Dag

So I'd like to apologize for the complete lack of blogs the past couple months. I'll get rolling once I'm in Seattle tomorrow. I'm basically packed: four boxes, three bins, and two suitcases = all the things belonging to me that I can afford to have with me, plus a snowboard and golf bag of clubs to come at a later date. It's refreshing to know that if I forget something or want to impress my sexy roommate Brennan with something from home, I can come grab it in a week.

Speaking of Brennan, I'm convinced I'm going to be super disappointed with him. He's just been so hyped up with all my friends. Basically, its at the point where if he's not an incredibly flaming Mexican immigrant or an insanely homophobic redneck, it'll be disappointing.

There are a couple long, semi-serious blogs in me right now, but it's not 3 in the morning, so I'll save them for later.

Dave from Burnaby

War new Sigur Ros, war new Coheed and Cambria, war new girlfriend, war new Dolphins Coach Nick Saban.

Alright, I'm back from the dead to end the run of cheesy posts. They trippin'. People come, people go; life is living. I'll be back when I'm less lazy to give you something substantial.
Werd out.

starved for your attention

I want you to weep for me.
I want to weep for you.

I want selfishness to die.
I want humanity to never lose empathy, if it's still alive.

I want hypocrisy to die.

it's official

at 4:14 AM, I really want to drink chocolate milk and watch Wes Anderson movies with Robyn.
then commit really (scene mutual lover suicide)

Understanding in a Car Crash

"We don't stand a chance in this threadbare time." - Thursday, Understanding in a Car Crash

Felt that song is a little appropiate, considering the events of last night. I was driving with Jeff to go pick Kira up from her work at Earls when a car pulled out from a parking lot right into us. I veered left to avoid him, but he clipped us (corner to corner contact apparently) sending us skidding to the right, with all our momentum still moving forward. Well, beautiful ol'inertia keeps going as my mother's focus barrel rolls one complete turn, forunately leaving us right side up on our tires. This happened in a span of roughly 3-5 seconds. Fortunetly, Jeff and I were completely fine, kinda in shocked, kinda freaked out about what could've happened, kinda super stoked that we just executed a flawless barrel roll. The car is most likely totalled, and we had to spend a few hours strapped on stretchers with huge neck braces staring up boring ceilings - all precautionary measures. I got a couple scratchers here or there, am still digging out glass from my hair, and probably will be fairly sore in the morning, but other than that, am 100% healthy. I'm really choked that tomorrow's trip to Seattle to visit SPU, shop, and catch (fun to pun) a Mariners game is delayed though. But, with perspective, it's no biggie whatsoever.

Plenty of what if questions pop into my head - what if I was driving my pickup like usual instead of my mom's Focus (kinda random decision), what if the accident had occured after we picked up kira, with her or jeff in the back seat, what if I had been speeding, what if one of us was seriously hurt or worse - and I know we were really fortunate.

Lately, I've been almost bitter(not really the right word) about the privileges I've been gifted for no other reason except for being the result of the situation I was born into. So many things have just been handed to me on a silver platter. I feel somewhat resentful. There is so much suffering, so much pain, so much horror in the world. Why do i get so many gifts? My Grandpa Van Dyke always says that to those that have been given much, much is required, ya know, the whole Spiderman shpeel. I definetly know that pressure to make the most of my oppurtunities and help others. But the world is so unfair: I think 80-90% of who you are is determined by factors you can't control at all. Welp, chalk the gift of safety and health tonight up to these uncontrollable factors. Just another gift that adds on to responsibility I have to really make a difference in solving the problems of society's problems. This is just another reminder that 15-10% I control about the person I am better be full out, just givin' 'er, hardcore helpful and loving to this world. That's so much more important than anything else: my enjoyment, my temporary happines, my desires. After all, the world needs all the love and help it can get.

I hope God is real. He needs to be real.

Because you care, deep down.

Update: I ended up saving the sandwich for lunch: best decision of my life.

War Bill Simmons, war Emery, war being really lazy for once this summer.

i like music

Album of the week: One Fell Swoop by the Spill Canvas

Song of the week: Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl by Broken Social Scene

Line of the week:

And here I rest: where disapointment and regret collide,

lying awake at night

Props if you can name the song (most of you should be able to).

FU SPU

So I went down to Seattle today to register for classes and stuff like that. Got me really pumped for September, but I'm kinda bummed that its still two months away. The trip, however, did remind me one of the major benefits to SPU - the 3-2 girls-to-guys ratio. And the talent pool is deep, my friend, the talent pool is VERY deep. So it was definetly sweet to meet people, make friends, and all that social jazz which I'm super pumped for. Definetly super looking forward to some sweet times.

As far as classes go, I'm currently registered for a U-Seminar on contemporary contreversies in ethics which explores moral issues such as gay rights, abortion, death penalty and the like. Gonna be some good times, but I'll prolly make a few enemies as a result of my super passionate, competetive debate style (Sorry again tamlin for scaring you at salt spring island). Anyways, thanks to a decisive game of rock, paper, scissors with the ever so lovely Tarra, I also have General Psych, which I might drop for something else, seeing as its an 8 AM class, and Foundations of Social Services which is a 2000-level class. I'm on the waiting list for both a Chritianity and American Politics class and a Intro to Sociology class, which if I get into I'll prolly drop Psych.

Anyways, to clear it up, my schedule looks like this:

Monday, Wednesday, Friday:
8 - 9:20: General Psych
9:30 - 10:50: USem

Tuesday, Thursday:
10:30 - 12:50: Foundations of Social Services

So it'll be nice having free afternoons and evenings. I was hoping to get into the Christianity and American Politics, which would've given me classes only on Monday, Wednesday, Friday mornings, leaving me with a day and half between any classes. But I'm happy with this schedule too.

Stay classy,
David

P.S. Anyone want to decide my major? Future career? Whether to save my sandwich for lunch tomorrow or eat it later tonight? Please?

Favorite albums mid-2005

Alright, not a lot of crazy stuff happening, just good times with good buddies. Some issues with the people that had sex to make me, but hey, who doesn't have issues with them? Anyways, 2005 is more than half way through, so I'd figure I'd make a best of list for so far this year:
Top Ten Albums:

10. Bright Eyes - Digital Ash in a Digital Urn
9. Circa Survive - Juturna
8 Acceptance - Phantoms
7. Iron and Wine - Woman King
6.Copeland - In Motion
5. Sherwood - Sing, But Keep Going
4. The Rocket Summer - Hello, Good Friend
3. Mae - The Everglow
2. Armor For Sleep - What to Do When You Are Dead
1. Stars - Set Yourself on Fire

Honorable Mentions:
Bright Eyes - Wide Awake, It's Mourning
The Decemberists - Picaresque
Bloc Party - Silent Alarm
The Starting Line - Based on a True Story
Fall Out Boy - From Under Cork Tree

Safe to say it's been a fantastic half year for music, and it's only gonna get better: Death Cab, Coheed and Cambria, Broken Social Scene, possibly Brand New, and Emery all looking to release albums, among others. This is a good thing.

Favorite movies:
They all suck. Hollywood sucks. No more freaking remakes, no more freaking sequels, no more freaking formulaic, cliché, feel good stories. All these things happen, maybe I'll start watching new movies. Until then, I missed a decade of fantastic movies because I was in elementary school, so I'm happy exploring those.

Some movies off the top of my head I really want to see but haven't yet:
Pi
Mangolia
Resevoir Dogs
Lost in Translation
Sideways
The Motorcycle Diaries
Good Will Hunting


Fo'sho'.

Stars, captains, friends, Transatlanticism. Freaking sweet. More on this and the best two weeks I've ever had since before high school later... and yes I am melodramatic, Gus Johnson-style. (if you know who Gus Johnson is, I need you to be my friend

So row on....

Yesterday, I set up a blog. Today, I worked on homework for 30 minutes. First time since beggining of May. Working on a screenplay for writing, except I don't really have a plot or any real ideas in mind, so it's more like a vomit of images that pop into my head whenever I'm writing a scene. It sucks, but maybe one day I'll get something out of it. Anyways, I used the word vomit, which is a Jamesword .

Works Cited

Harskamp, James. vomit, VK Publishing Inc, 2004: Portland

Word

James has a nice body.

More on this later.