Planes, wonderous planes, what will they think of next?



Nothing happened but it didn't help that while I was on the plane I read an article about some plane crash that Air Transat had a few days ago and then there was that whole Aaliyah thing. Oh Shit, that was a little turbulence, any second now the plane will drop out of the sky and everyone will panic; the air supply will drop from the ceiling; will I have to assume the position? Oh Good, we are going to land; that's fun; that baby is so cute, it is sleeping right though this; that was a sharp bank; can this plane do a barrel role? That would be so cool if it did.



Once safely on ground I had to go through Canadian customs and I had wrote that I had bought nothing for the 10 tens I was in SF. The agent even asked me twice and not until after she approved me did I go "oh shit!" I forgot to declare my mother's birthday gift. Then I got paranoid that somehow I was going to be marked for inspection as I pass through the gates. What do they do to people who lie on that? It can't be jail time can it? I can't go to jail. I wouldn't make a very good bitch. I walked through the gate without any problem.



Now at home I have decided that I am going to try and change my style on the site. I am going to be a little more honest which is going to be a little more chaotic since I have no idea how to bring honesty into to what I say and feel because most of the time I only tell factual stuff. Actually that is a lie, I say what I want and edit out the good stuff for fear of who may be reading. I wish I could be 100% honest but that would lead to trouble. Not jail time or anything but I am sure major disappointments would be had.

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I envy the freshman at Berkley. They most likely have no clue what is about to happen to them, how they are going to expand and change for better or worse.



I on the other hand only have a lack-lustre 4 months to look ahead too. I try to be positive but it's difficult. How can you get excited about something you have done 5 times before. The only thing exciting is the change from movement A to movement B.



University for me has been like an 8 month track that has been on repeat. The first 4 months are my schooling at UW and the last 4 months are my work terms. The problem is that everytime the track is repeated it degrades in quality. Now I am on the last round so to speak and the track is missing all the excitment and lustre it once had. The only immediate solution is to turn up the volume.

In the last few days I have done many things, I've

• been to the East Bay and Berkley.


• listened into to the conversations of Freshman on the Berkley campus, watched them march around lost while I posed as a student


• been asked directions every single day, not because I look like I am from the area, but because no one really is


• been asked so many times if I am going to burning man that I am willing to say I am.


• see the same girl at each of the clubs that I have been too


• reached my saturation point for all things trance/house


• walked across the Golden Gate bridge


• been educated on many forms of narcotics


• missed ...


• realized travelling alone is not that much fun. It is better to share the experience with someone.


• been able to resist from killing my brother


• been reflective


• started reading a new book


• been checked out and rated by many men in the Castro Area


• tried to immerse myself in a culture and not do the touristy things. I don't want to see, I want to understand. Why is everything so different here? It's all the same but not really at all.


• suffered withdrawl from my daily reads but are no longer dependent on them


• encouraged to be"real" and not do what I think is right but to do what will make me happy because in the end the only person I can control is myself. But, how do you look past the faces that you disappoint along the way?

I had the dream where I was a spy again last night. I love that dream. Could you honestly ask for a better dream than that. You wake up with good thoughts and excitement for the whole 2 minutes you can remember the dream.

Rattling Bass

Tweety treble

Hit the saturation point

No more trouble

I'd choose that over that anyday!

The lesbians, they like to toy with me.



We went to a bar downtown that was rather busy considering it was only , and considering it was only 7 it had a 5 dollar cover. Inside it was like a big wharehouse and they were playing trance music with a new DJ every 45 minutes. Once I settled in and had some drinks and a smoke I was feeling much better but then they found me. This really hot lesbian and her hot girlfriend and they were all over eachother. I had no choice but to watch as they pawed over one another and kissed. The funny thing is, everytime I left and came back they would find me again. Maybe it was all for me.

Last night we went to the Metreon to go and see American Pie 2 and as soon as we walked in I was horrified to see the long ticket line and no ticket kiosks in site. Upon further investigation there were 2 kiosks in the corner but they weren't friendly at all. It yelled "THE TICKETS ARE PRINTING" and then spat them on the floor.



Then I remembered a stereotype that I was once heard (which I am sure is not true) that Americans like everything loud and obnoxious.



The movie was really funny and had a great trailer for Not Another Teen Movie that was funny but probably showed all the good parts in the trailer.

Another foot tour but I think this is going to be the last one. they leave me rather tired. Today's took me through all of the Golden Gate park which is really nice, but big. My goal was to see the ocean, which I did, but it took a lot longer than expected. It was fun to just sit there and be reflective, but you have to watch out or you'll get hit by a wave or a sand tornedo.

My feet are so tired right now. I just did one of many Brad guided walking tours of the area. Today's led me down to Market ST and to Piers 1 thru 15. Some observations for the day.

• San Francisco is not that clean, but they do try. Everywhere I went smelled like Mr Clean, so I guess the illusion of clean is just as good as being spotless


• Nothing in stores here is cheaper than in Canada. Probably because of the low Canadian dollar. When I was in the Virgin Mega-Store, CD's were more than CD's in Canada before the conversion.


• People in the States may be fatter which is helpful because I could find my pant size, but they aren't any taller. Why can't I be big and tall. Why is it either or?


• Children must accompany adults at all times


• The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art is rather nice. It had some nice pieces that I enjoyed looking at and some that I didn't enjoy looking at. I almost vomitted looking at one. It was suppose to be "living art" I guess. The artist had ripped pieces of the canvas out and served them on plates. Not so bad but there were blood and guts in the gaps in the painting. It was a little disturbing.


• If you stop and stare a piece of art long enough eventually a crowd will form around it. At this point you can go off an laugh.


• There really is a Pablo Picasso-esque painting of Bart Simpson


• It really sucks when it is cloudy


• There is a Starbucks and/or a Wells Fargo ATM every 50 feet


• It costs a quarter to go to the bathroom on the street

According to google this site is "the easiest way to look at free porn pics with out giving them my name and email".



I am so proud.

This is the part of the trip where Brad becomes very very tired due to a combination of jet-lag and partying.



The flight to SF was pretty good. On the way over I think I was over come with a little bit of air rage. I was sandwiched in the middle seat and really had no space but thankful that the people beside me where small so I could spill over a little bit. The air rage set in a little later when the ass in front of me reclined after turning around to see if there was space to do so. It instantaneously infuriated me and I wanted to rip his hair plugs out. The only other humerous event was just after take-off the lady beside me was franticly looking for something in the seat and theran to the back of the plane. When she came back I offered my barf bag but she didn't want it. She was only looking for her glasses.



After landing in SF at 10 I went to my brothers place which I still think smells like the Crackhouse (Mmmm, baked mouse turd. my brother doesn't agree though) and we headed out for a club at 12 and were back by 2 but that was really 5 in the morning for me which was rather tiring. The club was playing house music and the lights were cool. It felt like we were floating. The funny thing was everyone on the dance floor was facing in only one direction. They were all facing the DJ which I am not used to but it makes sense. When you see live music you don't put your back to the band.



Today we went to Napa Valley for touristy wine tasting, hitting the Coppola winery which was nice but had more movie displays to look at than winery things.



P.S. I hate it when sunburns start to peel. it is messy.

Thanks for the birthday wishes.



I am off to San Francisco so expect sporadic updates at best.

Wow, I made it to my 23rd birthday and it's Friday night and what am I doing, a whole lot of nothing. It's okay I just got back from the cottage and tomorrow I fly out to SanFrancisco so I really should have some down time or I may explode. I need to be well rested for all the trouble I am sure to find myself in during the trip.



21 was sexy, 22 was the age of experience (I failed miserably at that, maybe I should repeat the year) and now 23 is unstoppable. It is the final year of University (which only applies to those of us in 5 year programs) so we are near the end. Basically our lives are going on and we better hurry up or we'll miss the boat. Aren't I too young to hear a biological clock?



I have no idea why 23 seems old. It seems like yesterday I was riding around the neighbourhood on my bike and now I am suppose to be acting like an aldult. It doesnt seem very different though. I still have no clue what I want to be when I grow up and I spend half my time playing.

Weather at the cottage today is totally crap-tacular. I have been forced to stay indoors to hide from the rain and nurse the sunburns and other assorted injuries I have incurred over the last 3 days. (Hence all the posts)

After watching Murder in Small Town X for the first time this week I had some crazy dreams. Which isn't really unusual for me.



This time I was in a house with about 10 other people and we were trying to solve a series of clues to win some prize which I am sure that I really wanted. After doing what everyone else was doing I ventured off on my own to some bathroom and found a clue that led me to the basement maze of the house. In the basement I met up with MacGyver who was running away from someone but was lost. I suggested building something out of a mouse-trap and a furnace filter but he had no idea what to do. Then the man came looking for him so we were ducking in and out of places but then an old lady showed us the way out and we took it.



Am I the only ones with crazy dreams or am I the only one that admits it?

In response to Tom's riddle: Switch. This very problem was the subject of one of my Artificial Intelligence lectures this past term. I could give you a simple explanation of why you should switch but then you wouldn't be in awe of my intelligence any more. Well maybe a little glimpse. Think of it this way. You have a third of a chance of winning with the original door, by switching you increase that to two thirds.



Did you ever wonder how much it would be worth you while to pay for the doorman to open a door is? Exactly one third of the prize in question.

I was excited to go to fray day 5 in Toronto but it seems to have disappeared. I guess the had a problem securing a venue.

Cottage life so far is great. I never realized how tired I must have been because I just fell alseep at 6 last night for a couple hours. This is the chance for my body to just shut down and it is doing a good job of it. On my morning kayak run my leg fell asleep so when I jumped out I almost fell in.



Goals for the week is to walk and talk with the animals. I made my first break through with the dragon-flies. They feel comfortable enought to land on me and damn, some of them are big. Today I will focus on squirrels and chipmunks.



I would try to unplug myself from the online world, but I am way too dependent. I think this may be an unhealthy relationship.

The great adventure begins!

Being in Port Dalhousie (dal-ew-sy) has put me in an excellent mood for my upcoming week at the cottage. I love the water, I think I may have been a fish in a past life.



We went to go celebrate my mother's birthday and as usual she spilt something on herself. This time it was only coffee so not a big deal but funny anyway. Afterwards my grandparents came down to visit and because they like to tell stories I asked about when my Mom was born. This was met with a great smile by my grandfather who said she had been a problem ever since she was born. The first thing she refused to do was breathe so they doctors took her by her feet and swung her around.



Can't you picture it, baby in one hand, beer in another and they spin the baby until it hurls and has no choice but to breathe. Are these the same doctors that shine flashlights on patients who later say they could see the end of the tunnel?

Getting my hair cut is like laying down on the psychiatrist's couch. My mom interegates me on just about anything she can think of. Today's topic was homosexuality. A touchy subject at best because my parents are totally against it and have choice words on the subject. I on the other hand could care less, I judge people by who they are. The problem is whenever someone brings up subjects such as that they are either looking for a fight or for you to say something specific.



My Mom wanted to here me say something and I am not sure if I came through for her. This did lead to a conversation on how my generation should be (is) more accepting because we are way exposed to a lot more diversity than generations before us.

My good friend turns 20 today. I don't know what I would do without him. He has brought so much joy to my life and has proven to be a valuable companion.

Something.

Last night my firends gave me a little birthday party since no one will be around for my birthday next Friday. I knew something was up because Rafi was a little too persistant that I come over to drink after our business final. Of Course I didn't put two and two together until half-way throught the final, which probably not what I should have been thinking about.



Quote of the night: "If there was so such thing as the bong olympics, you would win gold"

You know what I miss?



The way my floor shakes when I use my big speakers at home. My parents must be loving me right now. I think I like it because you can use another sense to the whole music experience. Add a visualizer and you are all set.

Today has been the fourth or fifth really hot day so I have been worshipping the air conditioners of the local establishments. Hopfully the weather will get a littler cooler for my upcoming vacation(s). First off I going to lake Muskoka for some deserved R'n'R and then off to San Francisco for 10 days to reconnect with my alter ego, that is the one I call my brother. It should be an interesting time and now I have the device to chronical it all.



The questions is, will I kill him? We have pretty much fought all our lives and 10 days will be the longest contact we have had since he started University about 8 years ago.

Not only am I a fan, I am soon to be a member.

I did it. I own it. I think I love it.

Another bout of midnight inferno last night, perhaps tha cause of my dreams. I am pretty sure it was caused by all the change I am about to under-go. I have to start packing for the 12th time or so in the last 4 years so I can move to another part of town.



Life never really settles when you are in co-op, you always move on to something new and different every 4 months. I guess it can take it's toll eventually, but it can be a fun adventure since you never look past the next 4 months in your life.

I dreamt that I was sent back to the 8th grade last night. All the teachers were still the same but all the students were now in Univisersity. I think my class was even the same, I still hated it. Right away I adapted my University habits for public school life. I started to skip class, not pay attention and pull answers out of my ass.



The only new thing in the school was a pool that was incredibly similar to a whale tank. All the people who skipped would go there and swim. My one friend did an excellent impression of a beached whale on the cafeteria tables that were in the pool.



Maybe you had to be there.

If you wanted to know..

• Friday night, was pretty uneventful, I crashed at a friends house as I was unable to walk home


• Saturday @ 2, we headed out to Carabana for what was to be a most excellent time. It was marred from the start. The express bus wasn't express at all but rather a portable sauna. The ride lasted 40 minutes and was so hot that some poor girl passed out. Things just never got better after that. After an hour we gave up and retreated to one our favourite restaurants to recouperate for the bar.


• Saturday @ 11, the bar was great, just the sort of thing that you need every once in a while. The music was okay but something else made the night awesome. Maybe the more women than men (which is rare in Waterloo), good air conditioning or plenty of opportunities contributed.


• Sunday @ 3am, a brief stop in the city hall fountain


• Sunday @ 3:30am, potential drug bust across the street that ended in whimpers as the neighbours swept the streets


• Sunday @ 3:35am, nacho fiasco


• Sunday @ 2pm, tubing down the lovely river in Elora Gorge. It was complete with a one hour wait to get tubes and a no show express bus. The river is great with spots to cliff dive, swim and ride the rapids.


• Sunday @ 5:30pm, I saved some poor kid that fell out of his tube. The kid was screaming and scared out his mind so I lost my tube and managed to scoop him out the rapids and place him on the bank. The kid was fine once he was out of the water. Before I left I asked him if he was okay, the only thing he could muster was a stout yes. It's funny how kids can be so proud, even thought you know they were scared.


• Sunday @ 8pm, going away BBQ. Our new friend is headed back to France. It's really weird how you go to a new country and then you make new friends and just when you are comfortable and enjoying yourself you have to go back. Life really is too short.

Wow. I have some cuts and bruises on me and I didn't make it home to my own bed; for sure signs that I had an excellent weekend.

You may now refer to me as Erotic Smurf according to the Smurf name generator courtesy of Lana. This is the best name I have ever gotten from a generator, usually I get dumb names like Stickleback.

When is it an addiction?



My friend was telling me all about her Bell ExpressVu set up and how they had just managed to score a magic decoder card. She was very excited about getting all the movie channels etc. since she is "living the dream" a.k.a being currently unemployed, she has lots of time to surf. As she got higher and higher in the channels she made a discovery, adult content.



Having never seen porn before she was naturally intrigued and watched for a while (plus porn has that i don't want to watch this but for some reason i am compelled to quality). The problem is now she may be addicted. The first symptom is that she switches between Martha Stewart and porn.

I stand corrected, the first civilian in space would be that millionare who paid his way up. The Da Vinci team will be the first to do it in a civilian made rocket. Which should be interesting because I think it would make a pretty explosure with all that raw power. (thanks for the reminder sandra)

Damn, there goes my chances at being the first civilian in space, it looks like Canada's Da Vinci team is going to beat me. What a cool job to have, I want be a self-taught rocket scientist. What a sec, I already am.

Happy Birthday, "The Catcher in the Rye" by J.D. Salinger is 50 years old. Here's Holden's 2 cents.



I never read the Catcher in the Rye until 3 years ago when I met this person and got to know her better. I discovered that she always carried a copy of the Salinger book with her and that it had this unbelievable impact on her. I read the book and was very impressesed. I took away a few things, but mainly that everyone is fake and a phony. Maybe that's scepticle of me but for some reason I inherently distrust people at first. My favourite quote came from the Catcher in the Rye. It goes something like this, "you just can't go anywhere these days without someone writing Fuck You".

This New App Sounds Fishy: This would have been a much better idea for my Artificial Intelligence project. Character recognition isn't as much fun as creating fish that attack each other.

Today's posts are brought to you by the letter K

K is for Ketamine stolen from vets.

Taken by club kids -- intended for pets.

Too much special K, you'll lose motor control --

You'll end up with Alice down Rabbit's K-Hole.