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Labels: awesomeness

Are a rare breed, I've come to notice.
I have the most candidates in my English class at the Tech Center. I wonder why that is. I have the least candidates in... dude... I'd say Photographic Storytelling. There are so many older people in that class, it's ridiculous. Like, half, I'd say.

Yes, I see cute guys around campus, but... it's like... I haven't observed them enough to find their quirks or turn-offs.
In Art Appreciation, it was made pretty clear who my candidates were. We went around the class telling our names, the music we are listening to now, and what our last meal would be.
There weren't many cute guys in that class in the first place, but it got narrowed down after going through the class.
It was also the hearing them talk that can be a HUGE turn-off. It's so easy to spot people who are socially awkward that way.
Okay, story time!
In my last Art App. class, I noticed this one guy... well... um, I actually went up to him and asked him what the notebook was that everyone was passing around. Well, I said more like "What's this?" Without a word, he handed it to me, and I kind of made protesting noises. Not loudly, though. I don't really remember. It's not usually me to act like that around strangers. But, it wasn't like I was going to take the notebook from him. (Oh, we were all signing our names on the paper. Like... to record who was there). So I put it back on his desk (the desks are uber small, by the way), somehow got a hold of his pen (how I got it is a complete blur), and wrote my name. I said thanks as I gave him back his pen and handed the notebook to the next person.
See, I don't recall noticing him before, because I'm not a big fan of facial hair. I mean, this guy (I think his name's Adam... from the sign-in sheet?) has a beard. It's past stubble, but it's not grossly long. And he has pretty prominent arm hair. And he can't be over 30. It's unlikely he's over 25, even.
But that's beside the point. Why am/was I slightly attracted to him? Oh, and he kept drawing in class, I think. I doubt it was notes, cause that class was incredibly boring and uneventful.
And also the guy in the wheelchair. He has facial hair, too. But... I think I only watch him because he really has that mysterious vibe and everything. Dark hair, clothes, listens to metal... sits in a wheelchair...

On Thursday (Before my last Art App. class), I headed down to my next class to make sure I wouldn't be late. I sat at the larger-than-normal picnic table to finish my playlist on my iPod. Yeah... I was making a playlist. As I was sitting down, some guy was sitting at the very opposite end to eat. I didn't get a good look at him. He looked big though, so I assumed he was either older or... I can't recall fully what I thought.
So I'm getting to the end of my playlist, and I see an orange spider crawling up me. Fast. I try remaining calm as I stand up and brush it off. It went down to my waist. Great. It attached itself to me. I swipe at it again. It falls to my leg. My adrenaline made my wipes more anxious. I finally got it off. I wipe my leg a few more times to make sure it's not attached anymore.
Great. I probably made a fool of myself.
I turn around and look at the guy eating. He's actually... kinda cute. Older, yes, but it's hard to tell how much. And... it makes sense that he's hanging by the Art center.
"There was a spider on me." I said.
"Oh no." he replied, between bites. He had a bit of a grin... I think.

There's quite a couple cute guys in my English class. One in particular... he's tall, Asian, and skinny. I can't help but be attracted to that, man! I also can't help but notice that he looks at me at times. It's the hopeful side of me talking. Er... thinking. Both?

Keeping my eye on other people too, like the Tanner (I think that's his name) guy hanging out with the odd crowd that take Japanese and wear a kangaroo costume.

Labels: guys, school

(My car)

Why, Maze? Why did you just HAVE to get a flat going into the Tech Center parking lot? I wish I could've done something to stop the air from escaping. It was such a horrid sound to hear as I got out of you. I thought only of you during English. As I came up to you after class, my heart plummeted, seeing the tire touch the ground more than it should. I NEED you, Maze. Don't you see that now? Relying on my mother to pick me up and take me to the main campus to attend another class was nerve racking. I rely only on you, Maze, to get me to Clark with an hour to simply people-watch and enjoy the glory of air conditioning, rather than sitting in my mother's SUV with a broken air system. It was 90 outside. In fall. I rely on you, Maze, to cool me when I'm overheated. I rely on you to take me back home after class where I can finally wind down, instead of waiting for my mother to arrive in her oven of a car, and make our way back to you, during the peak of rush hour, wishing to the unseen stars above we would get back to you before the Triple A tow truck does.
And then to have your bright warning light glare at me all the way home? Telling me to check my tire pressure? As I go through the info, I get a little chuckle, seeing the tire pressure is an astounding 1, where the others are 30-32. But why did you have to blink and ding at me when I went down the hill? Going through the info again, the pressure simply said "--". Apparently, you were warning me that I had lost a wheel and was somehow able to drive with three.

I love you, Maze, but today, you drove me a little crazy.
And tomorrow I have to wake up early to get you fixed in time to take you back to school.

And I promise to avoiding using the usual entrance.
Will you forgive me?
I forgive you... I was able to get to class on time.

I went to Target with my mom today.
(Just wait, the story gets even better!)
As we were walking out, I heard the beginning of the song "Time To Pretend" by MGMT fill the air.
Or was it in my head?
It certainly sounded clear enough to be.
It stopped within a few seconds.
I asked my mom where the music was coming from, because, well, it really did sound like it was coming from everywhere at once. So... either it was coming from Target (because some stores have the music inside play outside), it was all in my head, or from a passing vehicle with a VERY nice sound system.
The vehicle one is the most likely choice, I suppose. Well, considering its volume and short time span.

But, dude. I thought it was freakin' epic. And I don't use that word lightly.... or often.
Well, you all know how the song starts, right? If you don't, you better look up the awesomeness of it.
So, imagine you are walking, and the music starts playing... like a movie soundtrack, and you are the character being followed by the camera.
I'd half expect it to turn into a dream sequence. Or even into the credits, yeah?
But, man... it would be a good transition song in that way. It's basically an awesome background song in the first place.

Sorry the couple seconds of epicness fascinated me, yet takes a bit to explain, and either emotion is lost in the translation, or you really could care less. =D
I still had to share.

Labels: awesomeness, random

[as-truhl]
–adjective

1. pertaining to or proceeding from the stars; stellar; star-shaped.

I've been addicted to a couple songs lately:

"Pyramid Song" and "Street Spirit (Fade Out)" by Radiohead
"Goodnight" and "Unfamiliar" by The Birthday Massacre
"In It For Life" and "White Balloons" by Sick Puppies
"Great White Whale" by Secret & Whisper

Labels: awesomeness

Why does it seem like SO many Canadian bands are good? Is it because only the good ones get past the borders? Is it the society? Government? Quality of life? Why does Canada (by percentage) seem more talented?

Note, these are BANDS, not musicians. And info is from Wikipedia.
Examples: Alexisonfire, The Birthday Massacre, Cry of the Afflicted, Femme Fatale, Finger Eleven, Kittie, Metric, Neurosonic, Secret & Whisper, Silverstein, Three Days Grace

Other ones I've heard, but don't always like, (or haven't listened to): Arcade Fire, Barenaked Ladies, Bedouin Soundclash, The Black Maria, Comeback Kid, Evans Blue, The Guess Who, Hot Hot Heat, Lighthouse, Nickelback, Protest The Hero, Rush, Skinny Puppy, Steppenwolf, Sum 41, Tegan and Sara, Theory of a Deadman (I hate this band, honestly), Tokio Police Club, The Vincent Black Shadow, Whitney Houston (thought that was solo),

(There were other bands I noticed, but I realized I only did from looking through CDs at Everyday Music)


I seriously think I'll move to Canada someday. Or vacation there at least... first.

Labels: awesomeness, random

Kay, hopefully I won't offend anyone, and I hope I keep this short, sweet, and to the point.

I'm watching Real Time with Bill Maher. There was a guest who wrote a book about this group of people called "The Family". They also call themselves "The Christian Mafia" and "The New Chosen"

In their mind, they believe they are successful (I'm thinking top of the food chain), because God wanted them to be there. (...wait until I finish)
The author quoted a person in The Family that asked this guy what he would think of him if he found out the guy had raped little girls. The guy (not the Family member) said "That I'm awful and a monster?" Family: "No, I wouldn't. You're chosen. And when you're chosen, the normal rules don't apply. Morality is for the little people"
(I hope that last paragraph made sense)

I personally think these people are really messed up. They think genocides and mass killings are... well, good basically. They defend people such as Hilter and Bin Laden because they were "Chosen" as well.

Labels: rant