The homework has kicked in and I've got my first essay: a 1000-1200 word Sociology paper that needs six academic sources. I'm a little lost on how to write this damn thing but I've got an appointment set up with the writing workshop in the library for Tuesday so hopefully that's enough time to put it together... For some reason I thought it wasn't due till the end of October but that seems a little unrealistic. We'll see how it goes. Other than the essay, I've only had some low-point grammar exercises in my writing class, a summarization assignment for english, a one page essay on Kant for philosophy, and some pop quizzes.
I still miss her, of course. It's easy to let the thoughts slip sometimes and focus on other things, but it's important to talk to her, and see her smile, and make sure she's okay. Even if it opens that pandora's box again. I talk to her in the morning and then I see her swimming in the pool, I see her longboarding past Petch Fountain, I see her three booths down in the library, and then I do a double take and see the space where she would have been. A week ago it turned the skies grey and made me sulk through dinner, and now it makes me smile and keeps her in my thoughts.
I've had a lot of good music to listen to lately; the Black Lungs (of which I now have both their album and a 7" with some bonus tracks), MF DOOM and his MM..FOOD and MM..LEFTOVERS albums, The Sword, Sleep's Dopesmoker, Dangers, Crystal Castles, etc. I've always been somewhat of a loner, I just had to get into the groove, and now that I'm used to it I'm back to my normal self, sneakers slapping the sidewalk with my Sonys on and my iPod shuffling. And I'm kind of glad to be that way - I don't feel lonely enough to feel left out of the KD social group here, and that's a positive thing. For the first while I realize I kept trying to inject myself into situations where I was tolerated but not really wanted, and kept doing it out of lonesome desperation despite clear signs of unease. A good friend gave me a tongue lashing and set me straight, and now that I'm comfortable with my place again, I feel alright about it.
Wallpapering this apartment is a pastime. I've got Ghandi, Jules from Pulp Fiction, and Dr. Gonzo watching over me. Some mysterious artist's thick-marker work is plastered next to my window, a treasure scavenged in Vancouver last weekend. Inserts from Limb from Limb and Earth 2 vinyls face my desk along with a painting Lauren did of a webcomic character. A few Achewood comics are posted up, along with Juno, Emily Haines, and two Cancer Bats posters, one signed, the other stolen from a lightpost downtown. A limited edition Johnny Truant poster. A printout of a Misfits poster, due to be taken to Kinko's and resized. A handbill from the Dangers/Gorlock show. An ancient Art Nlko poster I found somewhere. A collage of facebook photos of my Vancouver friends.
I think I'm progressing a little at bass. I really prefer full D tuning lately. More fun to write riffs around it, I find. I've just been sitting with it while watching my catalogue of West Wing episodes and figuring out Weedeater songs by ear. Kira May was a lot of fun.
Not quite sure what else to say, really. This has been another one of those autobiographical posts rather than one of the more artistic ones I prefer to put out, but I guess it shows what my life is like for the moment. If you live here in Victoria and have some free time, I have far too much of it - so keep me busy. My 250 phone number is on Facebook.
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