Monday, January 09, 2006

welcome to the north.

I'm giving up on my dreams.
I'm selling out.
I'm going to become a realtor.

Oh, and apparently, according to this country I am:
Rene Edyardio Ortiiz who lives at 28 Binnieblink Drive, when in reality I am Rene Eduardo Ortiz who lives at 28 Bonnie Blink Drive. Thanks Canada.

Friday, January 06, 2006

better sorry than safe.

F W A P !

That, ladies and germs, is the sound of reality, insecurities, common sense, doubts, and the truth all hitting me.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

stop all the world now.

I've come to the decision that I need of this island NOW!!!

I know what I've said in the past, but forget everything I've said. I want off now. So I've decided that after my first year at the U Dot ends, I'm transferring to either Montreal or Toronto. I'll have to research possible schools there and go from that. Hey, I might even go to the private university my sister went to in Calgary, I don't know anything except that I need to get out of this place.

Oh, and just for the record, nothing 'happened' to get me to want to go. I came to that conclusion by myself last night.

Monday, January 02, 2006

your ex-lover is dead.

It's a new year. It's a fresh sheet of paper. It's a new leaf. It's a fresh start. It's a new chance. In this following year I resolve to:

·Laugh more
·Love more
·Read more
·Party more
·Study more
·Focus more
·Exercise more
·Concentrate more
·Learn more
·Drink more
·Chill more
·Hang more
·Sleep more
·Relax more
·Be more spiritual
·Be more serious
·Have more fun
·Do more schoolwork
·Less frivolous spending
·Less procrsatination

A new year comes with the opportunity to create a new version of you. I plan on fully taking advantage of it.
New year, I hope you don't let me down. I hope I don't let you down.

P.S.: 1 WEEK UNTIL MAC EXPO!

Sunday, January 01, 2006

happy new year?

Well, New Year's Eve is merely symbolic of how another year has gone by and how little we've grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge, as we count down the seconds, we know it's not to be, that for the rest of our sad, wretched pathetic lives, this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably, irrevocably; Happy New Year? No such thing.