Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky tacky

Hello people,

It’s been a while. I think I’ve nearly gotten over the Leafs massacre.

Im angry, folks. Maybe it’s the lack of decent sleep or the fact that I have 4 weeks left in the grinder.

I’m angry at suburban life. It’s a fucking lie. I have so much to say about the this. The suburbs is a worldly replacement for purgatory.

Im angry at the scholarship system. I’m angry at the fact that you have to get on your knees and open wide to score a few bucks for school. Why the fuck is the shit so expensive anyway? Ontario has some of the highest tuition in the country!

I’m angry at the weather, it’s too fucking cold.

I’m angry at the Blue Jays, up until recently they’ve been playing like crap.

I’m angry at people’s superiority complexes. One day someone greater than you will crush you between their fingers.

I’m angry at Rob Ford. What the balls are you doing! Jesus the Toronto Star always wanted your head and now you’re just making it easier!

I’m angry at my economics class because it’s so fucking boring.

Im angry at myself that I have to swear so fucking often to get a fucking point across.

I’m angry at Muhammad Ali for continuing to fight even though his body took a fucking beating.

I’m angry at tobacco for making a pack of cigarettes such a dividing tool in my fucking family.

I’m angry at Tim Hortons for giving me stale coffee every damn morning.
I’m angry at being angry because I’m an overly emotion ki- *shot*

Be the Flower that Provides Fragrance, Even to the Hand that Crushes it.

Good day, gangsters.

Does someone want to buy me this? I think I’m turning into a hipster. Fuck. 

Anyways, I think I’ve recovered enough from the Leafs crushing defeat Monday night to start mentioning it without cringing. Turns out I’m getting better at handling sports heartbreak. In summation: that cock-up is something that I’ll be telling my kids about. Stuff of lore. 

So, prom is in about (at the time of writing) 14 days 18 hours and change, but who’s counting?

People have literally come up to me, while I’m in the middle of something (calculating a cross product is shit that will change the world, you shouldn’t interrupt a genius at work. Bums) and have become upset at me because I’m not sitting at their table. Whoa there, buster. 

Since when was I so popular anyways? 

Anywho, don’t your knickers into a ball (because that shit hurts, trust me my sisters have wedgied me enough to know) over where you sit, okay? You’re only going to be there 45 mins max while you have your still-bleeding steak or stupidly dehydrated chicken- capiche? After which you can twerk all over the dance floor. 

I got shit to do.

Adam

Aint too Proud to Beg

Hello people,

Quite a while since I last spoke with you people. Hope you are all fine.

My older sister and I were discussing what a good vacation is. She said that a good vacation consisted of one flying to a tropical country and staying in a resort. I said that if you do choose to fly to another country, you should live with the locals. For example, when I went to Kenya I ate tons of ugali, nyama choma and vyazi. All delicious foods. I slept with the locals, sometimes not in the most comfortable of places and played with the locals along the white sanded beaches that caress the warm Indian Ocean.

What sounds better? 

Of course, my way isn’t always the most glamorous, you might find yourself using a toilet like this or eating cold food at a place where a microwave is unavailable but to me it’s totally worth it. Travel and learn about other people! Don`t spend your time at a sheltered resort! 

I got to set off this explosive during school this week. Sorry that I look like such a chem noob in my school uniform. Reactants (according to my teacher) are as follows: mystery magic powder #23 and colourless liquid that smells like old piss (I’m not shitting you this is what he said) The two reactants were combined in a flask and left overnight. The next day the colourless liquid had turned into a deep purple froth. The froth was then filtered and the resulting powder set to dry. The powder was dried and tapped ever so slightly with a metre stick by yours truly. The video does NO JUSTICEto what that motherfucker sounded like. Christ alive that was loud.

MUSIC RECOMMENDATION FOR THE WEEK *HORAAAAY* 

It’s fucking Edwin Starr, that’s all I need to say. Motown at it’s finest. If you’ve seen Rush Hour you’d recognize this. 

MOVIE RECOMMENDATION FOR THE WEEK *HORRRAY*

The movie is Apocalypse Now. It features a young Lawrence FIshburne (one of my favorite actors) and is imho the greatest Hollywood portrayal of the psychological destruction of war. It also has one of the best scenes in cinematic history (see link)

That’s all folks!

Adam