tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51417082011-04-21T17:35:34.110-04:00This Static LifeBetter Living Through OveranalysisDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.comBlogger821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-43251265960841170142007-08-15T13:57:00.001-04:002008-01-08T08:22:03.067-05:00Peter PanDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-14597498390127420192007-08-06T11:23:00.000-04:002008-01-08T08:22:22.908-05:00Digby Goes To London... OntarioDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-32511835308532117902007-07-22T10:07:00.000-04:002008-01-08T08:22:38.217-05:00Random Thoughts From A HangoverDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-60239962751795688492007-07-18T13:02:00.001-04:002008-01-08T08:23:02.356-05:00Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-12381342368773976812007-04-02T08:17:00.000-04:002007-04-02T08:20:41.715-04:00Woof!Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-81676785554789134442007-04-01T15:08:00.000-04:002007-04-01T15:09:21.430-04:00MMMDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-32203845901020317992007-01-01T23:46:00.000-05:002007-01-02T00:26:06.150-05:00"[W]e reason that if we are perfect...we will be perfectly loveable. What a heavy burden!"It's New Year's Day 2007 for 10 more minutes, I technically start back to school tomorrow but I probably won't go back until Wednesay. Why? I've been asking myself this a lot lately. The answer isn't that complicated: I hate it there.I hate going because I don't feel competent, I've never felt like I was on Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1161629072738910612006-10-23T14:39:00.000-04:002006-10-23T14:44:32.753-04:00Hey You GuysI hate being sick. I havent been sick in well over a year so it only figures that the first weekend I have to absolutely do nothing I get sick. It hasn't been all that bad though, since I really don't have anything to do I've been taking advantage of the new couch... Yup finally got one back in August. Steve and I spent Friday night curled up watching X-men 3 and Hard Candy (Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1154279231333802052006-07-30T12:58:00.000-04:002006-07-30T13:07:11.346-04:00Lay Down Your Weary TuneWhat I've come to realize is how much I truly love Steve. What scares me is that my love isn't enough for how he deserves to be loved. He is without question the most precious soul I have ever met and not a day goes by that I'm not newly amazed by how genuine he can be. I know deep down in my soul that he loves me but it's hard for me to wrap my mind around the notion Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1154206621396763712006-07-29T16:44:00.000-04:002006-07-29T16:58:58.130-04:00This Couch Will Be The Death Of MeWe went furniture shopping today and somehow that turned into me seriously considering being single. I'm really sick of my high ambitions for home furnishings being shot down or negated by Steve who has no money. When I was younger I never understood how money was the number one downfall of all relationships, however I now see how brutally true that is.On one Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1153849896437290452006-07-25T13:27:00.000-04:002006-07-25T13:51:36.506-04:00I miss my hairline.Looking at pictures from undergrad always makes me depressed. I was so happy back then. I really miss everything about it. I miss how 'easy' school was, I miss the city, I miss my group of friends, I miss that a glop of gel and rubbing my hands through my hair was enough. I miss being the life of the party.I miss experiencing things. My life is so incredibly boring. The Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1151278498193614262006-06-25T19:29:00.000-04:002006-06-25T19:34:58.203-04:00Just When I Think I'm Out...Well turns out my year of hell isn't quite over just yet. I ended up failing my Clinical Exam, so I have to redo it tomorrow. I managed to pass everything else but failing this is a big blow to my confidence simply because this is the shit I need to know to be a chiropractor. This is my bread and butter and not only did I fail it, I got the lowest mark in the Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1150149993836613432006-06-12T17:50:00.000-04:002006-06-12T18:06:33.850-04:00Another Year Older and Deeper in DebtWell school's out for the time being. I somehow managed to make it through the most disasterous year of my life. Wish I could say the same about my hairline, which has seemed to pay the steepest price of all. Even though I'm only 25, and I know I've got a lot of life ahead of me, it's startling to see my youth slipping away. The hairline is retreating, Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1146966313822593662006-05-06T21:37:00.000-04:002006-05-06T21:48:08.433-04:00LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE!!Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure!It is our Light, not our darkness, that frightens us.We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.Your playing small doesn't serve the world.There's nothing enlightened about shrinkingso Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1142782414748860142006-03-19T10:01:00.000-05:002006-06-12T17:49:59.330-04:00And All I Ask Is A Big Couch and A Star to Steer Her ByBack to school tomorrow. Yuck. This school year has been just a rip off. Christmas Break was spent studying. March Break was spent studying...or rather I should of been studying, but didn't, so I spent my March Break worrying about how I should be studying. Oh bother.I guess I'll relax when I retire. Or maybe I'll retire when I pay off my Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1131900096124969302005-11-13T11:32:00.000-05:002005-11-13T11:41:36.126-05:00Well exams are over but I'm still awaiting my marks. Nonetheless, I'm happy to finally be able to breathe again and I think the depression is finally starting to pass. Having no life because of school was really getting to me but then when exams were finished I realized that it wasn't school's fault. I really do have no life. I haven't made a solid friendship in the year that I've been in Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1130879877234200512005-11-01T16:06:00.000-05:002005-11-01T16:17:57.246-05:00There are two times in the year I get depressed: Right after my birthday and right after Christmas. This year I thought I had escaped the post-birthday blues, turns out they were just delayed. Probably because I didn't leave a forwarding address at my last place. But anyway, it's here. I know it's here because the first sign is my obssessive need to change my life. There's a reason I call itDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1130852287623631582005-11-01T08:36:00.000-05:002005-11-01T08:38:07.633-05:00Sometimes it seems like everyone's life is more fun than mine. I'm so bored. All myfriends from university have gone on to new lives, and they all seem like they're having such a great time. Like everything is so much better now. Why is that only my life got worse after undergrad?Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1130809918775933272005-10-31T20:45:00.000-05:002005-10-31T20:51:58.786-05:00Damn you Gerstein Library boy. I know I've got a boyfriend and all, but why is your smile so perfect, and eyes so deep? What right do you have to look so good. How dare you peel off your shirt to reveal that very very very tight tank top, and stretch your arms high in the air. Why did I want to jump across the table and bury my face in your armpits? I long for exams to be done so I can be Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1129681988089563572005-10-18T20:26:00.000-04:002006-03-19T10:43:52.323-05:00I Will Sell My Soul for Something Pure and TrueSince I capped of my day of studying with fast food and The Biggest Loser, heres something to cheer my up. More of my boyfriend Josh Wald. I'm gonna go stick my fingers down my throat now.Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1129390079645632292005-10-17T20:20:00.000-04:002005-10-17T20:21:16.930-04:00I'm Happy Here...This is the view from my apartment Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1129380024191573612005-10-15T08:28:00.000-04:002006-03-19T10:47:52.453-05:00He's Got Hungry Eyes and I'm the BuffetWell no pictures of my apartment, so I figured I do one better.This icey eyed beauty is model Brandon Scott Volz, I don't know much more about him except that he's a fellow libra, for which I have a soft spot. Enjoy. Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1129253081563844642005-10-13T20:58:00.000-04:002005-10-13T21:24:41.570-04:00Alright, OkayRight, so I'm back. Once again connected to the webbernet. Anyway, I moved at the end of September, and because I waited till the day before I moved to call the cable company I had to wait till the middle of October to get my cable/internet hooked up. Anyway the prep for the move was really time consuming and basically I got no school work done through September. However, not Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1127270742490392502005-09-20T22:29:00.000-04:002005-09-21T07:03:33.566-04:00If Looks Could Kill You Would Be An UziWell, Big Brother 6 came to an end tonight and its put me in a good mood, so lets celebrate with some eye candy.This stunning piece of man is model/actor Ned Strasen-Reuter and I wanna make out with his eye-brows...and thighs...and while I'm at it his clavicles...Oh yeah, he's into dudes...so you've got a chance. Riiight.Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1127159085847391002005-09-19T15:39:00.000-04:002005-09-19T15:44:45.853-04:00Take Me To Another Place Take Me To Another LandAlright everyone I'm begging you watch the season premier of Arrested Development tonight on FOX at 8pm est. DO IT!They got snubbed at the Plegmmy's last night, so watch the show before they cancel it and we're left with According to Jim and Hope and Faith.Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1127090911046790752005-09-18T19:52:00.000-04:002005-09-18T20:48:31.056-04:00I started this blog as a means to vent the cluttered thoughts in my head. But lately, since I have nothing to complain about, it's strayed from its original purpose. However, I have something personal to bitch about.Friday morning I woke up for class at 6:30am. When I got up I noticed that I had an IM from this guy I used to chat with on yahoo. He lives on the westcoast so it was about 3:30 Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1126650816449989772005-09-13T18:29:00.000-04:002005-09-13T18:34:27.600-04:00She Works Hard For The MoneyAlright everyone tune into Big Brother tonight and watch my Janie doll kick some fat ass as HoH.Nobody puts Janie in a corner.Sorry I thought you were a tranny.Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1126551393087297522005-09-12T14:40:00.000-04:002005-09-12T15:06:09.780-04:00My Life Has Become A Boring Pop SongMy Current musical obsession is Jack's Mannequin. For those of you who don't know, Jack Mannequin is the solo project of Something Corporate's frontman Andrew McMahon.I hesitate to write about this most because I suck at musical reviews but because my words could never do it justice. It's bright, emotional, and insiteful. So if you like punk, if you like emo, Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1126227621950952892005-09-08T20:55:00.000-04:002005-09-09T16:18:16.280-04:00Some People Wait A Lifetime For A Moment Like This Big fan of Janelle, big fan.First thoughts after tonights Big Brother? I love Janelle, no really I LOVE Janelle. Also, was the part of Ivette's girlfriend recast? Because she didn't seem as "ugly as hell" as she did in the first episode. And while I'm on the subject...Ivette's mom and girlfriend really won me over tonight with their Cappy hate Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1126203813696703522005-09-08T14:18:00.000-04:002005-09-08T14:50:50.663-04:00Here I go, here I go, here I go again... Well Brat Boy got me thinking about hot guys this morning so I naturally thought of the Carlson Twins. And I naturally kept thinking about them all day. So here ya go...I don't know who's who... but who cares? We don't need names. I'm mean seriously. They even look good with clothes on. And because I'm not entirely without a raging libido...Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1125971055707685192005-09-05T21:18:00.000-04:002005-09-05T21:44:15.713-04:00Pack It Up, Pack It InThursday night was a bust, the bar was too small for us, too hot for us, too understaffed for us and ran out of alcohol. By the time we got to the bar I was hung over and the watered down drink specials did nothing to regain my buzz.Since I wasn't hung over Friday morning, I decided to drive to London to spend the weekend with Steve, but not before dropping $11,750 at the Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1125605435387131162005-09-01T16:02:00.000-04:002005-09-01T16:10:35.393-04:00Grab Some Ice and A Dash of VermouthI'm getting drunk tonight. The whole school is going downtown to the Kabin tonight. I've pretty much resigned myself to fact that it's gonna be a sloppy night. I'm ready for it....I hope. *Embarrassing stories to follow.Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1125445198752641612005-08-30T19:14:00.000-04:002005-08-30T19:42:38.813-04:00He Was A Punk, She Did BalletLadies and Gentleman, Josh Wald. I love this man. Anyone who can pull off that leg tattoo, which I can only describe as a cross between the Chiquita Banana lady's head dress and a paint-by-numbers activity, and still drip with masculinity is top rate in my book. Even with clothes on he's still looks like sex on legs. But the chest hair is the kicker, it seals the Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1125348112522615102005-08-29T16:16:00.000-04:002005-08-29T21:08:03.296-04:00Five Signs the End Is Near (or How Paris Hilton Destroyed Society)There is something seriously wrong with life today. Somewhere along the way we lost site of things truly important and veered in a direction that defies all human sensibility. Not only did we wander away, but we set up camp in a wasteland and erected billboards to advertise our brilliance...or lack thereof. Now don't get me wrong, Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1123713343839855622005-08-10T18:30:00.000-04:002005-08-10T18:35:43.846-04:00In Love With Love And Lousy PoetryI love The Weakerthans....There I said it. I don't just like them, I love them...I wanna climb inside their brains and jack off. For the past two days I've just been listening to them incessantly. I love it. It's poetry. It's melody. It's everything I want music to be. It's not the type of music you listen to with your ears, but with your soul. Everyone, LOVE TheDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1123633644013896772005-08-09T20:19:00.000-04:002005-08-09T20:27:31.510-04:00I Always Believed in FuturesI started apartment hundting today. I hate living in North York, mostly because everything is so expensive for ghetto quality, and also because there are too many families living in apartment buildings. I hate kids. I hate people who cook stinky ethnic food. I hate people who play the violin every sunday morning. I hate barking dogs. I hate listening to guys beating Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1123606418733099752005-08-09T12:41:00.000-04:002005-08-09T12:53:38.740-04:00Measure Me In Metered LinesI'm back from my blog holiday. I was off playing PS2, anyway I passed my nerdy game so I decided to blog it up a bit. I have nothing new to report, but then again that's the story of my life. My sleeping is all fucked up this week because I've been come a Big Brother Live Feed Addict. I was up again till 4am. Since, I didn't wake up until noon, I don't think I'm Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1122850292852154492005-07-31T18:48:00.000-04:002005-07-31T18:51:32.856-04:00Boredom.I tend to stay away from making comments like "I'm bored" because I believe that only the boring get bored. Well, I've come the the conclusion that I must be pretty effing boring, because I'm bored out of my f*cking tree.Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1121805446816228112005-07-19T16:23:00.000-04:002005-07-19T16:37:26.823-04:00I've Been Livin' On Coffee and NicotineWell it's the first day of my summer of laziness...and just as a I suspected...I have a caffeine withdrawl headache. Grumble. I went out today to buy a new PS2 game and couldn't find any that I wanted to play, so I bought The Office Box Set instead and came home and started playing Xenosaga again. Plus I'm tired and I can't seem to fall asleep. Also now Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1121707678094588912005-07-18T13:16:00.000-04:002005-07-18T13:32:15.566-04:00The Fantastic Four Was A Fantastic BoreAlright, I'm done the fooking exam...I have no clue how it went, but it definitely didn't go well. How come he told half the fecking people what was on the exam? I'm pissed. Anyway, it's done with. Maybe I can finally begin my summer? I hope I hope. So the workers are back in my apartment...figures I'm finally done studying and I can't even relax with some Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1121627283196687912005-07-17T14:58:00.000-04:002005-07-17T15:11:37.513-04:00Back to Life...Okay Bitches, I'm back...or should I say Bitch...since only one person reads this boring blog anymore. Regardless, I'm back from my week of studying at Western. I feel as though I got some awesome studying done. If I don't pass this exam tomorrow then maybe I'm not cut out for Chiropractic. It was so great being back at UWO...I can't believe how much I missed it. So many memories Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1120778514293768092005-07-07T19:16:00.000-04:002005-07-07T19:23:11.526-04:00Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant...It makes me want to set myself on fire.So looks like I'll be hitting road to London for the weekend...Just as soon as Big Brother is over...I'm looking forward to the drive because I made a really cool Mix CD that I've been looking forward to listening to. Should be a nice drive. Hopefully they don't shut the 401 down tonight. I hope to get some Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1120673449376029452005-07-06T13:56:00.000-04:002005-07-06T14:10:49.380-04:00Oh, my God, we’re having a fire! Sale.They've been testing the fire alarms in my building since 9 this morning and it's supposed to continue until 5 pm tomorrow. I hate this place. I've decided to take a break from studying today. Anita sent me all of her study notes to use and she's gonna help me study next week. I figure if I go full-tilt neuro for the next two weeks I'll be burnt out for Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1120597121418057642005-07-05T16:55:00.000-04:002005-07-05T17:04:53.080-04:00This Guy Watches Too Much OprahSo I'm going on a full year of watching Oprah like a mother of three, and it's got me wondering, is it like an obligation for her guests to tell her how beautiful she he is at fifty?In other TV news I'm really enjoying the new FX show 30 Days...it's a great concept, but the skeptic in me still thinks that 30 Days isn't enough to change your life forever. Once you Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1120571137484087992005-07-05T09:28:00.000-04:002005-07-05T09:45:37.490-04:00Stupid Sexy NeuroSo it begins...back to studying. Today is the day I crack the books again, much sooner than I anticipated. I'm headed back to the library today which only conjures up horrible feelings of the hell that is exam time. Boo-urns. At the very least I'm half excited about people watching on the subway. Maybe another cute girl will smile at me and make my day. I guess I have someDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1120503236281544982005-07-04T14:47:00.000-04:002005-07-04T14:53:56.286-04:00Well, I made it back from the wedding o hell and I survived. It really wasn't that bad. Seeing Katie get married was rougher than I thought...especially after she told me that she always thought she'd marry me. On a similar note her mom was beyond excited to see me again. Regarding Steve I came up with some bullshit excuse as to how my date backed out at the last minute so I brought him alongDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1120077321469699672005-06-29T16:32:00.000-04:002005-06-29T16:37:07.760-04:00Alright I deleted the old comment program because I don't need it anymore...So to Flesh, my only commenter since I resurfaced, sorry.Anyway this new comment thang seems better.Anyhoo, on the reality front...I went in to talk to my neuro prof. and he was no help...he even went so far as to ridicule me for my wrong answers...so not only am I no better off but I'm also underminded. So I'm feeling Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1119930846575936992005-06-27T23:23:00.000-04:002005-06-27T23:54:06.583-04:00Another one of those days...One of those days that makes me want to blog. Today's been a rough one. Where to begin?In high school I became really good friends with this girl named Katie. Her and I clicked. We had been friends for a while but never really got along. Until we became obsessed with Rollerblading. We bonded over our crazy rollerblading adventures and gradually we became best Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1116186389343263372005-05-15T15:39:00.000-04:002005-05-15T15:46:29.346-04:00Where the hell does the time go? I swear it seems like just yester day I was 16. I'm listening to music that's been bringing me back to reandom times in my life...That summer of drunkeness in Windsor was actually 4 years ago...FOUR YEARS!!!! Holy hell i'm getting old. It isannoying how all these years have just blended together, and how the only thing that allows me to put my life into some Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1113446392325672452005-04-13T22:38:00.000-04:002005-04-13T22:39:52.373-04:00Looks like I'm driving the dreaded cousin home this weekend...lucky me...I get to stick around for an extra three hours that I can driver...which means that I have to drive in rush hour traffic. LUCKY ME! I'm trilled. I'm sarcastic.Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1113424545816249372005-04-13T16:23:00.000-04:002005-04-13T16:35:45.816-04:00So to cap off my shitty day yesterday I found out that the house I lived in throughout university is being turned into a bar. From what I hear the window to my former bedroom has been bricked up. I'm sad about this. It hurts to know that all those four walls that were so special to me are gonna be everyones now. People will be spilling beer where I used to sleep. People will be puking where Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1113347310444832192005-04-12T19:00:00.000-04:002005-04-12T19:08:30.443-04:00Sometimes I really question how I fit into this world, because for the most part I don't really feel as tho I belong. Today was a rough day I had my insecurities broadcast to the entire class, and I'm having a hard time dealing with this self inflicted embarassment. To make matter worse I lost twenty dollars moments after. It was the oddest thing, I had the 20 dollars in my hand one second, Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1110501608324489822005-03-10T19:38:00.000-05:002005-03-10T19:40:08.350-05:00HI...wow it's been forever...where have I been you ask? I'm at Chiropractic college...finally...i've been here since september...and it's been interesting...a whole different world here...struggling along all by myself...hrm...i dunno what else...I'll be back.Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1088481679470610872004-06-28T23:49:00.000-04:002004-06-29T00:01:19.470-04:00So I re-read The Love Song of Alfrend J. Prufrock, and it's got me really thing about the nature of taking control of one's own life. More specifically why on one hand I'm desperate to take some hold over the reins of the my life and on the other I'm too listless to attempt it. Is there some comfort in a life more ordinary?
I have this rotting feeling that my life is living me rather than the Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1086972522130090732004-06-11T12:28:00.000-04:002004-06-11T12:48:42.146-04:00So, I found out what happened to the guy who fell. He jumped. Turns out he was an anesthesiologist in the city who had be charged with having kiddie porn. It's odd because I remember surfing the web after he jumped to see if anything had been written about it. But I found an article about a London doctor and his kiddie porn charges and how they were sure to mention that he was never left aloneDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1086542380585768362004-06-06T13:19:00.000-04:002004-06-06T13:19:40.586-04:00The past won’t stop calling me
Back to a simpler time
When tomorrow was an easier today
A place that was more ideal
When I was more naïve
The past is banging at my door
Trying to wake me from this dream
Selling unlimited potential
A time before we admitted we were trashy
Recalling the security that hypocrisy provided
The past is climbing through my window
But I am standing in quicksand
Every Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1086490272453172142004-06-05T22:19:00.000-04:002004-06-05T22:51:12.453-04:00So Steve is gone until tomorrow night. I woke up this morning and I was happy that I had the place to myself. It started off a good day. The sun was shining, the streets were quiet below, I was feeling well. I made myself a nice breakfast then settled myself on the balcony in the morning sun and started reading a book I've long neglected. It was nice in the sun, and my legs are still feelingDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1085143919020806872004-05-21T08:44:00.000-04:002004-05-21T08:51:59.020-04:00I need friends. I'm very tired of being stuck in the apartment. Truth is I'm more picky than I can afford to be. Friends seem to drift in and out of my life, but none have remained. Last night I went to that website, you know the one, the one I hate, to see who was online. Same old, same old. Nothing has changed in four months, though I wasn't surprised. I felt really embarassed to be Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1085110837825595952004-05-20T23:39:00.000-04:002004-05-20T23:40:37.826-04:00I also want to add that I'm being too long winded in second-rate poetic in my posts. I'm gonna try for short and sweet from now on. SUBSTANCE.Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1085110729906602902004-05-20T23:22:00.000-04:002004-05-20T23:38:49.906-04:00So I'm putting to rest another week of same old, same old. I got the most confusing package in the mail today about my application to Finger Lakes. I didn't understand a lick of it. It came with contradictory instruction and none of the forms I should have receive, but then again I'm probably reading it wrong. I tend to do that. Included in the stuff I have to fill out is an English Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1084853759411152762004-05-17T23:57:00.000-04:002004-05-18T00:15:59.410-04:00So, I've noticed a trend in my blogs...I'ma whiney. That bugs me. I don't want to present myself that way. Lately I haven't felt very introspective, and whenever I get like that I feel so disjointed and disconnected from everything. I'm back to that drifting that I despise about myself. I've been hanging out with Jeff the past two days and it felt good. It felt good to get out. London is Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1084803076607991342004-05-17T09:39:00.000-04:002004-05-17T10:11:16.606-04:00I don't know if I can quiet wrap my head around what is going on overseas. This 'prisoner abuse scandal' and poor Nicholas Berg, seems too much for my heart and brand to process. Where does this all end? How much more will this escalate. I can't understand any reason for torturing POWs. Why can't the United States step up and quit looking for who's responsible. The simple fact of the matterDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-108451190600003402004-05-14T00:53:00.000-04:002004-05-14T01:18:26.000-04:00"I hope you can forgive me for that time
when I put my hand between your legs
and said it was small, ‘cause it’s really not at all
I guess there’s just a part of me that likes to bring you down
just to keep you around, ‘cause the day
you that you realize how amazing you are
you’re gonna leave me"
So this just put into light for me what I've been doing to Steve for over two years. Unfortunately,Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1083872448804688172004-05-06T15:40:00.000-04:002004-05-06T15:45:08.466-04:00God it's Thursday and I still can't get over the Debbie Downer sketch from SNL this past week. This season of Saturday Night Live has been really surprising me. It's like a second wind of sorts. There have been so many moments this season that are quickly becoming some of my favourites, such as Justin Timberlake as Jessica Simpson, Oprah's Favourite Things: Birthday Edition y'all, the What Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1083819701675193632004-05-06T01:01:00.000-04:002004-05-06T01:06:00.903-04:00Yo ho ho, I'm back neglected friend Blog. How've you been? Myself? Oh same as usual. I'm one step away from having applied to New York Chiropractic College. And I'm still jobless, and still I'm not looking. Summer is fast approaching the sun is really glorious. I can't wait to get outside. I can't wait to have a job. Tomorrow is the day that I start to look again. I've sat on my ass long Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1080448502359431212004-03-27T23:35:00.000-05:002004-03-27T23:38:29.513-05:00Well here I am after a month long absence. I haven't been up too much. Still jobless, but in all honestly i haven't been looking. Also I didn't get into chiropractic college, but I did make the waiting list, for whatever that's worth. I'm now looking toward the american schools.
So today my heart started hurting again. not metaphorically, but for real. It was out of control, and it startedDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1077063676710334352004-02-17T19:21:00.000-05:002004-02-17T19:23:52.420-05:00you don't belong here... you will never succeed...you are a fraud...you're not worthy of anything...these are not things i tell myself, but rather things i lie to my self about...I spent so much of my life trying to cover up these things...because deep down i feel it all to be true.
i desperately want some one to see all the things in me that i cannot.
i've never felt worthy.
my life right nowDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1076294073877829022004-02-08T21:34:00.000-05:002004-02-08T23:55:49.000-05:00I think it's nice to believe that love conquers all, however in reality it's just not the case. Love is only one small part of an equation with dozens of factors. Everyone wants us to believe that love is the be all and end all. But love is just an emotion, and no emotion is static. The word love is but a mere frame around broader spectrum of emotion, and a tiny frame at that. What is it about Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1076276290512147922004-02-08T16:38:00.000-05:002004-02-08T16:40:33.763-05:00Sunday... I don't like Sundays...end of the weekend, nothing happens, they drag, everyone knows that tomorrow is Monday. Monday, tomorrow I need to get back on the job hunt. I need to find work, I'm broke.
On a happier note, last night I drank a bottle of wine and watched SNL, and holy crap did I ever laugh. Oprah's Favourite Things, good lord that was funny, I was laughing to the point I Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1076136406077790642004-02-07T01:46:00.000-05:002004-02-07T01:49:07.246-05:00So I just saw Lost in Translation, and it was an excellent film. When it was over I had never felt more lonely. Okay I'm too sad to blog. Find me whoever you are, find me and hold my hand.Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1076106342803248332004-02-06T17:25:00.000-05:002004-02-06T17:28:03.623-05:00I'm having a rough day. I'm feeling myself very unworthy of others affection. I feel like I'll never be the object of another's desire. That I am the only one who sees what I have to offer. What is is about me...Steve's ex called here today looking for Steve, then called again regarding how to get ahold of Steve. I sorta lied and said I didn't know. That was wrong of me I guess. The idea Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1076044438246319742004-02-06T00:13:00.000-05:002004-02-06T00:16:18.280-05:00Well it's February, the 5th to be exact....and I'm back from the dead. What's new you ask? Well where do I begin? I guess since my last blog things started to change around december. First off, I decided not to return to school this semester, primarily because I already had my degree and I was no longer oriented toward school. Even though I am currently jobless my intention was to find a job Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1067023454959179452003-10-24T15:24:00.000-04:002003-10-24T15:24:16.496-04:00This guy needs to blog. I'm angry and I don't want to be I want to be sad. I want to cry, I want to know that I'm hurt. But here I am smiling. I am not happy. I am angry. So why am I smiling. It pisses me off that I'm not crying over this. I don't like this emotion confusion. I've gotten almost too rational. I don't even feel human. I need to cry, I need to cry, I need to cry, I need Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-1057706595777626492003-07-08T19:23:00.000-04:002003-10-24T15:25:47.700-04:00Well look at this, it's July 8! Yup, it's been a long while since I've come around here. The summer has taken control of me, who cares about creativity when you have the summer long before you. It's been good summer, although I've been unemployed up until now. Been hanging out with Jeff and Steve practically all summer, which has been an unbelievable amount of fun. I am just living it up. Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-925050242003-04-12T19:36:00.000-04:002003-04-12T19:36:51.593-04:00Ya I officially suck at keeping up with my blog. I think I need more time to my self. Which also means I need to shut off MSN. It'll be the death of me, mark my words it'll be the death of me.
Let's see what else? Oh yeah, I'm moving in with Steve in about two weeks. I'm kind of nervous about it and kind of excited. I'm nervous that this move will screw things up between us. Also I'm Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-908522742003-03-17T08:28:00.000-05:002003-03-17T08:28:11.780-05:00Monday morning. I have about ten minutes before I have to leave for school. I can't wait to get my coffee! And also since yesterday put me in a bad mood, all I am going to do today is smile. No stress. If people are talking around me, it's a sign I should listen to them. ;o) I also have to mention that watching Maggie dance to barry White last night on the Simpsons made me want to piss Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-908415002003-03-17T01:38:00.000-05:002003-03-17T01:38:03.983-05:00Well it's 1:31 in the morning. Sunday is finally over. I'm not relaxed. Sleep will feel good. I need to not be anywhere near MSN for a while. I feel bad for Phone. He never rings anymore. Everyone wants MSN. Sad. Poor phone.
"I am on your side, it's taken me a long time" -- Pete Yorn. This song literally feels like it's bathing me. It feels so cleansing. Thanks Pete Yorn.
Good night Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-908351632003-03-16T23:05:00.000-05:002003-03-17T01:34:04.000-05:00MSN is a pain in the ass. I've just decided that I don't want to be available all the time. Christ that thought is stressing me out. I can't stand not having any "alone" time. There's constantly someone messaging me to complain about someone or something or their relationship or school or to ask me question that I don't know the answers to and I really don't feel like looking up. ARGHBLARGH.Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-904339732003-03-09T22:34:00.000-05:002003-03-09T22:34:07.826-05:00I just wanted to share my pain with all of you. I seem to have an irritation on my eyelid, like a rash of some sort. I have no clue how i got it, I jsut noticed it after I got back from the gym today. Anycrap, I'm trying not to rub at it, even though it itches like a bastard. It's like chickenpox all over again. Not to mention the fact that I have a white head on my other eyelid that I cannotDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-904163762003-03-09T16:10:00.000-05:002003-03-09T16:10:30.530-05:00What is with car commercials anymore? What are those people doing? Where are they going? Effing dorks is what those people are. Also those commercials are really beginning to make me hate music. I hope to hell I don't look like them when i'm singing/slash dancing with nothing but my arms in a hat that defies all gravity on the side of my head in my car. Honeslty show the mofos in gridlock Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-903699302003-03-08T16:25:00.000-05:002003-03-08T16:27:18.000-05:00Well yesterday I was really feeling the stress of life. I'm in such an odd place in mylife, the threshold of what's next? It's really a unsettling feeling, not knowing. But anyway that's not what I was gonna say.
So the stress was really getting me, and my roomates had just left so I had the house to myself so I guess that's why I decided to blast my music. Regarless of why I did it it wasDigbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5141708.post-903688542003-03-08T15:57:00.000-05:002003-03-08T16:03:29.000-05:00Well here it is, my second attempt at a blog. I'm tired of not saying the things I want to say so i'm gonna promise myself to say them here. I feel like I have insightful things to say and I'm sick getting frusterated everytime I go to say them because I trip over my words. I've always been a better writer than talker, too intimidated I guess, I keep realizing that I'm not doing nearly enough Digbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176120691190197043noreply@blogger.com0