but one that should be.
Well, my brief time mentioned in "Clumsy" as Romeo Montegue is over... in that time though, I kinda got to know the whole Shakespearian experience a bit, and the whole idea and culture behind his writing is really quite amazing. I don't think there's any other author who can capture the entire culture of an entire era as well as he. In a weird way, I feel a little bit like some of the personality of Romeo has been seeping over to me. Over the last little while I've been acting more impulsive that usual on certain issues (one or two of you reading this might know what I'm talking about). It's really strange. I have honestly felt kinda different, and I really don't know what the cause is... I'll give more out on that later.
I feel empty. I can't explain how it feels, or exactly what it is I'm feeling, but emptiness is the best way to describe. It's just... nothing... and for lack of better words from there as well, I hate it. I wish something would happen to make me have some sort of feeling, but life just seems to be at some kind of a halt right now. Maybe it's my pent-up stress about certain issues in my life, maybe it's worrying about people, or being concerned about the future, whatever. It's just... there, and I'm not.
-Falling stars
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Clumsy
Well... I fear to whisper this, but I will anyways: I finally believe that spring is here! Somehow, though, it feels like every time that I work up the confidence to sing this from the rooftops of the darkened city that is the Albertan skies, the fates conspire to obliterate whatever optimistic fantasy of sun I've conjured... but no matter! I have faith that the time is finally nigh!
Anyways, I've been rather busy lately, between schoolwork, relationships, and a new writing project I've been putting a fair deal into (a bit more on that later)... also, as my means of speaking have been showing for the last few weeks, I've been studying "Romeo & Juliet" in English, and I've really been enjoying it. It should also be noted that I've been selected for the part of Romeo, and I've been having a great time with that, and have been trying (though not very hard, albeit) to let the part get to my head. Lets see... Ah! In other academic news, the MHS concert band has been nominated to go to provincials in Red Deer, sometime in May! Hopefully, things will go well, and we'll be able to go, and make a good name for our little town.
However, every silver lining also has it's cloud.
Recently I did something most simple, but equally as inadvisable: Simply put, I missed the last song. My actions hurt the one closest to me, and in the process I did a tiny bit of damage that can't be undone. Yes, I realize that with only the greatest of ease I can do something inverse to what I already have done, but that will just build around a tiny hole. Again, I realize that a repair might make the previously mentioned metaphorical dam stronger than it ever was, but the hole is still there, a tiny pockmark to be ogled at by any passerby's who dare to look a bit more closely than most.
Well... I think that's all I've got for now. In later times, I'll write more about my upcoming literary project, and I'll try to keep in touch more
The mother is getting getting confused, lost in the supermarket, and on the way home, we go dancing in the fountain. It always seems like a good idea, and that's because it is a good idea. We're just like... the first man in the state of nature. We're invalid, we're ignorant, and we're stupid, but above all we're happy
It's you, it's me, and it's dancing
And of all the things you thought you knew
-Chris Gast
Anyways, I've been rather busy lately, between schoolwork, relationships, and a new writing project I've been putting a fair deal into (a bit more on that later)... also, as my means of speaking have been showing for the last few weeks, I've been studying "Romeo & Juliet" in English, and I've really been enjoying it. It should also be noted that I've been selected for the part of Romeo, and I've been having a great time with that, and have been trying (though not very hard, albeit) to let the part get to my head. Lets see... Ah! In other academic news, the MHS concert band has been nominated to go to provincials in Red Deer, sometime in May! Hopefully, things will go well, and we'll be able to go, and make a good name for our little town.
However, every silver lining also has it's cloud.
Recently I did something most simple, but equally as inadvisable: Simply put, I missed the last song. My actions hurt the one closest to me, and in the process I did a tiny bit of damage that can't be undone. Yes, I realize that with only the greatest of ease I can do something inverse to what I already have done, but that will just build around a tiny hole. Again, I realize that a repair might make the previously mentioned metaphorical dam stronger than it ever was, but the hole is still there, a tiny pockmark to be ogled at by any passerby's who dare to look a bit more closely than most.
Well... I think that's all I've got for now. In later times, I'll write more about my upcoming literary project, and I'll try to keep in touch more
The mother is getting getting confused, lost in the supermarket, and on the way home, we go dancing in the fountain. It always seems like a good idea, and that's because it is a good idea. We're just like... the first man in the state of nature. We're invalid, we're ignorant, and we're stupid, but above all we're happy
It's you, it's me, and it's dancing
And of all the things you thought you knew
-Chris Gast
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Stop the Clocks
Oh dear Lord... I need to be doing more writing. My apologies for succumbing to my laziness like this, but I've been fairly busy with life.
*sigh* I'm done of winter. A few days ago I felt certain that the clouds would finally part, and I could once again bask in the suns rays, and bid farewell to the ice for at least a few months. However, we in southern Alberta were given no such sympathy by mother nature. -To all readers- Be grateful if you live somewhere where there is no snow in March.
Over the past few days everyone in my home has been doing battle with an illness of sorts, and recently, I've succumbed to this vile micro-organism. My head bears a certain similarity to the feeling a church bell must have... as for the rest of my body, I feel dizzy to the point of having difficulty standing up, and (possibly to attribute to my lack of balance) I have no energy whatsoever. At this point I feel like I'm borrowing the flow of my music just to keep from falling asleep on the keyboard... come to think of it, I'm actually typing in sync with the rhythm of my music, which is kinda sad. (Which, BTW is the sophomore album of Dallas Green (AKA City and Colour) "Bring me Your Love". Very nice old-school folky sound, with a nice blend of passionate lyrics. Nothing new or special, but it's all done very well.)
Hm... it's times like this that I almost wish that nobody read my blog, so that I could say things that would offend practically all of the people who read this, and to those it didn't offend, it would just give away more of myself than I'm willing to put out there... again, to anyone curious enough to ask, feel free to fire away with the questions. I can't promise you I'll answer, but depending on who you are, I might throw you a line if I'm in the right mood.
Gah... I think that's about all I've got in me for now. I'm sorry for not writing more, but I don't think my brain can handle too much more of this
And to quote one of the most overused love songs ever "And maybe, you'll be the one who saves me"
-The kid who didn't make it
*sigh* I'm done of winter. A few days ago I felt certain that the clouds would finally part, and I could once again bask in the suns rays, and bid farewell to the ice for at least a few months. However, we in southern Alberta were given no such sympathy by mother nature. -To all readers- Be grateful if you live somewhere where there is no snow in March.
Over the past few days everyone in my home has been doing battle with an illness of sorts, and recently, I've succumbed to this vile micro-organism. My head bears a certain similarity to the feeling a church bell must have... as for the rest of my body, I feel dizzy to the point of having difficulty standing up, and (possibly to attribute to my lack of balance) I have no energy whatsoever. At this point I feel like I'm borrowing the flow of my music just to keep from falling asleep on the keyboard... come to think of it, I'm actually typing in sync with the rhythm of my music, which is kinda sad. (Which, BTW is the sophomore album of Dallas Green (AKA City and Colour) "Bring me Your Love". Very nice old-school folky sound, with a nice blend of passionate lyrics. Nothing new or special, but it's all done very well.)
Hm... it's times like this that I almost wish that nobody read my blog, so that I could say things that would offend practically all of the people who read this, and to those it didn't offend, it would just give away more of myself than I'm willing to put out there... again, to anyone curious enough to ask, feel free to fire away with the questions. I can't promise you I'll answer, but depending on who you are, I might throw you a line if I'm in the right mood.
Gah... I think that's about all I've got in me for now. I'm sorry for not writing more, but I don't think my brain can handle too much more of this
And to quote one of the most overused love songs ever "And maybe, you'll be the one who saves me"
-The kid who didn't make it
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Sing the Sorrow
Okay, this one is going to go, for sure, no questions asked. This is my third attempt to do an entry in the last five days, and I'm really hoping that this one will actually work. With the other two I never really went anywhere with them, and they just felt like a waste of text, so I never published them.
As for news in the life of Chris, today is Valentines day, which although is not exactly how I envisioned it to be, is still going to be pretty great. Know why? Because I say it will be, and that's all I need. Take that world.
Another thing that I really want to make a brief comment on, is that I've actually found myself improving at playing the guitar, a fact which overjoys me. I've been pushing myself in how I play, an it's been paying off!... and I think that that's about all that's been happening in my life really, unless you want me to start a monologue on my school life (and trust me, you don't want that. At all.)
I am bored out of my skull. (As in literally, my head is hurting)
It's a Sunday afternoon, and I have absolutely nothing going on, at all. I wish I had interesting thoughts to talk about, or life events that I feel comfortable sharing with the entire friggin' world, but I've got nothing, which makes me feel like a terribly boring person right now.
So, to substitute, I'm going to post a little monologue that I did for my English class about two weeks ago. The link to the picture is;
http://www.saudek.com/en/jan/obrazky-na-plochu.html?o=04-wp
Honor. Nobility. Morality. All those things, they’re only whatever you make them out to be. Adhering to the basic principals that can justify your sleep at night. The way I see it is just as the struggle to make you feel like a good person. Justify the sins we all commit by trying to play with honesty, and indiscrimination while hoping that the rest are going by the same standards as you.
The figure in the image: A blissful representative of a certain curiosity and mystery. Perhaps pondering the contents of the train. Maybe he’s reflecting upon the events of the day, using the deafening roar of the train as his own inverse tranquility. What’s to say he’s not waiting for the sunrise, and the train is nothing but coincidence, making for an annoying behemoth of an obstacle between our bare-footed subject, and his taste of gold? From my point of view, all of the above are irrelevant. Either way, the feeling, which is conveyed by the photographer (an art, which I believe, is on par with even the highest caliber of writing, or the writers behind it), is positively undeniable. The simplicity implies not only the photographer’s standpoint, but somehow the simple grace of the little things. One of the things that I really want to draw attention to would be how the entire left half of the picture is empty. Sure, there is the blurry outline of the train, and some dry grasses featured here, but in contrast to the right half, is extremely simple, and that to me, is the embodiment of passionate honor. Being true to oneself in an artistic expression, and avoiding conforming to a conventional opinion is truly a beautiful thing.
It might not seem like this to others, but I think that the way the photographer was subtle, yet very blunt with a single image, states everything that is needed. Picturing the seductive allure of the loneliness, which we (as humans) all crave from time to time. Of course, there is the blatant roadblock of reality that keeps us making our own seclusion into an actuality.
Which brings us back to the point mentioned in the paragraph prior to the last. Staying true to you is the purest kind of honor. Keeping your own desires, ambitions, and morals, and not losing track of you.
*This is not part of the things*
Hey! Notice the trick I did? I took six-hundred words, and used them to make nothing! Yay me!
-The only thing to be more wary of than those who wish you ill are those who want to love you.
As for news in the life of Chris, today is Valentines day, which although is not exactly how I envisioned it to be, is still going to be pretty great. Know why? Because I say it will be, and that's all I need. Take that world.
Another thing that I really want to make a brief comment on, is that I've actually found myself improving at playing the guitar, a fact which overjoys me. I've been pushing myself in how I play, an it's been paying off!... and I think that that's about all that's been happening in my life really, unless you want me to start a monologue on my school life (and trust me, you don't want that. At all.)
I am bored out of my skull. (As in literally, my head is hurting)
It's a Sunday afternoon, and I have absolutely nothing going on, at all. I wish I had interesting thoughts to talk about, or life events that I feel comfortable sharing with the entire friggin' world, but I've got nothing, which makes me feel like a terribly boring person right now.
So, to substitute, I'm going to post a little monologue that I did for my English class about two weeks ago. The link to the picture is;
http://www.saudek.com/en/jan/obrazky-na-plochu.html?o=04-wp
Honor. Nobility. Morality. All those things, they’re only whatever you make them out to be. Adhering to the basic principals that can justify your sleep at night. The way I see it is just as the struggle to make you feel like a good person. Justify the sins we all commit by trying to play with honesty, and indiscrimination while hoping that the rest are going by the same standards as you.
The figure in the image: A blissful representative of a certain curiosity and mystery. Perhaps pondering the contents of the train. Maybe he’s reflecting upon the events of the day, using the deafening roar of the train as his own inverse tranquility. What’s to say he’s not waiting for the sunrise, and the train is nothing but coincidence, making for an annoying behemoth of an obstacle between our bare-footed subject, and his taste of gold? From my point of view, all of the above are irrelevant. Either way, the feeling, which is conveyed by the photographer (an art, which I believe, is on par with even the highest caliber of writing, or the writers behind it), is positively undeniable. The simplicity implies not only the photographer’s standpoint, but somehow the simple grace of the little things. One of the things that I really want to draw attention to would be how the entire left half of the picture is empty. Sure, there is the blurry outline of the train, and some dry grasses featured here, but in contrast to the right half, is extremely simple, and that to me, is the embodiment of passionate honor. Being true to oneself in an artistic expression, and avoiding conforming to a conventional opinion is truly a beautiful thing.
It might not seem like this to others, but I think that the way the photographer was subtle, yet very blunt with a single image, states everything that is needed. Picturing the seductive allure of the loneliness, which we (as humans) all crave from time to time. Of course, there is the blatant roadblock of reality that keeps us making our own seclusion into an actuality.
Which brings us back to the point mentioned in the paragraph prior to the last. Staying true to you is the purest kind of honor. Keeping your own desires, ambitions, and morals, and not losing track of you.
*This is not part of the things*
Hey! Notice the trick I did? I took six-hundred words, and used them to make nothing! Yay me!
-The only thing to be more wary of than those who wish you ill are those who want to love you.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Earthless
Her bedroom is her temple, her books and stereo her muse
And she feels humbled by this equation, and sets fire to all her shoes
Not because of Heaven and Hell. She's just not leaving anytime soon
And as the smoke pours out her window, a face forms behind the moon
And it looks like the face of Jesus, but if it's Jesus, she needs proof
Ah, Rain Maida, you never fail to make me smile, between your excellent acoustics, haunting voice, and dark lyrics (and that's not even bringing up his kick-ass falsetto.)
Well then, where should I begin... I can't quite remember when my last post was, but odds are I haven't been doing very much since then. The only change that has happened lately is that the new classes I've got going on this semester are dolling out a fair deal more homework than those of the first... which doesn't make for a very exciting blog post, if I do say so myself.
*mental note to self*-Think of things to write about before you actually commence writing. It makes it actually worth reading.
Wait! I lied, I do have one thing that I want to say something about! Valentines day is just around the corner! Minus the terribly grim history, I do really enjoy this time of year, A) because (as a friend of mind continually reminds me) I'm a hopeless romantic, and B) for the first time in my life, I actually have someone to enjoy Valentines day with (Um... if you're reading this (and you know who you are) it's not that I didn't enjoy last Valentines... but I think you know what I mean, right?)
The stormmaker says it ain't to bad
The dreammakers gonna make you mad
The spaceman says "Everybody look down!
It's all in your mind!"
Yeah, y'know what, that's all I've got for tonight
G'night, sleep well, and wish me luck that my next post may be better
-Your very own "Dreammaker"
And she feels humbled by this equation, and sets fire to all her shoes
Not because of Heaven and Hell. She's just not leaving anytime soon
And as the smoke pours out her window, a face forms behind the moon
And it looks like the face of Jesus, but if it's Jesus, she needs proof
Ah, Rain Maida, you never fail to make me smile, between your excellent acoustics, haunting voice, and dark lyrics (and that's not even bringing up his kick-ass falsetto.)
Well then, where should I begin... I can't quite remember when my last post was, but odds are I haven't been doing very much since then. The only change that has happened lately is that the new classes I've got going on this semester are dolling out a fair deal more homework than those of the first... which doesn't make for a very exciting blog post, if I do say so myself.
*mental note to self*-Think of things to write about before you actually commence writing. It makes it actually worth reading.
Wait! I lied, I do have one thing that I want to say something about! Valentines day is just around the corner! Minus the terribly grim history, I do really enjoy this time of year, A) because (as a friend of mind continually reminds me) I'm a hopeless romantic, and B) for the first time in my life, I actually have someone to enjoy Valentines day with (Um... if you're reading this (and you know who you are) it's not that I didn't enjoy last Valentines... but I think you know what I mean, right?)
The stormmaker says it ain't to bad
The dreammakers gonna make you mad
The spaceman says "Everybody look down!
It's all in your mind!"
Yeah, y'know what, that's all I've got for tonight
G'night, sleep well, and wish me luck that my next post may be better
-Your very own "Dreammaker"
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Sam's Town
Good afternoon internet! What should you be doing right now instead of reading this? Don't you have a job, or homework, or at least something more constructive you could be doing? My thoughts aren't that great. (Yet, you're still reading)
This week has been... well, a week. Not boring enough to whine about, but not exciting enough to have stories upon stories to convey... the high points of my week were probably either hanging out with friends/ Vanessa on Wednesday, getting my damn math midterm over and done with yesterday (which I'm fairly certain I did poorly on), and hanging out with the regular gang last night (minus Vanessa, unfortunately), and just had an awesome time doing nothing. God... it feels good to act like a teenager every once in a while, a feeling I deny myself of far to frequently with this life I've made for myself. Between an borderline obsessive interest in underground art, a strange philosophical outlook on existing, and a terribly critical view of myself, it doesn't leave a lot of room to just stay up late, rock out, have a bonfire every once in a while, and just sit back and take it easy.
Hmm... What else has been going on... Oh! My baby brother is crawling now (his first birthday is on May the fifteenth, a date that falls precariously close to my own). Anyways, now that he's mobile he's been much happier, although he is a fair deal more difficult to look after because he makes an effort to get into all of the things that he shouldn't be. Toys don't hold his interest (quite) the way that they used to. In a way though, we're all like that, satisfied with the little things that can merely hold our attention, and we will stay that way unless more is brought to our attention... or in the case of people like Max, or myself, go find more. Perhaps it's just some sort of indication of discontentment, but I like to think it's just a "quest" of sorts, to find what the world, and the people have to offer.
The one other thing that I want to comment on is the idea of people going into a "maniac" mode over something they're passionate about. (if that makes any sense) For example, I will be deeply offended, and will not hesitate to aggressively defend the music I listen to, or the artists I care about if they are insulted or attacked by someone else. Most everybody who I can think of has something that means this much to them, which is an awesome thing, because with that kind of passion put into something, incredible thing can be accomplished. The thing that I wanted to get at though is the opposite end of awesome. The way the people hurt each other when caught in the passion of forcing on, or defending something from/on someone. It is understandable to want to have something seen from your perspective, but is it really worth annoying someone, or in a particularly bad situation, flat-out make enemies?
Okay, I think that's everything for today. I should be back later this week with more...words
I totally wrote this post on a "Killers" high. Wait, when am I not on a Killers high?
Now! Go do something constructive!
(It's okay, I'm not either)
-Lover, dreamer, loser
http://www.picturesforsadchildren.com/index.php?comicID=65
This week has been... well, a week. Not boring enough to whine about, but not exciting enough to have stories upon stories to convey... the high points of my week were probably either hanging out with friends/ Vanessa on Wednesday, getting my damn math midterm over and done with yesterday (which I'm fairly certain I did poorly on), and hanging out with the regular gang last night (minus Vanessa, unfortunately), and just had an awesome time doing nothing. God... it feels good to act like a teenager every once in a while, a feeling I deny myself of far to frequently with this life I've made for myself. Between an borderline obsessive interest in underground art, a strange philosophical outlook on existing, and a terribly critical view of myself, it doesn't leave a lot of room to just stay up late, rock out, have a bonfire every once in a while, and just sit back and take it easy.
Hmm... What else has been going on... Oh! My baby brother is crawling now (his first birthday is on May the fifteenth, a date that falls precariously close to my own). Anyways, now that he's mobile he's been much happier, although he is a fair deal more difficult to look after because he makes an effort to get into all of the things that he shouldn't be. Toys don't hold his interest (quite) the way that they used to. In a way though, we're all like that, satisfied with the little things that can merely hold our attention, and we will stay that way unless more is brought to our attention... or in the case of people like Max, or myself, go find more. Perhaps it's just some sort of indication of discontentment, but I like to think it's just a "quest" of sorts, to find what the world, and the people have to offer.
The one other thing that I want to comment on is the idea of people going into a "maniac" mode over something they're passionate about. (if that makes any sense) For example, I will be deeply offended, and will not hesitate to aggressively defend the music I listen to, or the artists I care about if they are insulted or attacked by someone else. Most everybody who I can think of has something that means this much to them, which is an awesome thing, because with that kind of passion put into something, incredible thing can be accomplished. The thing that I wanted to get at though is the opposite end of awesome. The way the people hurt each other when caught in the passion of forcing on, or defending something from/on someone. It is understandable to want to have something seen from your perspective, but is it really worth annoying someone, or in a particularly bad situation, flat-out make enemies?
Okay, I think that's everything for today. I should be back later this week with more...words
I totally wrote this post on a "Killers" high. Wait, when am I not on a Killers high?
Now! Go do something constructive!
(It's okay, I'm not either)
-Lover, dreamer, loser
http://www.picturesforsadchildren.com/index.php?comicID=65
Sunday, January 11, 2009
The Hunters Lullaby
*Cracks knuckles* (Yes, I do that in reality, and it makes me feel cool).
Well, yesterday's post took me like three days to find the time to put that damn thing together, but if all goes as planned this post (Sunday, Jan 11, 2009) should be completed within a few hours. At this point, I feel almost obligated to bore you guys with little tidbits about music, but I have more artists that should definitely be checked out: The first is a group called "Eisley" (used to be named after the city "Moss Eisley" in Star Wars, but after a brief run in with the law department of LucasArts, they dropped the "Moss" in order to avoid a potentially ugly lawsuit). Anywho, a couple days back this delightful family band from Tyler, Texas was brought to my attention by a close friend. I purchased their EP "Telescope Eyes" and found it to be decidedly enjoyable... Sort of Tegan and Sara meets Paramore kinda thing. They have a certain "old-school rustic chick rocker" feel to them which gives a wonderful (but slightly hokey) spunky country girl effect.
Entry time!
Hm... I didn't really do too much between yesterdays entry and this today's post... I guess I just went to church, and had a talked with Vanessa (oh my god, seven months?) In my shallow realm of "dating" this is by a huge margin my longest (and most meaningful) relationship. Of course, there's always odd fluctuations in things, and from time to time, things don't really go according to plan (but usually they turn out better than originally conceived, so that's okay I guess. Also, would life be any fun at all if it always worked out as planned?) Either way though, things have been a bit strange with her, and I've been doing my best to get everything back to what could be regarded as a potential "ordinary", but deep down I feel like that's kinda history.
What else to I have to talk about... Oh! There's an amazing book I've been reading that should definitely be checked out by anyone who likes... well, I'm really not certain how to classify it at all. Really, if you like reading at all, and don't have any problems with graphic scenes then I strongly recommend that you check this out. Picture this: "If you can imagine that Peter Pan's enemy is not Captain Hook, but Neverland itself, or what the whale that swallows Jonah is Moby-Dick, you'll begin to appreciate what this book is about. Anticipate with dread, size, and understand. A riveting reading experience"
-Gregory Maguire, author of Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Well, I guess that's about all I've got to say about my life right now. I'll be back with another post later this week, maybe next weekend at latest
Caught between the stars and underground, climbing up for the sheer purpose of falling back down
-Any other boy
Well, yesterday's post took me like three days to find the time to put that damn thing together, but if all goes as planned this post (Sunday, Jan 11, 2009) should be completed within a few hours. At this point, I feel almost obligated to bore you guys with little tidbits about music, but I have more artists that should definitely be checked out: The first is a group called "Eisley" (used to be named after the city "Moss Eisley" in Star Wars, but after a brief run in with the law department of LucasArts, they dropped the "Moss" in order to avoid a potentially ugly lawsuit). Anywho, a couple days back this delightful family band from Tyler, Texas was brought to my attention by a close friend. I purchased their EP "Telescope Eyes" and found it to be decidedly enjoyable... Sort of Tegan and Sara meets Paramore kinda thing. They have a certain "old-school rustic chick rocker" feel to them which gives a wonderful (but slightly hokey) spunky country girl effect.
Entry time!
Hm... I didn't really do too much between yesterdays entry and this today's post... I guess I just went to church, and had a talked with Vanessa (oh my god, seven months?) In my shallow realm of "dating" this is by a huge margin my longest (and most meaningful) relationship. Of course, there's always odd fluctuations in things, and from time to time, things don't really go according to plan (but usually they turn out better than originally conceived, so that's okay I guess. Also, would life be any fun at all if it always worked out as planned?) Either way though, things have been a bit strange with her, and I've been doing my best to get everything back to what could be regarded as a potential "ordinary", but deep down I feel like that's kinda history.
What else to I have to talk about... Oh! There's an amazing book I've been reading that should definitely be checked out by anyone who likes... well, I'm really not certain how to classify it at all. Really, if you like reading at all, and don't have any problems with graphic scenes then I strongly recommend that you check this out. Picture this: "If you can imagine that Peter Pan's enemy is not Captain Hook, but Neverland itself, or what the whale that swallows Jonah is Moby-Dick, you'll begin to appreciate what this book is about. Anticipate with dread, size, and understand. A riveting reading experience"
-Gregory Maguire, author of Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Well, I guess that's about all I've got to say about my life right now. I'll be back with another post later this week, maybe next weekend at latest
Caught between the stars and underground, climbing up for the sheer purpose of falling back down
-Any other boy
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Room Noises
Well, well, well... here we are. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-two minutes to think about why you are here. You will not talk. You will not move from these seats. Any questions?
Heh... Movie references (Breakfast Club, for those of you that didn't know)
Anyways, sorry about the wait. I've been away for a while, as I believe I mentioned in my last post. More on that in a moment. The things that have gone on behind the boards that covered up this particular window to my life are many, and most were rather significant, and I'll do my best to get to (some of) those as well. However, first things must come first: Of course, over the holidays, I acquired several new albums, but the two that need an honorable mention on this site are: Stars "Set Yourself On Fire", and Tegan & Sara "The Con". Both are Canadian artists, that fall under the genre of "light, lyric-based indie rock", but obviously both are very different. Actually, for those of you who don't know, Tegan and Sara actually have a fairly interesting history to them. The duo are identical twins from Calgary, Alberta (which, isn't very far from where I live). They used to play as a band "PLUNK" which was absent a bassist and drummer. In their high school's recording studio they recorded their first two demo albums "Who's in Your Band", and "Play Day"
Okay, maybe it wasn't that interesting, (to you, anyways).
Okay, to get going with an actual entry... Wow, this is kinda strange to be writing again... Like I said, a ton has been going on in my life, but for the privacy of certain individuals, I'll keep the details to myself.
My trip to Mexico was awesome! I had probably the most amazing time ever while I was there, and it was hands-down the greatest new years eve of my life! At a point, in the middle of a street (a tiny, cobblestone street too, may I add) there was a fireworks display! A bizarre... tower of sorts, with fireworks all over it! The way the lights sprayed off in all directions, illuminating even the blackest of nights, and lightening even the darkest of hearts on that... Dare I say, warm, evening. The amazing part though, was that that wasn't even the high point of the trip for me. I'd elaborate further, but I really don't want to describe things in depth right now (I'm just not really in the mood), so if you want to know, just ask me, allright?
Relationships are strange. In this instance, I'm not talking about a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. I'm more thinking along the lines of friendships, bonds, trust, love, that sort of thing, y'know? Why should you, or anyone for that matter be putting any faith in me? Who are you to trust a soul that could be darker, more twisted, and much, much deeper than you ever imagined? What give you the notion that confiding in me is your best option? Why even treat it as an option. I'm no guru, so why treat me like I know any better then you?
Well, that's about all I've got. Maybe when I've been properly aroused from this state of mental idle I'll do another, more fulfilling entry here.
But until then: This world isn't kind to little things. Protect the tender things, and the strong ones will take care of themselves
I can be as cruel as you, fighting fire with firewood.
-Chris
P.S. Don't ask why, but I need a new band name. Please post any ideas you may have as comments, please and thank you!
Heh... Movie references (Breakfast Club, for those of you that didn't know)
Anyways, sorry about the wait. I've been away for a while, as I believe I mentioned in my last post. More on that in a moment. The things that have gone on behind the boards that covered up this particular window to my life are many, and most were rather significant, and I'll do my best to get to (some of) those as well. However, first things must come first: Of course, over the holidays, I acquired several new albums, but the two that need an honorable mention on this site are: Stars "Set Yourself On Fire", and Tegan & Sara "The Con". Both are Canadian artists, that fall under the genre of "light, lyric-based indie rock", but obviously both are very different. Actually, for those of you who don't know, Tegan and Sara actually have a fairly interesting history to them. The duo are identical twins from Calgary, Alberta (which, isn't very far from where I live). They used to play as a band "PLUNK" which was absent a bassist and drummer. In their high school's recording studio they recorded their first two demo albums "Who's in Your Band", and "Play Day"
Okay, maybe it wasn't that interesting, (to you, anyways).
Okay, to get going with an actual entry... Wow, this is kinda strange to be writing again... Like I said, a ton has been going on in my life, but for the privacy of certain individuals, I'll keep the details to myself.
My trip to Mexico was awesome! I had probably the most amazing time ever while I was there, and it was hands-down the greatest new years eve of my life! At a point, in the middle of a street (a tiny, cobblestone street too, may I add) there was a fireworks display! A bizarre... tower of sorts, with fireworks all over it! The way the lights sprayed off in all directions, illuminating even the blackest of nights, and lightening even the darkest of hearts on that... Dare I say, warm, evening. The amazing part though, was that that wasn't even the high point of the trip for me. I'd elaborate further, but I really don't want to describe things in depth right now (I'm just not really in the mood), so if you want to know, just ask me, allright?
Relationships are strange. In this instance, I'm not talking about a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. I'm more thinking along the lines of friendships, bonds, trust, love, that sort of thing, y'know? Why should you, or anyone for that matter be putting any faith in me? Who are you to trust a soul that could be darker, more twisted, and much, much deeper than you ever imagined? What give you the notion that confiding in me is your best option? Why even treat it as an option. I'm no guru, so why treat me like I know any better then you?
Well, that's about all I've got. Maybe when I've been properly aroused from this state of mental idle I'll do another, more fulfilling entry here.
But until then: This world isn't kind to little things. Protect the tender things, and the strong ones will take care of themselves
I can be as cruel as you, fighting fire with firewood.
-Chris
P.S. Don't ask why, but I need a new band name. Please post any ideas you may have as comments, please and thank you!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
How far we've come
Say what? Two posts one week? My God Chris, are you ill? Mad?
The (technical) correct answer to this question is yes, as I am slightly unwell with an annoying head cold, and the madness is... well, quite eminent.
The reason for me doing multiple posts in a single week though, is this: Lately I've been putting thought towards my journal I abandoned only after I started "My Song", and it's kind of sad entry-wise. Most of my journal entries were kind of vain and pointless, but that aside, I did one most every night, and I can read back on those, and tell quite clearly my own tale. In comparison, however, the blog gets only one post every week or so. Anyways, what to take from my little monologue is the fact that I'm going to try to do more entries. At least two a week, but... egh, maybe not, we'll have to see, I suppose.
Well, winter is most definitely upon us here in the frigged northern-regions. The days have become shorter, and the nights contrast this recent anti-growth. However, unlike the darkness's undeniable spreading, it hasn't reached me (at least, not yet.) I've been oddly happy for the last few weeks (minus, of course for a handful of incidents, but let us not reflect upon those too much.) It's been very strange for me to have a positive outlook on everything, and to have a contented existence, rather than constantly desiring more then what life actually has to offer.
Pulling a 180 degree spin on my current thought train, my parents recently had over for dinner the new band director of the Magrath high school, Sam Yamamoto. He has a tendency to be a little "hardcore" from time to time in his teaching methods, and has a few odd tendencies, and is a bit on the odd side, but overall, he is a really nice guy. Anyways, he was over for dinner, and rather then being all awkward and uncomfortable as I expected it to be, I actually had a good time. It was decidedly pleasant to just talk to him as some guy rather than a teacher... at risk of him ever hearing of this, I'm kinda hoping it'll happen again.
Strange how things happen isn't it? For example, whenever I'm doing a post, I always think it's just going to be a quick dip into the sea of the catacombs of my mind, but usually I wind up putting up way more then I originally intend to. If you really do put thought to it though, is that not how most things happen? All the way from falling in love with a magnificent girl you met on a bus, to starting some sort of global enterprise, and owning a quarter of the Earth, to the bad end of the spectrum, like unplanned parenthood, or suicide, or gradually, but surely changing what you are, from all of the things that you once believed in, to being an entirely different creature, having your own morals twisted against you. Maybe I'm off by a bit, or completely wrong altogether, but I can't help but feel that there's a truth to my own words (wow. If that doesn't sound cocky, I don't know what does.) Either way, it's just one odd boy's observations, as my own words are not set in stone, and everything I write is completely open to observation
Okay, goodnight (or morning), and may truth and beauty always be your guides.
Be the trouble you want to see in the world
-Chris
The (technical) correct answer to this question is yes, as I am slightly unwell with an annoying head cold, and the madness is... well, quite eminent.
The reason for me doing multiple posts in a single week though, is this: Lately I've been putting thought towards my journal I abandoned only after I started "My Song", and it's kind of sad entry-wise. Most of my journal entries were kind of vain and pointless, but that aside, I did one most every night, and I can read back on those, and tell quite clearly my own tale. In comparison, however, the blog gets only one post every week or so. Anyways, what to take from my little monologue is the fact that I'm going to try to do more entries. At least two a week, but... egh, maybe not, we'll have to see, I suppose.
Well, winter is most definitely upon us here in the frigged northern-regions. The days have become shorter, and the nights contrast this recent anti-growth. However, unlike the darkness's undeniable spreading, it hasn't reached me (at least, not yet.) I've been oddly happy for the last few weeks (minus, of course for a handful of incidents, but let us not reflect upon those too much.) It's been very strange for me to have a positive outlook on everything, and to have a contented existence, rather than constantly desiring more then what life actually has to offer.
Pulling a 180 degree spin on my current thought train, my parents recently had over for dinner the new band director of the Magrath high school, Sam Yamamoto. He has a tendency to be a little "hardcore" from time to time in his teaching methods, and has a few odd tendencies, and is a bit on the odd side, but overall, he is a really nice guy. Anyways, he was over for dinner, and rather then being all awkward and uncomfortable as I expected it to be, I actually had a good time. It was decidedly pleasant to just talk to him as some guy rather than a teacher... at risk of him ever hearing of this, I'm kinda hoping it'll happen again.
Strange how things happen isn't it? For example, whenever I'm doing a post, I always think it's just going to be a quick dip into the sea of the catacombs of my mind, but usually I wind up putting up way more then I originally intend to. If you really do put thought to it though, is that not how most things happen? All the way from falling in love with a magnificent girl you met on a bus, to starting some sort of global enterprise, and owning a quarter of the Earth, to the bad end of the spectrum, like unplanned parenthood, or suicide, or gradually, but surely changing what you are, from all of the things that you once believed in, to being an entirely different creature, having your own morals twisted against you. Maybe I'm off by a bit, or completely wrong altogether, but I can't help but feel that there's a truth to my own words (wow. If that doesn't sound cocky, I don't know what does.) Either way, it's just one odd boy's observations, as my own words are not set in stone, and everything I write is completely open to observation
Okay, goodnight (or morning), and may truth and beauty always be your guides.
Be the trouble you want to see in the world
-Chris
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Gentle blizzard
Hey world... In very recent retrospect, it may have been a good idea to come up with a topic, or actually have visualized an idea in my head before starting this entry (which I realize is way overdue, so my most sincere apologies. Sorry it's been so long... (okay, well only two weeks, but I've tried twice already to do an entry, but life keeps intervening, and I never get the chance to finish it. Today, however, I'll do what I can to complete an entry in... well, one social class. If not though, I'll do what I can to finish at home. The reason I haven't been writing though, is chiefly due to the fact that I have been incredibly busy with my church's Christmas production. I played the bass trombone in it, and all things considered, it went very well, minus a few small... Technical difficulties, such as the uncooperative llamas, the penultimate crying Jesus, and some small pranks played by the moving cast. The biggest thing about it though was the always reliving fact that lots (about 3500) people came, and got to hear the true meaning of Christmas.
Okay, biblical moment aside, I haven't really been feeling the Christmas spirit much this year, to be completely honest. Between the baby in the house, school, and how everybody seems so busy all the time, it just feels kinda... dead. I can't really elaborate much further than that, but it's just the way that the holidays have been striking me. There is, however something I'm greatly excited over: On December the 27th, my brother and I are going to freakin' Mexico! I can't wait to go, I get to see some family whom I haven't even talked to in nearly six months, and I get to... tie up some loose ends. Anyways, suffice it to say, I'm crazy stoked to go, and this should be a fun trip. I'll try to write at least once while I'm away.
I really don't have that much to talk about, but I would like to do a quick review. This one, however, is not of my normal medium; the beautiful, grace of music, no this is a bit different. This my friends/Internet strangers, is a video game.
Final Fantasy Tactics: The War of the Lions *Internet explorer fails at uploading image, I just leave it be*
This game, first of all, is a remake of the original Final Fantasy Tactics for the original PlayStation, released in 1997. As part of Square Enix's 20 year anniversary of the FF series, they released a remake of the game onto the PSP.
Obviously, the general idea of the game is the same, however, the things that one needs to keep in mind with this is: The graphics have been greatly amped up, plus there are some downright incredible CGI cutscenes throughout the game, complete with voiceovers, and an overall great feel. Also, there are several new jobs for your characters,(which I won't mention due to spoilers) creating a great new strategy one can employ to beat the enemy... And you'll need it. The AI is completely redone, and is (by a huge margine) more difficult than the original. You'll need all the help you can get. For lack of better way to describe it, all I have to say this this. You'll need patience, a good brain, and a bit of luck to make it through this game. I would recommend this game to anyone who is even remotely a fan of RPGs, RTSs, or even just looking for a good handheld game.
Wow... Just when I think I can't get geekier.
Ahh! 9 days until Vanessa's birthday... But... I'm prepared.
I'm nothing special, and I can take you down only one road. But I can promise you this. All the things you'll never find with others are down that path. Follow at your own risk.
Okay, biblical moment aside, I haven't really been feeling the Christmas spirit much this year, to be completely honest. Between the baby in the house, school, and how everybody seems so busy all the time, it just feels kinda... dead. I can't really elaborate much further than that, but it's just the way that the holidays have been striking me. There is, however something I'm greatly excited over: On December the 27th, my brother and I are going to freakin' Mexico! I can't wait to go, I get to see some family whom I haven't even talked to in nearly six months, and I get to... tie up some loose ends. Anyways, suffice it to say, I'm crazy stoked to go, and this should be a fun trip. I'll try to write at least once while I'm away.
I really don't have that much to talk about, but I would like to do a quick review. This one, however, is not of my normal medium; the beautiful, grace of music, no this is a bit different. This my friends/Internet strangers, is a video game.
Final Fantasy Tactics: The War of the Lions *Internet explorer fails at uploading image, I just leave it be*
This game, first of all, is a remake of the original Final Fantasy Tactics for the original PlayStation, released in 1997. As part of Square Enix's 20 year anniversary of the FF series, they released a remake of the game onto the PSP.
Obviously, the general idea of the game is the same, however, the things that one needs to keep in mind with this is: The graphics have been greatly amped up, plus there are some downright incredible CGI cutscenes throughout the game, complete with voiceovers, and an overall great feel. Also, there are several new jobs for your characters,(which I won't mention due to spoilers) creating a great new strategy one can employ to beat the enemy... And you'll need it. The AI is completely redone, and is (by a huge margine) more difficult than the original. You'll need all the help you can get. For lack of better way to describe it, all I have to say this this. You'll need patience, a good brain, and a bit of luck to make it through this game. I would recommend this game to anyone who is even remotely a fan of RPGs, RTSs, or even just looking for a good handheld game.
Wow... Just when I think I can't get geekier.
Ahh! 9 days until Vanessa's birthday... But... I'm prepared.
I'm nothing special, and I can take you down only one road. But I can promise you this. All the things you'll never find with others are down that path. Follow at your own risk.
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