Busy Busy Busy

All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work no play makes Jack a dull boy.

This school thing is tougher than I thought it would be. They say that if you can make it through first year you can make it through anything. I hope they're right, for my sake. Some of the most monotonous and tedious things can be set upon one in first year. I hope these years get better and I enjoy myself more. First year has been difficult, a test of myself and I have a few more weeks until I pass this test, but not with flying colors. Post secondary can be hell at times. I suppose it's a necessary trial, but it's not 'fun,' in the typical sense of the word. School is no longer a game that can be viewed from above. Now, I seem to find myself one of the pieces of someone else's game. The view from the floor of the board is not as pleasing as the one the player receives.

One is simply not cut out for this. One is molded in the process.

There's Still life in the Old Lady Yet!

Merciful Death, how you Love your Precious Guilt

For hours I walked, I hadn't been back for years. But, I found myself standing. Barley without an upward glace I had come back to this spot.

You may feel like a poet...

You may feel like poet but you sound like an idiot...

Women weaken the heart...



But I hope I wrong...

Work Work Work

Zug Zug...


Yes, that's right, I pulled out all the stops with the Warcraft II quote. So, I'm at work, alone as usual, wondering about all the things that people wonder about when they're alone at work. It's a nice day though, so I think I'll go to bed when I get home and wait for the nice night to come...

Walking

So I was walking alone in a park in the dark...

Well, that's not how this story actually starts.

I was smoking, alone, out front of the cafeteria. I watched as Liam, a co-worker of mine, busily worked away at some massive decorating project, for some event coming fast on the horizon. I wasn't alone for long, though, as another man came out the doors and silently lit up his cigarette. He was quiet and he went for a walk around the islands of industrious looking metal and concrete structures coming out of the ground every few feet at Trent.

I was smoking a Black, a longer cigarette than most and so even as I started before him he was finished before me. He moved for the door and much to his surprise, though not to mine, it was locked. He sighed and he walked away on a roundabout trip around the college to find an open door on the other side of Symon's campus.

This is where my story starts, walking alone in the park in the dark...

I finished sometime later and after trying to get Liam's attention to come open a door for me, which he appeared far too busy to do, I began to walk in a counter clockwise direction, all around the college. I passed a staircase and in a brief moment of hope I went up to see if there was an open door or a pathway to the science complex where there might be an open door. I was wrong...

Reaching the peak of the stairs I saw the corrugated iron bars on top of a high concrete wall. Hoping the it would be faster to climb this and see what was up when I got there. I ignored all walls, gates good sense and so I climbed onto the rooftops of Trent. I had a great view, standing in two feet of snow in naught but ankle socks and skater shoes. It was really nice to see the river from the roof.

Such is my story, of walking alone at a park in the dark...