One Of Those Days

This day of all days had to be raining and dark, we had a plan but that got flooded out by the rain and now I am, well, pissed off. I know, stupid right? Ooooh the rain made her mad. But I can't help it, its just one of those days. This is one of those days for me that screams "FUCK!"
No matter what it is, the little things that you would normally just ignore, turn on you and bug you just that much more to make you hate them. Sitting in your own skin, in normally comfortable clothes bugs the hell out of you. It just itches, but you can't get out. This day the windsheild wipers drive you crazy. This day the pot holes and washboard on the gravel roads send another unwanted feeling through your body. Just EVERYTHING. Today your friends and family have too many flaws to count, the keyboard attached to your own computer doesn't seem to like the way you are typing today, and for fucks sake, its a computer! The coffee is cold, the stores are closed, the laptop ran out of charge and the power cable is missing, and my dashboard friend, my computer Chia Pet died. All the little things and big things in life that don't matter run through your head a mile a minute just to keep you angry at something. The friend who isnt being a friend, or just forgets how to be one, or the friend you have to hurt, because it'll hurt so much more later on, or the money you don't have to do the things you promised, or the soft addiction you can't break, the thing you can't find, the goals you can't meet, the people who are holding you back, the things you are holding yourself back from, even the colour of the paint on your nails sets you off... and no you can't blow off this steam, because on a bad day normally you would go outside to go skateboarding. Not today. It is next to impossible to skate minipipe when its wet. So what do you do? Three episodes of South Park later you try to sleep everything away... because not even South Park is funny on one of these days.

What Happened?

What happened to intelligent conversation? The popular version of a conversation sounds something like this: "Hey", "Hey", "Sup?", "nathin at all, u?", "natta", "cool", "yeah"... I hope I'm not the only one that doesn't count that as a conversation. So what is a real conversation these days.... sure it would start with the oh so popular "sup?" but then it could go both ways... the conversation could die with the serious lack of interest our generation has in eachother, or the conversation could take an unexpected turn and sound more like a "conversation" by definition. Then the word intelligent comes into the phrase... they are uncommon and do not last long as the people who are intelligent enough to have such intelligent conversations are usually busy doing "interesting" and "intelligent" things with their days. Most of the time. But every so often in a world of fake conversations you will come across a person that has an opinion, that will challenge your mind, that will make your brain work. That person, I have found, is the person you will enjoy the most, even love, until he or she fucks it up... but hey, no ones perfect right?

In a world of iPods...

Because i have limited access to the internet and very limited access to my thoughts, i am writing this at 11pm in BC on my laptop, with no internet connection... Something I have been thinking about is our generation and our obsession with music. I know it is a broad topic, but i think that because I am slightly... no, I am very obsessed with music, I have the authority to write something about it. It was brought to my attention resently that we have been given the resources, which makes it easier for us to become addicted to such things as music. I sit in my cottage on Salt Spring Island, B.C listening to my iPod when my dad comes along, rips my ear buds out of my head and places them into his ears, as quickly as he did this he recognized the song i had on and starts dancing... embarased, i snatched my headphones back and continue listening to The Beach Boys, and getting my daily fix of classic old school rock n’ roll, my dad said to me, “god, those things have good sound.” I reply, “400 bucks worth of good sound... great” being slightly sarcastic. THIS is the moment my dad walked away laughing at my remark and my brain started to think. When The Beach Boys brought out their records they were on 45s... yes, records, the masive discs that you might see piled in the basement of your parents house not being used, and if you’ve ever heard a record you’ll know that its no MP3 file. Though records were the best quality of sound at the time, we have come along ways. Some of us kids can tell MP3 quality sound from CD quality sound... which I find somewhat rediculous. But my point is that because we have such high quality music for next to nothing, we can afford to become addicted to the music that we enjoy without having to suffer through bad quality, which consciously or not, encourages us to enjoy more music than what would have been humanly possible in the days of 45s... the more we listen to music, the more we love it and the more we need it, which in turn, creates our strong addiction to music. Thank god someone made it easy!