working backwards
i voted for the green party, and now have the right to speak downwardly to those who did not [vote] (voices now have vertical direction).
i stayed at the school waiting for my project(s) to burn until 7:00, when i hurried out to the polls so as to ensure my vertical-voice was heard.
Mr. Tuck -
- left the techlab at some time around 5, leaving me as the last person at school. It is an odd feeling, to be alone in the building, every locker wide open, every classroom cleaned out, two weeks after many would consider it lame to even walk past the parking lot. I suppose this is what distinguishes sterling and I from those who will be pumping our gas (oh the irony is just waiting to sting me).
Tuck pumped our bodies full of sugar. Anyone laughing at my diction I wish no further contact with, ever.
I set out to do pickup renders to cover over some of the gaps and errors from my renderfest this past weekend. This was expected to last until noon, when i would depart to visit with callista, though the demands of my project meshed nicely with our failure to establish any solid plans (or, at least, my failure to remember them.. i am not sure yet).
I arrived at the school at 10am. My parents, at that time, attended a meeting with some financial figure to lay the groundwork for my invasion of calgary.
I returned home from MG at around 2:30am. My ears rang long into the night, and made sleep somewhat bizarre. I dreamed, though i cannot remember what of. It was a dream where, upon being roused by my mother at 9:00, i wished only to return to the plot of my dream (which was, as always happens when one wakes from an involving dream, at a crutial moment).
Matt ended his show, and I paused in the crowd for a time to figure the possibility of a return for a second encore or, possibly, some interaction with fans. I got tired, left, didn't see laura on the way out.
Matt played a solo that sounded very Modest Mouseish. Matt played the extended live version of Hello Time Bomb i've seen him play at least three times, if not four (my memories of my youth are dodgy at the best of times). That version makes me melt inside, and leak goo out my shoes (or, possibly, concert sweat). In opposite news, he played both of the new country songs *puke*. I almost fell asleep standing in the crowd during those. Thankfully, he played the songs from the new album that I like, including an extended bridge for (can't remember which song, but i think it was) We're So Heavy. Weapon was nice, and the crowd favorite as far as people=jumping was concerned.
there was more, but it needs not be said.
i stayed at the school waiting for my project(s) to burn until 7:00, when i hurried out to the polls so as to ensure my vertical-voice was heard.
Mr. Tuck -
We interupt this program to inform the listener of the election results. Apparently, my voice does not count. And, apparently, neither does the entireity of British Collumbia. I am browsing the CBC news story online detailing Martin's new minority government before the votes from BC even pour in. Gotta love the internet and preparation for any outcome, with eager mice waiting over the "submit" button for which ever outcome may come out. "Once the Liberals gets over the joy of being still in power, their first job will be to figure out how to work with a partner after years of flying solo." Apparently they didn't have time to check grammar (not that I'm the poster child (pun?), I'm just expecting the best out of canada's pseudo-public media center).
- left the techlab at some time around 5, leaving me as the last person at school. It is an odd feeling, to be alone in the building, every locker wide open, every classroom cleaned out, two weeks after many would consider it lame to even walk past the parking lot. I suppose this is what distinguishes sterling and I from those who will be pumping our gas (oh the irony is just waiting to sting me).
Tuck pumped our bodies full of sugar. Anyone laughing at my diction I wish no further contact with, ever.
I set out to do pickup renders to cover over some of the gaps and errors from my renderfest this past weekend. This was expected to last until noon, when i would depart to visit with callista, though the demands of my project meshed nicely with our failure to establish any solid plans (or, at least, my failure to remember them.. i am not sure yet).
I arrived at the school at 10am. My parents, at that time, attended a meeting with some financial figure to lay the groundwork for my invasion of calgary.
I returned home from MG at around 2:30am. My ears rang long into the night, and made sleep somewhat bizarre. I dreamed, though i cannot remember what of. It was a dream where, upon being roused by my mother at 9:00, i wished only to return to the plot of my dream (which was, as always happens when one wakes from an involving dream, at a crutial moment).
Matt ended his show, and I paused in the crowd for a time to figure the possibility of a return for a second encore or, possibly, some interaction with fans. I got tired, left, didn't see laura on the way out.
Matt played a solo that sounded very Modest Mouseish. Matt played the extended live version of Hello Time Bomb i've seen him play at least three times, if not four (my memories of my youth are dodgy at the best of times). That version makes me melt inside, and leak goo out my shoes (or, possibly, concert sweat). In opposite news, he played both of the new country songs *puke*. I almost fell asleep standing in the crowd during those. Thankfully, he played the songs from the new album that I like, including an extended bridge for (can't remember which song, but i think it was) We're So Heavy. Weapon was nice, and the crowd favorite as far as people=jumping was concerned.
there was more, but it needs not be said.
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