Last Day of Summer; Last Day of Freedom

  Well, this is it, I'm going to back to school tomorrow; this is officially my last day of summer.  And I am having a bloody good day at that!  I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off on Saturday, cooking, shopping, and just generally getting everything ready for school on Monday.   As much as it would've been easier to do some of the work today, I am glad to be able to fully relax today.  Things are about to get crazy in starting tomorrow.

That's It! F*ck It

  What a beautiful day!  The sun is out in full force and it's hot hot hot down in Yaletown. This is one of my favorite places in the city, along with UBC and Kits, and it's a perfect day to be sitting on the seawall writing.  I've been out of work for awhile now, not counting a brief stint at Vera's, and with school starting next week anyways, for now my mind says "F*ck It!".   Not that I don't think working is fun, which for the most part I've found it is, but rather; I've been fired from enough jobs this summer to have a pretty good idea that I might as well stop looking and concentrate on becoming a personal trainer.

I Must Say: A Pretty Good Day

As the day comes to an end; I find myself here yet again.  Of course, I am talking about The Backstage Lounge, my favourite hangout.  I am content, happy; siting at one of my favored places, writing and listening to music.  Pretty good way to end the night, if you ask me.

Can I do It? There's so many distractions...

  Today I am trying to focus on the positive in my life; trying to be grateful for all I have instead of despairing over what I don't.  I need to stop getting stressed out and complaining about little everyday things that really, in the end, don't matter.  I really want to do this, for the next month at least.  It's just really hard to stay positive when there's so many forces trying to distract me.

Oh the Rain! Please Go Away!

  The Rain by Robert Creeley

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it

that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me

something other than this,
something not so insistent--
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.

Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.