outlook

Perhaps it was the daily photography. Or maybe it was the added stress of weekly presentations. In either case, I'm finding this semester, though less hectic than the previous few, is more difficult in a couple ways. Firstly, because the deadlines aren't as imminent, it means more time to procrastinate. Secondly, because there's more time to procrastinate, there's more time to think about being single. And with that, there's more time to visit online dating sites... and then become grumpy/sad about the prospects. Yep, that's me when I don't keep myself busy enough. Perhaps I should start up the photoblog again.. that required a good 2-hrs a day..

Thankfully this week has changed that, namely because I'm trying to start and complete 3 weeks' worth of projects in 4 days. For the most part it has been going well, but when a few teachers don't yet have the assignment specs ready for the end of next week due date, and I won't be here to receive them.. it's perhaps a little frustrating.

2 more days and the Pacific is mine.

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There's something about the lights reflecting off the saturated black pavement. Dancing stripes of red and white, the occasional green or yellow. The radio tuned to The Signal, thick trails of moisture riding behind the rubber. Lane-change right. Curve left. Don't stop. Don't slow down. Gliding atop the surface, carried by the streams of liquid light. Not invincible, but easily persuaded in this moment. Will be home soon, enjoy this while it lasts.

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I've been informed that a new recording setup has been configured at church. For some reason they opted for a cd-based system rather than hd-based, so they can't yet record the entire service, music and all, but they got much of it last sunday and the sunday before. When I have time I will certainly request a copy so I can judge whether or not you might want to hear how I sound in a more artistic format. If I deem it worthy, it will be shared. if not, feel free to pretend you never read this, hah!

It will be nice though; to finally be able to hear myself. I've been singing almost weekly for the past few years, and have only had a chance to listen back to it on a few occasions, and even then, it was through a small video camera microphone. Cause secretly, between you and me, I would love to sing for a living. Along with everything else I would love to do... but singing is so immediately gratifying, not like other work that requires hours and hours of effort before a result is reached.

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The above entry was derived from a proposed "new (to me) style" of blogging, as provided below for your enjoyment and/or revulsion. Based on a true story, though some details may have been embellished.

"and then i went and watched tv with my friends, and omg milo was so hot without his shirt on, and then i drove my friend Z home, and then i was like ok what do i do now, there's a car in front of me facing the same way but theres no room to go around!!~ but i was so smart cause i backed up. and then on the freeway there was like this garbage truck bringing all teh f*king trash from vancouver out to surrey, and like bottles n stuff were flying at my car with all the foggy mist from his wheels and i was all OMG i'm going to die! but i totally pwned him and passed him at like 150kmh and couldnt even see anything even though the wipers were on full hahahahah."