A collection of thoughts ... from a[n exploding] boy in Toronto.
Mmmm … I looove yam chops from the vegan butchery. Nom nom nom.
(Actually, I’m kind of sick of sweet potatoes)
picture translation to me: hello world, I am up late working on a paper and I don’t want to be alone nor working on this paper. Someone have human interaction with meee…
Was feeling like a mess so took a 2AM stroll to Ghazele for a veg sandwich. (Contrary to my previous thoughts, I think Ghazele might actually be better than Sarah’s). Now back in my room all reset, with serene Christmas lights on and a playlist queued up, and ready to finish this paper. (bad estimated time now deleted). I can do it!
What would you say to people who are disappointed that they have been sorted into Hufflepuff? (x)
I just watched the final episode for How I Met Your Mother, and overall I thought it was really quite touching and inspiring. It was worth sticking with a dwindling show that for the most part had lost the “dramedy” charm it had in the beginning. (or in part, maybe I just tired of the same sexually crude humor). I did skip some of the lower ranked episodes.
While watching the finale I smiled, giggled, had my mouth open in awe, and sometimes with tears (and sometimes all at the same time). Is this a substitute for the great joy that I so rarely experience in real life? (and rarely, if never, to the same extent). It’s a shame it’s fake. These incredibly beautiful moments that are contrived and scripted. I’m sure (and I know) there are beautiful stories that are real from the past, present, and future. Maybe this is why so called reality TV has become so popular; because it’s “real”. I tend to justify TV entertainment by thinking that maybe it’s inspiring (and educational) for real life (or maybe it’s just what keeps us going). The only danger is getting too sucked into fictitious worlds. Aka living these beautiful stories and feeling, but in one’s mind and being absent from the real world with real people. At the same time that I advocate for living in the (social) real world, it’s ironic how I prefer to watch such videos alone. But I think it’s always about having the appropriate company. I’m reminded that the things I’m probably most inspired by are romance, resistance, and babies.
I forgot about this photo. My (imaginary) partner <3 She’s a manic pixie dream riot grrrl. We’re in love and we’re learning so much from each other!
I was at a ~rave several weekends ago and some dude in the washroom told me I looked like the guitarist in Smashing Pumpkins. 1) I didn’t know there was an Asian dude in the Smashing Pumpkins! 2) I looked him up later and we don’t look anything alike! It’s just another Asian dude with long hair!
"When children go to bed hungry, the diamonds of the wealthy are the emblems of their shame" — from the Dandelion Insurrection
SMD — It’s the Beat (The Teenagers remix)
Annnd … touch the Earth!!!!