Northern Misadventurer

Slam pig: a person who makes a habit of one night stands-type relationships and dramatic scenes. Also probably a nymphomaniac. Can be of either sex.

Sometimes the word redemption almost scares me right out of my clothes and into the bed of another stranger. Almost

Hey all this is my newest music bit

lyrics:

I don’t wanna have kids yet
Oh Lord I’m Scared
everytime we risk it
all unprepared
But i’d want you (To pop ‘em out)

I don’t wanna house yet
Even though i could probably afford it
I’m just not really geographically devout
But i love to (Live with you)

I don’t wanna get married
seems kinda far from where i am these days
I don’t even
have a car, just a broken down ford windstar
Windstar
But i got a surprise (Bought you a surprise)

I don’t wanna die, not anytime soon
The only way babe,
is if i go with you
No i dont wanna be alone no not anymore
Not now not forevermore
So this is me (askin fer you)

I wanna get married though ‘seems kinda far
From where i am these days
I don’t even have a car
But i got your engagement ring (and abrupt end b/c of kurtis’ stupid ipod. fin)

Can a doctor please cure insomnia without pills. Then use me in the beta test. Whatever the heck the trail runs are called. Also, FINALLY getting time on dragon age 2. Stupid sickness+little brother owning console+dang little time awake

it’s only me

where literacy’s a dirty thought an knowledge

is wroght with cheap concerns our story starts

without saying a word

if you find the real world then listen close

you might like what you hear more than most

of what they’re started playing on the radio

canned tunes like tinned food sit on

everyone’s shelves and we all sit down to hear

when it hurts too much to make music our own

on long dark walks in northern woods

you hear the howls that pump your blood

and old worlds suddenly make themselves more clear

when you dont own a gun and want no gods

and play your shows for all the nice folk

who sit in the attic in between your ears

where the real world ends and the pipelines begin

and the women never outnumber the men

and crushed to death is an annual lottery

money is more than a passing addiction

all rigged up for payday worship

in the slave race i dont call my own

back in the saddle of that old saloon

where everyone knows your just a goon

and a one punch puts out any problems that come up

crawl and pray or stand up to say

more of your bitter old insepid cliches

when your work is harmful to the health of this world

stay out in style and drink a river

of that old poison although everybody knows

tonight they shouldnt stay

knives stuck in burners of stoves in the shack

and the driver’s nose is dripping white crumbs

this is where the northerners are from

where southerners come when the south doesnt want them

and northerners come when they get broke in the south

the white days here usually look all the same

sleep away a week again

this life is rife with fragile things

none of them more important than your time

and policies are all in place

to make sure we all go home at the end of the day

but deep down we all know mistakes are made

So, yeah. It’s reallt happening. I’m going to go to uni and learn…(duhn duhn duh!)how to be a nurse’s bitch!

Naw, not really a bitch, but sometimes. If working in hospital, my job description includes working directly under nursing in caring for elderly or invalid. I’m going to be taking the HSRCA course at TRU in kamloops this fall, and i’m getting super excited it’s actually coming. It’s still winter where i live, but soon spring. Two piddly little seasons then i actually get to go back home.

Stoked.

P.S., those little things you say at new years and don’t mean?

I MENT MINE. (Smoking=quit, gym=membershipped up, humility=still severly lacking but i’m working on it, gtfo.)

K, so

There’s this dude and like most *i’m writing a book it’s totally not about me, oh gosh look it’s about me* kinda books this deals with coming of age. It’s sweet reading about all those emotions you had when you were sixteen written out by a early 1900’s fratboy. I reccommend for those not man enough to read mordecai richler, or who regularily enjoy thinking about early 1900’s fratboys and where they lead the world. Also, the dude published this when he was 23. At least he “wrote about what he knew”. (A book to make my high school english teachers proud.)

Here’s a good bit

(Just pretend like he’s writing about your gender, whatever gender you are. That’s what i do)

Amoury coins a phrase

“When life gets hold of a brainy man of fair education” began Amoury slowly, “that ism when he marries he becomes, nine times out of ten, a conservative as far as existing social conditions are concerned. He may be unselfish, kind-hearted, even just in his own way, but his first job is to provide and to hold fast. His wife shoos him on, from ten thousand to twenty thousand a year, on and on, in an enclosed treadmill that hasn’t any windows. He’s done! Life’s go him! He’s no help! He’s a spiritually married man.”

Amoury paused and decided that it wasn’t such a bad phrase.

” Some men,” he continued, “escape the grip. Maybe their wives have no social ambitions; maybe they’ve hit a sentance or two in a “dangerous book” that pleased them; maybe they started on the treadmill as i did and were knocked off. Anyway, they’re the congressmen you can’t bribe, the presidents who aren’t politicians, the writers, speakers, scentists, statesmen who aren’t just popular grab-bags for a half dozen women and children.”

“He’s the natural radical?”

“yes…”

I’ve definately met men and women who were spiritually married. Have you? Do you know the kind i mean?

Meh, it’s worth reading. End of review

Dude

I am going to build a 16X24 shack in the woods this spring. I’ll post pictures as i go. Looking forward to building as green as possible. I feel it’s my responsibility to reduce my carbon footprint as much as i can. I’ll be putting up my house and starting my garden in spring, building a greenhouse in the summer and woodshed and deck additions to it in fall. I still plan on going to university for a semester, because I don’t have to pay for land. My sister and brother in law (Karla and Dave) have tons of extra space on their 246 acre lot in rural northern british colombia. (I’ll still be withing ten minutes driving distance of a library!) They have an extra generator, woodstove, fireproofing, siding and a whole buncha other random crap from their various additions sheds and outbuildings. I’ll b e on a small chuck about 4 acres they own that is seperated from the main piece by a road.

If they sell the land and it turns out to be unsubdividable, they’ll pay me out for material costs, interest and some labour.

If it’s subdividable, i’ll have land in a place who’s economic boom is expected to double the population in ten years. It’ll only cost me the price of a surveyor.

So, this is going to be an asset either way. The most goddamn kick-ass thing?

I’m moving out of my parents house spring, onto my OWN chunk of land, and building my OWN house. I’ll be buying my material as i go, so this operation is completely debt free.

 Folks,

SHIT JUST GOT REAL!

Authorities in San Francisco plan to install a stainless steel net under the Golden Gate, which still averages a suicide about every two weeks, despite the fact it has crisis phones.

Coolest poster i’ve seen in a while

(via vanillya)

a lot has happened and i can’t give it name

these things course wild through my mind untamed

thoughts leave trails marking their passages

i just look back, wondering bout the past again

way back in the day when my innocence was alive

and i loved to fish because it was merely a boy’s life

tim and his family used to meet up

with my dad and his family to hang out and pretend like it’s rough

busted wood campfires and old jackets smelled of dielsel

the first beer i ever drank came from him agreeable

he wired the house i used to live in

spent some time always saw each other lots on christmas

my dad’s close friend, we’d call him mostly uncle

it took a few years for our connection to buckle

but we still searched each other out if we were ever in the same town

A bruins fan for life, was his only deficiet

besides the drink which his life ended

so many tragic stories of men who can’t decide

whether or not they’re good enough to drive

leave behind rachel a wife and gentle person

two daughters and a son you know he’s not named after my person

more than ten years younger than me, they used to tease

they named him his name because my parents named me

I remember tim laughing and takin it easy

workin hard when work was there and loving his three children

New years will always seem a little strange without him around

he could tell a joke like you or i walk the ground

just came natural, it seems so strange

something you do one day can end your days

leave behind a legacy and a family’s broken heart

tear all your friends a little bit apart

I just hope where he’s going there will be a fresh start

I just hope where he’s going there will be a fresh start

I love this video