This weekend was pretty neat. It started off with a glorious gathering at the household of brother Brian. The dorm was invited to have beer and pizza with Brian's house and Steve's, (Ryan's brother) house. Great conversation and fellowship. Just great.
Tim and I started a Zelda: Ocarina of Time game this weekend. It will be our project before we get out Wii. We're pretty stoked.
Deathcab is one week today. Going with a bunch of us, should be magical.
I have my last midterm in about 20 min. After that, I should be clear till Wednesday, and then we have a mini reading break with no classes on Thrus or Fri. Tim and I will be writing songs, scripts and transforming our basement into a jam room.
See you.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
The Art of Serenading
Greetings friends,
Quick note to blogger: you suck. It won't allow me to fully post the proper chords of the following songs because it's officially silly. Such is life.
As of late a selected few of us in ye ole dorm 34 have been serenading many people, most often females. The proper way to do this is the following
1) Have a guitar handy with someone able to play
2) Have someone present (preferably a female as to not be awkward)
3) Complement the person by calling them a babe.
Below is the chords to some of our favourite serenading songs with lyrics. Simply add the desired name and go nuts. The day shall be yours.
Version 1
C G
Oh (name), Oh (name)
C G D G
Oh (name)is such a babe.
Repeat
Version 2
Em D Em D
Oh (name), never knew that you were such a babe.
C G C G
But tonight I'm on my way, tonight I'm on my way.
Repeat
(adapted from the Ben Kweller song "On My Way")
Because both these fantabular tunes are in "G" (I think?), you can play them right after one another without it sounding bad. Who knows, it might even sound good. Neat.
Quick note to blogger: you suck. It won't allow me to fully post the proper chords of the following songs because it's officially silly. Such is life.
As of late a selected few of us in ye ole dorm 34 have been serenading many people, most often females. The proper way to do this is the following
1) Have a guitar handy with someone able to play
2) Have someone present (preferably a female as to not be awkward)
3) Complement the person by calling them a babe.
Below is the chords to some of our favourite serenading songs with lyrics. Simply add the desired name and go nuts. The day shall be yours.
Version 1
C G
Oh (name)
C G D G
Oh (name)
Repeat
Version 2
Em D Em D
Oh (name)
C G C G
But tonight I'm on my way, tonight I'm on my way.
Repeat
(adapted from the Ben Kweller song "On My Way")
Because both these fantabular tunes are in "G" (I think?), you can play them right after one another without it sounding bad. Who knows, it might even sound good. Neat.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
I Wish I was a Girl
I would love to do a study of the human brain. The Counting Crows song "I wish I was a Girl" is an interesting place to start. I wish I was a girl so that you could believe me, and so that I could shake this static. Yes, those are lyrics of the song. What the singer is getting to, I'm not 100% sure, mostly because I am a striking young man and not a girl, therefore I cannot multitask by interpreting a song and blogging at the same time. So, to close this thought, Ryan wanted me to say something about breasts. Why? I'm not entirely sure, but here I go. Boobies. Interesting. Moving on.
The blogging human brain works in magical ways. I'm sure that there is some sort of mathematical equation. If one (the blogger) has ample time to spare to his or her leisure, that time will be spent doing things other than writing a blog (usually) and although writing a new blog might be on ones "to do" list, there are usually other things that fall into the cracks of our schedules other than to do the blog. Now if the blogger is swamped with other work, for example, a geography midterm tomorrow which I, I mean, the blogger hasn't studied for enough, that studying will take a commanding secondary role, encouraging the blogger to in fact, write a blog. Neat.
I've been thinking a lot lately, for, that is what I believe we as humans and Christians should be doing. Yes, we could survive by living in a small room with no human contact, art, creation or any other physical stimulus, but alas, we would not be living. There are essential things that we need that explode past the typical textbook answer of food, shelter and water. What all these things are most certainly differs from one person to the next, although similarities would most certainly show up. Never the less, there is a long list of esentials past those nifty three things. And now for the cool stuff. What is sin? Well, possibly, I'm not sure, but it could be the distortion, the alteration or misuse of the essential things that we as humans need to live. Talking crudely? The misuse of language and communication. Murder? The misuse of understanding human relationships and the respect of living things. I've started to realize (which, really is quite sad that it took me a good 19 years) of how ignorant I am on how people really live. We don't all grow up in loving homes where food is provided, where parents love each other, and where relationships are treasured. The world is pretty farked up (I was going to drop an eff-bomb, but not today. Stay tuned.) and I wonder why I grew up in the environment that I did. Etc. Mange.
Big Tim and I were discussing things that we feel safe in while trying to make a bitchin' song today. We both agreed that crawling into a warm bed when it's cold outside is very nice. I enjoy it a lot. I also like warm soup, tea with friends and being able to be yourself without freaking out about whether you're being accepted or not. Granted, that's still a struggle, but whatevs. I've been playing a lot more air guitar, it's a good way to loosen up/ push myself out of my box of comfort in the halls.
That's all I think. The next few weekers are a bit busy, so I'll be posting (up on Waggo and dropping 50) more in the near future.
Glory.
The blogging human brain works in magical ways. I'm sure that there is some sort of mathematical equation. If one (the blogger) has ample time to spare to his or her leisure, that time will be spent doing things other than writing a blog (usually) and although writing a new blog might be on ones "to do" list, there are usually other things that fall into the cracks of our schedules other than to do the blog. Now if the blogger is swamped with other work, for example, a geography midterm tomorrow which I, I mean, the blogger hasn't studied for enough, that studying will take a commanding secondary role, encouraging the blogger to in fact, write a blog. Neat.
I've been thinking a lot lately, for, that is what I believe we as humans and Christians should be doing. Yes, we could survive by living in a small room with no human contact, art, creation or any other physical stimulus, but alas, we would not be living. There are essential things that we need that explode past the typical textbook answer of food, shelter and water. What all these things are most certainly differs from one person to the next, although similarities would most certainly show up. Never the less, there is a long list of esentials past those nifty three things. And now for the cool stuff. What is sin? Well, possibly, I'm not sure, but it could be the distortion, the alteration or misuse of the essential things that we as humans need to live. Talking crudely? The misuse of language and communication. Murder? The misuse of understanding human relationships and the respect of living things. I've started to realize (which, really is quite sad that it took me a good 19 years) of how ignorant I am on how people really live. We don't all grow up in loving homes where food is provided, where parents love each other, and where relationships are treasured. The world is pretty farked up (I was going to drop an eff-bomb, but not today. Stay tuned.) and I wonder why I grew up in the environment that I did. Etc. Mange.
Big Tim and I were discussing things that we feel safe in while trying to make a bitchin' song today. We both agreed that crawling into a warm bed when it's cold outside is very nice. I enjoy it a lot. I also like warm soup, tea with friends and being able to be yourself without freaking out about whether you're being accepted or not. Granted, that's still a struggle, but whatevs. I've been playing a lot more air guitar, it's a good way to loosen up/ push myself out of my box of comfort in the halls.
That's all I think. The next few weekers are a bit busy, so I'll be posting (up on Waggo and dropping 50) more in the near future.
Glory.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Silence Calls
Mange. Oh, sweet glory, mange indeed.
This past weekend I went to Ryan G's house for some thanksgiving loving, and although the choice was a hard one to make between going to his house and the Vandorps, I think either way I was safe. With going to the Vandorps I would have some of the most remarkable R&R time possible, and and Ryan's I would be going places, seeing things and staying up late with little time to sleep in.
Things to note about the weekend at Rye Guy's. Fantastic family. Welcoming to all ends, humorous, and generally joyful people, topped off with a mom hug by Mrs. G before we left back for Hamilton. It was great to see an enviroment where Ryan gets made fun of on a regular basis. Second, I felt like I was getting ready to hibernate. I ate quite a bit and it was welcomed with open arms and jaws. Caesar dressing in mashed potatoes. So brilliant, so fantastic. Mange. Third, I played ice hockey for the 2nd, possibly 3rd time in my life. Neat. We got some guys together and rented a rink for an hour and a half and gave 'er skidoo. Before that evening, I had never raised a puck off the ice before, and at the end of the evening during breakaway's on the goalie I roofed one top corner glove side. Oh, sweet glory. Highlight of my life, even more so than saving my group and another with spam heals with low mana against The Beast. Intense.
My brain doesn't seem to be going full steam right now, because I seem to be a sentence fragment king at the moment. Well, if you're able to read and understand the above, glory. Peace out till next thinger. Oh, and the title "Silence Calls" is purely an In Medias Res song title which is quite nice. It has strings, and I like strings.
This past weekend I went to Ryan G's house for some thanksgiving loving, and although the choice was a hard one to make between going to his house and the Vandorps, I think either way I was safe. With going to the Vandorps I would have some of the most remarkable R&R time possible, and and Ryan's I would be going places, seeing things and staying up late with little time to sleep in.
Things to note about the weekend at Rye Guy's. Fantastic family. Welcoming to all ends, humorous, and generally joyful people, topped off with a mom hug by Mrs. G before we left back for Hamilton. It was great to see an enviroment where Ryan gets made fun of on a regular basis. Second, I felt like I was getting ready to hibernate. I ate quite a bit and it was welcomed with open arms and jaws. Caesar dressing in mashed potatoes. So brilliant, so fantastic. Mange. Third, I played ice hockey for the 2nd, possibly 3rd time in my life. Neat. We got some guys together and rented a rink for an hour and a half and gave 'er skidoo. Before that evening, I had never raised a puck off the ice before, and at the end of the evening during breakaway's on the goalie I roofed one top corner glove side. Oh, sweet glory. Highlight of my life, even more so than saving my group and another with spam heals with low mana against The Beast. Intense.
My brain doesn't seem to be going full steam right now, because I seem to be a sentence fragment king at the moment. Well, if you're able to read and understand the above, glory. Peace out till next thinger. Oh, and the title "Silence Calls" is purely an In Medias Res song title which is quite nice. It has strings, and I like strings.
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