<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803</id><updated>2012-01-28T22:55:02.384-05:00</updated><category term='Childhood'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Dirty Enough I Got Me A Love And It's So Bad, Hello Timebomb Ready To Go Off</title><subtitle type='html'>We chat about life, love, and all the things that make the world go round.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-1537774202089712764</id><published>2010-02-18T01:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:28:11.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating Vibes</title><content type='html'>It's 1:13 am. I'm trying to study for Radio production and failing miserably. I feel like shit. Dan just looks over it once and he remembers it like it's second nature. I get distracted by flashy things and facebook and then when I try to look it over, I can't remember. It's my own fault really. I should keep studying, but i'm ready to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stand up on the ground and look around, see if she's still here. Maybe in the moments I was gone, she disappeared. By now i'm sure she's gunnin for a new face to hold to her in the candle light. If she looks back, i'll be waiting like a good boy, barking into the night. She says it's not enough to want, but i'm drawn in by my own sense of perfection. To the world she's so cool and she ain't nobodies fool, she's own damn art show. Showin off like picaso once, she's got no refrain, she don't waste it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I call her name and she doens't call back, its always the same. She's the girl who changed my world, yeah it's always same, boys all play her game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not directed at anyone, mainly because I don't have any promiscuous friends, male or female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-1537774202089712764?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/1537774202089712764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=1537774202089712764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1537774202089712764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1537774202089712764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2010/02/floating-vibes.html' title='Floating Vibes'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-7290364294948861939</id><published>2010-02-10T00:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:00:33.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>I hate myself. I hate the promises I make to do better. I hate lying to myself about how i'm so much better than the way I act. I hate how I give up after 20 minutes. I just don't know what to do with myself. I don't know if I want to spend my life wondering if the path I'm taking is the right one. I don't want to worry that i'm not doing well in school. I want confidence. I feel like my confidence in my abilities has gone downhill so fast that I'm just no use to anyone. I'm not who I should be. I hate it. God, if you really exist and you by some mystery of the universe read this, I don't blame you for any of it. I want to do well, and i'm failing. Every day I dread getting up because I dread being a disappointment to myself. I don't care about disappointing others, I want to make myself proud. Fuck everyone else, I do what I do for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-7290364294948861939?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/7290364294948861939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=7290364294948861939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7290364294948861939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7290364294948861939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2010/02/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-8662431905164606087</id><published>2010-01-16T22:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:23:55.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Was A Guy..An Underwater Guy Who Controlled The Sea. Got Killed by 10 Million Pounds of Sludge From New York and New Jersey</title><content type='html'>Gotta love the Pixies. An awesome band if I do say so. I recently bought their second album "Doolittle". Unfortunately I haven't gotten around to listening to it yet, but the songs I have listened to are awesome. Monkey Gone to Heaven, for example is one of those songs that I find you'll either really like or really think WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that's not why i'm here and writing again. I think i've finally gotten to the point where I can actually write something on here and not be worried if i'm going to think "Wow, what was the point in that? You just wrote because you felt like you had to do it, not because you wanted too". I opened up this page over 2 hours ago and I wrote that first little bit there as soon as I. The rest of this is being written at 12:30 am. No lie. I was listening to High and Dry by Radiohead, which I just heard for... well not the first time, but it's the first time I found out the name of the song and the artist.  Anyways, it was just so soft that it made me wanna write on here. So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a weird couple of months...no longer than that since i've actually had anything good to write here. Have I changed? Yeah, but we'll get to that shortly. I guess the biggest thing now is that i'm in college. Yeah I finally made it to post secondary education. I was shocked myself, so please take a moment to let that sink in. I'm sure i've posted this somewhere else down the line but what the hell, this is where i'll actually have some meaning behind it. I'm studying Radio, Film and Television broadcasting. Is it hard? Yeah, it's challenging. I'm not a very focused person so it makes it even harder when i'm trying to study. I enjoy the program but I keep feeling like it's what I want but it's not how I imagined I would be going about it. I I don't even know what I mean by that. I look around from time to time and I see people making new friends and having fun, yet i'm just not like them and I can't understand why I'm not trying to be more like them. Wait, scratch that, I hate trying to be like other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the more I want to change the more i'm gonna stay the same. Still, I wouldn't have it any other way. The school is located down in Welland, so i'm staying in residence, which is...well lets put it this way, the walls need to become soundproof. Even brick is not good enough to block out the room next to mine. No not my roommate, but the guy on the other side of my room just got rockband and has people over all the time, and I can hear them pounding on the plastic drums. Not pleasant when i'm trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get along fairly well with my roommate, Dan. He's a good guy. Sometimes I feel bad because my tendency to begin yelling at him for my own stupidity and quick to anger nature, makes me seem like i'm overly angry all the time, which i'm not...3/4 of the time. Yeah i'm still a little bit of anger bug but i'm trying. Then there are the times when i'm trying to be funny or say something smart and it just turns out to be another lame attempt on my part, which make me wonder if i'm trying too hard or if i'm just not cut out to try at all. I'm content with being in the background, it's a known fact. Dan has the ability to make friends easily, in fact whenever someone comes to our room they're looking for him. I don't think anyone has come to our room looking for me...ever. But I never give them a reason to, so again, I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made some interesting friends at college, but again it's the same as I said above. I'm not the person they'll call on to hang out with or have a drink with. I'm not that person. Plus everyone I know is high 1/2 the time, and I'm not in to that at all. Not that there's anything wrong with it, i'm just not that kind of person. I've thought about doing it sure, but it's not that appealing to me, plus with my current health I can't take any chances that something could throw me off balanace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Health? Yeah i've got health problems. It's not that bad, but then again it is. In the month of May I had a seizure after working out. I had just finished running on my treadmill and had gone upstairs to my room and laid down on my bed and begun to play with my Nintendo DS. I guess after playing for a few moments I blacked out and dropped to the floor beside my bed, narrowly missing my night stand, and started to have a seizure. It was weird. I don't remember it much, but I came to as they were taking me to the hospital. I had to call in sick to work that morning and had my drivers license suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone for numerous tests since the incident and it was determined that I have abnormal brain waves, which means I could have been having seizures for years while sleeping and no one ever knew. I was offered medication but I declined because I thought if I took it I would be admitting I had a condition, which at the time I wasn't prepared to do. Flash forward to Christmas day. I was in sudbury at my grandparents house, sitting on the couch with my laptop and watching tv. Apparently I blacked out again and dropped to the floor once more, landing myseld in a sudbury hospital. I was discharged after 2 hours there. Not a pleasant way to spend Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was weaker than i've ever been the following few days. I hated it, and I hated my body. I went back to the Neurologist who I saw after the first seizure and ultimately told me I wouldn't be getting my license back for a while. I had to inform him that i'd had another seizure which led to him diagnosing me with Epilepsy. Yup, I'm epileptic. It's not as bad as it sounds. However my days of playing video games for hours on end have been cut back tremendously. That's for the good of my health though, as much as I hate to admit it.  What's possibly the worst part is that i'm now in the process of getting to wear a medical alert bracelet again. Again? Yes, when I was 6 I was diagnosed with a severe allergy to latex, which is pretty much rubber.  Yes, i've heard all the condom jokes already so please keep them to yourselves. When I was 16 we found out that I was misdiagnosed or had somehow outgrown the allergy, which was said to be impossible (Go me!). So I said bye bye to the bracelet i'd grown accustomed to wearing for 10 years. Now i've gotta start that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering, yes i'm still single. I know, you'd think with me being in College i'd actually meet somebody and try to go on a date or two, but it's just not happening. Every girl in my program is either dating already, not interested in me (which I can just tell by the way they act, not because i've tried asking them out or anything), or just not appealing to me. No i'm not entirely shallow but come on, looks do play a part. Every girl in residence that i've seen thus far is just not appealing either. They're all party girls or rich girls who want only the guys that are attractive and can spoil them. In all honesty i'm not really interested in dating...at all. Yeah a relationships fun I guess, but it's not what i'm looking for. But it's not like i'm looking for a one night stand or anything. I'm just not interested in Women right now. Unless I meet some girl that is in my range and I become completely infatuated with her and I know she feels the same, than yeah I might go for it. Otherwise, i'm happy being alone on a friday and saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As depressing as that sounds, the invitation to go out and do shit doesn't come up often for me. Sure, I could call someone and ask if they're free, but the way I figure it, is if they haven't called me yet, they're busy doing other stuff or they're with their significant other. I think the only person, on wait make that 2 people, that I have back home that are not dating currently are Ryan and Jenae. I hung out with Ryan over the christmas break so i'm not gonna make him chill with me the weekend after I last saw him. And Jenae...well we spent last night having an argument over facebook which we both realized could have been done in person if we'd known we were both not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i've written a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-moose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's radiohead with High and Dry, an amazing song which they haven't played live in over a decade because they've said "It's not bad...it's very bad". They hated it but their record lable made them but it on their 94' album "The Bends". This is a live version of the song but it's just as good as the record version. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W6uaTYjCWvY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W6uaTYjCWvY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-8662431905164606087?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/8662431905164606087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=8662431905164606087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/8662431905164606087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/8662431905164606087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-was-guyan-underwater-guy-who.html' title='There Was A Guy..An Underwater Guy Who Controlled The Sea. Got Killed by 10 Million Pounds of Sludge From New York and New Jersey'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4922124118635176788</id><published>2009-12-15T02:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:08:09.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Because I Felt I Had To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello blog world. Don't give me that look, I know it's been quite some time since I last had anything to say, so I apologize for not being here sooner. Nothing interesting seems to be happening to me anymore. It's gotten to the point where i'm not repeating the same day, but close enough so that tiny little things will change, and i'll take notice, thus making it different...if that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm not too sure why I decided to come back on here, but something tells me i'm going to be here again in the upcoming weeks...not sure if that's good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-moose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4922124118635176788?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4922124118635176788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4922124118635176788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4922124118635176788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4922124118635176788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/12/writing-because-i-felt-i-had-to.html' title='Writing Because I Felt I Had To'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-2907066735655449680</id><published>2009-10-29T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:29:47.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reel College Ep 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6qdvUVqDSTw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6qdvUVqDSTw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-2907066735655449680?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/2907066735655449680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=2907066735655449680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/2907066735655449680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/2907066735655449680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/10/reel-college-ep-1.html' title='Reel College Ep 1'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5848699223594635539</id><published>2009-10-12T01:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:17:02.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"On nights like tonight when no one's around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I sit in the dark on my hands on the ground, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and I smile like the devil smiles, unseen but proud, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;but truth be told I don't know who's at the helm, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;just sit tight and i'll make my way to you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Thank god Matthew Good released a new album. I'd probably be going insane if I didn't have his words to get me by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Vancouver (the new album), is Good at his best. He's not doing that cheap alterna-country crap that was on his last album, he's finally back to rocking out hard with lyrics that inspire me to want to write again. The quote at the top of the page is from the song "On Nights Like Tonight". When I first heard it, I kind of felt like I was reliving a night like that. Memories flooded in of the times I walked up and down the streets of Ancaster, listening to my Ipod and knowing that one day it'll all be worth it, and to endure any inner turmoil that i'm going through. I try to smile as often as possible, but some days it's harder than others to make a sincere face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I....don't have much else to say. My life has been quite dull since I left for school. Sure i've made two great friends in Dan And Jordan, but my mind constantly tells me that I can't always hang off them in my need to fit in. They've managed to make friends with the people in their labs, but I can't seem to do that. The people in my labs are just...idiots. Some of them are alright, like Russel and James, but there's others that i'd rather just not talk with. Not because their bad people, but I don't see myself being friends with them or talking to them outside of class. I constantly battle with myself whenever Dan has friends over to our room. I want to come out of my room and go talk with them and hang out, but I can't do it. To me, I see it as those are his people, and I don't wanna invade into their territory. I guess it can't be helped though, I was like this in high school as well. The only difference was I had Kristina there to talk with if things got too tough. I miss her more than I miss any one else from Ancaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I went into the walmart I used to work at on Saturday just to say hi to people and see how everyone was doing. It was good to see Paul and.....well it was good to see Paul. Taylor wasn't working until 4 so I missed seeing her. I did see Shelby though...I think it was more awkward than anything. I even saw Ryan, one of my supposed closer friends, and it didn't feel like he was to happy that I was there either. I mean we talked for a few minutes but he was leaving so he wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, which is understandable, but still it was like, why are you here again? You don't work here, so we don't care what you're doing here, just do it and get out. After that I decided to go visit Omar over at Futureshop. He managed to leave walmart about 2 weeks after I did, and he was happy to do so. I think I talked to Omar longer than I did with anyone else. I think he's the only person from walmart who actually misses my presence, excluding Taylor and Paul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I sound like I'm expecting people to jump for joy when I go in there, but that wasn't the intention. I guess I was just hoping I had made more of an impact on people there, but I guess not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I'll say it again, I miss you Kristina Graham, some days more than others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;J-moose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5848699223594635539?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5848699223594635539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5848699223594635539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5848699223594635539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5848699223594635539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/10/vancouver.html' title='Vancouver'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5229688898996035818</id><published>2009-10-04T01:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:30:24.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Stole From Matthew Good</title><content type='html'>The following is from www.matthewgood.org&lt;div&gt;This post intrigued me so i'm putting it on here since I know none of you have ever been to his site. Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="posthead" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 35px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 22px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); position: relative; letter-spacing: -1px; font: normal normal normal 22px/normal 'Myriad Pro', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida sans Unicode', Arial, sans-serif; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matthewgood.org/2009/10/a-boy-and-his-machine-gun/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 22px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); position: relative; letter-spacing: -1px; font: normal normal normal 22px/normal 'Myriad Pro', 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida sans Unicode', Arial, sans-serif; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;A Boy And His Machine Gun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="subhead" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Myriad Pro', 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; text-shadow: rgb(255, 255, 255) 0px 1px 1px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;I know who you’re waiting for. No one’s coming though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; text-align: justify; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 13px/22px Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, sans-serif; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven’t a lot of time to write these days. With the release of the new record only days away, I’ve been doing a great deal of press and find myself too exhausted to ponder commenting on current events when I’ve free time. I commonly find myself sitting chairs, staring at nothing, trying to put all the pieces floating around in my head together regarding the upcoming tour – what songs to do, what not to do, how to go about it all in an impacting way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have well over 100 songs in my catalogue, which means that playing for 90 minutes, or even 120 minutes, is a significant challenge when it comes to deciding what to play. Obviously, performing 6 or 7 songs off the new record is a given, which leaves 7 to 9 others up in the air. You can’t please everyone, nor can I rehearse with a band for two weeks and get over, say, 80 songs down so that random numbers can be pulled out of thin air. It’s something that becomes more daunting every time I tour with a band – how to formulate the show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On my way into town the other day I spent some time doing some homework. I listened to Beautiful Midnight from beginning to end. It’s hard to imagine that it came out ten years ago this month. It’s equally as hard to imagine that there was a time when I played most of those songs live. Were you to hand me a guitar and ask me to play &lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;A Boy And His Machine Gun&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 13px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Failing The Rorschach Test&lt;/em&gt; the truth is that I couldn’t. I remember the melodies, but even the words have escaped me, not to mention the chord progressions. True, it wouldn’t be that difficult to quickly sit down and figure them out, but that just adds more fuel to the fire – what to play, what not to, what’s relevant, what isn’t.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing about being in a band is that the past is remembered, you retain the ability to pull out obscure songs from the past. When you’re a solo artist, and have a large catalogue of material, the process becomes far more difficult given the fact that even if those that play with you are brilliant musicians (which Stu, Blake, and Milos are), it’s simply impossible for us to work up that sort of live catalogue given that we live in different cities and the time that we have to prepare is limited. With the old band it was different. We had a rehearsal space, we could get together whenever we wanted. These days I have to fly to the other side of the country to do it. That would be why preparing for an acoustic tour is much easier and the songs that I’m able to perform are greater in number – because I can sit in my basement and do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t even know where I’m going with this. I have a break in my schedule right now, so decided to sit down and write. I think I’m going to go lay down and think some more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah thinking – the bane of my existence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5229688898996035818?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5229688898996035818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5229688898996035818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5229688898996035818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5229688898996035818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-i-stole-from-matthew-good.html' title='Something I Stole From Matthew Good'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-6752995907836347450</id><published>2009-09-19T02:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T03:00:04.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Symphony</title><content type='html'>Hello....I'm J-moose. And after a long absence I have decided to return. I don't consider the last few posts on this page real posts at all. A side of me just wanted to say that i've actually posted something on the site so it'll satisfy anyone who looks at it. Wrong! No, that's not what I intended this site to be. Me posting random videos of things I like. This site was meant to be about me, and every little thought that comes into my mind. When I first started it, I had all this reason to write and to get those thoughts out into the world. Now, it just seems like I've gotten so lazy that even when something thought provoking comes along I can't get it out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now for instance, my mind kept telling me to listen to "Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve. A beautiful song that I've never given much credit to. That's not what i'm here to discuss. The thing that i'm more concerned about is why it choose to make itself known to me now. I think it has to do with all the worrying i've been doing lately. Yes, I worry, quite a lot actually. I can hide it well, since i've done nothing but hide for years. It's quite a lovely talent. I'm looking at the lyrics for the song and after reading it over a few times I think I understand why I wanted to hear it. It's a song about life....life and how some people will be a slave to one road and one thing. Richard Ashcroft, the writer of this song, uses money as the one thing we concern ourselves with. "You're a slave to money then you die" Ouch..I may not be a slave to money, but I can't say i've never not been concerned with the cost of certain things, like college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's another line. "But i'm a million different people from one day to the next, I can't change". I think I relate most with this line. Jamie, J-moose, Jay, James, all different names i've been called for years, with the more prominent being Jamie and J-moose. It's hard to be one person. I try hard, more than people will ever know, to become someone likeable. I know when I worked at wal-mart I was this odd, rude, egotistical teenager who.....I can't even word it properly. How stupid is that? I can't even give an accurate description of myself. I still believe that to this day, Shelby wanted to slap me, more than she would have with Jared, and believe me she disliked Jared more than anyone. Then again, I could be completely wrong and just really paranoid.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I arrived here at college, my biggest concern was, who should I be? There's tons of students here, some i'll never even meet, but for the ones I do, I still do not know who I will be to them. There are days when i'll be in a big group of people and I will have some random thought pop into my head, so i'll try to bring their conversation closer towards the thought in my head, just so I can say it. I feel odd when I do that. Jamie wants to keep his mouth shut, but J-moose wants to talk and never stop. My roommate is much more outgoing than I am, and he can meet new people no problem. That's a great quality in a lot of the people here, but it's not something in me. I can't do that. Going up to a crowd of people and saying "Hey" or getting involved in an ongoing conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel energetic yet I know I have to sleep. I feel tired yet my mind says keep writing. It wants me to tell everything stored up in it since my last real blog, but I can't. I can't let people know everything..It would take away from the potential for future blogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dirty enough I got me a love and it's so bad, it's so bad. Hello time bomb, ready to go off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-6752995907836347450?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/6752995907836347450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=6752995907836347450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6752995907836347450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6752995907836347450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/09/bittersweet-symphony.html' title='Bittersweet Symphony'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-7808788499797090194</id><published>2009-08-22T00:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:46:06.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of You</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's possible or not, but in the world of tv I guess almost anything is. I was watching the show One Tree Hill, something i've found myself doing as of late, and to my surprise, tonights episode struck a chord with me. The episode dealt with the main characters and some one off characters having to spend an hour truely getting to know someone. Of course as per tv standards someone ends up with a goth, another a firm believer in God, while some end up with people they already know and re-evaluate why they are friends. They are given 50 minutes to complete a list of things they must learn about one another, as well as a camera to take a photo of how they see this person. Naturally it's a whole life changing event for the kids of tree hill high, but the question that intrigued me was, is it really possible to change your life in 50 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens in 50 minutes? It's 10 minutes until the next hour, or 50 past the current. If you take a shower are you dry in 50 minutes? Can you lose a pound in 50 minutes or can you put one on? This episode showed me something that i'd forgotten about, high school people in particular. Despite the fact that everyone in my graduating class has already enjoyed one year of college or university, I still think some of them will apply to the labels that are given out to every student. My label? Loner. Yeah I had some friends, but I prefered my solitude most days. I hated highschool and most of the people in BT were either idiots or sluts. If I had the oppurtunity to spend 50 minutes with someone in that school, doing what the cast of One Tree Hill did, I don't know what i'd learn about them. Logically thinking, the shows actors have scripts they keep too, so of course their characters will reveal their deepest darkest secrets at the slightest whim. In real life, if I had to spend 50 minutes with one of the popular girls at BT, I would never tell them about me. It's not like they'd care enough to go, wow you so this way when I thought you were this way. Plus with the way students are at my school, someone would end up using the information to make you an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact And Faction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-moose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-7808788499797090194?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/7808788499797090194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=7808788499797090194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7808788499797090194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7808788499797090194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Pictures of You'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-6230201724879979213</id><published>2009-07-24T02:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:02:37.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Legend In My Own Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;No more pain...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No more pain...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I gave up tomorrow would the world even care? I'm not leaving a footprint, i'm not doing my share. I've had my fill of people and the way hold themselves. If I was giving up on them, i'd have to ask myself. Did you make sure they were happy, do you know that they're okay? If I was giving up them, i'd have to run away. And I know, that this world won't slow for them. It's too easy i'm not worthy of their time, but it's harder to forget, words and pictures that we have, so I write this down instead. I'm not sure I can help you, i'll only bring you pain, this isn't what I hope for, it's not like i'm to blame. It started with a promise I made some time ago. I asked for a favour which I just can't forget. My happiness comes second, because theirs I can't forget. I told myself be helpful, make them never walk away. I'm not sure I can keep this up, it's not like i'm around that much, so easily i'm scarred. When I see them hurting, it's hard to not break down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for their sadness and I want to ease their pain, but when i'm all alone at night, i'm just another face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't intend to write this, but I heard a song by Matthew Good that inspired me. It's kind of written to the beat of said song, so technically I can't claim this as my own. If you interested, the song is "If I were A Tidal Wave" It's an acoustic track, and his acoustic stuff is pretty deep sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-6230201724879979213?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/6230201724879979213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=6230201724879979213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6230201724879979213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6230201724879979213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-legend-in-my-own-mind.html' title='I&apos;m A Legend In My Own Mind'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-6588162522607782513</id><published>2009-07-17T00:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:56:19.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>D.O.A (Death Of Auto-Tune)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8z13AjI8n4I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8z13AjI8n4I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you Jay-z. Fuck Auto-tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-6588162522607782513?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/6588162522607782513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=6588162522607782513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6588162522607782513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6588162522607782513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/07/doa-death-of-auto-tune.html' title='D.O.A (Death Of Auto-Tune)'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-488695124813279984</id><published>2009-06-30T02:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:41:54.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Shit, Same Person, Different Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's so much in this world that we take for granted...that I take for granted. I can't even begin to explain how much regret there is in this world. I'm regretful...hell i'm still stuck on living in the past. I'm one of those people that says "Maybe if i'd done it like this" or "I never should have said that". Days when regret comes to haunt you are the worst. Days when you feel that even when you act like yourself, your still covering up the real you. I hate acting like the real me. Everytime I do, I find myself saying things that make me seem so...incoherent. When I go to bed at night, I'm regretful of the way I act, and present myself to the world. There is no right way for me to be. There's the guy that has no life and wastes his time on wikipedia learning the stupidest things that have no relevancy towards anything. There's the guy that makes feeble attempts to try and be social and try not to be mean, but even he fails, because people still tell me they hate me (not even kidding, one of the girls at co-op legitimately said it and she doesn't regret it) and that i'm a jerk.  Finally there's the guy that people get to know over time and somehow come to accept him, even though in the back his mind, he can't accept them for accepting him as it confuses the hell out of him as to why they do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe that the world will fall under the weight of it's own ego. I believe we will be crushed by the power of our stupidity and ignorance. Why? Because we're so focused on winning something for our foolish pride that we can't see 10 ft in front of us. My eye look closed everyday, but I see what some people don't want me to. I appear like i'm not listening but I hear things and know things people don't want me to. You call me a snoop, but a snoop uses their information for personal gain. The day I give a fuck about someone I work with, I barely know, or will never see again, is the day I call myself "Castanza, lord of the idiots". George, fuck you and all you troubles. Not that I hate Seinfeld, but damn George is just annonying sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love the world, don't get me wrong. But people need to learn where to draw the line. Girls who constantly believe Edward Cullen is coming for them, guys who think that by acting slick and greasing their hair will get them any girl on the dance floor. The husband who cheats on his wife, because "Everyone's doing it" or the wife that actually knows of her husbands filthy loins and doesn't care because she's got a job and house, why ruin it with a divorce. Give me one reason not to pretend like everyone else...someone has to have at least one, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-488695124813279984?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/488695124813279984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=488695124813279984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/488695124813279984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/488695124813279984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/06/same-shit-same-person-different-month.html' title='Same Shit, Same Person, Different Month'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-2217573495607929695</id><published>2009-06-24T00:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:29:09.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm apologetic to be precise, it's not much but it's worth the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll wipe the blood from this cut to prove a point, i'm bigger than your ego, and you'll never know. Define yourself through someone else, look in a mirror, there's no one starring back. We've all felt like you and now you'll feel it too, suck it up and look around, no one's crying for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just a little bit jaded, but i'm content with life. Things can't be this bad, because i'm not giving up on the one thing that matters. Give me a the cards, and i'll cut them one last time. In this game, i'm always the winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-2217573495607929695?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/2217573495607929695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=2217573495607929695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/2217573495607929695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/2217573495607929695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/06/im.html' title='i&apos;m'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-3438108839100776539</id><published>2009-06-03T20:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:54:03.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guaranteed</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3SxCph5I1Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3SxCph5I1Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This song won a golden globe for best original song in a motion picture back in 2008. It's from the movie "Into the Wild". This movie had a huge effect on me and always will. The novel which it's based off of is a true story about Christoper McCandless, a young man who ventured into the dreams that we all have. He tried to live off the land in Alaska but was ultimately killed by the harsh climate and starvation. I'm sure i've written about him before, but this song keeps coming back to me so I figured it deserved to be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-3438108839100776539?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/3438108839100776539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=3438108839100776539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/3438108839100776539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/3438108839100776539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/06/guaranteed.html' title='Guaranteed'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-8350253592436509398</id><published>2009-06-02T01:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:03:52.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm The Other Man. No One's Rooting For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've come to realize that life isn't anything I expected it would be like. Yeah, you get your up's and down's, but I was expecting there to be more of the up's. See, I have this crazy over active imagination that makes me think about stupid things. Like, oh J-moose, what if your life turned out this way and you had X amount of friends and did what they do. Or, damn wouldn't it be nice if you could write a guitar riff equal to the one's N comes up with and then write a kick-ass song together. Sometimes I get jealous, of all my friends. Some of them have lives which for the longest time I wished and prayed that I would have one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If it wasn't for my ability to view the world as it really is, I think i'd be lost in translation more often than not. Okay, here's something odd that I came upon from my lovely facebook account. I saw that one of the many people on my list had taken a quiz on "which teenage television show do you most relate to?" or something like that. Anyways, I  apparently relate to "Boy Meets World", which i'm quite happy with since I grew up watching it. But the weird thing about the quiz was the questions it asked. What do you like to do on a friday night, what's the one word that describes you in your group of friends. What do you do when faced with a problem? Personally I hated the answers I gave, mainly because they were completely fake and not true. Sure i'd love to hang out with friends on a friday night...but I work everyfriday and don't go out after. Yes I call my friends right away when faced with a problem because they definitely want to hear me whine and bitch for 20 mintues about something they really don't care that much about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, life is not like a tv show. It never will be. I wouldn't want my problems to be exploited to the world for a cheap 5 minute thrill. If I ever do become famous, and God hoping one day I will and then I will use my incredible amount of fame to revert Muchmusic back into playing actual music videos and not just So You Think You Can Dance and One Tree Hill (although I do watch OTH if it's on. It's addicting) Anyways, if one day i'm famous, I plan to live my life here in Canada, probably somewhere in Vancouver or Toronto. Forget moving to L.A just because I can, it's not worth the trouble of living anywhere near the fake crap known as The Hill's or The City. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired and going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-8350253592436509398?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/8350253592436509398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=8350253592436509398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/8350253592436509398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/8350253592436509398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-im-other-man-no-ones-rooting-for-me.html' title='Now I&apos;m The Other Man. No One&apos;s Rooting For Me'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-287917659795599160</id><published>2009-05-10T23:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:01:35.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know A Girl As Pretty As Can Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's always something or someone to write about, and today it's about somone. Someone I hold very close to my heart. Someone who I love very much (friendship love), because she makes me laugh, she makes me smile, she's there when i'm feeling down and she's got this aura of kindness that surrounds her even when she's not feeling at her best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've only known her for about 3-4 years, possibly a bit more, but it feels like I could have known her years ago in another time and place. This girl embodies what some people would crazy , overly hyper (which I have never seen anyone else match), down to earth, loving, sweet, and a whole list of things I can't even begin to describe. I've had the privledge and the honour to call her one of my best friends, for a while and I would never want that to change.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I recall the first time we really started to talk and build our friendship. It was in grade 1o english. We sat next to one another and would talk while working. When we read from whatever play we were doing from shakespeare, our teacher would tell us what points we should highlight or put a star beside. I would never really do it, but she would reach over and do it for me. Of course I would just look over at her like she was crazy but in really, I was thankful she did it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you, for being you and for all that you do. The lovely, Kristina Graham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-287917659795599160?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/287917659795599160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=287917659795599160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/287917659795599160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/287917659795599160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-girl-as-pretty-as-can-be.html' title='I Know A Girl As Pretty As Can Be'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4952168432515833090</id><published>2009-04-09T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:17:49.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trigun</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzHe4U5c5Oc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzHe4U5c5Oc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)As nerdy as it sounds, this show is freaking sweet.&lt;br /&gt;2)The theme song is pretty damn awesome&lt;br /&gt;3) Vash The Stampede, a gunman like no other has the greatest quote of all time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This world is made of......LOVE AND PEACE!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4952168432515833090?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4952168432515833090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4952168432515833090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4952168432515833090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4952168432515833090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/04/trigun.html' title='Trigun'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-8906921934351402181</id><published>2009-03-30T00:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:49:48.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno Awards And Why Nickelback Didn't Deserve To Win A Single Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For us Canadian's music is a huge part of who are we. It represent's our country in a way that we can be proud of and have something that we can share with the rest of the world. However, even with all of the amazing band's that Canada has going for it, every year we manage to overlook some of the best music that's been released. Today was the one day out of the year where we should have been proud of some of the great albums that were released this year. Yet, every year that this day comes, we are subjected to the same cock and bull story..."And the Juno goes to.....Nickelback!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's right, tonight at General Motor's Place in Vancouver, we had to go through another year of "And the Juno goes to....Nickelback". First off, the juno should never go to Nickelback...ever. They have no talent. Don't get me wrong, at one point and time, I was a fan of them, I even own their album "The Long Road", which was suprisingly decent. All joking matters aside though, if I were to go pull out an album review of their latest effort, "Dark Horse", i'm pretty sure I would see nothing but negativity. It sounds exactly the same as their last two albums, and it's pretty much the same story with their singles. The first one is usually a sappy song filled with remorse or wanting to be more than one could ever aspire to be. Not that there's ever anything wrong with that, but for after 5 or 6 albums, it's gotten pretty lame. Then there's the second single, that focuses on Chad Kroeger getting laid. I'm not going into details with that, because the thought of Chad Kroeger being able to right about "Something In Your Mouth" or going at it like "Animals", just creeps me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know i'm probably going to get penalized for this, but in times of dire need, Matthew Good always seems to hit the nail on the head. I'm not mentioning him because he's my favourite artist, but I do have a good reason. Good's been nominated numerous times over the years, be for it stuff he did with the Matthew Good Band, or his solo work, but not once has he ever gone to the juno's. Not once. If memory serves me right, Dave Genn, the ex-rhythm guitar player for MGB went one year because he heard there was an open bar. A little off topic, but i'll get back to my point. This quote is taken from his site and I think it says what I wanted to, but with a little more meaning behind it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"There are a lot of don’ts in the music business. One of them is having the audacity to pronounce the belief that art is not a competition and that trophies needn’t be handed out to validate what any artist would intrinsically do even if they spent the majority of their time working at a gas station and the rest of it recording poor quality demos in some basement suite on an antiquated cassette four-track. Ya, some of us have the gall to make a living at it, but God forbid any of us dare openly express ourselves beyond the contents of a compact disc. We are, after all, lucky to be able to write, record, and perform music for a living – God knows the majority of us weren’t endowed with talent and just happened to grease our way through music’s formidable front door"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well that explain's how Nickelback did it, along with Simple Plan, Good Charlotte, and numerous other's who some how are still making album after album of the same thing. Do we really need the Juno's, muchmusic, MTV, VH1 or any of these things anymore that are apparently the way we convey what is good and what is bad in the music industry? Muchmusic used to be one of my favourite stations to watch. The intererviews were pretty good, the music video's were always on when I came home from school, and late at night, you'd get those genre specific programs that they didn't air during the day. Now we get SYTYCD, and ABDC, along with Paris Hilton's British Best Friend, and other craptactular programming. I don't think The Punk is even on saturday night's anymore. I found some really good bands on that show, and now I when I flip to much at Midnight it's either, Meet The Barker's or T.I's Road to redemption. I don't care that your going to jail, but do you really have to get those last 15 minute's of fame before you go off to prison for a year? Wait, I shouldn't say that, I will Admit that T.I is a pretty decent artist, but his show is just so set by the standards of MTV that there really isn't anything I haven't seen before. Much had their own show like this a few years back, except it wasn't headed by anyone famous, and all they did was exploit kids who have had a loss in their life or are losing someone close to them in the next 5 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, I kind of had a spur of the moment anger fit with Muchmusic. It happens a little to often. Anyways, I'll say it again, do we really need an awards show that only praises those are repeat the same process every album? Do we need a show that has no idea what the meaning of the word "New" is? Because last time I checked, The Stills had two other albums under their belts, and to me when they finally get noticed by the mainstream and are being classified as new, it doesn't give me a lot of hope for the music's future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the link to Matt Good's post about that state of music. If canadian music is something you take pride in, I'd suggest reading it. &lt;a href="http://www.matthewgood.org/2009/03/say-hello-to-the-bad-guy/"&gt;http://www.matthewgood.org/2009/03/say-hello-to-the-bad-guy/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-8906921934351402181?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/8906921934351402181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=8906921934351402181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/8906921934351402181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/8906921934351402181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/03/juno-awards-and-why-nickelback-didnt.html' title='Juno Awards And Why Nickelback Didn&apos;t Deserve To Win A Single Award'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-1498539376352141012</id><published>2009-03-15T22:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:13:15.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Come On Take It All Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="507" height="346" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a5ae4db92fa86c9a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da5ae4db92fa86c9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204312%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EE93D2DC50705B11BA4E69A049FAA5ED35413C4.9176596432958FF00A98133B5D7DA597C6148CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da5ae4db92fa86c9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D69tC2rCYvSl4wKrxa8BtF3pwdL8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="507" height="346" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da5ae4db92fa86c9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330204312%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EE93D2DC50705B11BA4E69A049FAA5ED35413C4.9176596432958FF00A98133B5D7DA597C6148CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da5ae4db92fa86c9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D69tC2rCYvSl4wKrxa8BtF3pwdL8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been looking for this song for a long time. Now I can dance to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-1498539376352141012?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a5ae4db92fa86c9a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/1498539376352141012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=1498539376352141012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1498539376352141012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1498539376352141012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-come-on-take-it-all-off.html' title='Baby Come On Take It All Off'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-7726468214946530143</id><published>2009-03-10T00:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:37:13.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Max McKay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maxwell McKay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ch 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a young man's life, there are defining moments that pave his path to adulthood. The first, is his first kiss. Imagine if you will, a young man out on a date with the girl he admires so very much. He walks her up to her front step and she says the classic "I had a really nice time tonight" and he nods his head in agreement, palms sweaty as he rubs them against his jeans, trying to overcome his fear of the next few seconds. His mind his racing as he feels his body begin to move, yet he doesn't remember telling it to. Slowly, he reaches her lips and presses them against his, thus completing his first step into manhood.  This was not the case for Max McKay. In fact, it had been quite the opposite for him. His first date had gone as well as one could expect it to, but when he tried to do this, his lady friend proceeded to go inside her house, and slam the door right on those puckered up lips. Yes, Max McKay was left high and dry with his lips, pulsing in pain.  Oh, when I said slammed the door in his face, I mean literally slammed it in his face. It's a wonder nothing else got damaged, because in this writers opinion, that's all he has going for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another stepping stone in a young man's life, is the first time he decides to drink. He's out with the boys, maybe a group of girls as well, having some fun, when...let's call him Timmy for intentive purposes, decides to pull out a bottle of rum or vodka, that he snuck out of his dad's cabinet and pass it around. Oh when that first drop of alcohol hit's that boy's mouth, he's hooked for the next 10-15 years, or at least until he get's married. That is if his wife isn't a male version of him, then all bets are off. This did not happen for Max Mckay. No, poor Max had a different tale of his first drink. Being the most daring out of his group of friends, it was Max who brought the booze, and it was Max who ended up drinking the most. His friends, unlike him, were able to control themselves, and had only a few sips of the drink they were offered. Max on the other hand decided that in order to liven things up, he would drink the whole bottle of vodka and see what would happen. If you use your imagination i'm sure you can figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Max ended up passing out on his friend Matthew's couch, only to awaken 20 minutes later and throw up on Matthew's carpet. Luckily, Matthew was home alone for a few days and figured out how to clean it before his parents ever found out. The third instance is probably the most obvious one, being the first time a man makes love. I won't go into details about this experience, as I've got more respect for myself and for anyone else out there who feel's awkward when reading about this topic. However, I will tell you about Max McKay's first time. As you probably guessed, it didn't happen in the regular perimeters of life. This is not to say that his first time wasn't memorable, but not so much in a good way. Max was at a party with his friends, having some drinks, letting themselves become intoxicated in the night, when he notices a girl from across the room. He quickly goes over and makes small talk for a few minutes, until she takes his hand and leads upstairs. She's goes into an empty room and tells him to wait before he comes in. Patiently, he did so, and before he knew it, her voice beckoned for him. He slowly reached for the door handle and walked in. Now, i'm going to let you assume that this ended badly for Max, as most events usually do. This was probably the worst of them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When Max opened the door, he saw two big, bruting guys standing there, cracking their knuckles. Two black eyes, a broken rip, and a sprained ankle later, Max wound up in a hospital, having his clothes taken from him, as well as his Wallet, his phone and his car keys. Life for Max McKay, was anything but ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is his story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is going to be good. I can feel it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-7726468214946530143?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/7726468214946530143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=7726468214946530143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7726468214946530143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7726468214946530143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/03/max-mckay.html' title='Max McKay'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-6761560323517959026</id><published>2009-03-07T18:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:45:45.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>U2 Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIrPDV05SXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIrPDV05SXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn! I knew my video's weren't getting to youtube for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-6761560323517959026?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/6761560323517959026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=6761560323517959026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6761560323517959026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6761560323517959026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/03/u2-top-ten.html' title='U2 Top Ten'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-7941959889250996582</id><published>2009-03-05T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:19:55.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Lockdown?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BAM! I so nailed the title on this one. I've been pondering this one for a few days now, letting my thoughts stew and I think i've come to a conclusion...Reality Bites..Hard. Okay, let me explain where this is coming from. First, it's not about me, big shocker, but instead about this lovley television show called the bachelor. As I'm sure 9/10 of you know, that a few days ago, Mr. Perfect bachelor, who is apparently the most gorgeous thing on earth yet had to resort to reality tv to find a wife, made his selection thus ending the season. Now usually, the two would get married a few months later and then divorce after 3 months of marriage, leaving the guy heartbroken once more and the girl richer then before. Well this time around we got something so stupid and pathetic that even i'm slightly disgusted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture this...the guy proposed to his new found "Love" if that's what we're calling it, and of course she said yes. Whoo! All hands on deck right? Wrong! No, this guy was really stupid in his selection, or at least that's what he's leading me to believe. 6 weeks after the proposal, he decides that "Damn, this bitch is cramping my style. Maybe that girl I dumped will still have me. I mean, the sex was alright, and she was pretty hot. Alright, i'll call her up and make up some cock and bull story about how I made a mistake and that she's really the one for me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's chat for a moment. *pulls out a chair and sits on it backwards, because that's how the cool kids do it". In real life, things don't just happen like that. No, we go through this thing called love and either we end up with that person for a long time, or we break it off and wind up in a morbid state of depression until we realize that there's more than one love in our life. Jay Brock once asked me if I believed in true love and if I thought there was a one and only person out there for me. Naturally, or at least my version of natural, I said yeah, there's only one person out there for me and if I find them, i'll do my best to make them happy. Well to Jay, this couldn't have been further from the truth. He gave me an example of him and his then fiance Michelle, now wife. He said, if Michelle was to die a day after our wedding in some bizarre accident, I would probably be really sad. But, I know that she would want me to move on and find someone new. She wouldn't want me to waste my time thinking that she is the only women out there for me. If she died, I'd be sad, but i'd know that there's someone else out there. Don't waste your time believing that there's only one person in the world for you. You could end up lonely for a long time. It's not what God wants for you, but he'll do it if he deems it necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so the last part in that is a little religious, but Jay is one of the most religious people I know.  Anyway, the point i'm trying to make is that Love isn't something we should be taking for granted. Just think of that poor women who's now left with a broken heart and nothing but a brieft stint on televion to show for it. Wait, I'm being told that it's most likely that she'll become the......THE BACHELORETTE! Oh come on, like it's not going to happen? Prove me wrong world, prove me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-7941959889250996582?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/7941959889250996582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=7941959889250996582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7941959889250996582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7941959889250996582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-lockdown.html' title='Love Lockdown?'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-532562902242920701</id><published>2009-03-03T21:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:48:00.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristina Graham is Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was written well over a year ago. It's pretty much about me and Kristina being hyper, so let's see if she remembers it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before we begin, i'm going to make this clear to everyone. Kristina Graham is possibly the funniest/greatest person I know!! For around 30 minutes now we've been discussing a few things pertaining to my last post. At first it started with her being a good friend and promising me that we'd still see each other next year when she starts university and I stay back for another year of highschool. It really made my night! Then it kind of moved into what must be the funniest conversation i've ever had on msn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So at first she promised that I would be in her wedding party with me saying that she could also be in mine, when I found a wife. Here's where it gets funny, or to me and her anyways. Kristina said would find me a wife, to which I assumed now grow on trees. But the catch for this wife is that she must participate in a series of challenges that will test her mentally and physically. Well didn't I just have the greatest idea to make it into a reality tv show, since fox would probably pick it up, and make millions off it! Not only would they pay for my wedding but i'd be filthy rich. Of course i'd split the riches with Kristina since it was her idea. So our idea for the show is that it will take bits and pieces from reality shows already in existence. Here's what I thought up as challenges for each show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Survivor - Contestants will spend 2 months living in the Ancaster outback or downtown Hamilton, whichever seems worse, and go through a series of challenges including:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  Kristina and me were talking and she said i needed a new blog. So here's an unfinished one that I wrote well over a year ago. Let's see if she remembers it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-532562902242920701?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/532562902242920701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=532562902242920701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/532562902242920701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/532562902242920701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/03/kristina-graham-is-awesome.html' title='Kristina Graham is Awesome!'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5725607340683850020</id><published>2009-02-17T23:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:44:16.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of All The People I Could Have Seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday February 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's what went down. Most of you know that in past blogs i've talked about my friend Nick. The dude is like one of the most popular guys I know and has the social life I kind of always wanted. Plus, his girlfriend Emily is one of the most beautiful girls i've ever met, and she's a big flirt (not with me, but i'll explain why in a bit). Anyways, me and Nick barely have time to see one another anymore. He's got Emily and his Buddy Cale to keep him company, but from time to time it's nice to hang out and remember that he's got me around as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, on this past sunday my family had the privledge of going to Nick's mother's second wedding. Her first marriage ended a few years back and since then she's been dating this great guy named Jim. They finally tied the knot on sunday and I couldn't be happier for them. But for me, the wedding wasn't all that important. Sure, I love Kim, she's a great mom and she's done tons for me and Nick over the years. Seeing Nick again is what made the wedding what it was. We talked every few minutes, but we kept it short since he was in the wedding party and was with them most of the time. His friend Cale was there with his girlfriend, Nicole, and of course Emily was there for Nick. Now, I don't really know these people...like at all. I've met Cale a few times over the years, but Nick and him are much better friends than I've given them credit for. It kind of makes sense since they work together, go to school together and get shitfaced together. Yes, Nick drinks, and if the day ever comes that I stop being a pansy and decide to live, meaning drink, i'd probably have my first one when I'm chilling with Nick. Nothing against my other friends, but Giacomo and Felicia don't drink, Kristina...well I would, but I guess i'm more comfortable drinking with Nick. Anyways, me and my sister, Hilary were sitting at the teen tabe, consisting of Nick's friends, his younger sister Katie's boyfriend and two best friends, and some girls from his mom's work. Now, if you know me, i'm not much on conversation. Years of being a loner have made it hard for me to converse without trying to act like someone different. Hey, you gotta impress the people, and J-moose doesn't cut it with this crowd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I get off topic very easily, don't I? I tried to converse with Nick's friends, but really I found myself being more indulged to talk with Emily. It's not that we spoke that much, but that girl is something different. She's like a Kristina mixed with a little bit with Felicia's kindness (Not saying that your not kind Kristina, but you know as well as I do, Felicia is something different), and then all of the party girls from my graduating class. So you can imagine what a girl like that is. This girl is an "Enabler". Enabler meaning, she drinks and wants others to drink with her.  She got Katie's boyfriend, (two years younger then her) to have a few glasses of lord knows what, which in hindsight probably wasn't a good move, but hey, she's dating Nick so i'd expect nothing less. Every free moment Nick got to come to our table, she would offer him some of whatever she was drinking and then get more. Since she's underage till september, as were Nick, Cale and Nicole, I ended up being the one to get them drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm 19 now, incase most of you don't know. Feb 6th for future reference. I probably got her and Nick a handful of drinks, but not that much. She knows how to pace herself, so she didn't get drunk or even giddy. Then again, i'm not around drunk people much, so I don't know what it would be like. At this point in the wedding reception, the music was blaring and people were staring to dance. As you all know, or maybe you don't, I'm single and damn proud of it, so of course I didn't have a date or anyone to dance with. Here's the kicker...to a girl like Emily, that's not an excuse. She dragged me off my seat and pulled me onto the dance floor. I was pretty sure that it might have been Nick who told her to do so, but then again, this girl isn't like most other people (In a good way that is. If you ever read this Nick, you know i'd never bad mouth her) so she might have done it of her own accord. Now, you might be asking, what about your sister J-moose? Well, unfortunately for Nick, he had the dishonour of dancing with her. I wanted to laugh at them, but since I was dancing with Emily, she made it a competition to prove we were better than them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, by this point if you haven't gotten an image of what Emily is like, then I'd say your pretty stupid. If you have, then you'll assume she's one of those camera loving girls, who have to have photo with almost everyone.  Well, much to my discontent, I actually got in on some of these..although they looked hideous..even she told me that in one of them I looked a little awkward. Not that it matters much to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all, I had fun..Probably the most i've had in some time, or at least since the last time I went out with Kristina and Eric...just seeing Kristina is one of the many highlights of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Nick both agreed to make a conscious effort to try and see one another a bit more, since we enjoy talking and playing guitar together (He does most the playing, while I attempt to sing) In fact, the last time we hung out we made a cd for Emily, something he did with a bunch of his friends, for their anniversary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, it's late and i'm tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so farewell for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5725607340683850020?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5725607340683850020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5725607340683850020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5725607340683850020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5725607340683850020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-all-people-i-could-have-seen.html' title='Of All The People I Could Have Seen'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-9660315054945884</id><published>2009-02-10T23:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:08:46.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friendships Still Get Me Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once Upon The Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give in now, they've called you up. The winners over there, stand by others, pair in pair. Up again, down again, the wall's are all around again, now it's a show, we're so glad you know. State your name, be calm outside, your dead inside, it's piercing light. Fools around, they laugh at you, it's crazy what you'll try to do. Fit into their little minds, making sure your on their time. All around you'll hear them, we're gonna give you up one day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day, you'll hate what they have done, but it's now or never. From tomorrow and on, these friends you once had, won't matter. Up again, down again, over my head, it's so fucking stupid, to hear what they've said. Up again, down again, that's what they said, now stand up be proud, don't wish they were dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-9660315054945884?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/9660315054945884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=9660315054945884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/9660315054945884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/9660315054945884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-friendships-still-get-me-down.html' title='Old Friendships Still Get Me Down'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-3662191799830014718</id><published>2009-01-30T01:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:39:12.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAH</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lil wayne has just lost all credibility. Never ever let a rap artist try to write a rock song. It sounds awful and should never have been created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-3662191799830014718?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/3662191799830014718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=3662191799830014718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/3662191799830014718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/3662191799830014718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/01/hahahahahah.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAH'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-719148016883292049</id><published>2009-01-28T02:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:48:13.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Words of Prozzak "Sucks To Be You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll make this clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1)Those of you who went to basshunter tonight, I laugh at your misfortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2)The only good techno is Daft Punk, LCD soundsystem, and Leftfield. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Those of you complaining about basshunter and how it sucked and how you want your money back, suck it up. You paid for a concert that was at a small venue and was completely oversold. No, you wouldn't have known, but if Iwas you, I would just cut my losses and stop bitching. I'm sure you got drunk before it anyways, so i'm sure some good came out of it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Those of you kiced out for being drunk, good riddance. I don't drink, but I don't have a problem with those of you who do. None the less, if your going to get smashed and then expect to get into a concert where security is going to be a bitch, just stay home, wait for a better concert where the security doesn't give a shit (almost any underground band)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-719148016883292049?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/719148016883292049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=719148016883292049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/719148016883292049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/719148016883292049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-words-of-prozzak-sucks-to-be-you.html' title='In The Words of Prozzak &quot;Sucks To Be You&quot;'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5321138568247392540</id><published>2009-01-22T14:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:02:44.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/8005"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.traileraddict.com/emd/8005" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="450" height="374" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just so we're all on the same page....FUCK YOU CHELIOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5321138568247392540?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5321138568247392540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5321138568247392540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5321138568247392540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5321138568247392540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/01/2.html' title='2?'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-9156717483232295475</id><published>2009-01-14T23:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:43:50.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel A Million Miles Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"One foot in front of the other. One foot back to counter it" - Matthew Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the school year comes to a close on semester one and the new year only just beginning, it seems as though a wave of depression and sadness have struck a chord with the people I call friends. Although in Kristina's case she's just sick, so she doesn't count in this...sorry, you know I love you to pieces. In fact, with what she just told me tonight, I can only assume she's beyond happy, or at least she was a little while back. I'm not going to explain what she's happy about, but i'm happy for her, so that's all that matters. Moving on to more pressing matters. One of the most tragic things happened a week ago. My two best friends, Giacomo and Felicia, split after 2 and half years of dating. Yeah, long time, I know. It's tragic. I found out through facebook, like 3/4 of the info I get now, and was somewhat distraught over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To me, their love seemed to be the best kind. It was a strong relationship, but somewhere along the line it faltered. I'm not going to say what happened. It's no one's business but theirs and the people they choose to tell. I love them both greatly and I feel their pain. I've gone through it before. Not so much in the same way, but it's the same general idea. I hate going into detail about the past, so let's not get into something that happened almost 3 years ago. Moving along.....I think it's time I did a music blog. I haven't done one in God knows how long. So.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-MOOSE'S ALBUM/SINGLE'S TEARING IT UP IN 09!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHOOOT! Okay, no more gimmick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Ulysses - Franz Ferdinand, Album: Tonight : Franz Ferdinand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The boys of franz ferdinand are back after a 3 year waiting period from their last album. It's hard to say that this is the same Franz we remember, but it is. The song is a little darker, and has much more mature sound to it. Besides the regular 4 instruments, the song makes great use of the keyboard, especially during the pre-chorus, right when Alex says "Let's get high" for the first time during the first verse, that keyboard/synth comes in and owns it, letting us know that something is coming. Great song, and I can't wait for the album. A few magazines have already had the chance to hear and it's been warmly recieved for the most part with a few nay-sayers here and there. It happens though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Get Your Boots On - U2. Album : No Line On The Horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm somewhat disappointed that this track hasn't been released yet. Although it's been confirmed as the first single, the band's choosen to premier at some show on the 18th of february. Bull crap! I want my new U2 now! Damn Bono, always trying to ruin it for the fans. And you call yourself a good samaritan...for shame. *tear*&lt;/span&gt; **UPDATE**&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sorry, the new single will premier this monday and will be heard on the dean blundell show on 102.1 the edge. No exact time yet, but monday morning for sure.&lt;/span&gt; **Update 2** &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've just heard a 20 second preview of "Get On Your Boots". It's different for sure, but definitely U2. It's experimental with a hint of the regular U2 formula. Can't wait to hear more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. U.S.S (Ubiquitious Synergy Seeker).Album : TBA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this band. I bought their 7 track ep and I think it's pretty awesome. They've been working on a full length disk for a little while now, so i'm assuming we can see this album sometime in april or may. It may be a while, but it'll be worth it.&lt;/span&gt; *update** &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New single premiered friday night on 102.1 the edge. It's called "Laces out". The album is called "Einsteins of Consciousness" and will be out sometime in march. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Billy Talent - Album: TBA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm having trouble understanding what B.T is doing. Maybe you guys can explain this to me. They released a new song in September. Yeah, september, 5 months ago! Almost half a year. WTF? Where the hell is the new album? I'm getting annonyed now. According to sources, the band entered into the studio in November to record new songs. Then what might I ask, was the point of releasing the single in september if you don't even have the album done yet?! It's mind boggling. Anyways, this one's going to be dropping in march, like U2's new album, so i'm assuming it's going to be overlooked by the world and only listened to in Canada. Damn Bono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Matthew Good - Album: Vancouver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The follow up to 07's hospital music is finally moving into full swing. Good's in the studio as we speak, recording up a storm of new tracks. Unlike his fellow Canadians in B.T, Good released his new material over his site, and made it clear that these songs are demo's. In fact, almost every song from the new album was put up on matthewgood.org at one point or another. Of course if you missed the day they were posted, you had to rely on the good nature of others and hope you can find a torrent of these new songs (I was so happy when I did). Anyways, if the demo's are any indication of what's to come, i'm excited. The piano driven track "Last Parade" is my favourite at the moment, with "The Vancouver National Anthem" trailing close behind. The release on this one's still up in the air, as he only entered the studio last week, so i'm thinking a mid april or early may release. June at the latest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's it for now. If you guys have any music that your digging, post it i'll try to talk about it a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-9156717483232295475?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/9156717483232295475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=9156717483232295475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/9156717483232295475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/9156717483232295475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-million-miles-away.html' title='I Feel A Million Miles Away'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-295618579843228974</id><published>2009-01-05T22:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:31:59.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lift Off</title><content type='html'>We Have MUSIC!!!  About time eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-295618579843228974?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/295618579843228974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=295618579843228974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/295618579843228974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/295618579843228974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/01/lift-off.html' title='Lift Off'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-6711717361456967543</id><published>2009-01-04T23:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:07:39.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watchmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am the hero, waiting to save them, giving them hope and trust. I am the victim, living off fear, cowering sickness. I wait for nothing, going in circles, playing the hero, saving the victim. I am the aftershock, caused by the hero, the hero's good actions, the victims bad fortune. They play the game, saving the world, knowing no others, owing them nothing, it's our time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I AM THE WATCHMEN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giving my life to them, never looking back, don't question what I am. I feel no pain, I gain what you give, my city must live, now try and stop me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am the villain, giving you purpose, making you worth something, i'm the reason you. You'll never catch me, i'm just a clown and i'll always win. Death is my partner, sin's all I see. I'll kill that hero, he must not live.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I AM THE NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ALWAYS WIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody dies and it's not a sin. I'll play my game, and make my point to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-6711717361456967543?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/6711717361456967543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=6711717361456967543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6711717361456967543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6711717361456967543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/01/watchmen.html' title='Watchmen'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-3923369913743403577</id><published>2009-01-03T23:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:40:49.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH! The Boss Is Coming. You Better Look Busy, They're Not Paying You For Nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh...Hello there. Yes, it's been ages, but none the less, i've been told that I need to write more here. Plus, enough has transpired that I can actually write on here again, and have a decent amount of things to say. First off, Happy 09 and Merry....whatever you celebrate. Yeah, christmas isn't the only holiday out there, so i'm being considerate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what's new you with J-moose you might ask? Well...not a whole lot, but there are a few things to discuss. "Let's wind the clocks back. A year ago these cops and lawyers wouldn't dare cross you. I mean, what happened? Did your balls drop off?" - Joker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry I couldn't resist.  I've probably watched that movie about 9 times since I got it on blue ray, and then a half today at work since I have a digital copy. Anyways, i've been asked to come back for a second co-op. Technically I asked, but still it's a second co-op to learn even more stuff about tv. I'm going to be in charge of the other co-ops and i'll be directing every show.  Plus, I have to go out to at least 5 city council meetings and do at least one AHL game. The ahl game might be harder to do since it's a friday night and I have to work fridays. Even if I get it off, i'd have to make sure I wasn't opening on the saturday. By the way, Wal-Mart finally realised that opening at 6am was a huge mistake. Now we're open at 7am. I'm waiting for the day that they go back to 8 am and  I can start wearing my regular clothes again. That was a good summer, which got ruined by a simple change of state. State being Old Wal-mart to Super centre. Also, if I haven't mentioned already in a previous post. I'm in Electronics now. I was super stoked to get in there, even with my availabilities. Can't do Mon-Thurs due to co-op, which is technically a second job now, but more fun than wally world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so Electronics was fun when I started. I had Taylor, Omar, Shelby and....well that was about it, but they were good people. Shelby even vouched for me to get into the department, which i'm sure she regrets now since...long story short, I said something to one of the associates in connection centre and asked if Peter, Shelby's boyfriend and the other Connection Centre associate, had gone on break. Of course the response was yes. Now this wouldn't be an issue if Shelby hadn't decided to go with him, leaving me to work by myself in a department with tons of customers. It got busy as soon as she left. Our other associate was on lunch, so Shelby knew she shouldn't have gone for break, since she knows there has to be two of us on the floor at all times. Anyways, when they got back 15 minutes later, the other connections associate pulled shelby aside and had a chat with her. I'm assuming it was about going for break with Peter, but I don't know for sure, but for the rest of the night she was giving me the cold shoulder, so I can only assume. Even since then we've not gotten along as well. Especially when I wasn't too warm towards one of our new associates. I made it clear I wasn't fond of her, and Shelby was, so naturally we butted heads at least once. Now I just keep my mouth shut about it, even she asked me last night why I don't like this associate and that they're so nice. I just didn't like this person. Easy as that. I know another associate who didn't either, but i'm pretty sure he kept his mouth shut around Shelby. Not to say that Shelby's mean or rude. In fact I owe for getting me in Electronics. It's just that lately, she's been..different. I've got nothing against her, honest, but I just wish it wasn't so tense. And it's not just me and her, oh no, i'm pretty sure everyone in the department has issues with at least one person. Excluding B-Love. He's too quiet and nice to actually say anything rude about anyone. Omar has been really pissed with one of the older ladies in our department. It was so bad they had a bit of a yelling match last weekend. Then she had the nerve to go talk to other associates and say that he was saying all these bad things about her, when in reality she was shit about him. He wouldn't stoop that low. Never. He's got to much repsect for himself to go down to that level of childishness. Even I don't like this person. She steals customers from me all the time. If I say we don't have something, she immeadiately pipes up and says "Wait, I might have seen that over here last week". So she drags the customers to the back wall to find an item that we don't have. Or I'll be talking to a customer about a game and they'll ask my opinion on it. And as soon as I go to open my mouth, "Oh my sons got that game, he loves it. It's so good for him". Well thanks, but they weren't asking you, they asked me. Some people aren't happy unless they're being heard. It's unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sigh of relief* Boy am I glad to vent that out.  I think thats good for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See Kristina, I still write here when the mood strikes me. Oh, here's a vid for you guys to enjoy. It's a song from a video game "Little Big Planet" but it's so catchy that i've grown to love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ScnxAkpbnc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ScnxAkpbnc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Patch - Jim Noir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-3923369913743403577?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/3923369913743403577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=3923369913743403577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/3923369913743403577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/3923369913743403577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-boss-is-coming-you-better-look-busy.html' title='OH! The Boss Is Coming. You Better Look Busy, They&apos;re Not Paying You For Nothing.'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-2806605900917862203</id><published>2008-12-09T13:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:16:32.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink-182 Are Still The Greatest Band Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4tgPhdGPaZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4tgPhdGPaZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-2806605900917862203?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/2806605900917862203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=2806605900917862203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/2806605900917862203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/2806605900917862203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/12/blink-182-are-still-greatest-band.html' title='Blink-182 Are Still The Greatest Band Around'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-6701439778999303891</id><published>2008-11-22T01:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:52:28.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerodynamic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scratch that last post. I might as well write, now that i'm here. First off, it's been almost a month since my last post, so the first question is....how are you people? I know I have a small amount of people who look at this, so I ask purely to show that I do care in my own way......Wow does that ever sound cheesy. No, I don't really care, but it's good to ask. Anyways, the last month has been...boring. I've seen Giacomo/Felicia once,  due to scheduling conflicts I had to cancel on them at the last moment a few weeks back, due to co-op commitments. Co-op's been pretty fun. I generally like most of the people there, but one of the co-ops just gets on my nerves so badly, and when people get on my nerves on a constant basis, I tend to be a jerk or overly rude to them almost everytime we talk. Let's put it this way, me and her will never be friends. ..Ever! But in all honesty, she's been there as long as I have and she still can't set up the studio properly, while me and the other co-op can do it by ourselves. Two weeks ago she got there an hour before me and began setting everything up for that nights show. When I arrived she said that everything was done, so I didn't go bother to go look, I just went and started doing the graphics for that evening. Ten minutes later, our techincal director, Dave, came in and asked if everything was done, to which she told him, "Yep, it's all done". Now, not only did Dave begin listing off all the things that needed to be done still, it made me look bad for not doing any of it. Then again, I was told it was done, so I didn't bother to look, nor did I think that I would have to make sure she did it all. So me and the other co-op went into the studio and began finishing all the things that needed to get done. I decided to just go about my work and not say anything, which annonyed her, causing her to say "So your just gonna ignore me?" First thoughts after hearing that.. A)Shut the hell up.. B)You haven' said anything in 5 minutes, and i'm not a conversationalist so don't get pissed when neither of us are talking and then tell me i'm ignoring you... C)Shut the hell up. Then when I did respond by saying, "No, but what am I supposed to say. You said you did everything so I started doing graphics". Her response "Well, you should have looked over everything and made sure I did it all"...Fuck no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not a babysitter. I gave that profession up to work at wal-mart, which is not much better, but none the less. She's been there as long as I have and learned how to do everything. I've set up by myself before, the other guy co-op has set up by himself before. She is the only one who still screws up while doing it, and on top of that blames me for not looking over everything.  I understand that she can't move the plasma tv by herself, but she didn't even tell me that it needed to be moved, so I didn't know that still had to be done.  Now here's the best part. This past thursday, me, her, and the other guy co-op were having dinner in the break room, and watching tv. Dave comes in and says the studio still needs stuff done and that we shouldn't have started eating before the studio was set up. Now, this time, me and her set up so we're both at blame for this one. Really, only the plasma screen needed to be moved, so me and the guy co-op went and did it quickly. When we went back to the lounge we were all talking and I said something about us having to finish set up before eating. My mind's a little hazy at this part, but I know I said something about her telling me I need to make sure she's done everything right, causing her to get angry and completely deny ever saying that. I kind of just tuned her out as she was got angrier with me, as I didn't want to say something i'd regret. She stormed off to the control room and stayed there until me and the other co-op came in. She then moved to apologize to me, but saying that I annoy her greatly and that I don't realize how rudely I treat her and how much of a jerk I am. Now, correct me if i'm wrong, but apologies come with "I'm sorry", somewhere in them, not reminding me of how rude I am. I told her i'm like that to most people, which is somewhat true, but most people and me work past that and eventually become friends, and they accept that i'm weird, rude and off my rocker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhow, i'm really not to fond of the days when she and I have to work together, because it's awkward and if I say anything, it's considered rude. Other then her, i'm diggin the co-op very much. It's fun, and it's exactly the experience I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm heading off to bed since i'm tired and have nothing else to say, but if I remember correctly, this blog is now 1 year old, so happy one year to me! I'll do another post soon about the past year, but until then, be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-6701439778999303891?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/6701439778999303891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=6701439778999303891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6701439778999303891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6701439778999303891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/11/aerodynamic.html' title='Aerodynamic'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5559848410589825948</id><published>2008-11-22T01:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:22:13.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive....Possibly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For now, we shall have to wait to see if J-moose still has it in him to write again. I apologize to anyone coming here, but my mind and me have parted ways. I still get ideas, but I never seem to write them out or do anything with them. But, i'm alive and kicking, so keep a look out for something new in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5559848410589825948?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5559848410589825948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5559848410589825948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5559848410589825948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5559848410589825948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/11/alivepossibly.html' title='Alive....Possibly'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-1558720018567906479</id><published>2008-10-29T21:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:45:48.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex On Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Txc-Tg1tQi8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Txc-Tg1tQi8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-1558720018567906479?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/1558720018567906479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=1558720018567906479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1558720018567906479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1558720018567906479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/10/sex-on-fire.html' title='Sex On Fire'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4700577625061825392</id><published>2008-10-29T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:30:59.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back Old Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome Back Old Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember a person, quite like me. Someone who couldn't embrace, who they were meant to be. They took their time and went away, knowing that their heart wouldn't change. I wouldn't wait for a cold day again, when we sat out in the winters den. I pose a question, you give an answer, it's nice to see your still the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome back old friend,  it's nice to know you yet again. My face has changed and my sight is blurred, but to me your still the same. To me it's all the same.  And I will run outside again, will you be joining me? My old friend is running home again, but only going to be alone. It's all the same, no matter where they go, happiness will always fade away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4700577625061825392?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4700577625061825392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4700577625061825392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4700577625061825392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4700577625061825392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-back-old-friend.html' title='Welcome Back Old Friend'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-6178994993461243207</id><published>2008-10-15T13:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:29:09.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>W.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CNj2yOKeKSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CNj2yOKeKSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LMAO wow, I definitely think this is a shoe in for comedy of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-6178994993461243207?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/6178994993461243207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=6178994993461243207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6178994993461243207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6178994993461243207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/10/w.html' title='W.'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-3457091202944320478</id><published>2008-10-06T22:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:04:26.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Till Now I Danced In Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something just came into my mind, that I thought would be interesting to discuss. I'm going to make the assumption that all of you have a daily routine. Now if your anything like me, you get up around 6:50, or possibly earlier, to the sounds of an annonying alarm or your favourite radio station. Personally, I wake up to my ipod every morning. Each day I wake up to the same song, mainly because it's my all-time favourite, but tomorrow i'm thinking otherwise. You see, the song I wake up to is a very sad song. It talks about what it would be like if one day you turned your head and everything was gone, or if your gone would everyone care? It's one of those songs that makes you be happy with what you've got, even if it's very depressing. Back to the point, the way I see it is that maybe if I changed my wake up song, maybe it could change the outline of my day. Problem being is, that all my slow and soft songs make me cringe in the mornings. The reason i've held onto my favourite one for so long, is because it keeps me in check (Not mentally crazy if your just reading for the first time), keep my perspective on life in check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tomorrow i'm going to wake up to something different. Maybe it'll change how my day plays out. Maybe it will change my outlook on something. Maybe i'll listen to a line that I never bothered with before, that could ultimately give me a new perspective on life. I'll post tomorrow, hopefully, and let you all know what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ambition's a tricky thing. It's like riding a unicycle over a dental floss tightrope, over a wilderness of razorblades - Matthew Good - 21st Century Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-3457091202944320478?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/3457091202944320478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=3457091202944320478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/3457091202944320478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/3457091202944320478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/10/till-now-i-danced-in-fear.html' title='Till Now I Danced In Fear'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4182637194473827912</id><published>2008-10-01T23:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:47:16.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Troublemaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna make this short but simple. Listen to me when I say this. Yes, sometimes I get bummed out that i'm not out on friday or saturday nights partying it up with people, getting drunk off my arse (not so much that part). And yes, I get bummed out that i'm not out on a date with some girl on friday or saturday night. Let me tell you something though. I honestly don't care. My mother and I had a brief chat about my social life before she trotted off to bed, and it bugs her that i'm not doing either of these things. She said that she would be out with her boyfriend on friday nights or out with her friends doing whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's get something straight. I am not, will not, and will hopefully never be my mother. Don't get me wrong, I love her to pieces and we're more alike than anyone else in my family, but hear me when I say this, I will never be like her, nor do I want to be. Not that there's anything wrong with her or being her, but i'd rather be myself than have to evolve into the person who's given me punishments for 18 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are days when I wish I was someone else. Days when I really want to be one of those jerks you see getting drunk at the college party in movies. Then I think to myself, why the hell would I ever want that life? It's not glamorous, the thrills are cheap, and the excitment lasts for two hours, followed by a wake up call in some random place in who knows where, with no memorie of the past night. Appealing on the outside, but truly a misconception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4182637194473827912?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4182637194473827912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4182637194473827912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4182637194473827912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4182637194473827912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-troublemaker.html' title='I&apos;m A Troublemaker'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5651993629411338454</id><published>2008-09-22T23:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:48:27.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Like A Clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, I didn't drop off the face of the earth, just lost a little faith in what I was writing. The last few post have just been vids with a little blurb underneath them, and I do apologize for that. However, there's no reason why I can't come up with a perfectly decent blog. A fair few things have  happened in the last little while, but i'm gonna keep this short since it would probably take to long to write everything, and you know me, i'm not much for a long-winded tale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First, I finally got out of sporting goods, and am now an offical electronics associate. I kind of wish i'd transferred a little earlier though, since now all the people I enjoyed working with in there have gone off to university. Taylor, Omar and Shelby are still there, so thats one bright spot, but i'm not really that big on our new people. One of thems a friend of Shelby's so I'm choosing not to say anything about him, but from what i've seen, although I hate to base an opinion on straight opinion, he's your average go out and get drunk/stoned friday and saturday night kind of guy. The other ones are decent, but none of them will ever live up to Paul and J-Rod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've also begun my co-op at cable 14 in hamilton. I'm enjoying it thus far, but it gets really repetitive really quickly. In fact all we do after we've set up the camera's and mics, is sit around and wait for the show to start. We did bingo tonight, so I was kept on my toes since I do graphics for it. Graphics for this show is, highlighting the numbers before the host calls them out, and then typing them in the top right corner so that when it's called out, I push enter and it appears on screen. I know, it's a little weird to explain on here, but if you ever watch tv bingo, you'll see what I mean. It requires my full attention since I have to have the number highlighted and written before its called so that when the host says it, I put up it quickly and move to the next number. The best part about this place is that on alternating wednesdays they don't have a show, so more often then not, I won't be needed, meaning I finish my school day at 9:35!!! Pretty sweet huh? Also, I don't go on fridays since there's never a show, and my producer and director don't work, which is good for me, since if I wanted to keep my job at wal-mart, I needed to work at least 3 days a week. So yes, sometimes I have a 3 day school week. As fun as it sounds, I kind of wish I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being home during the day kind of sucks. There's nothing to do, no one is ever on msn or facebook, although its not as if I talk to people when they are online, then again, most people don't talk to me. In fact, I wanted to, I could probably get rid of 96% of the people on my msn list, since i'm never going to talk to them...ever. For example, out of the people from my graduating class at BT, I can actually count on one hand who I still talk to, be it on msn or in person. Although, I only talk to one over msn, since the others grew out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh....I'm lonely. I just wish I hadn't fucked around with my school work last year. Maybe then I'd be somewhere far away from here, not writing about how bored I am....no wait, I probably would be, since I have no social skills, I wouldn't make new friends, thus condeming me to a life of solitude.....elementary school all over again. I know, your probably thinking, wow this kid is really lame. He complains about everything and has no reason to. You have me there. I think it's sad that I can admit to my own problems, but never fix them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And he laughed like a clown, at something that wasn't funny, but in his mind, it made the world seem a little brighter, if not happier for a brief moment in his bleak but acceptable life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5651993629411338454?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5651993629411338454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5651993629411338454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5651993629411338454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5651993629411338454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/09/laugh-like-clown.html' title='Laugh Like A Clown'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-1583655750542355344</id><published>2008-09-14T22:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:55:05.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PICCOLO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SM3MdD19XFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9Fu6i1m0cno/s1600-h/db-trailer-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246073940576394322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SM3MdD19XFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9Fu6i1m0cno/s320/db-trailer-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A shiny silver dollar to the man who guesses the identity of this white faced creature.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a hint, his name starts with a P, and he's from one of the greatest anime franchises of all time. Oh and he was originally green before hollywood fucked him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHO THE FUCK DECIDED THAT PICCOLO SHOULD BE A WHITE VAMPIRE?!?!?! FUCK!!!!! DAMN YOU HOLLYWOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edit 16/09/08: So what i've been hearing from people all over the net is that this is what piccolo will look like before he uses the dragonballs to restore his youth. With that being said, there's still a good chance he's going to be green and have his turban...well not so much the turban, but i can dream. Plus, james marsters has continually said that he's green, bald and has pointed ears, so if the actor playing piccolo says he's green, then i'm gonna believe him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-1583655750542355344?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/1583655750542355344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=1583655750542355344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1583655750542355344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1583655750542355344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/09/piccolo.html' title='PICCOLO!!'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SM3MdD19XFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/9Fu6i1m0cno/s72-c/db-trailer-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-7216743371970392386</id><published>2008-09-07T23:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:44:58.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Black Is Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBNVJG15tGs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBNVJG15tGs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do us Canadians never get to see this stuff? Oh right, because muchmusic only recently got their licensing back to show stuff from mtv. Stupid muchmusic, can't you see that mtv clearly has better programming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-7216743371970392386?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/7216743371970392386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=7216743371970392386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7216743371970392386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7216743371970392386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/09/jack-black-is-dead.html' title='Jack Black Is Dead'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4841707956638525751</id><published>2008-08-27T23:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:55:07.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk On Aluminum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's not all jump in at once with blog ideas kids. My life is actually quite boring. Really. All i've done for the past month is get up, go to work, come home and then sleep. On the two days i don't work, I get up, sit at the computer for a few hours, go outside and walk around town, then come home and pretty much spend the night in my room. Yes, the sad unfortunate fact is that this is what i'm pretty much doomed to to repeat this process even when school begins. Everyones going to be off at university so they:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A) Will have much more work than I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B) Still maintain their part time jobs to take up another chunk of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And C) Spend their remaining few minutes with their significant other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wait....some how I think i've written this exact same post before..well maybe not exactly word for word, but the general idea. Even when something exciting does happen to me, it lasts only briefly. For example, last sunday I had to break into my house. My family decided to go to the States for the day while I was at work and they locked all the doors, including the garage door which is how I usually get in. But no, I had to go find a ladder, place it on our deck, climb onto the roof, slide into my sisters room and then walk downstairs to shut off the alarm. After that, there's nothing else to keep the adrenaline going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Works been pretty shitty lately with me ready to kill every member of our management team. I got written up for something I don't even remember doing, my new department manager has a certain dislike for me, and has the fucking nerve to tell me all the things i'm doing wrong, but then is never in the department when I need her help or have questions to improve my work with. No, no, instead she goes along with her merry day doing diddly squat, and then I get in shit for not having the department looking decent. Plus, no one on management has the guts to tell her off, but instead they whine and complain that the department modulars (moving things into new homes and shifting the department around completely) are still not completed. Nope, to them, starting mods 20 days after they were supposed to be done, doesn't deserve punishment at all. Of course not, because if it did, my department manager wouldn't be on her SECOND vacation. Hmm, she already had 2 weeks off, but now she gets a third week, during her department mods, causing almost everyone in the surrounding departments to have to help out and do them for her.  I hate Wal-mart. Oh and another thing that proves how much management hates me, and Jordan. We were both scheduled in for day shifts this week to help with mods. The second that Roxanne, one of the many assistant managers, heard a maintenance page, she told me and Jordan to head outside to bring in buggies, which lasted for around half of both our shifts. Then when we finally got back inside, Roxanne told us to just clean the department up a bit.....every two minutes. She actually came up to me numerous times over a course of 7 minutes, asking "what are you doing?" or "what are you up to?" and many other variations. Even when i'm working hard, she tells me that I need to work faster because I need to get more accomplished for the department. AHHHHH!!!  I've even tried to transfer to the electronics department so I won't have to put up with management so much, since they avoid the department like the black plague, for some unknown reason. No, even that won't happen. The personnal manager told me that, they've already hired one person for the department, while another was being interviewed. She then told me that the only way I could get out was if one of our full time associates dropped down to part time and transfered into my current department, allowing for me to switch out. The reason I can't switch out is because my department doesn't have enough people in it, but we can't hire more because we apparently have enough. Yet for some reason, no one ever closes the department at night and then I get blamed for it looking messy when I come in the next day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry guys and gals, I don't mean to rant like this, but i'm just really P'oed about it. Anyways, i'm sure i'll be posting more recently as school will be starting again next week and I know that even without my friends there, i'm sure i'm going to be part of someones drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose/Jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4841707956638525751?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4841707956638525751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4841707956638525751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4841707956638525751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4841707956638525751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/08/drunk-on-aluminum.html' title='Drunk On Aluminum'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5220338166156703369</id><published>2008-08-19T01:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:23:42.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make A Mind Feel Mushy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, the strangest things keep occuring in my mind. It's as if i'm trying to tell myself something, but it keeps getting cut off by something else. Not something less significant, but, a blockade as one might say. A message that can't be read, heard, written out, or known in any way. Kind of makes me wonder what it might be about. Maybe something i've known for a long time that is choosing to manifest itself now, but keeps getting blocked by, weird lyrics and music in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so weird, my mind keeps playing little riffs over and over in it, as if the music i'm creating is the message. The songs are what I seem to think are blocking what I want to hear, but it could be vice versa, where the songs are the message and are blocking something that could hurt me. Odd, I know, but somehow I don't doubt it. To me it makes sense. All these notes seem to flow seemlesly into the next as if it's telling me to pick up my guitar and make them real. But how do you do that? My fingers and me don't get along when I pick up my guitar. I like playing it, but I feel like i'm missing something when I play. I can start on one song, then 5 seconds later i'll lose interest and move into a completely different song that requires me to tune my guitar down or find a capo to use on it, which i've apparently lost. Challenges of the mind. Words and sounds that make a young man squirm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5220338166156703369?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5220338166156703369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5220338166156703369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5220338166156703369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5220338166156703369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/08/make-mind-feel-mushy.html' title='Make A Mind Feel Mushy'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-1963423288352088706</id><published>2008-08-07T01:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:01:12.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver National Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's it isn't it? How i'm going to be for God knows how long. And when I say God knows, I literally mean God only knows. I guess i'm getting kind of antsy in the relationship department again. Yes, I know, i'll find someone when the time is right, but somehow i'm thinking that day isn't coming for a long time, mainly because of something I asked for when me and Meghan finally stopped trying for one another. Wow, now that I think about it, that was a while back, at least a year now.  In fact Meghans found a new love and I couldn't be happier for her. We're still friends, although not as close as we once were, but then again that will never happen. Too many changes in both of us. Not that it's a bad thing, but from grade 9 - 12 both of us have become way too different to become as close friends as we were at one point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's odd. Lately i've found myself slipping into the person I was before I became J-moose. Just plane Jamie. Weird, i've never said my real name on here before yet now it seems like my name and all of the past experiences that go along with it, are trying to come out once more. The past is once of those things i've never dwelled on all that much, but I do accept that it's there. J-moose and Jamie, two entities in one person. If we counted my real name, James, I go by Jamie since I like it more, there'd be 3. James however is too, how should I put this...to formal. Really that name only comes out when someone is yelling at me, so I guess considering him a part of Jamie is what i'll have to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to what I was saying. Two entities, one body. Now, I know what your thinking, this kid's off his rocker, making an assumption such as having multiple personalities. Wrong-o. I don't have that, nor will I ever. The best way to explain this is kind of like Harvey Two-Face from batman. On the one side you have is clean regular old face, someone who looks trust worthy and caring. On the other you have the scarred face that represents evil, corruption, and in some weird way, power over the weak. Jamie would be this side, just as J-moose would be the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Odd that i'm thinking about my past, since it was my horoscope that brought it up. However, it told me that it would hurt when I thought about it. It's not so much of hurt, as it is acceptance. Maybe to fully let J-moose move on, Jamie has to accomplish one final task. Problem being, Jamie is something I gave up being, and letting myself slip back into that would prove challenging, yet it appeals to me in a way most possessions can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe once more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..or Jamie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps. The dates on blogger get messed up so it'll probably say that I posted this at least 4 days ago. Not true. The current date is August 11th 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-1963423288352088706?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/1963423288352088706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=1963423288352088706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1963423288352088706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1963423288352088706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/08/vancouver-national-anthem.html' title='Vancouver National Anthem'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-7988489566129859582</id><published>2008-08-07T01:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:42:41.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity Made Us Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're Cracked Up On The Good Life And We're Not About To Learn Anything But It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We search through the stars for a light to guide us somewhere, to something no one understands. Step underneath your ignorance, become the one you hate, you'll earn respect quicker that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to see people won't change unless you give them everything they hate. Everyones a sucker for the life they don't own. Imagine that, you wanna be like them, blinded by stupidty, popularity ain't worth the longevity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're homeless, we're not a concern anymore. The world is still spinning, the lights are still dimming, but we won't be around to see it happen..at least not in their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-7988489566129859582?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/7988489566129859582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=7988489566129859582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7988489566129859582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7988489566129859582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/08/curiosity-made-us-different_07.html' title='Curiosity Made Us Different'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-410064074014061978</id><published>2008-07-30T23:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:47:15.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Celebrities Are Really Pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you all know, i've never been one to take shots at celebrities. I do however like to watch them take shots at one another, and really who could do that better than teen celebs. To be more acurate, female teen celebs. Now I don't care much for Miley Cyrus, but lately making fun of her just seems so much easier than it has been in the past few months. There were the "racy" photos of her on the net, but really she could save herself the grief from that by saying that she was being a 15 year old girl and didn't know better. Come on, her dad freaking wrote "achy breaky heart" so really, can she actually have any morals when it comes to love? Not in my books. And what would a teen celeb be without their youtube page. I mean, I don't have one, but I can the obsession of carrying around a camera, or being on webcam constantly. I mean, it's like the complete opposite of tv, she can say what she wants, put on as much makeup and look like a total skank if she wants, and she cause a cat fight with other teen celebs, all by youtube. What a great site. I just used it to watch movie trailers and old episodes of digimon, but damn now I just can't wait for the next Miley and Mandy show. People you don't know what your missing here. Oh and to counter Miley and Mandy, we have the less known, less loved, Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez. Much like Miley they decided to make their own youtube channel and make their own craptacular videos. Now I am just waiting for the retaliation on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*edit... Me and html code don't get along so i'll give you the links instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhGEO9XDmis"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhGEO9XDmis&lt;/a&gt;  - watch this first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7t_t6gRFe8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7t_t6gRFe8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now tell me this isn't asking for a teen war? Silly teen celebrities, fame is for those who can act. Did you see that? The spoof of The trix rabbit. See I can be funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-410064074014061978?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/410064074014061978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=410064074014061978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/410064074014061978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/410064074014061978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/07/teen-celebrities-are-really-pathetic.html' title='Teen Celebrities Are Really Pathetic'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-632915641541143732</id><published>2008-07-27T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:37:55.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Doesn't Kill You, Simply Makes You Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't worry people i'm still alive, i've just been doing....well nothing actually but the nothingness really keeps me bored and uninspired so thats one reason why I haven't been writing. However, enough has accumulated in the past little while that I figured it was time to write once more. Well I knew this day would come eventually but I didn't think it would happen so soon. I'm quitting Walmart. The store has gone downhill quite a lot in the past little while and with the lastest stunt I figured it was time to find a new part time job. In the last month or so my old manager, Darren, or as he's referred to in here, Stupid Moron, got switched to a new SWAS( a SWAS is a certain group of departments that one of the many assistant managers is in charge of). Of course this meant i'd be getting a new manager since he was gone. Enter Roxanne. Now by no means is she worse then Darren, but really she's not much better. Her first act as manager was to book me in on my not available days forcing me to leave my little bubble inside my home. Not cool. (Yes, i'm lazy and i've come to accept this fact). Secondly, somehow she got a hold on my availability change for the summer, which i'm positive I never handed in, and put that into effect. Now really the second one wouldn't be so bad if I actually got hours!!! Next weekend I have two shifts, one being five and a half hours, the other being six and a half hours. Now, I know it's not much to ask, but when I work on weekends, I expect two 8 hour shifts, be it a 8:00 am or anytime after that. Really, I mean thats what i've got for the past 2 years, so whats the harm in keeping with that. Oh, but wait, this wouldn't be a real story if I didn't get screwed over even more. I am no longer J-moose from toys, but now I shall be known as J-MOOSE FROM SPORTING GOODS!....Add sarcasm here to show just how much I hate this. A few weeks back Roxanne and Darren called me to the back and said they had to talk to me. At first I had hoped I was getting fired, but no. Instead, they ask me if I want to move to sporting goods, while giving me the "move or be fired looks". I was kind of hoping they were giving me a raise since, according to them i'm such a good worker and i'm an asset to the walmart team, or at least thats what they keep telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, The Dark Knight is possibly my new favourite film. I was already a huge batman fan but now, I think if I could, I would want to live in Gotham City. Yes, nerd alert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, i've only begun to realize how long its taken me to get a new post going on here. So, in light of me finally writing once more, I figure I should do what I do best..Write about the music i'm diggin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been too much lately, but i've found a few gems in the rough:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sloan - Believe In me, Album: Parallel Play - The year wouldn't be complete if Sloan didn't make their glorious come back, and damn what a come back it is. Of course it's not the come back that'll make them as popular as they once were, but we take what we can get, and so far the helpings have been gracious. Believe In Me is probably the closest thing that sounds similar to the old Sloan stuff like, "Losing California" or "People of the Sky". No, it's not the feel good song of the summer, but it definitely beats out the last song I heard from them "Who Taught You To Live Like That".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Against Me - Stop!, Album: New Wave - I'm not gonna lie, I didn't really pay attention to this band until I heard this track. However, when I finally listened, I was brought a catchy punk track, which made me rush out and by the album its on. Although the song is short, it delivers, which is all that one can ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MGMT - Time To Pretend, Album: Oracular Spectactular - I just like the keyboard riff....it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so there isn't much but we have lots to look forward too! Although the track listing has been announced and the album title, Matthew Good will make us wait for his next album for at least another year. Good's calling this one "Vancouver" . Apparently it's going to be about how  the city has changed over the years and not for the better. Should be interesting. Also we can expect the new Rise Against album in March. No lead single has been announced yet, but the title is going to be "Appeal To Reason".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know it's not what I could be writing, but really if nothing interesting happens, i've got nothing to say. Hopefully the next time we meet, i'll have some decent things to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-632915641541143732?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/632915641541143732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=632915641541143732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/632915641541143732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/632915641541143732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-doesnt-kill-you-simply-makes-you.html' title='What Doesn&apos;t Kill You, Simply Makes You Stranger'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-1194164140159507777</id><published>2008-07-17T01:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T01:28:44.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes The Light Is All That You Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, the dawn came into sight. And the tide rolled on, inside my mind, with open arms i dove deep inside. Even the best days hurt sometimes, even the songs that make you smile, will hide. All you hear, and all you see, is just apart of memories. When the light fades out, when the cards thrown down, will you remember, what we told you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is life, and it's part of growing up. It's part of every step you take, it's part of every friend you make. Don't think that we're not watching, don't think that we don't care. When times get hard, you know that we're there, just stop and stare at the lights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-1194164140159507777?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/1194164140159507777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=1194164140159507777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1194164140159507777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1194164140159507777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-light-is-all-that-you-need.html' title='Sometimes The Light Is All That You Need'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-6634204822854590570</id><published>2008-07-10T22:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:24:24.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/utfNHYzag7U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/utfNHYzag7U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Possibly my new favourite song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-6634204822854590570?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/6634204822854590570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=6634204822854590570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6634204822854590570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6634204822854590570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/07/stop.html' title='Stop!'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5105949522785309452</id><published>2008-07-09T00:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:49:02.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Pretend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These last few days have been increadibly boring. No wait, I mean since the night of the grad dance it's been boring around here. In fact I pretty much haven't talked to anybody since that point and time, although I have chatted with Kayleen quite frequently, up to the point where we decided to hang out for a few hours last friday. We ended up going to these two waterwalls which was pretty cool. I think we stayed at the second one for over an hour just talking which I rarely get to do with anyone. It's odd, i'm not increadibly close with her, but lately i've talked to her more than my best friends. Then again, Felicia and Giacomo were away for a little while, up in Tobermory with some of the other grads, something which they tried to keep a secret from me until one of the other people going sent me and e-mail by "accident" with a list of people going and parents driving them there. The moment I saw it I knew what it was about, and I kind of felt hurt that Felicia and Giacomo choose not to tell me. Yes, I understand that they didn't want me to feel left out/hurt since I wasn't invited, but really I was more hurt at the fact that they kept it a secret and probably would have told me only if i'd asked or called one of them when they weren't at home only to be informed that they were gone for the week with people that used to be my friends. I probably should have mentioned this before but the people who organized the trip were the people that I used to call friends. Another point as to why F&amp;amp;G wouldn't have wanted to inform me, seeing as how I can't stand these people in more than small doses. Take grad for example, Helena and Michelle decided that since it was the last oppurtunity to see me, they just had to have a picture with me. Naturally I dispise being in most photos, and tried to worm my way out of this one, but of course I gave in and did it. I expected it to be posted on facebook, but I haven't seen it yet, so i'm hoping that it never reaches the masses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is it that when you want to tell people how you truly feel, the words just never seem to come out properly? Not just in dating, although this will end up on that topic, but in everything. For months i've wanted to go out and just yell whatevers on my mind at the top of my lungs, somewhere no one can hear me. No matter how much time there is in a day, i'll never find that place of silence, waiting to be broken by the intrusion of a teenagers lament. Everything just kind of seems to come to a halt in the summer. We all have one of those big pause buttons that we hit the moment summer begins, and until the last few days of freedom, that play button that we've kept hidden for two months begins to glow again. That's when it really dawns on everyone, that time is going to resume itself, even if we don't hit that play button, someone else will. As we get older that pause button begins to fade and those two month breaks become one month vacations, and even those slowly decrease until the point where it's non-stop action and no one realizes it. For years i've always sat out on the sidelines, never once offering to stand in for someone, only getting up to catch those who fall, then sitting back down as they resume their daily activities. Wow, I completely went off topic there. Where the heck did feelings bit go to? How the heck does this always manage to happen? I'll be talking about one thing, then 10 lines later I notice that i've gone off topic and onto something completely different. All thoughts aside, I will take this oppurtunity to wish my dear friend Kayleen a happy birthday. You have a beautiful soul, a big heart, and you are one of the most amazing girls i've ever met. Don't ever change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J-moose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5105949522785309452?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5105949522785309452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5105949522785309452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5105949522785309452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5105949522785309452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/07/time.html' title='Time To Pretend'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4148526295817410057</id><published>2008-07-02T23:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:31:03.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like The Night Is Taking Sides</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Q0JWzeuVYg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Q0JWzeuVYg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;City and Colour - Sleeping Sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so as many of you know, Dallas Green is very talented be it with Alexisonfire or with C&amp;amp;C but this music video makes me nauscious. Now don't get me wrong, the song is probably my favourite off the "Bring Me Your Love" album, but the vid had so much more potential. My biggest grief however is the non-existence of a man by the name of Gord Downey. Wait, I shouldn't say that, since he makes a brief, and I mean brief, appearance where his lips barely move and you can't be too sure if he's singing or sleep talking. Oh Gord Downey, I miss the days of "Bobcaygeon" and "Little Bones", please make another Tragically Hip album soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4148526295817410057?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4148526295817410057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4148526295817410057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4148526295817410057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4148526295817410057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='It&apos;s Like The Night Is Taking Sides'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-281628443071553826</id><published>2008-07-01T01:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:03:59.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me In Your Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold Me In Your Arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we first began I made you a promise, one that i'll always keep. I said that I would hold you, even when your not there. My arms would always find you, and show you how I care. You told me I was crazy, but to me it's all the same. I'll still hold you, even if your not game. Days will pass and nights will fall, and when your all alone, my arms will be your guiding lights, to lead you right back home. Each day is something different, and I know to treat it with care. My one goal each day is to show you, just how much I care. If you cannot believe this, then you don't deserve to see, my arms are always open, but you clearly will never see. I say this because I love you, and to show much I care, I want you to feel special even when i'm not there. People always tell me that no one ever cares. No one ever listens and takes the time to say "i'm here to always help, I will never turn away". To turn away is not my path, i'm here to stay. I will always hold you, with each passing day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-281628443071553826?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/281628443071553826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=281628443071553826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/281628443071553826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/281628443071553826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/07/hold-me-in-your-arms.html' title='Hold Me In Your Arms'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-2506230264903660388</id><published>2008-06-25T00:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:18:30.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Changing And I Don't Feel The Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I might fail grade 12. Yeah, i'm ashamed, and truthfully i've cried a fair few times about it now. I'm sure most of you know why I might fail, but for those not at my school i'll enlighten you. I failed grade 12 music. How? Well for startersI put no effort into the course and did none of the assignments and ultimately it came back to bite me in the ass. So with my last exam being written this past morning, I need to pass it to graduate. My teacher told me I would, but honestly I pretty much BS'd the entire thing so I wouldn't be suprised if I fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Update: I graduated.....but i shouldn't have. I didn't deserve to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tonight was our prom/grad dinner dance. As most people know, i'm not big on dances, and really this one was no different than any other one. Let me lay down the night for you. So I went to my friend Natasha's house for pictures and such before the dance. Her and my friend Sonja looked very beautiful, so me showing up with two girls was already looking like a positive side to the night. Natasha's uncle drove us in his vintage 78 impala, which was pretty sweet with the wind blowing in my face. Now when we got there of course people were already doing the photo thing. One, I do not like photo's, and two I hate every photo that i'm in because I look bad in them. For the sake of tonight I tried to ease up a bit, but people just don't let up with those camera's and I really didn't want to be in more than what was necessary. Now most people can be polite and eat what's put in front of them, but again i'm a picky eater and by picky I mean i eat perservatives and nothing but, so I pretty much ate bread and desert the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I first got there they announced that there was someone taking requests for songs so naturally I was drawn to said person and of course requested two songs. One, apparitions by Matthew Good Band, and two, Disarm by Smashing Pumpkins. Now both of these are acoustic songs and personally I don't think it would have been a big deal to play them. What do you think we ended up with? The same shit that they play at every dance. The most popular rap, pop, hip hop and techno music, which is code for crap. I mean yeah, there's the odd rap song that is good, like anything from classified or kanye west, although he is a little whiner. Plus having to suffer through that " I kissed a girl song" was increadibly painful. So where do you think I ended up? At my table sitting there pondering why I even bothered to come and why people made such a big deal over this night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The part that really ticked me off was that despite having so much repsect for their students the teachers still had to be the ones that make you feel bad. Naturally my eyes wandered around the dance floor and to the tables, where I happened to notice my english teacher and one other teacher staring at me. The teacher I didn't know gave me a little wave before pointing at me and turned to my english teacher, most likely asking, who is that and why is he sitting there by himself. Imagine how that's supposed to make you feel. I went through that with students for a long time and now teachers have the nerve to do it? What is wrong with people? Let's get one thing straight, I may not be the most outgoing person in the world, I may not be the most enthusiastic when it comes to school, but i'm a damn nice person. If I make fun of someone, I almost immeadiately say that i'm kidding and apologize, because I hate offending someone. For a teacher to have the nerve to do that just really pisses me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all, I can't say I didn't expect this to happen. I'm not outgoing so I wouldn't go up on the dance floor and not care if I looked like a moron, and I didn't ask anyone to come as my date so really it was kind of expected. Then again, effort is required to make anything happen, so this is also my fault for not trying. Ah well, at least I get another chance next year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J-moose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-2506230264903660388?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/2506230264903660388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=2506230264903660388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/2506230264903660388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/2506230264903660388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/06/everybodys-changing-and-i-dont-feel.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Changing And I Don&apos;t Feel The Same'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-6378769139235386035</id><published>2008-06-16T16:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:56:02.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oblivion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The title of this blog is derived from a song of the same name by the band Wintersleep. I've been listening to it non-stop lately so I recommend checking it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First off, the delay in blogs isn't something I was expecting but none the less, we all make due with what we have. Let's get down to the nitty gritty. So sunday night the 2008 MMVA's took place. For those of you in America the MMVA's are like the MTV music video awards, except they take place outside and close down a good part of downtown Toronto for 4 days. I should note, MMVa stands for Muchmusic Video Awards. Now for the last few years the awards have been on a slight decline since Much was bought out by CTV globe media, and this year proves why we Much has taken a turn for the worse. I don't care much for presenters but really, did we have to bring in Brody Jenner? And for that matter why was Rain Wilson there? Don't get me wrong I love the Office, but him and unscripted comedy are like Angelina Jolie without her Botox injections. Not a pretty sight. The one thing that really upset me was the MuchLoud Best Rock Video. Now the nominees in this of course have to be a rock band right? WRONG! According to Much, Simple Plan is now classified as rock. Like hell they're rock. Here's a Simple Plan for ya Much, nominate people that actually make rock music. It's not hard. Even though The Trews and Illscarlett made it into the category it doesn't make it any better. MuchLoud is about Loud music, and bands that play hard rock, metal, and anything sub-genred within that. So really not one of the bands nominated deserved to win. As far as performances go, I can't really say I was all enthused. Simple Plan, Flo Rida, Girlicious, Sean Kingston, Ill Scarlett, Jabbawockez, Kardinal Offishal ft. Akon, and New Kids On The Block. Now there's something wrong with this picture...Oh yeah, the American acts outweigh the Canadian acts 5-3. This is a "Canadian" awards show, not Canada wants to see 80's boy bands relive their glory days. And really, NKOTB? When I heard they had a huge announcement performance wise I was expecting Coldplay, or The Offspring, or even Weezer (Even though the red album is supposed to suck, hearing them do "Pork and Beans" live would have been a treat), or even Madonna would have been nice. Instead we got Mark Whalbergs brother trying to be a pimp when really the word doesn't apply to him since it didn't in the 80's and nothing has changed in those 9 years he dropped off the face of the earth. As for Kardinal Offishal I was expecting a lot more. If I was to buy one Rap cd it would be something of his, because the dude knows how to make good music. With that in mind, it's expected that a live performance would only make his talents all that much better. We couldn't have been more wrong. First off Akon should probably have started singing when the track began and not 10 seconds after. Smooth Akon. I muted it after that point as watching a performance where the artist has to sing with the track playing in the background isn't worth my time. I'm too tired to keep remembering the negatives, but props to Wintersleep for winning the Videofact award. The video for Weighty Ghost has been on my Ipod for the last month and I can't get enough of it. Thats it for now kids, but i'll try to post again soon, and trust me i've got some stories, and their bound to be interesting reads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-6378769139235386035?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/6378769139235386035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=6378769139235386035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6378769139235386035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6378769139235386035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/06/oblivion.html' title='Oblivion'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-8839912995286806593</id><published>2008-06-07T23:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:26:50.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now when I was younger, there were instances in my life that caused me to be antisocial. At age 10 I gave up trying to impress others with being someone i'm not and instead put on a new persona, someone who was constantly angry with the other children and just kept to himself. As I progressed in age I began to slowly lower my guard and come to trust certain others, but even still it took some work to really trust them. When grade 8 dawned upon me I came out of my little shell (0r big for those of you that know me), and decided i'd make myself noticed a bit more. I made a few friends, but I didn't trust them at all. By this point in time I had already become accustomed to thinking that regardless of who talked to me and regardless of what was said, I couldn't believe in them. There were times when I was wrong, and I admit that, but there were other times when I was right, and I knew that I was still the one being left our of all the fun. All the inside jokes, and all the hangouts that didn't include me took their toll on me, and even I became annoyed with myself when I asked what they were talking about. At age 18 it's nice to see nothing has really changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me explain, tonight I was invited to a suprise party for a friend named Stephanie, and it was going to be with a group of people that I had never hung out with, just known them vicariously. When I first got the invite I immeadiately thought of rejecting it because of how I imagined it would go. Me trying to awkwardly fit in, while they all have fun. Then again, i'm the anti-social one so really if I didn't have fun it would have been my own fault. Anyways I ended up deciding to go. Of course I wasn't supposed to since I hadn't cleaned my room but since my mother wasn't around and my father is oblivious to her nagging me, he brought me to the party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So when I got there I pretty much knew who everyone was, so introductions weren't really necessarily. There was a good 20 minutes before the birthday girl showed up so I tried to be as social as possible, but being me I just kind of fiddled around with my ipod. Yes, I said fiddled, get over it. Ok, so eventually the birthday girl shows up and is shocked to see all her friends in her basement. I didn't really say all that much the entire night, mainly because I wouldn't have known what to. I did exchange a few words with Kayleen, Jenae and Tyler, but still I know that I could have talked to the others there. Ahh well, the way I see it is if I hadn't wanted to go I wouldn't have, but I needed to try something new and it was a good time even if I didn't say too much. That's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-8839912995286806593?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/8839912995286806593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=8839912995286806593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/8839912995286806593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/8839912995286806593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/06/party-people.html' title='Party People'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-2236231762538937098</id><published>2008-06-04T21:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:44:36.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Cures All</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PtSl3Khf1aE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PtSl3Khf1aE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4roRtvaS6Zc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4roRtvaS6Zc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, I never imagined James Franco as funny but there it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-2236231762538937098?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/2236231762538937098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=2236231762538937098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/2236231762538937098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/2236231762538937098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Laughter Cures All'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5406271951250254730</id><published>2008-05-29T23:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:30:47.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Just For Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a blog lurker named Kayleen. I just thought i'd share. If you see her, tell she's a little hyper from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5406271951250254730?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5406271951250254730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5406271951250254730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5406271951250254730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5406271951250254730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/05/101-just-for-fun.html' title='101 Just For Fun'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-1080851192701217883</id><published>2008-05-29T22:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:01:51.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Title Change And Blog 100!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As i'm sure you've all noticed by now, the blog title has changed. As to why this happened, there really isn't a reason, but honestly, I don't feel so broken anymore, so the title really doesn't apply. I'm going to try a whole slew of new titles that fit what kind of mindset i'm currently in, for now i'm sticking to the classic title of the amazing Matthew Good Band song, Hello Time Bomb. So anyone have any ideas for a new blog title? I mean I know this is probably something I should think of, but i'm open for suggestions. Hit me up with some comments and we'll see what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;100 POSTS BABY!!! CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, i should take this chance to thank the people that make this blog possible..............J-MOOSE TAKES ALL THE CREDIT!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a big ego..get over it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-1080851192701217883?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/1080851192701217883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=1080851192701217883' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1080851192701217883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1080851192701217883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/05/title-change.html' title='Title Change And Blog 100!'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-7516378965977810344</id><published>2008-05-25T23:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:31:17.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Thin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes we all need a shoulder to rest on. I like when I get to be that shoulder for people. It's one of the better aspects of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paper Thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This skin is not what it used to be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so frail yet beautiful to see. Eroded through the ages and changed for the worse, it's all you have left. Easily defiled and always take lightly, it's what you did that made it this way. You wrote too much about what could have been, for you this feels like a sin. Everything you do now, isn't for the masses, but instead for you alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once more with the pencil, write your name down, take a seat. We're not here to help, but who's to know but me? Heaven isn't here, but your staying anyways. Scratching out your mistakes, it's just another lost face. Now write it again, what you thought could be, a fake reality where she belongs to me. It's nothing to look down, it's not as if your ashamed. Your papers blank, your minds still here, write out it kid, but don't expect things to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's cold out again, but you get what you deserve. We're warm where your not. Simply put, you were forgot. We checked our lists and your name didn't fit. Look again though kid, at those in the light, they're paper like you, burning without a fight. Todays their due date, there's no turning back. Run while you kid, and promise to not look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-7516378965977810344?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/7516378965977810344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=7516378965977810344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7516378965977810344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7516378965977810344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/05/paper-thin.html' title='Paper Thin'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4760662689665232320</id><published>2008-05-20T23:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:10:54.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Hate Whining, Don't Read This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always found it odd when people make a statment saying "I realize that the person I used to be is not the one I wanted to be". Coming from my mouth it's even odder since I used to always promise myself that I wouldn't become someone I hated. It's funny though, because for a brief moment in time I found myself being happy. Yes, a word that never used to enter my vocabulary, yet for a time that word finally had a meaning behind it. No, I don't know what caused the change in myself for that time, but honestly speaking I wish I knew, because right now I could really use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that I don't do well with change. Usually it's not a personal change that worries me, but when something drastic happens i'm left to deal in my own way and as far back as I can remember it's always been difficult. For example, the start of highschool. I put on this front that made me look like I didn't care that I was somewhere new, that this place and these people didn't matter to me, because I didn't intend to make friends with any of them. You know why I did that? Because I was scarred shitless. I can usually keep my composure in most situations but at that point in time I wasn't ready to meet new people as I had only just met the people i'd known for 8 years for the very first time. Again, change and me don't bode, and that hasn't changed. I'm using the word change/changed a lot. I'll try to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the point is, within the next month I have to go through a big change. Graduation. Yes, if I pass all my courses i'll graduate highschool. You see once that happens, i'm going to be alone, and for me I don't think I can handle that again. Elementary school was hard enough being the loner, not that I didn't mind it some days, but highshool is a different ball park. The game changes when you go there. I don't have many friends to begin with, and lately I feel like i'm losing them already, and it's my own fault. I wish didn't have classes with them. I'm lazy when it comes to school. In every group project i've done with Felicia i've managed to screw her over and not come through. Always make me wonder why she still talks to me since i'm not even worth it. Why do people keep giving me chances? After one, I don't want anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there's the grad dance. I'm still in the process of debating whether I want to go or not. It's stupid that i'm thinking like this, because I know i'm going to end up going, and i've told other people who are doubting going that they have to, and it wouldn't be the same without them. Most of you know I don't dance nor do I have any rhythm what soever, but if I go i'd just sit at the table all night and watch everyone else have a good time. And really, what's the point of going if i'm doing that? Also, I need to fit into my grad outfit. I'm actually overweight. No say that i'm just big, because this is not the case. I'm fat people. Don't bother me with that hippy BS that i'm not, because it will make me punch you, and it will hurt. Plus, there's the whole date thing. First off, if one of you says just ask someone, again I will hurt you. I don't any single girls willing to go out with me! Not that going single is a bad thing, but it does make dancing with someone a whole lot harder if their boyfriend keeps trying to cut in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You I find it kind of weird that people always tell me i'm such a nice guy and i'm going to make some girl happy one day, yet those that tell me that can't think of anyone who'd go out with me. Example, last weekend at work me and one of the girls in electronics get onto the topic of dating. She was like, i've never seen you talk about going out on dates and such. How come? and I was like, well I haven't really met anyone that'll go out with me. Her response was, oh don't worry, your a really nice guy so you'll find somone. First off, saying that doesn't make it better. That actually hurts more than it helps. Telling a guy that he's nice and that he'll find someone only hurts them because it makes them realize that they're still single and they don't have anyone. In all honesty, I know two single girls at bt and I highly doubt i'll be asking them out any time soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've lost confidence in myself. Anyone know how to get it back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4760662689665232320?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4760662689665232320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4760662689665232320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4760662689665232320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4760662689665232320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-you-whining-dont-read-this.html' title='If You Hate Whining, Don&apos;t Read This'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4995454538875196742</id><published>2008-05-19T12:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:01:39.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time for a new blog! I know, your all so excited and yet at the same time you have no idea what i'm going to say. What if I decide to make fun of the people who read this? Then what happens huh? Do you start some rampage and come egg my house? Or do you continue reading at the expense of being made fun of? Quite the connundrum eh? Yes, Canadians say eh, so get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok all jokes aside, we know I wouldn't make fun of anyone unless I had their permission to do so. It's just not right. Besides I keep getting told that i'm a nice person and I wouldn't want that changing anytime soon. Well since it's the long weekend here in Canada, I might as well talk about what i've been up to. Let's start with friday night. Now as most of you know I go to youth group on fridays because i'm cool like that. Of course thats always subject to change, especially when I get to go out with KRISTINA! Yes, friday night a bunch us went out and celebrated the birth of the beauty known as Kristina Graham. The night started out at Jack Astor's where I indulged myself in my usual meal of a cheeseburger (yes, I only eat burgers when I go out to dinner. Most people have come to terms with it. It's not subject to change anytime soon. I apologize to my future girlfriend and her family. My eating habbits aren't the best). It was fun to kind of just relax and not worry about work and school for 5 minutes. As for a gift, well I can't really say i've changed much in that area. I've gotten everyone the same thing for the last 2 years. A card and 20$. I'm cheap. It was funny though, seeing the girls come in with their gifts in these nice bags, while the guys (excluding Eric) just had cards with 20's in them. Anyways, after dinner we ventured to Sobeys for a few minutes to see our friend Ashley. My friend Felicia works there as well and I kind of just talked to her while the others went to see Ashely. After that we went to Kristina's house for cake and movies. We watched Wedding Daze starring Jason biggs (the dude from American Pie) and that crazy chick from Wedding Crashers.  It was pretty decent for a direct to home movie, although we had fun picking apart the scenes where the outfits change in a series of seconds yet they're still in the exact same place. Then I had to suck it up and be a man and watch a horror film called Untraceable. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but still I prefer a comedy or action flick any day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that was friday and it was pretty freaking awesome. Let's move on to saturday. Of course I had to work so that took up a good chunk of my day. After I got home at around 6:30 I changed and went on msn to see who was around. Within about two seconds of coming online Kayleen was talking to me, telling me that her brother and his friends were going through her room. We chatted for about an hour before we both realized that we had stuff to go do in town. She had to go to dollarama to pick some stuff up and I had been planning on renting a game for my wii (for those interested I rented Okami, and it's pretty freaking awesome). So we decided to kind of meet in town. I biked down to rogers rented my game and was about to head over to dollarama before I realized that I had no cash left on me. I dashed over to TD and took out a twenty. Now as I was doing this  I heard this weird singing coming from what I thought was the ATM. My first thought was, "Cool these things play music now! I've gotta come here more often". Then I quickly realised that it was my phone and it was Kayleen trying to call me. After figuring out where I was she came over in her car and we decided to go for a drive around Ancaster. Of course before this happened we spent a good 10 minutes trying to figure out how to fit my bike in her car. After that fun we pretty much ended up driving into Hamilton after both of us yelling at one another "Where do you wanna go?" for 20 minutes because we had no idea what we wanted to do. After a while we ended up back in Ancaster and decided to sit and chat in Tim Hortons. It was great to just talk to her. She's one of the most amazing girls i've met in some time. The cool thing about her is, she pretty much feels the same about the dating world as I do. She's sort of got a bf right now, but she's trying to break it off. I keep telling her that she's already met her special someone and that he's just waiting for her to realize that he's there. She's a little skeptical about it, but I know she has. A great person like her, there's no way she hasn't. Sorry, i'm getting a little carried away here. Anyways, after we finished our hot chocolates she drove me home ( I should mention that she's younger than me and already has her G2. Shows how lazy I am at learning to drive).All in all it was a fun night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's pretty much what happened Fri and Sat. As for Sunday and Monday, i've fallen back into my routine of doing nothing, although i've been playing my Wii a bit. Anyways, thats it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4995454538875196742?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4995454538875196742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4995454538875196742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4995454538875196742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4995454538875196742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5624574990399017615</id><published>2008-05-13T22:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:32:43.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is just something a friend wrote about me, and I was blushing when I read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"My new friend J is lost somewhere in the dating game as well. I met him in New York City when we went with the choir and band this past April (well, technically I knew him before then, but I never really talked to him). He is a really cool guy, on the bus ride home we discovered that we were both equally hostile towards dating. To tell you the truth, I admire J because he isn't one of those guys who will just date somebody for the sake of dating somebody. He has been single for awhile now, yet he still believes that there is somebody out there for everyone. I think that is so awesome that he doesn't give up, and I am convinced that he will find somebody soon because of his supreme coolness, there aren't too many guys out there like him :D."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5624574990399017615?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5624574990399017615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5624574990399017615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5624574990399017615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5624574990399017615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/05/blush.html' title='Blush'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4873334606136721689</id><published>2008-05-12T19:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:56:21.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Unpredictable But Really That's What Love's About</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good day people! Yes i'm back and i've actually got something on my mind and usually thats what makes me continue to write my blog. So friday night I usually go to my youthgroup as most of you know and I have a damn good time going. There's great people there and they all want to get closer to God which is what I want as well. However there are certain things that they believe which I don't agree with. Not religion related but rather dating world related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So let me set the picture. We did a photo hunt on friday night so we got to go all around hamilton taking photos of the most random things and making random poses and such, and it was quite fun (although at one point I thought a police officer was going to yell at us). Any ways, I was driving with our one leader Mark and his fiance Jen, and two other teens on photo team. When we had finished up the night we headed back to our meeting place for parents to come pick up the kids and what not. Our team made a small detour to drop off Jen at her house. When Jen left we all noticed that Mark didn't kiss her goodnight, which I found a little odd but then again it's their relationship and they hand P.D.A's however they want. Here's the kicker as we're pulling out of the driveway he begins to explain why he didn't.  He said that it was because that once he started he wouldn't want to stop. He wouldn't want to let go. I can understand that since i've seen how Giacomo and Felicia say goodbye and it takes freaking forever sometimes. No offense to them but I have shit to do and I don't like to wait. No patience what so ever. Sorry, let's get back on topic. Mark then went on to say to the other girl in our car, Jessie, that she would find someone and that she wouldn't want to let go of. Then Mark asked her if she liked anyone, to which she made the perfect grade 10 response of "boys suck". Not that I expected anything different. Mark then said that it was good that she didn't have anyone and that guys shouldn't be of concern until she's 18 or 19. You can imagine that by this time I had a few words floating around in my head but I kept them to myself mainly because I hate to overstep my boundries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jessie then said that she might not find somebody to which I had to respond to by saying "there's someone out there for everyone". Mark immeadiately responded with, "thats not true. I know tons of people that are older that don't have anyone special".  Thats where we parted ways on the this thing we call love. I'm a firm believer in that there's someone out there for everyone, no matter who they are, what they look like or what they've done. How can their not be? I mean if God hadn't intended to make a significant other for everyone then why are their so many people on this earth? That wouldn't make sense. I mean I know that it seems reasonable that not everyone may find someone but if you talk like that then the chances that you would have are cut in half and then your left with nothing. You go through life lonely and scarred. Look at me, single for the last year and a bit now, and I know that there's a girl out there for me. She may not be here at the moment but she eventually will walk into my life and when she does i'll know. Then again, on the other hand she might already be in my life and I just don't know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and my friend kayleen were talking earlier about this topic and we both feel the same about dating. The exception for Kayleen is that she's got a boyfriend (they've only been together a week) and for the moment she's got her special someone. Her fear however is that she can't let him and, which is understandble because it's hard to do that in any relationship. She also said that it felt like he was expecting them to be together forever already which isn't something she wants to think about in highschool. Of course she asked me if I had anyone special in my heart at the moment which I politley said no to. She was quick to remind me that my special someone could already be here waiting for me. I had a little laugh because I know this could be true. What made it better was that she told me that I was a great guy and that i'll make some girl happy one day, so at least I know when I re-enter the dating game i'll be decent at it this time around. Of course I told her that life is unpredictable and that you just never know. Plus with that logic it could mean that at one point in time I could end up dating her or whoever. Another thing we agreed upon. The future....something that's been on my mind for a while now. But that is a blog for another time, and with that in mind I must say my farwells for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4873334606136721689?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4873334606136721689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4873334606136721689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4873334606136721689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4873334606136721689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-unpredictable-but-really-thats-what.html' title='It&apos;s Unpredictable But Really That&apos;s What Love&apos;s About'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-3326752371793333236</id><published>2008-05-08T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:44:15.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason 101 Of Why Matthew Good is Still The Greatest Musician Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;object 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4416418116008163216</id><published>2008-05-03T19:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:46:49.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Players Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This pen of mine doens't write anymore. It's used up all it's ink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The papers on my desk don't fill up like they used to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mind is so blank and i'll never know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those words I wrote were the last ones, my life, my body, my blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I used to say doesn't work anymore and it's not that I want to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But when you've reached your breaking point, you fall down from the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's creeping back to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;these chords that I don't want to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They don't fit these words anymore and they never will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like i've lost my ability to speak, and it's never coming back. My words are gone and this pen stays dry and i'm just a lonely guitar player and this is my cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My guitar sits in the shadows now it's not a piece of me. It's when I look back that my mind still wonders to those 6 little blunders, the A, the B, The C, The D, the E, the F or the G. I'm tired, i'm lonely and i'm feeling so low, and these notes aren't helping so i wish they'd  just go. Over the top i'm just a musical flop and a sell out to corporate flair. I'm not what I seem i'm cool but not clean these eyes are meant to stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's creeping back to me these chords that I don't want to see. They don't fit these words anymore and they never will. It's like i've lost my ability to speak, and it's never coming back. My words are gone and this pen stays dry and i'm just a lonely guitar player and this is my cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something i wrote about losing your inspiration. I haven't had any new ideas flow into me for a while. And I apologize for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4416418116008163216?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4416418116008163216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4416418116008163216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4416418116008163216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4416418116008163216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/05/guitar-players-cry.html' title='Guitar Players Cry'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-619974687234549618</id><published>2008-04-16T21:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:30:49.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friendship For The Ages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately i've been thinking about someone who rarely crosses my mind anymore. An old friend, that i've unfortunately lost touch with. It's sad, because the friendship that we had shaped me to become the person you have all come to know, so it was difficult to realise that I could no longer turn to this person in my times of need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me begin from the top....a few weeks before my 10th birthday, my family informed us that we would be going skiing with the family of one of my mothers co-workers. They had been planning this out for a while now, and to my dismay I had to be social, because the other family had a son my age. The real kicker for me, was that this trip was happening on my birthday so again, another reason for me to not like this kid, or his family. A week prior to the trip the other family came over for coffee and dessert, which served as a chance for the kids to fraternize and get to know one another. If I remember correctly, my first impression of Nick Jeffrey was that he was an annonying little brat, who was completely oblivious to video games, cartoons, and all the fun things a 1o year old enjoyed. I made the most of the night and figured this kid to be decent enough to play with on the trip. One week later we shipped off to the Jeffrey's cabin and began our weekend long adventure. To me, it wasn't all that fun, but then again, when have I ever been known to have fun at any social event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, lets skip ahead a few months. So finally Nick got a gameboy and the very first pokemon game, Pokemon Blue. Being the kid he was, he'd never as much as touched a gameboy muchless played a video game. So he should he call to ask how to get past all the dangers of the pokemon world...Me. At age 10 I prided myself in being better than others so whenever I got the oppurtunity to show off I took it. We began conversing over the phone, me explaining what a pokemon was, and how to play, and him gasping in excitement. Not to say I didn't enjoy showing him up, but it got pretty annonying after a while. Skip ahead another month or so. Me and Nick had scarcely seen one another, and in the times we did hang out, I pretty much bored him to death by not wanting to do anything that involved physical activity. Oddly enough, I began to trust Nick a bit more, and eventually we began chilling almost every weekend. A few years down the road, probably at age 12 0r 13, Nick had a problem with his heart. He needed surgery to correct it, and when i found out i was pretty upset. The operation was a success but it changed Nick into a completely different person. It was like a complete 360 for the guy. Now instead of me being the leader in our duo, Nick began to take charge. He began losing weight, and playing waterpolo, which I eventually got drafted into as well. It was weird seeing him like this because I was so used to having the old Nick. Then again, the new Nick was just the kind of kid I needed to hang around with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nick became one of the most popular guys at his high school and pretty much knew any and everyone in all the grades. Of course I was intrigued in hearing about his tales of how was getting invited to all these different social events and how he made out with this girl in this grade. Usually those thoughts didn't cross my mind, but when Nick talked about them, it was like nothing else seemed to matter. Of course out of the two of us, Nick was the one who began going out on dates with some of the most attractive girls i've ever met, so my jealousy levels were at their max. It was odd, because despite the fact that he had all these new found friends, he still managed to call me up at least twice a week just to chat. Even the popular guys need their advice and I was happy enough to give it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been almost half a year since I last saw Nick, and i'm saddened that our friendship came to such an abrubt halt, but at least I know he's doing good. My mom occassionally talks to his mom, so i'll usually be able to find out how he's doing. I've been thinking about him a lot lately so that's why I choose to write about our friendship. Everything we did is only a memory now, and here I thought i'd had the best man for my wedding already. It's weird thinking about the friends that we once had. It's even weirder since next year i'm starting the friend making process all over again, since i'll only have one friend at BT and that will only help me so much. Until next time..which will be soon, I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-619974687234549618?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/619974687234549618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=619974687234549618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/619974687234549618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/619974687234549618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/04/friendship-for-ages.html' title='A Friendship For The Ages'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-6405535213403907527</id><published>2008-04-08T20:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:06:00.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Music Lovers</title><content type='html'>I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Serisouly though, I apologize for the 2 week hiatus. I've had some things come up, and on top of that no inspiration. But with all this music making its way to the world, I figured it was time to get a new blog going. Let me begin by saying that i'm pretty sure this summer is going to be big music wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For starters you have Weezer!! Yes the loveable dorks make their triumphant return after much speculation that they were done after &lt;u&gt;Make Believe&lt;/u&gt; (2006 album). They've been updating their site as frequently as possible with how the recording is going, what producer their using and so fourth and so on. Here's the scoop:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Album Title: Weezer. The third self titled album from these guys, but as weezer fans know, the album will have a background colour to it, and from whats being said, it'll be red. So Technically it will actually be called the red album. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First Single: Pork and Beans...Even I think they've gone a little loopy with the title for this one. Then again, the last album with a colour name, eg the blue and green albums, were pretty good, so who I am to judge without hearing it. An official release date for the song is currently unknown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My View: All they really had to do for this one is make it better than &lt;u&gt;Make Believe&lt;/u&gt;. If they did that, then I believe weezer fans everywhere will rejoice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course, another album that many rock fans will rejoice over is the new one from The Offspring. Yes, the guys who brough you the classics such as, Self Esteem, Pretty Fly (For a White Guy), Hit that, and many others will return this summer with a new album. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First single: Apparently it's going to be called &lt;u&gt;Hammerhead&lt;/u&gt;. The guys have played it at a few shows so fans have of course uploaded video feed to youtube for our viewing/listening pleasure. From what i've seen from most fans reaction, it's a step back into the original offspring sound, so hopefully it'll be good. Then again, the quality on these videos isn't that great, nor is the audio, so it's still up in the air at this point. As for an album name, there isn't one at this point, so again, it'll probably be announced in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those of you who can bask in Jack White's musical greatness, then your in for a treat. Actually, the treat has been served in a fine packaging called &lt;u&gt;Consolers of The Lonely&lt;/u&gt;. Yup, you guessed it, The Raconteurs return with their second studio album. I've gotta hand it to them, they know how to make a entrance. After a year of Jack doing his thing with The White Stripes, the band decided to record the new album. Now, in Jack Whites mind, recording should only take up two weeks of ones time, and writing shouldn't take that much longer. So keeping with tradition, the album was written and recorded in February and was finished only 3 weeks before it's release date. Here's the fun part....the guys did no promotion with this album what so ever. The album was announced on the 18th of march, and released a week after. My hat is off to you Jack White, not only do you continue to make kick ass music, but you've got a damn fine way of doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First Single: &lt;u&gt;Salute Your Salution&lt;/u&gt;. Well it's exactly what we've come to expect from Jack. It's a fairly fast paced song, with a catchy beat. Always a plus when it's catchy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, it's time for some Canadians!!!! So I said it before but i'll say it again, TOKYO POLICE CLUB!!!! Ok so if you remember a few blogs back I mentioned that their new single hadn't come out yet. Well it's now out there in all it's glory, and i'm thoroughly pumped for it. If you don't remember from before it's called &lt;u&gt;Tessellate&lt;/u&gt; and it's from their first album, &lt;u&gt;Elephant Shell&lt;/u&gt; due out at the end of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats everything musical i'm digging at the moment, but always the side panel for anything else i'm liking. I'll post another blog soon, I promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-6405535213403907527?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/6405535213403907527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=6405535213403907527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6405535213403907527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6405535213403907527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-music-lovers.html' title='Oh Music Lovers'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5113990457066088787</id><published>2008-03-24T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:07:01.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Need To Make More Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....i'm in tears right now because I missed this on saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On a typical Saturday Night at the Air Canada Centre you'd find roughly 18,000 people wearing Leafs jerseys and chanting "Go Leafs Go!" but this past Saturday was slightly different. The Foo Fighters made their way into town to a sold out crowd of 20,000 plus and instead of seeing Leafs merchandise you saw Foo Fighters T-shirts and chants of "Foos Foos Foos".&lt;br /&gt;Opening for the Foo Fighters were Against Me!. Having listened to their recent album New Wave for a couple of months, I was excited to see how they were live. Normally an opening band won't fill up the seats, but these guys had a huge following and filled up more than what I expected. They played for a good 45 minutes to an hour. They played a number of tracks from New Wave including Stop!, New Wave, Thrash Unreal, Borne On The FM Waves and more! Overall I thought they played a good show.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the Foos to come on stage I noticed a long catwalk that connected the main stage to an unknown circular area. We all had no idea what that was for until later on in the show. Once the Foos hit the stage everyone and I mean everyone was standing! They opened the show with Let It Die from their latest album Echoes, Silence, Patience &amp;amp; Grace. Then they followed it up with their smash The Pretender. Then Dave Grohl asked the crowd if they have been to a Foo Fighters concert, and a loud roar responded. Then he asked the crowd if this was their first Foo Fighters concert and another loud roar responded. Dave decided that the crowd was split 50-50 of newcomers and old-timers. He then assured us that this was going to be a special show. What was going to make this show special? Well for one the Toronto show has been the biggest the Foo Fighters have played in Canada, that they had some special guests, they were going to play some old shit, some new shit and some acoustic shit! From then on I knew it was going to be a great show!&lt;br /&gt;They followed up Dave's speech with hit after hit including 'Times Like These, Break Out, This is A Call, Stacked Actors, Breakout, and Cheer Up Boys'. I guess Dave was right by playing older, heavier, foo fighters tracks.&lt;br /&gt;After that set of tracks Dave, Nate, and Chris walked off stage leaving Taylor Hawkins to do his drum solo. After a couple of minutes of his drum solo Taylor introduces special guests of the night - Rush! RUSH! Alex Lifeson and Geddy Lee of Rush joined Taylor Hawkins on stage and jammed to Rush's hit YYZ. Once they fished jamming Dave comes on stage and yells 'RUSH! RUSH!' Mr. Grohl indeed came through with his promise of the show being a special one, and he wasn't done either!&lt;br /&gt;As the crowd was going nuts because Rush were on stage I noticed that they started to uncover the circular area at the end of the catwalk. Still not know what it was the band started walking down the catwalk. As they are walking a second, smaller, stage emerges from the rafters! It's time for the Foos to play some acoustic shit!&lt;br /&gt;They kicked off the acoustic set with Skin And Bones followed by Marigold. During the acoustic set Dave introduced everyone on stage and gave solo's to violinist Jessie Green and to percussionist Drew Hester who ended up performing a triangle solo! Then came My Hero. I am positive that every single body in that place was singing this song. It came to a point where Dave Grohl didn't have to sing, he encouraged all to sing and the crowd ended up taking over the vocals for the song. It was great! After that sing-a-long I knew that this was the best show I've been to and they were only half way through their entire set! Then came Taylor's turn to take lead vocals on Cold Day In The Sun, followed by But, Honestly and closing the acoustic set with Everlong. Another song that Mr. Grohl really didn't have to sing. He went to each of the mics on the second stage and sang to each side of the crowd! This guy knows how to work a crowd! Towards the end of the song it went from acoustic to electric and Dave ran along the catwalk and jumped back onto the main stage and rocked out to finish off the track!&lt;br /&gt;Asking the crowd if they were done they ripped into Monkey Wrench followed by All My Life to finish up the concert. During the encore break the screens showed the band backstage with the set list, focused in on Dave putting yup a finger to indicate a single song encore. The crowd got loud when he put up two fingers and the crowd went crazy when Taylor stepped in the put up all ten fingers. Storming onto the stage to perform their encore Dave Grohl told us a story about his first trip in Toronto when he got to play drums for Iggy Pop as a 19 year old. Finishing off his story they started the encore with the 1996 hit Big Me followed by Long Road To Ruin and 'Best Of You' which were both huge singalongs!&lt;br /&gt;If you were at the show, let me know what you thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;Full Setlist:Let It Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Pretender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Times Like These&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Breakout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Learn To Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheer Up Boys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;This Is A Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stacked Actors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;YYZ (f. Geddy Lee &amp;amp; Alex Lifeson of Rush)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Skin And Bones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marigold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Hero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cold Day In The Sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, Honestly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everlong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Monkey Wrench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;All My Life&lt;br /&gt;Encore:Big Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Long Road To Ruin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Best Of You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muchmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;www.muchmusic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5113990457066088787?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5113990457066088787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5113990457066088787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5113990457066088787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5113990457066088787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-really-need-to-make-more-friends.html' title='I Really Need To Make More Friends'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-946228923567387466</id><published>2008-03-24T00:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T01:13:48.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes Have It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You guys ever have those days when you feel like nothing is going your way? Well for me those days turned into a week, and that week has thankfully ended. It seemed like one tragic defeat after another. I got really bad on some assignments, and by bad I don't mean 60/70 I mean bad. On top of that, I just wasn't digging my appearance, I mean I know i'm never going to be buff or jock like, but last week just seemed to show off my gut more than usual. Lastly, I was supposed to go to a concert Saturday night, which I had been pumped for, for a while. And, low and behold, that didn't happen either, and now i'm stuck $120 in debt and two tickets sitting on my dresser with no place to go. Aside from that, I had this strange but interesting thought come into my brain on friday night. I was suprised that I thought about it when I did, mainly because I should have been occupied with the life stories of Rich Plante and Uncle Bobby, two guest speakers at my youth group. Not to say that I didn't take their stories to heart because they definitely had an effect on me, but this thought kept occupying my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you look at somone what is the first thing that runs through your mind? Usually, I wonder what is going through their mind. When I see their face, I can tell if somethings troubling them, or their happy and so fourth and so on. There's a whole list emotions that I can usually pick up on. For example, when I see Kristina's face I can see the joy that she's about to bring where ever she is. On friday night that kind of changed for me. I was listening to these two men talk about their lives without God and how when they finally found him it was the greatest moment in their lives. In detail I heard about their trials and tribulations from their childhood ranging to their early 40's. When your hear those kinds of stories, your mind immeadiately thinks back to all the moments in your life where you've made a bad choice or done something you've regretted for years. As I listened my eyes drifted up into our youth pastor, Jay's. For a quick second I was in direct line with his eyes, and thats when it hit me. What do people see when they look at me? And for that matter do I look the same to everyone or I am viewed differently by everyone that I know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was weird thinking about it, and for a while my mind just kind of drifted off questioning what people see when they look at me? When I got home that night, I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror and I didn't really see anything new. Same 6 foot 5 J-moose, with acne on his face. Still I wondered what others see. Fast forward to work the next day. I was a little bit of a rush to get my returns done and start cleaning my department, since it looked as if a bomb had gone off in it. I was speeding down the action alley towards the bikes when I passed fellow blogger and friend, &lt;a href="http://firstbreathafterrcoma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Klla&lt;/a&gt;. Usually we don't have a chance to exchange pleasantries since she's rushing towards the front to get to a register and i'm usually running around with Barbies in my hand, but 9 times out of ten we usually exchange a smile, which is just as good as a hello in my books. Anyways, we passed by one another and managed to see into her eyes for a brief moment, and again my mind immeadiately thought about the image portrayed to her when she looks at me. It's weird to think about that, mainly because she doesn't see me as often as everyone else I know, and usually the only chance we get to talk is over msn. You don't have to tell me Klla, it doesn't really matter, it's just the thought that intrigues me. But again, what goes on in someone else's eyes? Look at school life for example, you've got over a thousand kids cramped into one building, and each one of them has their own view on what that school looks like, and what each student looks like. It's hard not to think about how people see me, since everyone at BT has seen my face on the morning announcements, but do I look like that guy with acne making his nose look bloodshot red and a 6 foor 5 misfit, or am I just a voice without a face? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever the case may be, I know when I look into a mirror I see a boy desperate to find his place in life. God knows where i'm headed, but unfortunately me and God have yet to get to know one another, and it's truly unfortunate. Jay Brock told me he didn't find God till he was 17. I'm 18 and I haven't found God, but I know in his eyes, i'm constantly changing, and thus a true image can never be revealed. Maybe one day i'll be able to see what exactly changed, but for now i'll keep questioning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-946228923567387466?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/946228923567387466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=946228923567387466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/946228923567387466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/946228923567387466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/03/eyes-have-it.html' title='The Eyes Have It'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-3880362093521684600</id><published>2008-03-17T18:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:00:37.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Looking For Some Courage. She Feels Faithless, She Feels Earthless</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now before we begin, i'd like to let you guys know that i'm having the worst week possible so far and i'm kind of losing faith in my intelligence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I was sitting in my philosophy class and a song started playing in my head. A song about a girl (most songs are), but to me this song is more than that. It's not a love song, but a description of this girl and what she questions, the struggles she goes through. For me, it was the only thing that kept me from wanting to cry. I don't know why, but even as I write this, I find myself gradually slipping into despair. When I hear this song, a different set of lyrics play through my mind, and instead of a young girl it's about a boy. If this sounds anything like the song about the girl, I apologize Raine Maida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every morning is a new day, a new fight, a new struggle, a new light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He wakes up to the same song, day after day, those same words etched into his brain. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he mirror in his bedroom likes to play tricks on his mind, supplying false images of what he should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muscular ain't worth it, being a dreamer just don't cut it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those 5 minutes of shame when he sees himself, get harder everyday. He cries out to sky, expecting answers from above, but God won't listen, he's got to do this on his own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In his mind he's the epitomy of failiure, friendless, souless, selfless, and scared. But his minds a cruel tool, makes him believe what he really shouldn't. Everyday a new friend prayers for his happiness and hopes to God he knows it. Those lonely hours he spends walking the town searching for his purpose questioning life, love and what he can't understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And hope is what he really needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some hope to help him breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's grasping for the surface...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the suface just ain't worth it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me be gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A reminder that I always write my best when I feel like crap. This is a key example of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-3880362093521684600?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/3880362093521684600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=3880362093521684600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/3880362093521684600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/3880362093521684600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-looking-for-some-courage-she-feels.html' title='She&apos;s Looking For Some Courage. She Feels Faithless, She Feels Earthless'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5096407560277020285</id><published>2008-03-11T23:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:33:32.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Body In a Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a song on the new city and colour album that made me think long and hard about what happens when I die. On top of that there's a book i'm reading called "Tuesdays With Morrie" which briefly talked about the same thing. Most people in this world love recieving compliments, and I for one always love to get them. To me it's a real confidence booster and it just really makes my day. For example, I recently met this girl at my school named Amanda, and we've been corresponding over facebook. One of the first things she said to me was "Why are you so freaking nice?". To get a compliment like that just brightened up my day. She even told me that she's never seen me without a smile on my face, which just added onto my euphoria. I know, you guys aren't really seeing a point to my rambling yet, but i'm getting there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So in the song, Dallas Green speaks about death, which has always been a little weird for me to think about, since there's so much I want to do before I do. Now how do compliments relate to death you might ask, well think about it. At what time does someone get the most compliments ever said about them? A FUNERAL! I mean think about, for those of you who have been to a funeral i'm sure you've sat there (especially if you didn't know the person well) wondering what made this person so great, and why you should care about hearing their lifes story. But if you think about, isn't that whats going to happen at your funeral? All your surviving friends will be there, as will your family, and for an hour they get to reminise about the good times you shared with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's where it kicks in. Everyone, at one point or another is going to realize that all those nice things they've said about you, are never going to reach your ears. Doesn't that give off a depressing feeling? I mean think about, when are ever going to hear these great things people think about you ever again? Yeah, people will compliment you from time to time, but what they truly think about you can only be expressed when your gone for good. So here's my plan, well actually it's Morrie Schwartz's plan but none the less i'm using it. When I get older, and can feel my time slowly slipping away, i'm going to have all my friends/family over so they can properly say goodbye. This way, i'll go knowing how they truly feel instead of wondering in the eternal bliss of heaven, what they really think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5096407560277020285?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5096407560277020285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5096407560277020285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5096407560277020285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5096407560277020285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/03/body-in-box.html' title='Body In a Box'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-1226620495939022406</id><published>2008-03-08T18:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:48:29.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Music Makes Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most people know that I love my music. If I didn't have my ipod with me 24/7 i'd probably go insane. So when I found some new songs floating around I knew that i'd be doing a blog about them sooner or later. Oh and the best part about this, is that it's all canadian music. Thats right, all Canadian and it all kicks ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tokyo Police Club - In A Cave : So TPC is back, and they don't disappoint. It's a classic TPC song, the prominent bass line, with the catchy guitar and keyboard rifts that make me wonder why they're not more popular. The big downside with this is that its not their new single. Bands today have this thing they've dubbed "The Myspace Single" and this is unfortunately it. The first official single from their new album "Elephant Shell" is called "Tessellate" and its not coming out until April 21st. So until then this is going to be holding me over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.Sam Roberts - Them Kids: When I first saw this song on the edge's website on the thursday 30 countdown I figured it to be a track of an EP he'd be releasing, but again I checked his myspace page, and much to my suprise it's actually the first single from the new album titled "Love At The End Of The World". Down to the nitty gritty. It's a little different than what I was expecting from Sam Roberts. The opening has this TPC kind of feel to it, but then it goes right into what I love about his music. The song has a little bit of a weird vibe to it, but it works for Sam and the band, so it's worth a listen. I'm probably gonna pick up the album when it comes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Theory Of A Dead Man - So Happy: All you need to know, is that they're Nickelback clones. The song pretty much sounds like everything Nickelback has done, just a bit harder. Listen at your own discretion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neverending White Lights - The World is Darker ft. Auf der Maur: I Love Daniel Victor for creating this band. Although my copy of "Blood And Life Eternal" got stolen and i'm not blaming anyone in particular "Cough" Klla"Cough". Kidding Klla. I managed to save the cd to my laptop so I could listen to it whenever. The song is very dark and gives off this gloomy kind of feel to it. The vocals in it kind of give the creeps, but its kind of expected with Auf Der Maur. For those of you who don't know who she is, I say forshame. Melissa Auf Der Maur was one of the many bass players that graced the amazingly awesome "Smashing Pumpkins". Although she was only around for one album, she still managed to add a little flair to the bass rifts so she's worth checking. Besides SP she also has a solo career going for her. Although I haven't really heard any of her solo work, I can assume from the vocals on NEWL's song, it should be worth a listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Matthew Good Band - Giant: You can't expect me not to put something by MGB up, in my mind they are Gods. Although they're broken up, I still manage to find new faves on their albums. It's weird, i'll listen to an album a few times, and I'll really listen to the singles. After a while, i'll find some new stuff off it, and question why it didn't make it to radio. Giant is a great example of this. The opening with the cheerleaders yelling out how to spell "Kickass" mixed with the perfect timing of the drums entry and then the simplistic, yet increadible guitar opener, is exactly what MGB is about. Definitely worth a listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all for now kids, but if you ever need some good music I post what i'm currently digging, up on the side there. Oh and if you want to listen to any of these tracks, just check out the bands myspace pages. Excluding MGB you should be able to listen to every song I wrote about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-1226620495939022406?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/1226620495939022406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=1226620495939022406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1226620495939022406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1226620495939022406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-music-makes-me-happy.html' title='New Music Makes Me Happy'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-89754867697970184</id><published>2008-03-04T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:43:29.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so this isn't technically a new blog, but i've wanted to do this for a while. Most of you have facebook so i'm sure you've seen your fair share of the "60 things you didn't know about so and so". Well if they can do it, so can I. And I promise I won't make it all self loathing like usual. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.I am a picky eater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.I don't eat deli meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. I only eat one kind of vegatable..carrots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.No matter how many times you tell me that a cow can be made into many different foods all I want is a fucking hamburger. Please don't tell me a meatball tastes the same, because it does not and it will not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. I hate travelling. I prefer staying within the confines of Ancaster/Hamilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. My favourite food is ruffles all dressed chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. I've gone into pizza pizza and just bought garlic dipping sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. I talk to myself and really don't give a shit if anyone hears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9.I believe that one day i'll be out there making a difference in someones life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. I have the most overcactive imagination in the world, although it really doesn't show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. I don't drink or do stupid shit like drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. I can and will hold a grudge for as long as humanly possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. I hate shaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. I've thought about running away almost once a month for the past 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. I honestly and truly dispise my little sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. To me the only sport ever worth playing is dodgeball because chucking a ball as hard as you can into someones stomach only to see them fall is worth the aftermath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. I had a dream that the teenage mutant ninja turtles killed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. I will critisize others because I still judge books by their covers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. I think I can sing and try to almost every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. I own a fucking ipod touch. Be jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. I own two guitars that I hardly play, yet I will constantly imagine myself as a rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. I absolutely positively cannont stand people who are cocky...wu-tang you annonying bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. I, unlike most people, although I always say I hate it, love my job and plan to stay there until i'm done school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. I waited 12 hours in line in front of walmart to buy a nintendo wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. I've figured out that if I want to be a kid again all I have to do is watch my favorite shows from my childhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26. I have this dream to go back in time and change my life to my liking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27. I have this dream where I stop trying to change my past and focus on the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28. To me, celebrity gossip really isn't all that glamorous compared to things you can hear in a highschool hallway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29. I one day want to be a muchmusic vj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30. I've imagined dating almost every girl i've ever talked with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31. I'll trust people who are willing to reveal something personal about themselves to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;32. I wear my heart on my sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;33. I still play pokemon on my old gameboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34. I took guitar lessons for almost a year and a half a didn't improve one bit. I consider it an accomplishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;35. I play tenor sax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36. I want to backpack around the world one day just to see if it's possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37. Christopher "supertramp" McCandless is my hero because he's lived out my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38. The dream he lived out is that he could go off and live in the wilderness without any human interaction. If you wanna learn more read or watch "Into The Wild"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39. I want to get a tatoo that says "hello timebomb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40. I fear dying alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;41. I'm single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;42. My favourite musician is Matthew Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;43. My favourite song is Suburbia by Matthew Good Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;44. I constantly dream of being a famous writer yet I don't take chances to let my work be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;45. I was in love once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;46. I write a blog unde the alias J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47. No matter how many times people tell me they hate the name j-moose I will constantly refer to myself by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;48. I sometimes get to anchor on my schools morning announcements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;49. I onces ate 20 cadbury cream eggs in one sitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50. I am in a constant state of paranoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;51. Some girl that I never met had a crush on me last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;52. I once played the pharoah in joseph and the technacolour dream coat. If your wondering I had to sound like elvis and sing like him. I unfortunately can't do it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;53. There have been numerous speculations that me and my cousin Josh are the same person, he's just 3 years younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;54. My older cousin Scott is someone i've wanted to be like for years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;55. I pretty much have all girl cousins and their all older than me. One of them is 18 and with child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;56. I'm going back to highschool for another year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;57. I still watch digimon. Every single season is on youtube. It's a fucking guilty pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;58. Gordon Downie is a poetic genisu in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;59. I'm a sucker for depressing music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;60. I should really be studying for my philosophy test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-89754867697970184?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/89754867697970184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=89754867697970184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/89754867697970184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/89754867697970184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/03/60-things.html' title='60 Things'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-905098280520791232</id><published>2008-02-28T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:14:32.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BANJO KAZOOIE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePgIGmYv-sY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePgIGmYv-sY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is the only reason I would buy an xbox 360. BANJO'S BACK!!!! *reminise about childhood and the glory days of N64*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-905098280520791232?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/905098280520791232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=905098280520791232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/905098280520791232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/905098280520791232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-only-reason-i-would-buy-xbox.html' title='BANJO KAZOOIE!!!!'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4243233323693994106</id><published>2008-02-25T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:37:30.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Make My Sleepless Nights Complete...Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's weird to keep writing this letter because everytime I stop, I think of something else I want to say. When I got up this morning, the only thing I thought about was working on this till I knew I had something I could be proud of. Here's part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weird advice it may be, but anything I say here will help you in the long run. There is also someone else I would like you to make note of. In fact you met this person around your 10th birthday. I know what your thinking, and trust me when I say this, you two will eventually become inseperable for almost 5 years. I ask that you make those 5 years count, because after that, you hardly see this person and eventually your friendship fades away.  I would also like you to know that you will eventually look up to this person,because he is everything you aspire to be. Popular, goes to parties, has an amazingly beautiful girlfriend, and yet he maintains a friendship with anyone he meets, despite their social ranking. Probably explains why we were such good friends for so long. You will hang off every single word this person says and try your best to imitate him....Don't. Trying to be someone your not is the wrong way to go through life. It's just not worth it. Just take the good times as they come and don't ask for anything more. Now,I ask that you do something for me, besides listen to my words. Close your eyes and imagine your perfect world. I know what your thinking of and why you choose it, but know that we still haven't found it yet. The unique thing about you is that, no matter how much you deny it, you have a huge imagination. I mean that you think up some of the most outrageous things ever. It's quite fun to think up some of these ideas, because has farfetched as they may be, some day you can possibly help your son or daughter make your dreams come true. I'm not saying to live vicariously through him, because that would just be wrong, but you can teach him all the things you wanted to learn in your youth. You know there are countless days i'll spend going for walks and imagining the things in life that could have been. For me, I can't right any of the wrongs I made, and truthfully I wouldn't want to. They made me who I am, so I see no reason to change that.  I ask this of you as a final request, don't be swept up by a life that could have been. You should be proud of the one you have. I end with this, looks may capture attention, but personality captures the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although there are tons of other things I could have written in there, I think my 10 year old self will understand what i'm saying. Hopefully all of you understand what i'm saying. Remember when you were 10, all the dreams you had and the whole world waiting for you to embrace it. I still grasp at it from time to time, but my grip isn't good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4243233323693994106?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4243233323693994106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4243233323693994106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4243233323693994106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4243233323693994106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-make-my-sleepless-nights.html' title='To Make My Sleepless Nights Complete...Part 2'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5047020349465783746</id><published>2008-02-20T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:44:10.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Make My Sleepless Night Complete...Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So combining the inspiration that Klla just gave me, which would be the title above this post, and the amazing lyrics of Dallas Green and Gord Downie, i've decided to write a new blog. I'm going to share a line for you guys from the song "Sleeping Sickness", done by the artists mentioned above. It appears on City And Colour's new album so if you haven't heard it yet, this is why. All I ask is that you give the song a listen, and if you don't like it, then I can't really apologize because you obviously have no taste. I'm not joking either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Someone come and save my life. Maybe i'll sleep when I am dead, but now it's like the night is taking sides. With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind, could it be, this misery will suffice?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had this little stroke of genius a few days ago, and i've been trying to figure out how to put in words. For those of you who go to BT with me you know that in grade 9 religion we got asked to make a little time capsule for ourselves to read at our graduation. One such item that we put in it was a letter to our future self. I honestly don't remember what I wrote on the letter, or that I even wrote it, but the idea for this blog is based off that. If you look a few blogs below I wrote about the conversation I had with Eric and what I said about changing the littlest detail could affect you in the long run, or something similar to that. Well my idea here is to write a letter to my younger self. My 10 year old self to be exact. From what I can remember the person I hated being for around 7 years began to develop at that age, so I thought it would be a neat idea to write a letter to him, not a warning about how to avoid the trials and tibulations he's going to go through in those 7 years, but more of advice on how to deal with. The way I see it, is that if I had someone looking out for me back then, I wouldn't have hated myself for so long. Then again, knowing me, if I had recieved a letter like the one i'm about to write, I probably would have thrown it out and not cared about what was said. Oh and i'll still be referring to myself as j-moose in the letter, even though you all know who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good day to you my friend. Yes, I've said good day, and I say it quite often, or should I say we say it quite often. I guess an explanation would be in order, since i'm sure you won't believe this if not properly explained. I'm you, just 8 years into the future. I can think of no reason to believe in what i'm about to write other than this, you have begun questioning the basic principals of your life, and for once, although you are afraid to admit it, you don't want to be alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where to begin, since there's so many things I could say. For starters, the next 7 years are going to be filled with sorrow and pain. Why you might ask? It's because of what your going to become. Your going to be in pain for numerous reasons, heartbreak, the loss of friends, the days when you just hate everyone around you and wish nothing more than to be left alone, only to suffer more as a result. Love, yes love, with the only girl you've ever liked. She'll break your heart and in return you'll break hers. Of course you'll have other crushes but you won't find someone who has those mutual feelings for you, at least I haven't found anyone yet. Your going to go through most of elementary school, and high school friendless, because really it is only now that there are 4 people in our life that we can trust. One, will bring you closer to God, another will show you that your not alone, and that we all have our own burdens to carry. One will be your only guy friend and although you might not see him as one at first, he's someone i'd fight with anyday. The last will, although she doesn't really know it, show you how pure love can be, because you get the honour of watching her fall for someone she never expected to love. Trust me, these four have something special about them, just know that you'll be waiting a while to find them. I would also like you to know, that there will be 3 others who will act as wolves in sheeps clothing. You'll trust them at first, but really they only bring you pain in the end. Another thing to know is that, your not the brightest bulb in the box. It's unfortunatr really, since according to our grade 8 teacher, we could do advanced math with the smart kids. I would advise you to keep that a secret, because one of those 3 who hurt you, will use this against you multiple times and it'll hurt a lot. Keep this in mind though, you do have the potential to do well, because i've seen what happens when we try. All you can really do is answer each question with your own unique twist on it. Weird advice, but trust me it'll help......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;part 2 of this will be written tomorrow, because i'm tried and need rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5047020349465783746?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5047020349465783746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5047020349465783746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5047020349465783746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5047020349465783746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-make-my-sleepless-night-completepart.html' title='To Make My Sleepless Night Complete...Part 1'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-1593169206855474328</id><published>2008-02-18T17:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:13:10.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadians Are Always Willing To Go That Extra Mile For Charity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZIqZqPRHUA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZIqZqPRHUA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who knew musicians could actually be somewhat funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-1593169206855474328?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/1593169206855474328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=1593169206855474328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1593169206855474328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1593169206855474328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/02/canadians-are-always-willing-to-go-that.html' title='Canadians Are Always Willing To Go That Extra Mile For Charity'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-6905022001129975685</id><published>2008-02-17T18:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:27:25.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got As High As A Kite On Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's kind of weird that i'm on this page right now, as I had no intention of writing here today, but something out of the ordinary is occuring right now, and I feel the need to write about it. I'm sure i've mentioned before, in at least one blog, about my friend Kristina, whom I hold very close to my heart, and her boyfriend Eric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About 10 mintues ago, Eric started talking with me over msn, and of course I figured it would be just like any conversation with one of my friends. Surpisingly enough, he said that he had a question for me. Now, when I first read it I thought, maybe he was going to ask me something about Kristina, or how my ipod was working, since he helped me fix it a while back. This was different though. When I read his question, it kind of came as a bit of a suprise, since I never really thought i'd anyone would ask me this.This is the question he proposed to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"u act as u missed so much in life right, and u seem to like to protray this image that u r quite content and unhappy..or r u happy and just like to express what u think u should have done?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow. When I read it, two things went through my mind. First, what provoked him to ask this question? I remembered that Kristina had said she'd shown him a few of my past blogs, back when I starting writing on here, but it seemed liked there had to be a driving force behind this. Secondly, how do I answer him? My mind came up with about a thousand different ways to respond to this question, and yet from all of those I couldn't seem to choose one. So i calmed myself a little bit and simply said this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's hard to say. i mean, there are so many chances i wanted to take and so many things i've wanted to do, but i never made the motion to do so. it's not to say that i'm unhappy because i've always managed to find something else to try and do, but there's that questioning that occurs when i think about if i had decided to travel down a different path"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's funny to think about that answer. Most days when I remember something from my past I will completely over-analyse the situation and try to figure out why I did what I did and what would have happened if I had done just one thing differently. To me, not knowing what could have been is one of the hardest things i'll have to live through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After I responded Eric asked me another question, to which I feel I could have answered a bit better. He asked whats with me and no girlfriend. Ok, so I kind of didn't really have an answer for it, since I do want a girlfriend. So here's my real response, and believe me it's going to sound a little weird, but it's honestly what I believe. To me, having a girlfriend right now is something that is unlikely to happen for the following reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I have yet to meet a girl interested in me as more than a friend. And it's not a bad thing, because being single is sometimes pretty fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Out of the women at BT and wal-mart 95% in each place are skanks/sluts. Sorry, i'm just not into that kind of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hurt the only girl I ever loved in a bad way. I prayed to God one night and asked him this. "If I can just be her friend again, it won't matter how long I have to wait. I ruined my true love and for that I will wait as long as I have to, to find someone new". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, it sounds kind of weird, but i'm not one to lie during my blogs, it's just not my style. So here's the deal kids. I'm not going to look for someone new, because I believe that I already have that someone in my life. No it's not my ex, but it's someone that I won't expect at all. I'm going to find someone that I probably would never think of as more than a friend, and when I do, I know that it'll be good, for me and her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until next time my fellow bloggers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-6905022001129975685?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/6905022001129975685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=6905022001129975685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6905022001129975685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6905022001129975685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-kind-of-weird-that-im-on-this-page.html' title='I Got As High As A Kite On Friday Night'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-7497261287072169692</id><published>2008-02-10T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:55:25.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back By Popular Demand, With A Hint Of The V-Day Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good dy everybody! J-moose is back! I know I haven't really done a formal blog for a while, but tonight i'm finally in the mood for a good blog! First order of business is news I guess, since it's been a little while. Um...I'm 18 now! Yes thats right kids, J-moose can now vote, and buy lottery tickets! Anything that comes with this age is either something I could care less about, or it's just generally degrading to women, if you know what i'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides my being 18, one of the biggest days of the year is coming up this thursday. No, not winter-een-mass, not easter, not flag day, not st.patricks day, not arbor day. No, this is the holiday that turns men into snivelling little powder puffs. This is the holiday where if you've got money to spend on a significant other, then don't be expecting to get that big screen tv next week. It's....*sigh*....valentines day. WAIT! Before you people decide to pelt me with candy hearts and box's of chocolates that have gone stale and will hurt if they hit me, let me explain my reasoning for not liking this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here's the scoop, valentines day has become one of the most commerical days of the year. Yes, there are still those guys who will think outside of the box and give their girlfriend something meaningful and not something worth over $300. I mean, expensive gifts are nice and all, but really what kind of message are you sending to that special someone if all your focusing on, is how much money you've got to spend on them to make them happy? To me it seems as if valentines day has lost it's true meaning, being that it's about love and spending time with your special person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's look at it this way. What happiness does money bring to a relationship on valentines day? Ok, you might be able to buy one big expensive gift, or get them tons of small gifts. But honestly, if you have to use money as your way to get true love, then sadly you don't understand the point of this day. Example: My 4 best friends all have a significant other, whom they all care for deeply. I'm pretty sure that when I asked Felicia what she got Giacomo, i'm pretty sure she told me at least 3/4 of what she had planned was hand made!! Come on people, it's not that hard a concept to grasp.  I know if I was in a relationship, i'd want my gift for my girlfriend to mean something special to her, and vice versa. I would hate to get some $300 gift and be like, "I made yours sweetie" cause then i'd look like a piece of crap. Ok, enough with V-Day blogging, back to work on my new peom/song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-Moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-7497261287072169692?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/7497261287072169692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=7497261287072169692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7497261287072169692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7497261287072169692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-by-popular-demand-with-hint-of-v.html' title='Back By Popular Demand, With A Hint Of The V-Day Love'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-34268727518589361</id><published>2008-02-09T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:08:34.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Emo Thing I Could Have Ever Written</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorrow is, my sweetest sin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm careful of the skin i'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far from grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The killer in my soul has no future home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's all sin and bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The memories I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are the most wonderful lies i've made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't regret them anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hidden beneath my skin, i'm sure that i'll win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the killers and cops with sins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;created from memories of my broken mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Underneath myself, i'll wander through my hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crouching into disbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As these days go by, i'll to fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and hide inside the clouds in the darkened sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Count your loved ones out of this mindless hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know where they'll fit into place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crawl away from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me what you see, your know that your not free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your just as fucked as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Killers and Sinners Live In My Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-34268727518589361?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/34268727518589361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=34268727518589361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/34268727518589361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/34268727518589361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/02/most-emo-thing-i-could-have-ever.html' title='The Most Emo Thing I Could Have Ever Written'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4310489345151774788</id><published>2008-01-30T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:32:19.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FALCON PUNCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNvbPzSTpPI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNvbPzSTpPI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is why Kirby is the greatest thing to happen to videogames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4310489345151774788?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4310489345151774788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4310489345151774788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4310489345151774788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4310489345151774788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/falcon-punch.html' title='FALCON PUNCH!'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-649510805393701330</id><published>2008-01-30T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:57:17.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hard Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading Klla's latest blog and the last little bit she wrote caught my attention. It dealt with people leaving, and possibly this being the last time you see them. Its sucks to think about that kind of thing now, since my small group of friends won't be heading to university for a while, but this thought intrigues me. The more I think about how hard its gonna be to say goodbye, the more I wonder if its actually true that i'll rarely, if not never, talk to them again. Considering my experiences in the friendship field within the last year have led me to believe that most people at BT are backstabbing, moronic idiots. I mean I lost 3 people who I thought i'd at least be talking to until the end of highschool. Then again, one of them flat out told me she wouldn't be speaking to me when she leaves for university (that was about 2 years ago). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's weird thinking that I might not talk to some of these people again. These are the people i've watched grow for the past 4 years. I mean you never realize how much you change but the more I look back on my highschool life, the more I see how different I used to be and how different a lot of people used to be. To say i'm smart would be a lie, and my grades reflect this quite a bit. It's one of the reasons i'm staying back another year of highschool. It's gonna be like starting all over again for me. From the first day of grade 9 I never once felt like I fit in. There were a few people that I called friends, but even with them I was the odd one out. In my mind I knew that one day i'd be completely alone again, just like elementary school. No, wait, i'm pretty sure Jenae, being a year younger than me, will still be at BT, so technically not alone, just devoid of people my age. Besides Jenae, I really don't have anyone. I was thinking about what i'm gonna do during my lunch hours next year and where i'll sit, since the table I usually sit at will probably be filled with miner niners and i'm not sitting anywhere near them. I would hate to sit somewhere I don't feel welcome and then have all these kids stare at me like "What does he think he's doing?". Although this won't be happening for a few more months, it's just something i've been pondering for the last few days, so I figured i'd share. You know what, i'm gonna write a new poem. Not gonna post it with those blog, but within the next few days I think i'll have something relating to this topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-Moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-649510805393701330?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/649510805393701330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=649510805393701330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/649510805393701330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/649510805393701330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/hard-goodbyes.html' title='The Hard Goodbyes'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-4233852422507444318</id><published>2008-01-28T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:46:34.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Willie Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You would think that i'd have other things to do with my time off this week, but I always end up on youtube looking up music videos and other random things or on wikipedia searching for album reviews or new movies that my favourite actors are working on. Today I felt like looking up big willie himself Will Smith. Yes, Will Smith, the one and only fresh prince of bel-air. Who doesn't know the words to the theme song for that show? Anyways, most of you probably know that at one point and time Will was somewhat of a musician. In fact before he was acting, he was rapping with DJ Jazzy Jeff, or just Jazz for those of you who remember the character from the fresh prince. Anywho, I was looking up Will's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Will_Smith#Filmography"&gt;filmography&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Will_Smith_discography"&gt;discography &lt;/a&gt;and suprisingly enough I remebered that I actually owned one of his albums, Willenium. Suprisingly enough its the only rap album I own. Anyways, I decided i'd go check out some of his music videos on youtube, and damn I honestly forgot how catchy some of his music is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For example: Getting Jiggy with it (1998) . Who the hell didn't dance to this song back in the day. Although this may not have been Will's best song, it was damn catchy and sold him a shit load of albums. This was definitely big willie style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Skip ahead 7  or 8 and years and you get, Switch: Swith was pretty much the worst piece of garbage that he could have called music. Although the beat for it is pretty good, the whole song is not something i'd call big willie style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So with this being  a new year, and his new album slated for release sometime soon, i'm hoping that we get big willie style, cause frankly, lil willie stlye ain't for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-4233852422507444318?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/4233852422507444318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=4233852422507444318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4233852422507444318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/4233852422507444318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-willie-style.html' title='Big Willie Style'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-7463727289296138671</id><published>2008-01-23T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:55:53.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AVUiCq8F2eY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AVUiCq8F2eY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a lesson from mr.leary kids, your either gonna grow up smart and avoid getting bb's in the eye, or your gonna be some dumb ass moron who sticks their hand in an oven because it looks fun. Makes me wonder why parents kept me after the first 5 times i did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-7463727289296138671?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/7463727289296138671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=7463727289296138671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7463727289296138671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7463727289296138671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-lesson-from-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-3250044243889057985</id><published>2008-01-23T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:29:27.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your That Desperate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should be studying but this is just too good a blog topic to pass up. You guys know how i'm constantly whining about how I don't have a significant other right? Well i've found something that makes me being single actually look like a good thing, because i'm not desperate to the point where I would do this.  By this i'm referring to the gimmick going on at my favourite radio station 102.1 the edge. The idiots who call themselves the Dean Blundel morning show have decided that Todd, one of the hosts, needs to find himself a woman, but not just to date, to marry. Thats right, their trying to find Todd a fiance. At first I found this hilarious and kind of shrugged it off, mainly because i've got other things to occupy my time with. But those other things can only hold me over for so long, and I decided to check out the page with&lt;a href="http://www.edge.ca/contests/find_todd_a_fiancee_ladies.cfm"&gt; potential women &lt;/a&gt;for Todd to marry. Personally I don't find any of them all that attractive, but the things they said on the survey about themselves make me a little more greatful that i'm not in my 20's and i'm still single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Little advice to some of these potential women, not wearing an underwear is not attractive. Not in the least bit. I pity you Todd, and the women that are trying to win your affections. People let me put this in terms everyone can understand. If your so desperate to find someone that you'd resort to doing something similar to the Batchelor, then you honestly don't deserve to call what you end up with true love or some sort of a relationship. Sorry folks thats just the way it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-3250044243889057985?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/3250044243889057985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=3250044243889057985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/3250044243889057985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/3250044243889057985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-that-desperate.html' title='Your That Desperate'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5091183402440427060</id><published>2008-01-22T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:23:58.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination Procastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First off, my deepest condelences to Heath Ledger's family and friends. Although I probably never would have met Heath at any point in my life time, I do feel sorry for those who care for him. But enough of the sadness, i'm feeling up to writing about my exam from this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So like I said, this morning I had my first exam of semester one, and i'm happy to say I think I did pretty good. Then again I thought I did good on my math exam last year, but that didn't seem to be the case when I got my final mark. Anyways, something i've noticed through every exam i've sat through, I have the tendency to kind of just sit there and watch the people around me furiously scribble at their 20 sheets of paper. It's weird, I know I should be working on my own exam, but the idea of watching others try to rack their brains for knowledge that doesn't exist has this weird yet intriguing feel to it. For example, today while writing my exam my only pen ran out, so for 20 minutes I sat there waiting for the minute a teacher would come by to help some poor unfortunate student, causing someone to turn around and allow me to ask them for another pen. In that 20 minute time frame I began pondering my willingness to complete the exam before me, because if I cared more I would have just asked within 5 minutes of my pen running out of ink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead I began thinking up a list of new ways for me to figure out how to obtain a new pen and things I did try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.Bug a teacher for one, thus embaressing myself in front of countless others for not being more prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Disrupt the deep train of thought of someone writing the biology exam beside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Lean back as far as I possibly can and hit Meghans desk, forcing her to acknowledge me and possibly giving me a new pen (kind of did this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Kick the chair of the girl in front of me and bug her for a pen. God knows disrupting someone who doesn't really like me as it is would make me look so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Sit there and scribble on my last sheet of fulscap knowing very well that no ink would come out. (Although it kept me entertained for 10 minutes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Crane my neck around multiple times, stretch my arms and back out, crack every knuckle on each of my fingers. (repeated 3 times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Eventually managed to get Bocock's attention and got a new pen (actually happened)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This list kind of explains why i'm going back for another year of highschool. I have no attentionspan what so ever and i'm damn proud of it. Still unsure if this is a good thing or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5091183402440427060?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5091183402440427060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5091183402440427060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5091183402440427060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5091183402440427060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/examination-procastination.html' title='Examination Procastination'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-52143022335011354</id><published>2008-01-20T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:43:57.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name Is Jonas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My name is Jonas, pretty much owns my ipod right now. But thats not that important, the important thing is that we establish the issue at hand. The issue is why exams suck and why I should be downstairs playing guitar hero or some other game which I haven't beaten yet. Be it zelda, which i got when i bought my wii a year and a half ago, or metroid, which i got 6 months ago. Can we say nerd? But really, lets discuss exams for a few minutes. This semester I have 2 exams, studies in literature and Western European History. Now, off the top of your heads, which do you think is gonna be harder? If you said that history one, then you obviously have more intellegience than me, because if I knew of the pain and suffering brought on by this course, I never would have taken it. The course is just one migrain after another. Let's backtrack a bit though, so I can give some insight to those of you who aren't in my class, as the only ones will really care about this are me and Kristina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The course started with a really cool teacher name mr.difederico. He actually made this stuff fun to learn about, and I actually understood it. Then, not even a month into the first semester, he rips his achiles heel, and tells us he won't be back until semester 2. At first I was a little disappointed, mainly because I liked the guy and was hoping to actually pass a course with something over 71%. For around 3 weeks we had a supply, who knew absolutely nothing about history, no matter how much she claimed she did. This was ok for me, since i'm a laid back type of person and all that mattered was getting a good grade. Boy did that come back to bite me in the ass. One glorious monday morning I walked in and noticed our supply and another women. We were told that she would be our new teacher for the rest of the semester. Well this lady turned out to be the teacher from hell. I literally mean that this women has no sense of decency or compassion for other living beings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So first day in, i'll assume the class was expecting a decent teacher that would just get us through the semester with no problems. Well, karma being the bitch that it is, decided to pay us back for all the slacking we did with the supply.  This lady was off her rocker. We began having a discussion about the renaissance and whenever we tried to counter something she said with something that proved her wrong, we got yelled at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One guy, by accident, thought that she had acknowledged him and began saying that she had gotten something wrong. Well didn't she turn around yell at him, then pull him out of the class and have a nice 10 minutes discussion with him about how he was rude and disrespectful, for a common mistake.  This has happend all semester. Kristina actually feels sick when she goes into that classroom. I fall asleep most classes, but I smart enough to wake up everytime I hear her move to close to my desk, although last week she caught me snoozing, which I had to hear about for 2 days straight. She even told other teachers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I never see her face or hear her voice again it'll be too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-52143022335011354?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/52143022335011354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=52143022335011354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/52143022335011354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/52143022335011354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-name-is-jonas.html' title='My Name Is Jonas'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-7040091698758733153</id><published>2008-01-15T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:40:34.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusting Down The Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm supposed to be doing homework, but i've ended up listening to the same song for most of the night. Most of you have probably heard it, or at least heard of the band. The song is called Dusting Down The Stars, and it's by Mobile.  The first time I heard this song was quite a few months ago when the video for it premiered on muchmusic. I never really payed attention to it, but I knew it was there. Then when I began to get all of my music from my big computer to laptop I realized it was the one song by Mobile that I hadn't downloaded yet. Something had changed about the song though. I can't put my finger on it, but when I listen to it now, it gives me this weird notion in the pit of my stomach. I'm not too sure why, but it's the same thing that used to happen when I had some sort of realization or reached a turning point in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I could be feeling right now, but it's something that makes me want to leave Ancaster, and just never come back. This song makes seems to urge me to leave everyone I know and just go out into the vastness of earth and see what i'm missing. I know i've posted blogs like this before and everytime I say that these feelings are different, but honestly I wouldn't keep writing about them if think there was a reason for it. I said in a previous post that i've been reading the novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Into The Wild&lt;/span&gt; , a tale about someone who kind of felt the same way I do. Although his intentions for leaving his friends and family are different than mine, I see a resemblance in myself to the main character &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris McCandless&lt;/span&gt;. McCandless, unlike me, was a pretty popular guy during his highschool and university years. He did tons of extra-curricular activities and was known by almost everyone. When most people hear his tale they almost don't believe that someone with his talents would have wasted them on such a stupid dream and actually go and live in the Alaskan bush. Those people are morons. Dreamers are some of the best people in this world. When someone tells me that they think that no one out there understands what they go through and how they want to be somewhere else doing something meaningful, I feel like slapping them as hard as I can. It pisses me off to think that someone can be so conceited as to belive that they're so special that they deserve help and attention. Stop it fucking feeling like shit and actually make your dreams come true. It's great you don't wanna be here,  now stop telling me about it and actually do it!! So many people make the claim that they wanna change and become better people, yet 5 minutes later I hear them whining about their problems again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny though, most teenagers are usually whining about relationship stuff, and i'll admit i've done my fair shair if it as well, but it's not fucking worth it. Constantly it's, "I like this person, this person and this person." Question:&lt;br /&gt;If you like said person then why don't you talk to them?!?! I've heard people tell me they like 5 different people but have actually never talked to said people. How the hell do you do that? I can't understand that concept. If you like someone, at least make the bloody effort to try and talk to them. If you can't even do that, then I think that you don't deserve to be with anyone. How can someone feel a connection to another person without even talking to them just once? Can someone explain that to me, because i'm dying to know. FUCK!!!! This is just pointless people. You wanna know you what really has to be done, because believe me i'm dying to tell you. Eliminate almost everything your judging these people on and do what your heart wants. I know, sounds corny, but if you can't do that, you don't deserve to say you like someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-moose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-7040091698758733153?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/7040091698758733153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=7040091698758733153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7040091698758733153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7040091698758733153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/dusting-down-stars.html' title='Dusting Down The Stars'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-6682671673551442752</id><published>2008-01-15T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:31:50.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, Not What I'd Usually Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Among my many searches throughout the internet i've come across something that I found to be kinda funny, or at least it is to me. Most of you probably remember a little show called Star Trek, and how it spawned movies and tv spinoffs much like CSI or Law and Order. Well i'm sure most trekkie fans have heard that J.J Abrams is directing a brand new film for it. Now don't be thinking i'm a nerd because i'm writing about star trek, because I personally think it is complete crap, but when I read the cast listing I just laughed my ass off.  First off who knows who Simon Pegg is? If you've seen either Shawn of the dead or hot fuzz then you'll know who i'm talking about. He's in the new star trek movie. At first I thought it was some kind of joke because I read this on wikipedia, but after reading it somewhere else, I found it to be true. I seriously can't take Simon as an irish guy who constantly worries about dying in the vast depths of space. If anything i'd think he'd make this into a comedy more than an action flick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondly there's the guy who's going to play sulu. For those of you who aren't nerdish, i'm simplify. Sulu is asian and he's one of the main characters. I honestly don't know much more about him, nor do I care. But when I saw who was playing him, again I laughed. John Cho. For those of you who don't remember him, i'll give a little background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;American Pie: the guy who keeps calling stiflers mom a milf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Harold And Kumar Go To White Castle: Harold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now come on, how the hell can you make an action movie with Simon Pegg and John Cho and not think of Harold pulling out a bong or Nicholas Angel not having guns coming out the wazoo. I honesty can't imagine not laughing at this film if I go see it when it comes out next christmas. All joking aside, i've got a presentation to work on, which i've been able to avoid doing for 2 days in row thanks the incompetence of my english teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-6682671673551442752?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/6682671673551442752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=6682671673551442752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6682671673551442752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/6682671673551442752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-not-what-id-usually-say.html' title='I know, Not What I&apos;d Usually Say'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5777347436532207617</id><published>2008-01-12T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:39:19.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Started Out Fun, Yet Ended With Me Cursing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just had this huge realization about my posting on this page. I've never once talked about my job at Wal-Mart. Or if I have i've forgotten and i'm not up for digging through previous entries, although i'm pretty sure I haven't. For starters, I began at my job in the summer of 2006 starting out as a member of the "store set" team. That was probably one of the best jobs at the store. All I did, everyday was go to the wal-mart warehouse and play cards everyday. The warehouse was pretty awesome, we had pumptruck races, we had one of those ice cream freezers you see in esso, and we got to smash stuff into tiny little pieces. What more could a guy ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This pretty much went on for around 2 months before I had to go back to high school and most of the warehouse guys left for university. The few of us left from store set now had to find a department from within the store to work in. Most people would assume I tried to get into electronics, but with almost everyone left from store set and some other associates from around the store, I played it smart and did the next best thing, by applying for the department right next to it. TOYS!! Yes I work in a toy department, and i've been there for a little over a year now. It's pretty cool in there, although I usually avoid doing all that much work, which kind of makes me wonder why I haven't been fired yet. Example: yesterday one of the managers told me to change all the front endcaps to clearance and then moves all the stuff on them into new homes. At first I had my other toy guy, Paul giving me a hand. Since I had to take my dinner at 5 to ensure there would be someone covering the department while I was gone, Paul finished up one of the endcaps for me. When I came back I ended up talking to the peope in electronics for a good chunk of an hour before I decided to go for my last break. Then when I came back I was pulled to the truck for the last hour and a half of my shift. In conclusion, my department looked like shit when I left, although electronics was supposed to zone* it for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Zone means to make everything look nice. So put away returns, pull products forward and make the department look good for your department manager when they come in monday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Swas is a certain group of departments that an assistant manager attends to. My swas currently consists of Electronics, Toys, Sporting Goods, Automotive, and Hardware. I'm trained to work in all of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You would think that this job seems like fun and games, but really it's not. The biggest, if not worst downside is the management. At first I really didn't mind management too much, mainly because I never dealt with them. When I first started working in toys my manager was Christine Oarsen. Christine was pretty cool and usually she'd give me easy jobs or tell me to stay the hell out of electronics. Other than that she was ok. After about a year of having her, she became manager of another swas* and I got a new manager named Mark. At first I wanted to kill Mark, mainly because he treated everyone like a total jerk. Kind of like my history teacher. But his reign was short lived, and I got a new manager named Liz. To me, Liz was a pretty cool manager. She never came and bugged me in toys and she always changed my schedule to my liking. Although almost everyone else in my swas hated her with a burning passion, I never really had an issue. Then the unthinkable happened. Liz was transferred out almost as quickly as Mark was and guess who was now in control of my swas yet again...MARK!!!  Ok so the first time around I never really gave the guy a chance, and really once I got to know him, he kinda grew on me. But this wouldn't be all that interesting if I Mark stayed on. This past weekend Mark was transferred to another store and I got a new manager named Darren. Now Darren had been a manager at my store before Mark, he was just in charge of a different swas. Didn't mean I didn't have to put up with his bullcrap. The guy has no idea how the store actually works. For example, during an 8 hour shift associates are entitled to an hour long lunch, so I of course went for my mine during one of saturday 8am-4pm shifts. For almost the entire hour Darren paged me non-stop. Taylor from electronics got tired of it and called him and told him I was on lunch. Still he paged me. So when I came back I called him and asked what the big emergency was. He told me that someone wanted to know if we were getting more pool chemicals in. NOT FUCKING WORTH AN HOUR OF PAGING FOR!!! I actually was astonished at how he couldn't just ask another associate or tell the customers who were looking for it to call back when my department manager was in. (swas and deparment manager are 2 completely different things) The same thing happened this past weekend. He called me trying to see if we sold a certain product in hardware. I WORK IN THE BLOODY TOY DEPARTMENT!! NOT HARDWARE!!! Oh and it gets better. This is the conversation that occured between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Why don't you ask Jordan in hardware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid Moron: Well where is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: I don't know. Why don't you page him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Idiot: Can you go look around the back rooms for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Why don't you page him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whiny Stupid Moron: Well I don't know where he is. Can you go check the break room for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now lets review. What did Whiny Stupid Moron do wrong? HE DIDN'T ACTUALLY PAGE HIM!! I actually coulnd't believe he would't page him, yet wanted me to go look for him. The stupidity of some people is just increadible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, i'm supposed to be doing an essay, so until next time people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5777347436532207617?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5777347436532207617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5777347436532207617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5777347436532207617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5777347436532207617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/started-out-fun-yet-ended-with-me.html' title='Started Out Fun, Yet Ended With Me Cursing'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-2268525464529652062</id><published>2008-01-10T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:34:16.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Frantic So Load Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, it's true, i'm back with a new blog!! I know, your all very excited as am I because i'm pretty sure i've got a bit to say. First off i'll tell you to look at the right side of your screen at the new list of songs i'm digging at the moment. Snazzy ain't it? Instead of being songs that help it's been changed to songs i'm digging at the moment which i'll be updating as frequently. Also, i've managed to start my new years resolution list. For the time being we can half check the part about being more social. I am now part of a youth group called LIFT which I started last friday. I had such an amazing time there. Some of the things the leader of LIFT spoke about kinda made me rethink a lot of what I thought I knew. Plus I met some pretty cool people and i'm really excited to keep going back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a point and time in every guys life (no matter how much they'll deny it) that they have this obsession with a musical instrument, be it guitar, drums, bass or anything. For me i've had this happen to me a fair few times. When I was younger I wanted nothing more than to play the drums. I asked for them for two years straight and my parents never gave in. So the urge to play went away. When i was 14 the urge to play guitar kicked in. I'd been listening to a lot of green day, U2 and billy talent so naturally I wanted to break out a guitar and play some Longview, Sunday Bloody Sunday or River Below. This time my parents gave in. I ended up taking lessons for about a year, but they didn't really pay off. Usually I'd bring in a song i'd wanna learn and my teacher would listen to the track a few times then teach me the song. Pretty lame to do for over a year. From there on out I just played guitar whenever the mood struck me. Like yesterday for example, I picked it up and started trying to play Bobcaygeon by the tragically hip. It didn't sound good but I strummed away regardless of the wrong notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, now I have this weird urge to learn how to play harmonica. I haven't actually listened to a lot of songs with harmonica parts in them but learning how to play would be pretty awesome in my books. I actually can't get the thought of going out to the park by my house, sitting in a tree and just playing some harmonica....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-2268525464529652062?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/2268525464529652062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=2268525464529652062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/2268525464529652062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/2268525464529652062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-frantic-so-load-me-up.html' title='I&apos;m Frantic So Load Me Up'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-1991897496633268387</id><published>2008-01-09T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T18:16:02.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SORRY!!! I've been busy doing other things and I haven't really had the time to write a new blog. Although tons of stuff has happened in the past little bit I just haven't had a chance to gather my thoughts into something new for you guys. The next 2 weeks are gonna be even harder for me to blog since i've got exams and such, but don't worry i'm still here and i'm still blogging.  In fact i've already got one started as a draft, but i'm a little stumped as to how i'm gonna finish it. It's a brief summary about something I attended last friday night that has made me feel more confident in my faith in God, which is something I usually steer clear of. It's also a little bit of a thank you to my friend Jenae for bringing me to it. So here's the deal, by the end of the week i'm gonna try and have a new blog up for viewing pleasure and I promise I won't disappoint. Until then my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-1991897496633268387?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/1991897496633268387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=1991897496633268387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1991897496633268387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1991897496633268387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here!!!!'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-1657139721638228448</id><published>2008-01-04T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:30:02.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement Day Is Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll assume that the majority of you out there use facebook. If not, your either smart enough to realize that it will consume a good part of your day leaving no time for a social life, or you hate being part of society and live under a rock. Personally I can't get enough of facebook. I pretty much live off of it. For the past week i've been on it non-stop till about 3 am, which is pretty sad since it leaves no time for sleep. I'll skip right to the point. Almost 2 weeks ago while on one of my friends pages I noticed on the list of things that she did today, it said that someone had clicked yes on her. Intrigued I clicked on the link for it and it led me to the hot or not application. For those who don't know what hot or not is, i'll explain. Hot Or Not allows people to either click on someone they'd like to meet from the surrounding area, or rate someone out of 10. Now usually I steer clear of these things mainly because I hate being judged by someone random, especially if they're only basing me on what they see and the brief description I give.  None the less I decided i'd give it a try and see what would happen. I began by inviting 20 people to join hot or not so that I could get "Primary Placement" meaning that more girls would rate or see if they wanted to meet me.  After that I went and rated a few girls and clicked on at least 50 girls I would wanna meet. From there it was all about the waiting game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So after a few days of waiting I checked on my ratings and on how many girls would want to meet me.  My overall rating was 5.2. Pretty crappy right? well i won't lie, the picture of me is pretty bad. It's just some webcam pic I took and my webcam is crap so I can't complain. Then I checked on some of the girls who were interested in me. Suprisingly enough I got 7 girls, who I also clicked on saying that i'd like to meet them, that wanted to meet me. I was kind of suprised since some of them are pretty attractive and if they based judgement on the pic of me, then they must (or at least i'd hope) be good people. Now of course i'm never going to meet any of these girls, nor would I ever want to, but knowing that there's a chance for me to find a significant other is always a good feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-1657139721638228448?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/1657139721638228448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=1657139721638228448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1657139721638228448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/1657139721638228448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/judgement-day-is-everyday.html' title='Judgement Day Is Everyday'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-8462409328007636685</id><published>2008-01-02T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T02:31:45.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that i've got your attention with false advertising that I have a date, here's a new blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm looking at the clock on my computer and the time reads 1:48 am. Almost everyone I know is sleeping right now, yet I feel the strange urge to stay awake. I wasn't planning on doing a new blog today, although I multiple new topics came to me throughout the day. When I think about them right now, they were all pretty dull and stupid. I think that when I have an idea for a blog I should just ignore it, mainly because it's usually something not worth writing about or it's some spur of the moment idea that has no place on this page. I've got too much time on my hands this week, yet at the same time I don't. I've got a presentation due monday, and i'm not sure, but I might have an essay due as well. Although with the essay I have to read a book and although i'm already 4 chapters into said book, it's really not what I expected. The book is called "Into the Wild". Some of you might recognize it from the movie that came out in the summer, which was based off the book. The novel revolves around a young man named Christopher McCandless, who after graduating university decides that he's done with his life. No, he didn't comitt suicide. That would be a pretty dull book/movie, because really 2 hours or 204 pages of how he commited said death would be insanely boring. Anyways, Chris decides that he's going to go live in the Alaskan wilderness. The book isn't a story persay but more of how Chris gets to the point of his death. I probably should mention that this is a real story, and actually happened. The author, Jack Krauker journeys to exactly where Chris did, meets the people Chris met, and tries to piece together how Chris' death came to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't hear the author's thoughts on anything, but at some points you want to know what he's thinking mainly because the things Chris did really make you wonder. Keep in mind i'm only four chapters into this book and I have to be done by sunday night at the latest, so I can't really tell you much other then that the main character dies within the first few pages of the novel. Come to think of it, they tell you he dies right on the cover. I know, i'm boring you guys right now, but this is all I have to say at the moment. Keeping with the my little story here, I have to watch the movie for it as well, which is kind of hard since it doesn't come to dvd until february. Luckily I have some interent skills that allowed me to find a bootleg copy. I know, not hard to do, but i'm trying to write as much as possible here so exaggeration is key. So......... Damn this blows, without school stressing me out i'm fresh out of blog ideas. Wait, I said before that idea's are what make this blog crappy. Ok, so that was a little bit of a lie, mainly because I liked one of my idea's from today. So i'll write it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-Moose's List of Movies, Music, and Random Things I Hope For In 2008  *clap* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Movies: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Dark Knight: It's freakin batman people. How can you not want to see this movie? It's got the joker in it!!!!! And he looks pretty damn creepy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dragonball: I grew up watching Dragonball Z so this film is pretty much my whole elementary school life. I will see it regardless if I have someone to go with. Just the thought of seeing Goku firing off a Kamehamaha beam in real life is pretty darn exciting.......I think I just went uber nered there, but screw you guys, I don't care. For anyione interested, Goku is being playing by Justin Chatwin (no clue who the hell he is), and if you guys watched Buffy the vampire slayer all those years ago, Piccolo is being played by the guy who played Spike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iron Man: It's gonna be an alright movie, but I really can't say I'm all that excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Increadible Hulk: Same as iron man. After the last hulk movie sucked, i'm not enthused at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there's so many new albums that are coming out this year, and I couldn't be happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Green Day: I'm a huge GD fan, and I couldn't be more excited for a new album. But when last month's rumours of a side project entitled &lt;strong&gt;Foxboro Hot Tubs &lt;/strong&gt;started floating around I was extremely happy. Then I listened to it. The disappointment kicked in. Out of the 5 songs I heard from them, I only liked 2. If thats what new Green Day sounds like I'm scarred for the state of music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coldplay: According to Chris Martin, he's written a song everyone should hear. If it sounds anything like &lt;strong&gt;Clocks &lt;/strong&gt;I will personally find him and kick the crap out of him. Other then that, I hope that the album is a little better then &lt;strong&gt;X&amp;amp;Y.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weezer: I love weezer. They may be nerds, but I don't care. Nerd Rock is awesome. Screw anyone who disagrees. The new album will be awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tragically Hip: I'm pretty sure that every two year the hip put out a new album. 2006 they released &lt;strong&gt;World Container, &lt;/strong&gt;and I loved it. I saw them in concert for my 17th b-day. Even more love after that. Come november this year, we shall all be bathing in Gord Downie's poetic genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Possible new albums in 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; U2's new album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Billy Talent 3 (i think if they called it anything else it would be a failure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Waking Eyes new album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tokyo Police Club: Stop releasing ep's and make a fucking album already. &lt;strong&gt;A Lesson In Crime&lt;/strong&gt; won't hold us over for much longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thornely: The last thornley album came out in 2004. It's been 4 years. PUT OUT ANOTHER DAMN ALBUM ALREADY!!! I KNOW YOU DIDN'T BREAK UP!! NOW PUT OUT ANOTHER ALBUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sum 41: I know there's not gonna be another album this year, but my hope is that dave comes back and leads them back into their glory days. We miss brownsound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sam Roberts: I know he's recording. I know it will be good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rage Against the Machine:  They're touring together for the next 3 months. Don't tell me a new album won't happen, because if they're playing concerts they're doing another album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our Lady Peace: Raine Maida solo project was amazing. Hopefully OLP can make something just as good...hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Offspring: "I know you wanna hit that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Metric: Emily Haine is Indie goddess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Linkin Park: No new album, just the realization that &lt;strong&gt;Minutes To Midnight &lt;/strong&gt;is the worst album of 2007 and hopefully the worst of their career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Franz Ferdinand: Music that girls can dance to huh? Although i've never seen it, I'm sure it'll happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disturbed: Who doesn't want another Down with The Sickness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-8462409328007636685?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/8462409328007636685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=8462409328007636685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/8462409328007636685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/8462409328007636685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-date.html' title='It&apos;s A Date'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-7713479649357281847</id><published>2007-12-30T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:07:39.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Under The Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tomorrow is new years eve. Thats right folks, this means that 2007 will end at 12:00 am tomorrow. I was talking to a friend about the past year and it got me to thinking about how i've spent 2007. So here it is, my review of 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quite a few things have changed for me in the past year. For starters, I gained and lost a few friends. To begin the year, I had these people as my closest friends: Helena, Flaviu, and Michelle. Now I was still good friends with Felicia, Giacomo and Kristina, but H, F, and M were the 3 I always hung out with. Movies, parties, and other things, I was usually with them. As the year progressed, mainly in the summer, we kind of lost touch. No, not kind of, completely. They all kind of moved on without me. They'd do things together, but I wouldn't be included. Yeah it sucked to know that I wasn't called on anymore, but it helped me to realize who my real friends are. Felicia, Giacomo, and Kristina. You three are amazingly great people, and I can't imagine better friend. So there's the loss of friends, now how about a gain of them. For starters there's Jenae. I met her in my grade 10 com tech class, and ever since then we've become good friends. It's kind of hard to describe her, but if I had to try i'd say that she's got a big heart, tons to say, and is always willing to listen to her friends. Your amazing Jenae. Hmm, who else I have really become friends with this year? OHH! Katy! Me and Katy actually go way back, all the way to elementary school. She left in grade 4 i think or maybe 5, and ever since then I hadn't seen her. Then a summer ago she began working at wal-mart with me. At first I was like "Who are you again?" mainly because I completely forgot her and had to ask people from elementary school to tell me who she was. We'd talk every so often when we worked, but in the last few months we've talked a whole lot more. In a way she's a little like me. She's gone through a few of the things I have, she doesn't know where she's going in life and she's been confused with some things. She writes a blog like I do and usually we'll read one anothers and give an opinion or two. Katy, your beautiful and I never want you to think otherwise. I think that kind of sums up the friendship part of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess the next thing about this year would be, "sigh" relationships. I'll make this short and simple. I'm messed around with my ex a little bit, we stopped talking. We started talking again around the beginning of novemeber. I'm still single, and probably will be for some time. I'd rather wait to find someone I can actually care about then rush into a deadend relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next would be accomplishments. Truthfully I didn't really have any set goals for 2007 other then to start dating. Hmm, well I guess turning 17 is an accomplishment right? ...who am i kidding, I didn't make good use of this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here's my plan for 2008. I'm gonna make a list and actually keep to it. It's not going to be something i'll never accomplish, just simple things that i'd like to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Drink (alcohol) - I know its something that I could have done a long time ago, but i've never had an interest too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Make 5 new friends - It is my hope that within the next year I will meet 5 people I can trust and call friend. I have only 4 people now that I can truly trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Be more social - To make these new friends I'm going to have to go out more. Meaning that I'm going to have to start accepting invitations to social events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) Attend at least 4 concerts - I've confirmed that i'm going to Foo Fighters in March, but I need to go to at least 3 more. Matt Good might do a full band tour so that would be good, but I need some other good bands to tour again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) Lose weight - this one is simple. Stop drinking 5 cans of pop a day and go to the gym more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats all for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-7713479649357281847?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/7713479649357281847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=7713479649357281847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7713479649357281847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/7713479649357281847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-under-influence.html' title='A Year Under The Influence'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-8169674270843359491</id><published>2007-12-30T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:59:59.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally took two steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Made sure she didn't look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travelled down a winding road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kept her possessions in sack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally stoped to say goodbye to all her childhood friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Made sure to tell them lies so her story couldn't end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Continued on her path until she saw the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To know where she could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eant the world would have to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally turned to go right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then ended up left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The curve has now turned straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and leads Sally to her death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally's lost for years to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and her family could care less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They just continue on as if Sally didn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her friends all try to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But their tears become supressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally's won't be remembered nor will she be missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well now that i've got that out of my system lets write the new blog. For the last few days i've done pretty much done nothing but eat, sleep and work and listen to alot of music. I bought a few albums a couple of months back but I never really listened to them so i'm taking tonight to do so and already I can tell these were worthwhile purchases. Right now i'm listening to "Stars - In Our Bedroom After The War" and i'm pretty impressed. If you guys are interested i recommend taking a listen to the songs "Bitches in tokyo", "The Night Starts Here", and "Take Me To The Riot". Stars is all about love and romance so I know a lot of my friends wouldn't like it, but I can't get enough of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another great album that i'm just listening to is "Tokyo Police Club - A Lesson In Crime" and again its just some pretty awesome Canadian indie music. It's a little weird at some parts because it talks about robots taking over the world. Kind of weird but then again every artist has their weird songs. Now thats an interesting thought, robots taking over. I wouldn't be suprised if it happenend, since the world is pretty much run by machines. Oh well. I can tell i'm not gonna write anything meaningful tonight so i'm gonna quit while i'm ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-8169674270843359491?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/8169674270843359491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=8169674270843359491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/8169674270843359491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/8169674270843359491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2007/12/sally.html' title='Sally'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-5188107160105057492</id><published>2007-12-26T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:18:58.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short But Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've  been staring at the screen for about 10 minutes now, and i'm really unsure of what to write. ha. The number of times i've started a blog with that sentence kind of suprises me since in the end I usually have something i'm proud of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;written. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something weird that i've always noticed but never talked about is MSN Messenger. Not the program per say but the conversations that occur on it. From what i've seen, people can usually express themselves 50 times better when they don't have to talk directly to someone. Example: My cousin told me yesterday that she had a relationship where the guy broke up with her over msn.  And its not just other people, it's me too.  Me and my friend Kristina can sometimes talk about things a whole lot easier over messenger mainly because it's more secure. But really if you can't talk about about things in person then what is yout friendship based on. Not to rag on any of my friends, your great people, but it always makes me wonder, if we didn't have messenger would three quarter of friendships out there be as meaningful as they are? hmm, interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;j-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-5188107160105057492?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/5188107160105057492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=5188107160105057492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5188107160105057492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/5188107160105057492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2007/12/short-but-simple.html' title='Short But Simple'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388381150388830803.post-919538796438656668</id><published>2007-12-23T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:17:15.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For You Klla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This ones for you klla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm writing this for a friend, who is reminding me of myself right now. She's going through something very similar that I did. Of course, it's about her "Love life". She fell for a guy that she thought liked her back. She liked the way he made her feel, and the things he said allowed her to become lost in a whirlwind of emotions. I've always felt that when you make a connection like that with someone, your either going to become very close with them, or you'll lose them over a stupid argument. Klla tried to ask the guy out, and unfortunately he said that he was going for someone else, which pretty much sucked for Klla. Tonight, she told me that the guy was trying to flirt with her over msn, and that she still wanted him to make her feel the way he did, but knew that he had hurt her. I told her what I thought, but i'm writing about it on my blog page, because this is somewhat similar to something that happened to me. Or in my mind it seems similar to what happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was in grade 6, i began to like this girl named Meghan. For almost 3 years she was the only thing on my mind, and when I was about to tell her how I felt, she told my best friend that she liked him. That hurt, big time. Luckily for me, my best friend had no interest in her, and I ended up telling her how I felt. It took her a little while to except it, but she came to like me. During our grade 9 year, we sort of became an item. We pretty much just told people we were going out, but really it was just to be able to say we had a significant other. Of course it ended in a bad way, and we stopped talking for a while. At our grade 9 spring formal we ended up sharing a kiss, and it made my night. Of course we didn't elaborate further on it, so we just stayed apart. In grade 10 we started talking to each other again, and towards the end of our grade 10 year we sort of hooked up again. Again, it didn't work, and we ended up not talking for a little while. When grade 11 rolled around we tried to be just friends, and for a while it seemed to work. I started to like another girl, but in the back of my mind I still wanted Meghan. Turns out she was still interested in me. Then something happened that changed how I thought about her. She offered me something that all guys want, including myself. At first I was like any guy, but when I really thought about, its not what I wanted. So I did something i'm ashamed of. I completely blocked her out of my life. I stopped talking to her fully and completely. I hurt he pretty badly, but I knew that if I wanted to meet other girls and try to have other relationships I had to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, something happened. I realized that no matter how much I hated her for offering me this "thing" I still loved her. By this time she had found someone new, and I was left to wallow in my self pity. But you know what people, when I finally apologized to her for the way I acted, the feelings I had for her disappeared. Yeah I was jealous of her new bf for a little while, but in the end I just said fuck it. I realized that even if I wanted to be with her again, it can't and won't happen. I finally moved on with my life. Now i'm trying to meet new people and find someone new for myself. There's a few cute girls at my work, and if I play my cards right, you never know what can happen. Klla, your a great girl with tons to offer to the guys of the world. You've got a great smile, amazing personality and your a good listener. Believe me, when you find the right guy, you'll make him happy. Don't beat yourself up over what could have been, because its not worth it. I know you'll find true love, and so will I. We just have to be patient, and let our lives take their course. I hope this helps just a bit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J-moose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388381150388830803-919538796438656668?l=thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/feeds/919538796438656668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388381150388830803&amp;postID=919538796438656668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/919538796438656668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388381150388830803/posts/default/919538796438656668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thingsiwishidid.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-you-klla.html' title='For You Klla'/><author><name>J-moose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823618097161266180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZJvNEiLWdQ/SXFnoIGO_dI/AAAAAAAAABs/wmT39y0gqfs/S220/Mountain_Lake__Black__amp__White_Version_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
