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I’m up abnormally early this morning. I woke up at 9am. I slept hours and feel really energized and excited that I got out of bed early and have the whole day ahead of me. I conquered my inability to get out of bed through prayer. I wake up whenever I want to, with the aid of an alarm clock then before I get the thought of how nice it would be to go back to bed I drop to my mutherfuckin knees and pray. I usually pray something to the effect of “please help me to stay sober and do what it is that you have planned for me today. take away my difficulties so that I can better do you will.” It’s necessary that I pray in a secular sort of way cause I am so strongly put off by christian-anything.

I am going to a 10am meeting and then breakfast. Then gonna continue the job search.

I think this blog used to be a lot cooler. It used to be more of a journal… now it’s more of a record of events. Hmm. Maybe it’s me, not my blog that’s changed. Maybe my blog is lame now that I’m sober and getting more sane.

107 days clean today.

I’m listening to The Mars Volta. I rode my bmx around downtown today. I wasn’t as good as I was yesterday. When I go riding after a few days off I feel really solid and confident. Today my muscles felt a little weak but nonetheless I was impressed at the ease which manuals are coming. and my bunny hopping consistency is getting better. Next to learn is feeble grinds and 180 bunny hops.

Going to Amon Tobin tonight. I’m not going alone. I’m excited. He puts on amazing live shows. And I haven’t been to the commodore since last year.

It was such a fucking beautiful day today. I was at Canada Place, biking around, showing off for the American tourists offloading from one of the cruise ships. Another cruise ship was just leaving the harbour. All the passengers were on deck, wearing fluorescent orange life vests, receiving instructions on what to do when the ship sinks. I felt an urge to start yelling, “YOU’RE ALL GONNA FUCKING DIE! YOUR SHIP IS GONNA FUCKING SINK!” I don’t know why, but I did. Maybe I was jealous that all these old retired fucks, practically dead already are going on a cruise. They’re so senile that they probably won’t remember it a month from now. In a moment of reflection the world began to fall away. I felt as though I was falling back in to my head. Like the first visual distortion effects of a mushroom high. The ships horn pulled me from my visceral departure and I saw that I was in fact fine, but the ship was pulling away from the dock. Even knowing this, watching an object that fills your entire periphery slowly move away is a fucking trip.

I’ve been in really good spirits the last two days. I’ve gotten a shit load of work done. Important stuff – applying for jobs, emailing potential employers, getting stuff sorted for the party next weekend, etc.

Sometimes I wonder when the ball is gonna drop. When everything is gonna get fucked again. I guess I have this natural doom machine inside me that wants to self destruct, that takes comfort in it.

Weird. I was all stressing cause I’m broke ass. Then shit just kind of worked out… I found 30 bucks in my room that I had since the last party, random bills, like the ripped ones and an old twenty that I put aside for nostalgic reasons. So that allowed me to eat the last couple days. Then just now, this guy who parks his motorcycle in our studio just gave me 80 bucks for letting him do so. So… I’m happy about that. Some would say it’s a fucking god thing, but fuck that…. I don’t believe my supreme creator is that fucking cute. I dunno. I just like to think that it’s a happy coincidence. But even writing that, it sounds absurd. After so many “coincidences” you start to wonder.

A lot of people have told me they’ve seen her lately. When they tell me at first I act like an asshole, until i realize the only reason I’m acting like an asshole about her is cause of stupid reasons. In all actuality I miss her and am happy to hear that she is still around, no matter how grave the news that follows may be. I doubt she still reads my blog. Haven’t heard from her in a while. Anyway, she’s been showing up in my dreams a lot lately. We hang out and talk and things are nice. It’s nice to be with her in my dreams.

Fuck! I was really liking blogger and it appears they are getting fucking lame. They’ve just announced their release of Blogger Images. I took pleasure in making my images appear in my blog exactly how I wanted. Now, for the sake of the general html-illiterate public, they’ve made the whole image uploading process automated and made it much more difficult to taylor it to suit my desires. fuck that.

This is what an excavated abscess looks like.

Well, now I feel alone. I slept 12 hours last night. I only left the house to eat. Then i came home and went back to bed. I really didn’t want to. I also had nothing else to do. I have nothing to do today. Well here’s what I have to do: Get a job. Then, move out. Get my own place. I could get an apartment for under 600 a month. I want my own apartment.

I feel bad. I feel responsible. I feel alone. I told you to leave, effectively. And I was sleeping in your bed when i told you. I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say or do except “I’m sorry.” I want to see you. I want to cuddle. I want you to make me feel like eveything is good. Is that gross? Should I care if it is? Fuck you. She made me feel good. You make me feel good. I broke my own fucking heart. By breaking up with you. I wish I hadn’t. I wish I had you still. I wish I could phone you without being confusing. I wish i wasn’t so pathetic. I wish i didn’t feel I still need you. Fuck this.

When Engligh speakers mock the Chinese, do you think it might actually sound like a random grouping of words andf pieces of words to a Chinese listener? Do you think, if it sounds like nothing at all, if they can actually tell that they are being mocked? When Chinese speakers mock English speakers what do you think it sounds like?

So she asked what was on my mind last night and I told her. Given I was acting strange. I’ve been acting strange for a while. I just can’t handle having a girlfriend right now. I can’t deal with being in this relationship with her. The emphasis here is on me, not her. I don’t even know what my problem is. She seems so perfect. She is an amazing person. She’s so solid. She’s so beautiful. She’s smart and intelligent. She can put me in my place. We can argue about the merits of Hitler. She seems to care about how I feel. She sticks up for me when people treat me wrong. She is understanding. So then what is the problem? Not her. The problem, I think, is me. I’m not trying to blame myself when I say this. Well, maybe I am. Just a little. I don’t think anyone should be hurt as a result of how I feel. But sometimes it is an inevitability. When two people decide to commit to one another it is a setup that will eventually end. I just hate being the one to end it. In the past I have just stayed on, too afraid to put my needs first. I don’t want to settle anymore. I need to look out for my best interests. I’m fucking 3 months sober, I don’t think I should even be in this kind of a relationship. I can admit that since we’ve hooked up the focus in my life has shifted considerable from God to her. And she can’t save me from myself. It was not even my intention to “break up with her”. Not in our society’s connotation of the term anyway. When those words come out of my mouth, When I tell people “We broke up”, I feel awful, cause i think that we had some horrible falling out and that we’re never gonna see each other again. Maybe I’m being mellowdramatic but I really like her. I don’t want to not see her again. I want to be friends with her. I just can’t be anyone’s fucking boyfriend right now. It makes me anxious. And maybe I just don’t even need to explain anymore than that. I just can’t be anyone’s fucking boyfriend right now. And that’s all there is to it.

I wish I was doing half the things I dream in my head I was doing. Things like the stories running through my head all day. The adventures of Tom fucking Sawyer. The story of Steven Spielberg’s rise to fame. The meandering arguments of Socrates. Except the joke is these are just thoughts trapped in the mind of a crazy guy fantacizing about what it could be like – all the while consumed by the fear that this will continue no where till old age, where sitting forgotten in a windowless basement somewhere, hair grey and mind ailing, these same fantasies will plague him and he will wish he had dies 60 years younger a death being more significant than the insignificance of the sorry state he has become and actually always was.

Useless.

I want a little note book to write in when I cannot get to a computer. My hand writing is atrocious but in times like this it’s either write or self-destruct.

I am broke. I have no job. I am unemployed. I am lazy. I sleep till 2pm everyday and do not care. I don’t make enough art or big enough pieces to justify living in this 1700/month studio. My parents are disapointed in me. No that that should matter, but it fucking does. I have no sex drive whatsoever. I wish I could sleep all day and not wake up. I am told I may be depressed. They might be right. My roommate is being passive, grumpy, stressed and it is getting on my fucking nerves.

I have no desire to throw another party. The thrill is gone. It left a long time ago. I want to fly to Maui and live on the beach. I don’t want pitty. Yet I feel completely fucked. I refuse to go on medication. It will weaken my will and confirm my weak-mindedness. I feel selfish even telling you this. As if you fucking care or need to hear this. I feel like what you’re thinking is right. I fully agree with you — “You have nothing to worry about. Nothing to complain about.” So then what the fuck is my problem?

I didn’t pray when I woke up this morning. When I realized I hadn’t I was listening to Heresy. God is dead and no one cares. atleast when I don’t care.

It was like looking at myself under a magnifying glass all day. Brutal self-obsession. I don’t like to be there anymore. Times when i literally walk around in circles because i can’t decide which direction to walk.

I hope to wake inspired tomorrow. I am planning to start my day right. I am wondering what the fuck I am doing these days. I am accomplishing nothing. It feels like summer in high school. nothing to do and the pending doom of september and back to school. I haven’t even been to the fucking beach yet. Even this blog is pissing me off. If i just whack off to some porn and go to bed everything will be okay. I can sleep then, and dream. And when I wake up i will be inspired. I will be inspired by my dreams. I will pray and will feel good about myself. I won’t hate being alive in this ground hog day existence.