I’m going for an interview to work Tyndale Security today. Hopefully I
get the job. I think my idea’s about IT sort of fizzled into nothing,
but c’est la vie, I suppose.

Anyway, the purpose of my post is: I’m looking for music. Specifically,
stuff like Jack Johnson and Ben Harper. Mellow, with relatively nice
lyrics. I know there is plenty out there.

Also, feel free to recommend to me anything you like. I’m on a big
music consumption kick right now because I want more variety on my ipod.

Have a nice day.

You can’t scare me, I’m stickin’ with the union.

I realise that, for reasons which are my own, I live out my faith
primarily behind closed doors. But from time to time I must step out of
this shroud. I'd just like to thank God publicly: for a good day. An
average day, in which nothing special happened, but indescribably good
none the less.

Thank you Lord.

I fell asleep on the Subway, exhausted after 12 hours of no work that
seemed like an eternity. And she sat down beside me and told me it was
all ok; she told me he broke up with her. But when we embraced that
hateful voice broke into my bliss: FINCH it yelled, FINCH IS NEXT. And as my consciousness was ripped back into reality, Rivers sang into my ears: Only
in dreams, we’ll see what it means. Reach out our hands, hold onto
hers. But when we wake, it’s all been erased. And so it seems, only in
dreams.

When I got home, I was anxious for sleep, to rid my mind of the
thoughts that plagued it. But despite my exhaustion, my thoughts
refused to retreat, and sleep refused to give me ground. So after an
hour in the fray, I gave sleep it’s victory, and hoped for an ally in
distraction. But distraction too, seemed out of my reach. Chatting with
friends and the world of Azeroth both yielded naught.

So I poured myself the stiffest drink I though I could drink without
shuddering, and I put Weezer on the stereo to sing along to, and I
began to clean my chaotic living room. And by the third such drink, and
the third Weezer album, the house was clean, and I was playing Halo. My
mind had given way to the drink. I was drunk at 6 pm, but I was having
fun.

But it’s midnight now, and the drink has worn off, and the truth won’t
stay away. She left on a cruise today with the man she loves, and I got
drunk alone. The worst part about that is: I consider it a victory.

This really speaks for itself, I think

I was reading a book the other day, and in it the main characters fall
in love. They were only twelve, and so I thought to myself: isn’t twelve a little early for love? And of course, my answer was no, certainly not.

I fell in love when I was very young. Only a little younger then
twelve. She lived up the street from me. At first, she was my little
sister’s friend, because at that age, you mainly make friends with
people who are of your own sex. But she was the same age as me, and
soon she was my sister’s friend that I hung out with sometimes. Not
long after that: she was my friend. After that: my girlfriend. I had
never had a girlfriend before. She had had a boyfriend though, his name
was Travis; I knew him, and it used to make to jealous (before I knew
what jealousy was, really).

I can remember clearly the first time I kissed her. It was soon after
we began going out. We were watching TV on a couch in my home, though
we weren’t really watching TV. We were to interested in each other to
really be paying attention. I can remember she was leaning on me, and
then I bent over and kissed her mouth. It was like a flood gate opened
for both of us, and we kissed over and over, close mouthed, each letter
their body be close to the other. I can’t remember how long it went on
for, the memory is a blur of happiness. Eventually my Dad came in and
found us just lying together on the couch, which of course is strictly
forbidden, and she had to go home.

I broke her heart. We were together for about two years; we broke up
for two weeks somewhere in the middle for a reason I can’t remember,
but basically two years was the total we were together, and then she
was going to move away. I can’t remember exactly how (looking back, I
think it might have been partly Travis who convinced me) but I got the
idea in my head that it would be better for her if we broke up before
she left. That somehow it would cause her more pain to simply have to
leave. So I did it, I broke up with her. We were in front of her house,
and she started to cry. I couldn’t take it, so I left. Later, I
remember, she was at my house, she came to see my sister, but that was
probably just an excuse. I couldn’t face her. I can remember at one
point she went into the washroom from my sister’s room, and I could
hear her crying from where I was, in the TV room. Eventually my sister
coaxed her out. I couldn’t help but turn to look; what I saw was
sadness, and longing. I couldn’t look at her without crying myself, so
I turned away to try not to. Then her sadness became anger, and she
yelled insults at me as she ran out the door.

And that was the end of our relationship.