E is for...

We talked about how the lights from the buildings and cars

Looked like reflections of the stars.

But to one you may be the world.

Don't walk in front, I may not follow. Don't walk behind, I may not lead.
If you stay right with me and we'll get there.
I promise.

Never forget If you need a leg up, I'm always here for you, and I have powerful legs.

Here be me timetable.

P1 - Math 30 - Mr Lam 

P2 - Bio 30 - Ms. Nicholson 

P3 - SPARE

P4 - Chem 30 - Mr. Flaman

P1 - English 30 - Ms. Griffin

P2 - Social Studies 30 - Mr. Lopez 

P3 - French 30 - Mme. Hajee 

P4 - PE 30 - Ms. Lloyd

I broke it to my coach that I'm switching track clubs this Fall...
No reply yet. I fear he might rage on me.
Love you all.

Defenestration

Hahaha.

I pressed "Next Blog" on the top of my page and this awesome dude's page came up:

http://pbarnycustoms.blogspot.com

Kinda made my day.

And speaking of my day, it was a mightily shitty one, for the most part. I went to the stampede grounds to do "take down" for some extra moolah, and it was a horrible experience... Yesterday it was alright cause we just had to move stock from one place to another, but today was awful. SO MUCH CLEANING. It drove most of us to the brink of madness, and even drove some into a murderous rampage.

For example, the (fucking) popcorn machine. It was caked with a thick layer of grungy filth that refused to remove itself, even when prompted with things like boiling hot water, a special popcorn-machine-cleaner, lots of elbow grease, and desperate prayers to a number of deities. Nope, no dice. And the supervisor was a fat grumpy bitch-loser.

I definitely had enough of all that, so I'm skipping work tomorrow. I debated whether or not I should go over there to sign in and then just leave right away (if somebody "forgets to sign out at the end of the day," they are still paid for three hours of work), but alas, I don't want to risk getting caught in the act of leaving, or getting stuck scrubbing the revolting recesses of the concession rooms for another dreadful day.

I'm quite revved up about the whole paycheck thaaang, though. If my calculations are correct, I should leave the Stampede with somewhere between 1200 and 1400 dollars, depending on how well I did on commission. Not too bad considering I had a decent amount of fun doing my job, and I didn't cut my hand in a bajillion places like our Lemon Heaven friends. I honestly felt really bad for you guys, though  :^[  you seemed so miserable in there as the week dragged on, what with that assface coworker, Hannah's love triangle, the endless lemonade lineups, and the slap-to-the-face lemon-scented hand-soap. Glad that you guys pulled through, and did not go on a murderous rampage.

I'm tired, bedtime.

FYI.

Lyndsay and I would like you all to know that we had our first semi-legitimate argument tonight, and that it was about tiny easels. But don't worry it's all fine now.

It's time for a new question, my friends:


What, to you, would be the most gratifying personal achievement in life?


This doesn't have to be something you plan to actually strive for in the future, but just... What do you know would make you feel like a million dollars if you were to achieve it?

(Let's leave out on stuff like 'Stop world hunger' and 'Save the whales,' please).

'oll

So I guess I have a blog poll now (that i'll probably update every few months or so).

Sweet, right? Have fun guys.

'ool.

If you could have a swimming pool full of anything except water, what would it be and why?


Squirrels. Seriously. Just a big writhing pit of squirrels.

petit poisson, petit poisson, vole vole voooollle.

If I were a fish that disobeyed some of the more recent evolutionary ideologies, and instead chose to abide by the evolutionary doctrine of Jean-Baptiste Lamarck (which claims that it is possible for an organism to acquire an advantageous physical trait [in this case, wings] within the span of a single lifetime and pass that characteristic onto its offspring), then I would have many places to go and many things to do, such as the deliberate construction of stupid run-on sentences chock full of unnecessary information on the dos and don'ts of evolutionary premise and propriety.

Amphigory.

TO ALL BLOGGERS/UNDERLINGS:

Once in a blue moon, I take a gander at your questions and answers. They can be quite informative, and often comical. So much so that I often feel like condescending to write some blogs of my own. Lyndsay pretty much summed up my "Next 10 Years" answer for me. It's quite likely that I'll end up being just another raptor police officer or geophysicist. But I think you will enjoy answering this question, my friends:

How much is unproven potential worth?

The mountaintop of human wealth.

Nothing could make me happier today. A well-played game on both sides, that goes without saying. And yet Canada, facing doubt and tremendous pressure after the USA's flawless tournament thus far, came out as the champions. World. Champions. Its days like today -- when Canadians unite to celebrate our accomplishments, when flags of red and white are waved proudly across the nation, and when the vast majority of Canadians will be drunk and rowdy tonight -- it's days like today that remind me how lucky I am to be a part of it all. Days like today are far more stirring and powerful to me than most things you can throw in my direction. Listen to this. Downtown Toronto has just been closed down. There are over 200 000 people celebrating in the streets. I don't know how to contain myself right now.

"I am a Canadian, free to speak without fear, free to worship in my own way, free to stand for what I think right, free to oppose what I believe wrong, or free to choose those who shall govern my country. This heritage of freedom I pledge to uphold for myself and all mankind." ALSO WE'RE GOOD AT HOCKEY.

John Diefenbaker (Canadian Bill of Rights, July 1, 1960.)

Hardcore Parkour!

It's time for me to talk about my week in Panorama, which was actually a while ago, but it must be shared with the world. It was a blast, in all simplicity. I don't remember many moments where I wasn't laughing. How about I start with... the food! Josh's dad made us a feast every day. Burgers, steak, lasagna, hotdogs, spaghetti, pancakes, bacon, the works. It was great. Not to mention the endless supply of Reese Cups/Pieces, Oh Henry's, two-bite brownies, and large gooey cookies that we ate constantly. Ben would stock up on chocolate bars in the morning for those long chairlift rides, and how could I resist when they were so readily available? Besides, the chocolate helped us gain some good pals, like Ethan the 11 year-old. Ben offered him candy on the chair and we were instantly amigos. After a race down the hill, he led us into the 'mystical forest' where we discovered a random cabin with two slides. Kinda creepy, really. But fun. Ethan was a friendly kid. Probably he should have been more frightened of us than he was, being alone in a cabin in the forest with three guys who offered him candy. Another 10 year-old we met, Louise, was much more reluctant. He was scared shitless of us. Poor guy. Smart guy, but poor guy. But again, Ethan was a friendly kid. It seems that every time we saw him on the hill, he was with a new group of people. Some younger, others way older. In truth, we felt kind of betrayed. But we figured he would come running back to us sooner or later. We had code names for everyone. Ben was White Lightning, I was Black Thunder, Josh had a number of names that I won't mention for his sake, there were Ethan's friends Green Machine and Purple Puss, who didn't really like us. My favorite day was the last one, because we spent it pretty much entirely in the terrain park, which is great in Panorama. It's right under the chairlift so people can go Oooh if we're impressive or OHHH if we get hurt. It's pretty sweet. No major wipeouts in the park, which is good. I wasn't even in the park doing anything cool when I had my worst wipeout. Caught an edge while rocketing down the hill and flipped. I hit my head pretty hard and started to feel dizzy and queasy. I thought there might be serious damage for a while, but I was alright by the next day. I didn't buy any photos this year, but we hit the photo jump like 10 times, and most of the pictures were sick. I tried to do something interesting in most of them, like stick my tongue out, smile, or give a thumbs up. Here's one from last year.

Another highlight was Josh and Ben fighting all week. It could start with something as simple as an insult, and it could end in bruises, scratches and humiliation. Hilarious to watch. I got in on some of the action too: Josh said I push like a wuss, so when we got to the park I knocked him down (brutally) in front of like 10 older guys who started yelling 'fight! fight! fight!' I don't believe I've embarrassed Josh that badly before. He didn't insult me again. Every night we would play lots of Call of Duty, which was amazing. I am contemplating whether or not I should ask for an Xbox and CoD for my birthday or something. Problem is that I KNOW I will become addicted. Our inspiration while playing was this scene from The Office:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_mpNUl3swk

Watch it.

So basically we ran around with knives, jumped across rooftops and did lame things while yelling 'parkour!' and trying to assassinate each other. And  know that if any boys read this blog, they'd agree that it is awesome. Oh, how I yearn for Call of Duty. 

Then we would head out to the pool for hours on end, where we made more friends. The lights in the change room randomly shut off a lot, which was freaky. There was a huge group of Bowness kids that were constantly high or drunk and trying to score, which was hilarious. They saw some girls walk into the sauna and followed them. Five minutes later, the girls walked out talking to each other about how disgusting the guys were .. Great stuff. They were so funny though. "Is that tree coniferous or deciduous?" "I think it's indigenous." "Go sit in the corner." or... "My name is Michael. My origins are from England if you must know." We also met Kate Thomson, an old friend from elementary school, her sister Sarah and their cousin Sean. Hung out with them a fair bit, which was great. 

And for now that's all I can recall. But I had so much fun.

Ryan out.

*BLIP!*

Lack of sleep drives you to do strange things.

RYAN MCKAY
RYCK MAYAN
YAM RAN, YCK!
CAN. M'KAY, RY?
KAY, MYCK RAN.
NAY, KARMA, C Y?
R  YA  MACKYN?
AN ARM, C Y, KY?
K, MAY AN  'R'  C Y?
YACK, Y R MAN?
MACK: A YYR
NAY, YA MRCK..

My fatigue soon overpowered my will to be weird,
And my phrases started making less and less sense.
So I slept. But you can call me Ryck Mayan now.

¬_¬

Wrench in the works.

I feel as though I have so much and so little to think about simultaneously. At random intervals each day, my mind swims with fun, cool, interesting things. Revelations, ambitions, manners in which I could find personal betterment.. But as soon as I say "what was that thing that I thought of earlier.." Poof. Gone... It's aggravating and disheartening. If I could ask to be better right now in one skill above all others, it wouldn't be for something like athletics or academics. Nope, if I could enhance a single ability, it would be my memory. If I could simply recall the things I've daydreamed, or the consequences of my mistakes, or my methods of rectification for those mistakes, I could place them all neatly on a table and piece them together like a jigsaw puzzle. I could poke and prod at these things, find what makes them tick, adjust them, perfect them, and in turn, I would be a better person. I feel as though this is the only snag on my sleeve holding me back from a greater sense of accomplishment, and yet it's such a daunting hindrance to overcome. Acquiring a Better Memory: A Simple, Step-By-Step Instruction Booklet. I wish.

First a spark, then a flame, now a fire,

we explode.

I was overdue for a crappy day.

All that was on my mind this morning while I was driving were my exams. All that was on my mind during my exams was the fact that I backed into Bryce's truck moments before school.

Fuck me. I was actually shaking during my math exam, it was bad. Just hope my insurance doesn't go up.

It's likely that my math replacement test didn't go too well, though I do hope it was better than the Finances test. Only had to make uneducated guesses for 2 out of 25, as opposed to guessing 6 of 15 on finances. Ugh, that was horrid. And I don't have high hopes for my english essay either. Just seemed way too vague. Oh, and apparently I wasn't even there for first period this morning. He marked me absent and we got a call. Thankfully I was able to back it up with evidence that I was there because I wrote my math test.
[edit: replacement was worse than my finance exam, and I got 100% on my english essay. Go figure]

In addition to that, my knee is a mess, and I have a track meet this weekend where I will fail at hurdles in front of MANY people as opposed to like 20 or 30 as I did last weekend. Oh, great, I have a blister on both feet as well, from playing dodgeball.

Oh, another thing now, my sister's iPod was stolen from the staff room at Petland today. They caught a guy on a security camera who was rummaging through her purse. So right now she's chilling there, feeling quite distraught, waiting for the police to arrive so she can make a statement. Thankfully the halfwit stole her make-up bag thinking it was her wallet, so at least she's got her license, money, and other things of that sort still.

And right now I'm preparing for a social essay, which I'm not all too worried about, but it's still a total drag to get ready for. And to write, for that matter.

Advantages:

1. I get to sleep in tomorrow because my Sports Performance teacher said he won't be taking attendance.
2. After tomorrow it will be all over for a while.
3. Dodgeball starts rather soon after exams, and the chances of failure are way less slim this year.
4. This crappy day is nearly at its close. 
5. I still can't say that I'm unhappy with life in any way.

Rise above the little things.

For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.

I love when you don't even know what day of the week it is because it doesn't matter in the slightest. Today, I was trying to get over the fact that it's 2010 (not that it makes a hell of a lot of difference). And then since I always think, for example, of what day of the week Halloween falls on, I discovered that I couldn't even guess at the present day. Maybe that's bad. But I like it. Because although it's nearly time to admit that the holiday is coming to a close, it's nice to know that I truly am not worried or stressed about anything right now. Like deadlines, or schedules, or going to bed early or waking up early. When school starts, I'm not going to be able to enjoy this feeling. I bet you that as of January 5th, I'll know exactly what day of the week it is until June. It's just how life works. So, for the few days I have left, I shall continue to live absolutely impervious to any sort of time-measurement. That's the only way one can truly enjoy the holidays.

As for New Year's resolutions? Umm. I can probably think of a few.

1. Try not to tear any more holes in the space time continuum. We all know how much of a nuisance that can be.

2. Try not to associate too often with invertebrates. Specifically of the coelenterate variety, which includes jellyfish, coral and sea anemones.

3. Don't leave the oven on.

4. Try not to use superpowers for ill.

5. Be sensible when it comes to the treatment of geese, especially really tiny ones, otherwise known as 'goosecous.'

6. Read "A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." Heard it's pretty sweet.

7. Find another weird talent or two.