One thing that has been growing increasingly tiresome these last weeks is being the youngest one on the team at work. I'm back in grade nine or in public school and all you hear is the older kids picking on you like you know nothing and that their lives are so much tougher and oh so much more important. These people give lectures on being older like they earned the right somehow because they happen to pop out of their mother's womb 5-10 years earlier than I thought too. Let's have a parade for them. We can line up a ton of bitter 30 somethings who have become increasingly selfish and carry the burden of never meeting their own expectations of themselves.



I better watch out before I turn into that person. I'm probably one horrific scarring experience away. Do they know how unbearable they are to be around sometimes?

Is this how you feel about your iPod?

I was told that there would be a lot of sex in the Matrix Reloaded. And, although I appreciated this as any male would. I couldn't help but be slightly disappointed at the lack of matrix sex. I mean, isn't there a demand for such a thing. Has no entrepreneur come forward to advance the level of porn to bullet time porn, complete with slow motions and panning camera angles.

A new triptych from the gondola. Actually it's from the back of the hotel I was staying at. I haven't been able to regain my composure since I returned from my trip. I can't sleep enough.

Wha Happened?



I've haven't been having enough fun.



I've been hearing this stupid radio commercial too much that starts off with "Monday, I like Mondays. Monnnnndddddaaaay" and proceeds like that for 30 seconds. There is a new version for each day and I find this more tortuous than Britney Spears with a drum machine.



I've been encoding all my audio CDs so I can put them on my new 30g iPod. I love it so much. It rivals my love for my Jetta. Put the two on the table and I wouldn't know which one to pick. Is it better than Jesus? I like the remote it comes with. I read somewhere that it was awkward, I clip it to the bottom of my shirt so it is horizontal. Isn't that how it's meant to be?



I've been working really hard in the greenhouses on the weekends for my parents. One day I woke up at 5:30am and worked until 10pm.



I've been trying to figure out what the hell I want, when will I have time to do it and is it possible.



I've been having weird dreams.



I've been spammed

The difference between 4 and 24.



When you're 4 and your fish dies, your parents replace it and feign ignorance when you ask why Lord Flanders is pink and red now instead of red and purple.



When you're 24 and your fish dies, your parents let it sit and fester at the bottom up the tank and watch as it's colour slowly fades and it becomes one with the universe.

Life can be frustrating when you want to do one thing but are bound by another. When you have time to travel you don’t have the money, and when you have the money you won’t have the time. Nothing seems to be falling in place for me like it used to, on the bright side I am getting used to disappointment and the notion that you can’t have it all. The current can’t have, is a place all to myself. It’s just not in the salary and my free arrangements have run there course so I am moving. It worked out in a strange way. Friends of mine need money and have space; I need space and have money. What better reason is there?

Did you ever notice that at the end of every Cosby Show, Heathcliff was putting the moves on Claire. They were a very horny couple for a family show in it's time.

Every genre has it's place. I often complain about big budget Hollywood movies, mostly because they're crap and filled with actors full of imitation body parts and a teaspoon of charisma. But have you ever asked yourself what if there were no big budget movies? Where would we get T'n'A from? How would we escape reality? How could else could perfectly normal people be vaulted to stardom?



I saw X2 on Friday night. It plays by most of the big budget action rules; minimal plot, copious destructions, innumerable battles, beautiful people (Mmmm, Famke) and always always leave the door open for the next installment. I wouldn't of have had it any other way. Movies like these are as infectious as shot of heroin. After having watched X2, I was downright giddy on my way out having had healthy doses of the aforementioned T'n'A, action and wishing I was an X-Man.

Ugh. Don't you hate it when things aren't just quite right and you are spinning your wheels because you just don't know how to fix it. I need a home. A space to call my own. Somewhere to play music loud. Have my stuff. Stuff if good.



Although my living situation is gratis, it's not my space and the longer I stay here the more I feel like I am smack in the middle of people's lives I have no business being in the middle in. It's also tough kissing ass all the time. How long can it last before you tell them to stop complaining about the shoes in the ----ing hall and to turn off the ----ing tv when they leave the room.