this fire

it's awful white outside. and i don't mean that as some overarching social commentary on race relations. i mean it's snowing a lot.

i'm wearing a long sleeve shirt under my hoodie. i have my hood on my head, and i'm wearing a pair of those really thin wool gloves that the lady cashiers use at the local chinese supermarket.

the thermometer in my room reads 14 degrees Celsius. uncool. uncool.

anyways, i've decided to start lugging my laptop around the house and working in other corners, hoping to perhaps kickstart my productivity. first stop, my big red chair.

also, i start my two week today, where i will drink nothing but water. if i don't make it till the weekend, know that i loved you all.

black wave

there's a herd of deer living in my backyard. they all seem to be does or fawns, i have yet to see a buck.

i've counted as many as 8, and usually they just hang around my house, or eat the bushes in my backyard. last night when i came home, all 8 of them were eating the shrubs in-between our neighbours and our front yards.

it's so odd. when you get close, they kind of just all freeze and state directly at you. i mean, it seems that they're pretty accustomed to human presence since they don't run away at noise or anything. i drove up, parked in my garage and walked to my door, and they just kept eating.

well, eating and staring. it's kind of spooky. but kind of.....cool.

anyways, it's only odd because they're don't seem to be just visiting. i've been seeing them almost every other day for the past couple of weeks. and they're SO close. i mean, sometimes i wake up in the morning and look at the window, and i swear they're peering in at me wondering what i'm up to. or i'll be watching tv in the basement and look out the window, and theres 3 of them just chillin by the bbq.

i feel like i live in Nara.

intervention

things just gotta get done sometimes, y'know?

the biggest mistake is thinking i have to do it all alone. that life is some sort of burden for me to bear.

letting it go not by giving up, but by embracing it all as a testament to how amazing He is.

knowing when to say thanks, instead of "i got this"

learning to be humble, and learning that humbleness is what really makes you stronger in the end.

cool breeze on the rocks

anyone see that clip of pairs figure skater Jessica Dube getting kicked in the mouth by her partner? all i can say is.....ouch. i just hope for dude's sake that they aren't one of those pairs that are dating too. imagine trying to get out of the dog house on that one.

"i'm sorry i kicked you in the face with my skate and caused severe lacerations sweetie....have you lost weight? you look great...."

anyways, the weekend rant:

i want to build my own furniture.

ok, i guess that isn't really a rant, but you know....a guy's gotta have goals.

suffer for fashion

change freaks me out man.

i just realized that the past year has been ridiculous. my life a year ago is absolutely unrecognizable compared to my life now. i was moseying along just fine until i became aware of how much my life has actually changed.

now i'm all freaked out and unsure of things.

stupid brain. i should stop thinking while i'm ahead. oh well.

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amusing parent anecdote #51

*Simon finishes a cell phone conversation towards the end of dinner*

mom: who was that?
me: a friend, he was asking for restaurant suggestions for valentines day dates
dad: it depends on his budget
me: i think he's aiming for around $50 per person
dad: that's not very much....that's like a normal meal. he should just go to a chinese restaurant
me: i think he's looking for something a little more romantic....
dad: valentines day is stupid anyways. it's such a waste of money. just go to swiss chalet.
me: uh....ok
mom: when we were dating, all your dad did was come over and eat free meals at my house.
me: smooth dad, smooth. any other keen dating tips for me?
dad: what? it's not about money. me and mom used to eat cheap food all the time, it's about memories, not money
mom: i don't remember any of those meals...

*about ten seconds of awkward silence*

dad: tell carmen to come over and eat with us for valentines day.
me: uh....i'm going to pass
dad: you should take her to a chinese restaurant
me: uhhh.....
dad: or swiss chalet
me: i have to go now.....
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you know what the kicker to this story is? guess what we were eating for dinner at the time?

yup. swiss chalet.

warning

oh boston.

you are officially the most uncool american city, and the laughingstock of pretty much the entire world.

bravo, squares. bravo.