2009 you have been good to me

I cannot believe it’s the end of the year already, let alone the end of the decade! I sound like an old fogy speaking about how the time passes so quickly but it’s the absolute truth. This year especially has just blown past, but so many of the memories have made their way very close to my heart and will never be forgotten. Thanks to everyone I’ve hung out with over the course of this year to make it one of the best ever for me. I feel that I’ve grown so much as a person this year; building new perspectives, becoming more open, and accepting and implementing others ideas and opinions. I actually feel like a different person than I was this exact same time last year. That’s a really big step for me as for a majority of my adolescence I was just the same old Tommy who never changed anything about himself. While I sit here and recall the memories of 2009 I don’t even know where to begin. This year has just been a jam-packed hot mess of a year filled with late night talks, trips with friends, and unbelievable amounts of money spent. It has been an absolute blast and I cannot wait for all the new and exciting things that will happen in 2010.

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This is what a majority of my 2010 is going to be spent doing. These are all the books sitting on my shelf which I have not yet started reading. I should be able to knock a few down during the winter break.

I am a complete book whore. This is the precise reason why you should not work in Chapters Starbucks if you enjoy reading.

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here's my blog from highschool http://www.xanga.com/hazardous403

those + galoomba which is dead and will never be able to retrieve those blogs.

don't be so predictable

These people “higher up” do these things thinking they’ve got us all mapped out. They think that with a certain action they’ll get a certain reaction. What they don’t know is that we will catch on, and that we’re smarter than that. Well at least that’s what I thought. Apparently people are stupid enough to fall into the traps they have set up for us. Those people “higher up” are probably giving each other high-fives at how predictable we are. It’s so hard to stand up for us sometimes, because there are people like you who allow yourself to be a puppet. Please, don’t be so predictable.
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Sorry I just needed to get that out before I wallow away for a few days. Can't touch blogspot until my exams are done.

Workplace Relationships

Don’t be offended if you fall into this category, but I cannot fathom why anybody would want to date somebody they work with. Maybe it’s because I work at a high traffic, and high stress location of Starbucks. Or, it may just be me.

I’ve had the personal displeasure to observe first hand a workplace relationship blossom. When I see them together it’s all fine and dandy, which I guess proves that workplace couples can work. But, how they got to that point I will never know.

At work, especially during times of hectic chaos the absolute worst in people come out, and in my opinion their true personalities. All the emotions being displayed during these periods are overwhelming; it’s like P.M.S. on steroids. The whole ordeal is like a never ending cycle of anger, hysteria, tears, compassion, remorse, and regret. An apology is always arranged as a finale to this spastic behavior, and then it all begins again.

Don’t get me wrong. I love the people I work with. But, it’s one thing to get along with them and completely another to commit yourself to them.

I over think everything

About an hour ago I had a misplaced cell phone scare. I seriously felt as if my world was ending. My whole life was freaking flashing before my eyes. I was screaming at myself. I was pulling out my hair. I spent the last 40 minutes in my room doing absolutely nothing productive. I sat there thinking, contemplating my next move.

I thought of every possible explanation of where I could have misplaced it. I retraced my steps for the past 4 hours. I narrowed it down to the only 2 possible places it could’ve dropped. My thoughts then proceeded to what I would do if I ended up misplacing it indefinitely. I thought about all the phones I would want as a replacement, and then I thought about my price range, which then brought my thoughts to Kijiji to buy a used phone, or a refurbished phone which I could hopefully find online. I suddenly remembered that my phone had GPS capabilities, which would unable me to pinpoint the exact latitude and longitude of its whereabouts. That got me to think... if someone had my phone and I pinpointed the location of their house, what would I do? I contemplated contacting the police. I was going to bus there and knock on their door. I was going to do anything possible to get my phone back.

I found my phone in my bag, and I've concluded I’m a total lunatic.

music is my hero

Music has been with me through my ups, and has helped me through my downs. It has offered me so much guidance, and has really helped me grow to the human I am today. Music has taught me so much about myself. It changed me for the better, and for the worst. It taught me my style, and it taught me my taste. I rely on it when I’m lonely. I turn to it was I’m exuberantly happy. It calms me when I’m mad. It makes me feel better when I’m sad. It gives me that extra spurt of energy when I’m at the gym. It helps me wind down at night. It is my best companion on the bus, in the library, or at my desk. Long live music, any music, every music.
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I’ve been listening to John Mayer’s - Battle Studies throughout the day, and have to say it’s a really well thought out album. Never been a huge fan of the guy, but am actually starting to appreciate his work as an artist. I really enjoyed his song Assassin. I wish someone would be my assassin :(.

You get in, you get done and then you get gone
You never leave a trace, or show your face, you get gone
Should've turned around and left before the sun came up again
But the sun came up again
I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen
I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing
I'm an assassin and I had a job to do
Little did I know that girl was an assassin too
Suddenly I'm in over my head and I can hardly breathe
Suddenly I'm floating over her bed and I feel everything
Suddenly I know exactly what I did, but I can not move a thing
And suddenly I know exactly what I've done
And what it's gonna mean to me, mean to me
I'm gone

Oh, Calgary Transit how I loathe you

I was having the perfect day today. That is until you (Calgary Transit) had to go out and ruin it for me. On a normal day to get to 17th avenue from Mount Royal it takes 15 minutes. But, since the roads and weather were so shitty. I planned ahead I left my school at 5:35PM to get to my destination on 17th Avenue by 6:30PM. I not only missed that appointment, but also had to endure waiting in the blizzard weather for 50 minutes. I’ve grown to expect that bus 2 to City Center no longer follows its schedule, even before this whole fiasco. So, when I called the bus route schedule and it said it wasn’t coming for another 16 minutes I expected that it wouldn’t come for another 20-25. Little did I know it would take around 45 minutes! Then, on my connection home I waited at Whitehorn Station for another 40 minutes. The trek home was a total disaster. Cars kept stopping movement of the bus because they would be stuck in the snow, and the bus driver would ask all the guys to go out and push the cars. This group of 4 guys and I had to push this one car half a block before it could move by itself. Never rely on Calgary Transit to help you get to places on time.

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end rant.

You've Created a Monster

You tried so hard to be heard, but no one did, except me. The memories we’ve made have been lost. They have fallen into the chasm. Masked behind all the deceit and lies you’ve took part in over the years. The ghost of you follows me. I feel you, sometimes I see you. I remind myself you’re gone, and nothing will ever bring you back. Do I wish things between us ended differently? I really couldn’t say. I don’t thank you for what you’ve done for me, because of you I hate myself.

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I’m currently reading the autobiography, A Million Little Pieces, by James Frey. Unlike the last book I read, The Lovely Bones, there are definite distinct emotions that I’m feeling; and those are of anger, pain, grief, and hysteria. I’m the kind of person who fully indulges himself into a book. Relating and becoming attached to the characters, so much so that I sometimes picture myself as a certain character. I feel and experience every little agonizing event that takes place for James throughout the novel, which makes me feel extremely uncomfortable and at unease. Maybe, it’s due to my lack of life experience, which amplify these emotions that take place for me while I read the book. A Million Little Pieces is said to be life changing for those who are battling addiction. I would not doubt that, and would fully recommend those individuals to read this book.