Twenty

A hoy' hoy.
It is twelve thirty four on October the twentieth, two thousand and ten. Nineteen years, three hundred and sixty four days, and twenty three hours ago at this exact moment I was being born. I can think of no better thing to do to mark this anniversary than type words on the internet.

It just occurred to me this evening that when people ask me what age i am, i have to respond 20...... I had to just take a break to let that sink in.
I remember in grade three, 6th graders seemed ancient. In my eyes a sixth grader seemed old enough to be snorting cocaine and mutilating cats at night.

They were terrifying.

By the time i was in grade 4 i wouldn't go to the "big kids" side of the playground where the 7th and 8th graders hung out for fear of... im not even sure what.
I remember how strange and grown-up the concept of highschool seemed to an 8th grade kyle, but know highschool seems like a brief blip. Four and a half years of attempted ditchings, and the creation and destruction of many friendships, condensed into a tiny fraction of space in my memory. And i never realized how perfect our highschool experience was until i began describing it to other people. There are so many inside jokes that need to be explained first to fully tell one of our highschool anecdotes, that i rarely finish a story, or people have no idea what im talking about.
I think it was grade ten that i pretty much turned into the person i am now. It was then that i stumbled upon "indie" in urban dictionary, and deciding that is seemed like a pretty safe way to feel superior to other people for no real reason started watching the wedge on friday nights and downloading random songs. While at the time, i felt like a poser, if i met a 15 year old today that listened to built to spill and neutral milk hotel, they would deserve some serious indie cred.

Now I'm fucking 20, and that indie cred has blossomed into not shaving for days and hanging out at hipster danceclubs at night.... Ok ive been there like once, but i will not be out-artsied by our west coast, university dropout, film student friend.

Well I suppose I should tell you about the life of 20 year old kyle. He lives at 1569 B Fisher Ave Ottawa, (drop by anytime). In this (fucking amazing, if i may say so) house live with him, 4 of the greatest roomates ever. Despite the occasional drama, and language barriers, life is beautiful. He wakes up most mornings to a breakfast of weetabix and half a coffee, and then sprints down the frost lined sidewalk to cram himself into the mobile-sars-factory otherwise known as the OcTranspo Number 3. A day of napping through programming lectures and getting in trouble from math professors follows. His days are broken up by embarrassing himself, not realizing he just butted infront of twenty people in line at the coffee place in the atrium. A couple hours coding, screaming, and chatting about obscenities and internet memes with professors follows in the computer lab. Then pasta for dinner. Some nights he may venture across town to play RTS war games with ben kiefer keifer, and on his way back home miss multiple buses and walk through little italy at midnight. Then get picked up by an off duty bus on a deserted road in the middle of the experimental farm and shuttled home. He may return to a late night php study session, and sit around a table for several hours, achieving nothing other than memorizing the lyrics to prozzak and backstreet boys songs, learning new accents he can do, making gay jokes when a certain roomate leaves the room, and, ofcource, random screaming.

He really couldn't have ever imagined anything better.

I really mean it when i say that in all the years i wondered about where i would end up by the time i was 20 i never imagined a time as amazing as this. I like to keep that in the back of my mind at all times.

Now I'm sorry that my only post in months has been a pathetic soppy heart-to-heart and i promise that my next will be much more entertaining. It has come to my attention that the side bar on this fair site is extremely out of date. Hopefully that will be remedied this coming week month. Also just because otherwise i think this would be my only post to date that doesn't mention a certain much beloved friendly giant by name... hi grant.

Double sour skittles, Shaving cream, and the Dutch...

Hello all!

I am temporarily lifting my writing boycott of the GWA in an attempt to redeem myself for Grant and Kyle’s obscure point system when I am currently at -4,999,990 points. So as you all know I just had my 20^th birthday and am no longer a teenager which is kind of an odd concept because I still in no way feel mature at all. What is an even weirder concept is the kids that are 20 who are married or are dropping babies like flies.. Im pretty sure Brockville is full of them.

I am currently sitting in the library at UofT and let me say I feel like I am at Hogwarts I am surrounded by old dusty tombes and novels there is stained glass windows, a fireplace to my left, and dated oversized chairs. I plan to write this throughout the weekend and post it at some point...

So my bus ride was pretty messed up I sat behind this guy that smelled like mustered and this kid with an annoying laser pointer. The Dutch guy I sat beside was rather cool though. He was here to travel all over North-America and had literally done every job from gas station to lab technician. Apparently every time a travel opportunity comes along he just quits his job if they don’t give him time off. We stopped half way and chilled ate some mushrooms and had a very interesting bus ride... Our bus started to smell like burning rubber and then eventually started smoking. So we stopped and me and the Dutch went to a pub and got bitched at by these filthy Oshawa kids. So we left and played soccer on the side of the road with a pizza-pizza dipping sauce container.

I eventually made it to TO and got into a cab with this crazy Jamaican driver who was swerving all over place and yelling at every other taxi cab. The minute I get out of the cab I get attacked by these two drunken Asian girls who start assaulting me with a barrage of questions thankfully Shannon was there to rescue me. I will have to continue this since it is already too long and I need to pack for thanks giving. Hope to see some of you soon!

-Ben

october 5th

HI,
i read the description on the side of this blog, and realized that what i've been posting doesn't really fit the intent of this blog. So, here is the first of hopefully many memories that will be preserved here.


I was doing some thinkin, and I remembered one particular evening out with Kyle and Ryan. There have not been many times when I have laughed as much as I did that night. It was Go-geous. I will try to remember as much detail, so this post is actually worth reading.

I cant reacall the day, month or year... But it was an early evening in Winter, it was dark, so maybe 8pm. We were in the SRS (may she rest in peace) I also cant tell you what we were doing that day, or what we were going to do later that night, we may or may not have been heading to a movie... for whatever reason we ended up in the parking lot of then A&P. Anyways... there was snow on the ground. christmas-ey. The air was crisp and the three of us (kyle, ryan, and me) were bored, and more than likely talking about something meaningless. I wouldn't be surprised if the topic of discussion that night was the feasibility of a double-shot gun, or where we would go to eat. What came next has reserved a spot in my mind, were it will never leave, so long as I am here. Kyle was piloting and Ryan I believe was first officer of Navigation. I was pressing buttons. We then spent the better part of an hour doing donuts in the empty parking lot, at one point nearly driving off cliff face where we would have surely plummeted to our deaths. but we didn't :) thats pretty much all it was..... but for whatever reason, i still remember it, and I am glad . I a looking forward to christmas and caroling with ben. Ryan, if you read this, contact me :) hi kyle.


Grant