Monday, March 15, 2004

Headache

Why do I get so into things. Another diner, with another bunch of people talking about a bunch of stuff that really doesn't matter. I mean what is the point of having a bunch of twenty-something gather and talk about "issues" anyway. Are we so self-righteous that we actually think that our opinions matter that much. Oh woo woo, here we are in our fabulous friends fabulous condo on the ever trendy Montreal's "Plateau" neighborhood talking about shit. What is up with that? Who cares? Who fucking cares? Why do we insist on sitting there, boring the crap out of each other, trying to use conversation and good table manners as a way of proving to each other who is superior and more intelligent. Yeah yeah, I think Weber pales in comparison to Puccini, but WHO FUCKING CARES. If I have to hear one more time what some fuck thinks about opera I am going to start lose my marbles.

Well, I guess I am no better. I keep going to these diners and parties and brunches and join in the pretentiousness. Oh you bought a condo, welcome to the club, I guess you are one of us now. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? So I can hang out with you now because I will be living I a luxury condo? Christ, what is this world coming too. Oh blah blah blah the Passion of the Christ was such a wonderful comment on the history *yawn*. Are we insane? Do we actually believe that any of this matters?

What is important anyway? Is it important to discuss these things? What does it accomplish. NOTHING. It fills the void that would have been present had we not all been at diner talking about these things. But then again, had we not been there, what would have been doing? Personally, I would have been reading, or working or trying to learn something new or even spend some quality time with JR.

I guess I value my time much more now that I am approaching the big Three Oh. Is this really an appropriate way to spend my time? Or am I just bitter and jaded... Bitter at 30. Man oh man, I hate to see how fucked up I will be in 50 years... If the planet ever makes it that far... But that's a whole other rant for different day perhaps.

and can I say... I am really fucking fed up with racism.

G

Saturday, March 13, 2004

Curling to forget

Argh! The last 24 hours have been interesting to say the least. JR's dad went missing yesterday. The police were called and a missing person's report was filed. He was finally found roaming the streets this morning around 8am. That means he spent the entire night in the freezing cold outside. He was found on the street in Ville St-Laurent. We were just happy to hear that he was doing ok and is basically unharmed. I don't think he even realizes what kind of trouble he was in. The more time goes by the more I see how horrible Elzeihmer's disease really is.

On a more positive note curling is in high gear right now. Today I am watching (as I write this) the semi-finals of the Canadian men's curling Nokia Brier. Always action packed, specially with a team from the Maritimes. It would be nice to see Nova-Scotia win. I am sick of seeing Randy Ferbey and that asswhipe of a 4th David Needohin. I don't like him. He just bugs me. As for my own curling team, we are going to be playing tomorrow night and I am going to be skipping for the first time. I am very nervous at the thought of skipping, specially since I have been critical of our skips all year. Its really time to put my money where my mouth is. But we are down 2 players, so we have to use 2 subs, one of which is a beginner curler, so our odds are pretty slim. But it should fun nonetheless. I am have more fun when Frank is there. Next year I am definitely going to put together a team for me and my friends.

I am going over for diner at Nick's later. I don`t really feel like going but I think I need to get out. Seems all I do is work and watch TV and do my computer stuff. Specially since the next couple of days are going to be school intensive. I have to hand in my final paper for my Business and People Skills course for my graduate certificate. And of course, in good Gabriel form, I have done a good bunch of procrastinating so I have lots of work to do. I am glad its only a 2500 word essay. Sometimes I wonder if I will actually finish the Master's program. Three years seems like such a long time when you want to have a life.

One good thing, is that we are getting closer to spring. The daylight hours are getting longer and pretty soon the mercury will reach warm shiny temperatures. I can't wait! To top it off, I can feel my mood improving with each passing day. A sure fire sign that summer is just around the corner. Now if I could just get my fat ass motivated enough to start training again, I just might do a couple of triathlons this summer and a half marathon in June. We will see. I was planning on starting last week but its hard to make it to the pool when you have a fever and razor blades in your lungs. My stupid asthma. I am still coughing and hacking up crap, so I am going to need another week before I am anywhere near healthy enough to go to the pool. I am so sick and tired of my lung problems. People have no idea how crappy it is to feel like this, and I see people's face, I know everyone thinks I am exaggerating... But I guess they don't know what its like to wake up every morning and have to go through 20 minutes of coughing just to clear your lungs enough so that you can breath enough to make the walk to the bus stop. Oh well.

Hmm. Now that was a good rant.

See you later.
G

Hello World

Appropriate intro to my blog, coming from a programmer. I am trying out this blog to see how I like it. Maybe it will be fun. Maybe I will hate it. We will see. So here is to a fun blog!