Mad Trivia.

call for entries? call for a doctor sir, sire, shiznit your sick.

just take the candy neo

i was picking up a glass for some tasty milk when it so decided it wanted to be juggled then thrown to the floor. seconds ticked away like they were hours and i watched the slender glass flutter through the air like a butterfly with a rubber band wrapped around it and then watched as its new-to-flight delicacy came face to face with the floor in a miraculous explosion of empty air and shards of its own material. and i thought to myself, that was the most beautiful thing i've seen all day. after my feet had been bandaged and the blood had been cleaned from the notsoshiney white floor, i pondered why i found such beauty in such destruction. it was an accident yes, but i was not even the least bit upset that the glass decided to prematurely leave my hand and sail away to its glass like afterlife. i was in fact, overjoyed to see it in such slow motion, anticipating the moment of the crash with every ounce of attention my body could muster, until at last oh at last it broke against the ground and my thirst for destruction was quenched. i think if i had purposefully taken the glass out to be broken instead of drank from, i would not have endured the anticipation or gained the satisfaction. how sad it seemed to me that happiness could flow from the smallest accident. it was then i reaffirmed in my head i want all my children to be accidents. happy wonderful accidents of joy. because i've come to realize that planning is bogus. for anything to be truly and genuinely enjoyed it has (or should, because has is very absolute and this may not fit everyone but it sure as deep cold fits me) to be spontaneous and appreciated for its unexpectedness, because if it is expected, and what you expected is exactly what occurs, the satisfaction would merely be satisfying. not overwhelmingly awestrikingly i cannot believe i just did that kinda thing (i mean again for me. some people get such delight in plans coming full swing into full successfulness, and get their jollies off that). i take pride (oh snap sin...) in being different. and learning that beauty is the only thing that matters. it encompasses all that is right. moments of beauty. love. friendship. the colour red. all traits of beauty. as it was then as it is now, (and by that i mean like way back when before technology weakened our primal senses and made us slaves to the things we create, where and when a man loved a woman he LOVED her (not just the sex, but you know. craved being with her in everything he does, wanting her to BE his life instead of joining in his (not 50-50 but 100-100))) so all things hopefully go on to remain beautiful.

a letter to the people in charge of me going to australia.

Australia is a place I have always wanted to visit. For around 8 of the past 9 years of my life, it has been the ideal place for me to relocate to when life got hard and I needed an out. Plan B, as I called it, was my way of dealing with the world when I didn’t care anymore. Not like this has happened, but with ACAD I have simply found an easier way to travel than succumbing to the pressures of being a post-teen who is afraid of actually growing up. My grades are not (yet) up to par, and as soon as they definitely-will be, the only thing preventing me from going to Australia should be my fickle mind on the matter. I’ve grown used to living at ACAD, and I fear taking a semester away from it will erase the sense of community that I have come to love and care for. On the other hand, knowing that this school will still be here when I get back, and the fact that I wouldn’t be going forever give me console in deciding that this program would be a great idea. As I have realized, plans change really quickly in art school. My desire to get a degree in design through the VC program has drastically changed into a pursuit of a BFA in painting, and accepting a potential lower income and largely a less dependable source for that income. My goals on this matter have still remained the same, though are now focused on a different path. Skateboard snowboard surfboard or any other ride able board has always had a special place within my artistic passion. I have painted several skateboards and long boards and have no reason to stop doing so. To be able to do these things for a living, and be able to sustain a family in reasonable comfort has been my dream for several years. I have several options being right next to the Rocky Mountains with the snowboarding front, as well as skateboarding and long boarding. I feel like being in Australia would allow me to observe and get involved in the surfing side of my dreams, as Alberta is dry as a desert when it comes to water related good times. Hopefully being right next to the ocean would provide an ideal avenue for me to explore my practice in a different setting. Goals and career aspirations aside, my personal philosophy in life is to ‘do’. Do everything you can while you can before it’s too late. I feel like a good deal of life, if not all, is spent waiting. We wait in high school to graduate to college; we wait in college for a degree that will give us the chance to wait for a career. Once the career is established, we wait to retire and when we retire we wait to die. Not like death is on the horizon for me, but at this age of 21 I have no real strings holding me back from doing anything. No career, no established ‘home’, and especially no relationship or wee ones giving me an extra dose of responsibility. I’m at a prime age of exploration, and providing nothing holds me back, the mobility program gives me the means to do life in a different way. I love Calgary. I love Canada. I love pretty much anywhere I’m at. If allowed to do so, I’ll love living in Australia. If I go, amazing; if not, that’s just as well because another opportunity to travel will arise. It’s up to me to get my grades in line with the standards that make me eligible. It’s up to you and God to allow me this opportunity to experience something new.

oh yes. pure corn. but no crap.

a super sappy foem.

lets join this freefall, you'n I. driving steadily towards the default grass covered hills, leaving nothing behind and expecting nothing in return. here is where we will be. our existance will resonate off the hollow vaulted above into something we cannot create by ourselves. alone in the corner is the only way to express what must be expressed. some sappy love song will play but it will be ours, ours to listen to and cherish and remember. the only gifts we are able to give is ourselves to each other, and nothing material could compare.

a nice thought.

one day i saw a dude. this dude was moving. he was moving in a way that made me jealous. he moved in a way that made me know his soul was bein tweaked and he was responding. through his headphones i heard the dull thump of a beat dropped several times too low, but low enough to captivate this dude into submission. his body tossed like his ears heard and his soul grabbed. it didn't even matter if this song was the greatest masterpiece ever written and recorded, or the biggest piece of crap ever conceived then pooped onto page. this dude loved it an didn't care who saw him lovin it. it was inspiring. often times at church i see people worshiping the same way. moving, flowing, feeling. doesn't matter what people see or what they choose to do. something so sacred is not meant to be disturbed or messed with. the line between feeling and listening is so delicate. when something is gettin in the way of the music it is soon to be forgotten. mmmmm.

my name is always there, waiting to eat my password and gain approval

for entry! boot camp is the only way to fly... options of previous engagements have been met with fruitful future. wall flowers are better than douche bags. you think your smart, but still your caught in the how. with your answers to your own questions you'll live a lot longer but doubly less satisfied. i'm glad there are people that are amazing at doing such stupid things. freckles are as cute as crinkled noses. i'm going to high five donald miller. commercials are the answer to the how do i become a total tool. unless they are funny. in which case respect to those who understand humour is the highest form of communication. even for chocolate. the number 1 outrageous moment in television history is a big bag of suck.
enough of observations and pre-meditated beefs and sunken messages of lamentation.

i went snowboarding. twice in the past two days. thats right, once, EACH day, for TWO days! only capslock can convince my own self that i actally mean my happiness. i still fear speed, and air, but everytime it gets more and more fun. so. its been decided. i'm running away to alaska, but on the way getting run over by a car, getting a huge settlement and spending the rest of my life on a mountain snowboarding. then coming home. then when i wake up, i realize i'm an artist, and everychance i get to snowboard i should take, because its not always i can race down a mountain. i wonder if God gets worried when we do things like enjoy gravity. is he like a parent, anxious about their childs newfound enjoyment in running across the street blindfolded? or does he get excited, like an physics-challenged buddy egging you on to go faster higher flippier. i like to think neither, but that when we are happy with what he's allowed us to do, he's happy. long as were not pissing away our soul doing so. we can hope. at the least. i like fire. maybe i should pursue a career in it. you think? mebe? flip who knows. i think, that, i have tons of time to decide. forever. but not actually.

theres a lot more

so much more in fact, that i don't even want to say? katrina? i want to say f-bomb katrina, but they arn't in the wrong, just our own focus in the wrong area. i need a sue johanson of the mysterious conflicting questions that are starting to plague me. not why, but why isn't there more done to help. just going seems to be a reasonable option. but so is the world ending. pretty much were a ticking time clock (NOT bomb) until one day we lose anymore chances to tell the truth. to shout it in the streets. me'n God have to get on the same pee schedule. get on track so we meet up more often. share ideas. spread some love. the growing rebelliousness inside is seeping out. china would be just that simple. mexico a situation. africa a service. but china grows in my head for no good reason other than what is being placed into it by something other than my media based influences. what?! frikken crazy. what happened to australia. oh yeah, God talked.

coyotes!

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coyotes!

mediocre list with no meaning. again.

things this second that rule:
golden grahams
the british
frisbee feet
playing hockey
waiting to play hockey
groceries for $52
moisturizer
couch
impending silence

things this second that piss me off:
unfaithful companions
the british
stock options
glasses that are straight but don't sit right
christians
oil basesd substances
unattained dreams
milk bombing
science
distance
bad acting
bald women

its your fault doug.