i'll disappear just like magic 

I'm so over it being spring.

So I can walk places. Big deal. They threw my dead bikes in the dumpster this morning and I felt like crying. If you can't see the picture of the dead bikes, then too bad. The internet is for stupid rat babies anyway and if you wanted to see a dead bike you should go look for it yourself, they are everywhere.

I decided not to listen to happy music, it is boring and lame and I don't have time to burn a new c.d. anyway. I bought Ryan Adams and The Shins last week and haven't had a chance to give either one a good listen -- what is that about.

I had a lovely day. Class -- Veggie Burger -- William Kentridge exhibit -- office -- dinner party -- asshole. Then we watched part of this movie called Bum Fights and I think it is going to put me in a bad mood for the rest of forever.

This weblog is starting to make me feel suffocated. I feel like I either need to have some sort of schtick or write bad poetry or something but instead I am all over the map and I hate it all. I am thinking of quitting the internet, but may refuse simply because Joffe suggested it.

Of course all of this nonsense may have stemmed from the fact that instead of listening to happy music like I promised myself I started listening to Ryan Adams. Example lyric:
All of these people in my life, well they seem so in love
Well, I am not

On the plus side, I have done a pretty good job quitting TV and didn't even watch queer eye last week or tonight.


R.I.P. Bicycle 


Baby all I need is one more chance. 

In honour of the sun not being gone forever, I have decided to make a few changes to my life.

1. No more five hour naps after morning classes.
2. No more effing TV (exception: queer eye).
3. No more 24 bus.
4. Keep room clean.
5. Make bed with OCD-like concentration every day (it is so worth it).
6. Start listening to happy music.

Most of these changes are quite do-able, really. I started them yesterday. You should have seen my bed (actually you can, I took pictures) after I spent half an hour making it PERFECT. The sheets were all tucked and smoothed. It was beautiful.
My only problem is with the music. Every song I know is sad. I tried listening to 'baby give me one more chance' on repeat for a while, but every time I do I just think about M.J. and those allegations, and how awkward it is that he is like, 7 years old singing this song about getting his girl back. Also, the lyrics aren't even happy, just the rhythm.
So I am making an appeal to anyone who reads this blog: tell me your best sunny-day-headphones-on-practically-dancing-in-the-streets songs. Please, complete me.



i just wrote the worst blog in the history of digitaldownpour. if, by chance, you checked the blog during the thirty seconds before i just erased it, i apologize.

i have been going through a creative drought when it comes to the internet, mostly because i know that nothing i do can possibly surpass this kid.


how much are YOU worth? 

Just as a reference:

And we didn't even have to make this up.


to be (a scab) or not to be? (a scab). 

I am having a moral dilemma, as I often have. In order to solve this dilemma, I have decided to look to a few opinions of scab-ness.

I looked up scab on dictionary.com, and read this definition: Scab: Scabies or mange in domestic animals or livestock, especially sheep.
That's like, one of the grossest things ever. But then I scrolled down and the definition was: Scab:
1. A worker who refuses membership in a labor union.
2. An employee who works while others are on strike; a strikebreaker.
3. A person hired to replace a striking worker.

That's a bit closer.

My first thought about scabs was in recalling that movie 'The Replacements' starring Keanu Reeves as a scab quarterback. I think that the real quarterback like, tips over Keanu's pickup truck because he hates scabs like Keanu. So there's one anti-scab. But I think the movie had a happy ending, like the scabs were better than the greedy strikers and got a fulltime contract or something, so there's a football team's worth of pro-scab.

Then I remembered author Jack London's 'The Scab':

"After God had finished the rattlesnake, the toad, and the vampire, he had some awful substance left with which he made a scab."

"A scab is a two-legged animal with a corkscrew soul, a water brain, a combination backbone of jelly and glue. Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles."

"When a scab comes down the street, men turn their backs and angels weep in heaven, and the devil shuts the gates of hell to keep him out."

"No man (or woman) has a right to scab so long as there is a pool of water to drown his carcass in, or a rope long enough to hang his body with. Judas was a gentleman compared with a scab. For betraying his master, he had character enough to hang himself."

So I guess Mr. London was anti-scab, but he was a wilderness writer and what the hell does he even know about scabs anyway? plus one for pro-scabs.

Around this point I got pretty bored of reading stuff about scabs, but if you are a Quebec university/cegep student who is trying to make their choice about scabbage, hopefully these thoughts will help you along.

(For the record, I have decided to go scab... I wasn't going to originally, but then I remembered how I am not even from this province and don't care about it or the future of its students. Plus some jerks in my class said some really lame things about out-of-province and international students which have just begun to sink in. So they can eat scab. Sheep scab.)


You know those moments that define a generation? 

This kid is all over the news. He was in Rolling Stone. He got interviewed on Good Morning America.They're calling him a 'phenomenon'.

Why couldn't we have Woodstock or something? Fuck.

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