this house really is becoming a work of art. if i had to make an educated guess (although i've spent most of my adult life working), i would guess that over 30 people have had it out with the walls of this place. some are really good, some are really bad. i never understood the marking system for art in school. sure, you get a list of criteria to follow, but isn't what you create your vision of the assignment? cool.

art is cool.

anyway, vancouver. actually, on a more interesting note, matt groening just released the whereabouts of americas favorite (and longest time running) cartoon tv family, the simpsons. they live in oregon. cool. oregon is coool.

glad to know they're from the west coast. i've actually only been there in my head. dreams.

dreams are cool.

something of which i haven't had much of. the aspiration type or the regular dream kind.

again, i sin. i suppose i have. me, me, me. selfish douche.

i suppose i daydream a fair amount, as much as the next human. rome, paris, tokyo. google images is a GOD SEND. when i visited my cousin in tokyo in 2010, i asked him why he moved there. he said "because i wanted to live in one of the biggest cities in the world." that was basically it. he's been there for almost 6 years now, if my memory serves me. that was pretty inspiring, considering that i consider him to be the older brother my dad never shot out.

inspiration is cool.

so i've been sitting on that idea for a year and a half now. i now find myself in vancouver as of august 2011. i feel that this city is a small stepping stone for me. no one smiles here. very rarely do i hear laughing, unless it's coming from 17th and ash where some great friends with great laughs live. i have met some great people here, though. yes, i digress. i'd like to do the same thing, but in a different city. rome or paris. i've been told rome isn't a place where you'd want to live. i'll have to explore italy on google a little further. i dream of riding my bike towards vatican city as the sun sets behind it, illuminating the city in ochers and umbers. i then would ride home, sweaty in the evening breeze, only to find a beautiful naked roman women lying on my bed. her name is peter, but that doesn't stop me.

i always get stumped when these thoughts arise in my head of what would i do to support myself. i don't have much of a post-secondary education. yet. i still believe linguistics and either french, italian or japanese await my tongue. which one? all? i'll figure it out.

progression strikes! i'm on my way to hunt down parts for my bike with a friend via creepy craig.

come on baby light my fiya! cool.

jim morrison is cooool.

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