I have four guardians. They consistently protect my head and are completely oblivious to their role as a sentinel. The truth is I’m only the loudest one in the room in an attempt for acceptance. The reality of the situation is I’m a quiet soul who will seek refuge hugging the silence of thought. I’m more mechanical than digital. I own three functioning cell phones, and rarely answer any without hesitation. My voicemail inflicts paranoia. I often leave messages on their for days, the wonderings of invisible messages scare me. I know who called, but what do they want? It takes days for me to get back to you. Happens with emails too, but my passion for the written word does remedy that somewhat. I hate New Years. November 5th is my official celebration of new beginnings. I enjoy the oblivious nature of proclaiming an obscure holiday of self worth. I call it Reunification Day. Secretly celebrating it. New years is all pomp and circumstance. Don’t believe the hype. People often comment that it’s “just a great excuse for a party”, well why the hell won’t anyone accept my excuse for not participating in the evening? I’d like to believe they enjoy my company, but I’m sick of being a party favor. I’ve become increasingly addicted to social networks like MySpace. However I’m probably just as shy on there as I can be in reality. I’m not sure why I can be boisterous in some situations and in others retreat into mumbles. When I was in kindergarten I rarely spoke. Kind of funny how kindergarten is a German word, but I dunno how that really makes sense. Kinder=child - Garten= garden. A garden of children who will grow and flower into functioning adults? Planting the seeds of knowledge? Most countries use that name to reference a child’s first two years of school. French Canadians use la maternelle. I also repeated grade one. It sucked at the time, and I resented my parents for it, but clearly a blessing in disguise. I started writing a book. It’s about a guy who writes the worst but ever popular reality TV shows. I plan to finish it by spring and release it next November. I will most likely post bits and pieces of it on this blog along the way. The desktop of my laptop is consistently cluttered with images I’ve come across on the Internet. I rarely read a magazine without taking notes whilst reading.

I collect foreign money. On the topic of collecting, I was blessed with a substantial stamp collection that boasts stamps dating back to the turn of the century. I sincerely cherish the time capsule it represents. Countries illustrate their nations hopes and dreams on currency and postage stamps. This collection has many stamps from countries that presently cease to exist. I also have an Iraqi Dinar with Saddam Hussein’s likeness on it. I absolutely love music and someday hope to own a record label and run it like a cooperative where the fans get something back for purchasing the music. I don’t object to file-sharing, but if the economic structure needs to be modified would this not satisfy both parties and maintain revenue to produce more artists? I’d also want EVERYTHING printed/produced on recycled material. I also want to run a magazine that mimics the counter-culture that Adbusters portrays, only I’d write about the last fifty years in hopes that people could learn where we wronged and right the next fifty. History is a wheel. Did you know that? I found a beer today from Ethiopia. The bottles were dirty and labeled crooked. Would I drink it? Yes. I don’t so much mind eating things dropped on the floor. People in other parts of the world eat off of worse things. When I was in middle school I ate a grasshopper and it remarkably tasted like grass. I wear a “make poverty history” rubber bracelet and I don’t know why? I would certainly support that cause, but sadly I’m just a fashionable hack. I used to wear an orange band with my own goals scrawled across it. If western society would allow me, I would work for food. I honestly love my modern world, but I could certainly handle switching off for awhile. I keep thinking about going to design school in Europe. I really like girls with accents. I’m a sucker for imaginative conversation. “What if” is a question I ask several hundred times a day. What percentage of life is speculation? I’m not sure, but I should go. These were thoughts in thirty minutes or it’s free.