allright.

OKAY, folks. I think I'm the verge of a making a half-assed post here. Cross your fingers.

Obligation's a funny thing. For example. X scratches your back. You, being your polite self, feel that you should also scratch his back. So, you start scratching. But while you're doing so you realize. "I'm scratching this guy's hairy back. He has eczema. I'm doing a lot more scratching than HE did for ME." so what would John Doe do in this situation? Most likely, because he was so well brought up, he's either going to say "fuck you, I'm overcompensating." or John'll duck out asap.

now, kiddos. what the hell am I babbling about now?
something by which a person is bound or obliged to do certain things, and which arises out of a sense of duty or results from custom, law, etc.

that's obligation, in a not so nutty nutshell. (font changed on it's own. apologies?)

BAWR

I dunno where to take this. muttermuttermuttermutter.

mebbe next time I should NO WAI
okay. as I was saying.



BAH NEVER MIND
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, I leave to search for some inspiration somewhere.

sneezing, wheezing, and bleeding.

bah. summer colds suck. well, I guess it's technically not summer anymore, but who the fuck cares?

s'long as summer's still /here/, no school, so yep.

I for one, am definitely not looking forward to school. school's boring.
it's just, pretend to listen, sleep, do homework, and forget everything at the end of the year.

it's sorta interesting how we learn all this stuff, math, science, etc. and then we might end up with some kind of job that has no use whatsoever for any of the shit that was taught. eh

not getting a creative flow, here. not that I ever do.

things are dull. woohoo

heyo

check it, yo. homie g, you seen my blogging crib, yo?
it's tight, yo. tight. tho I put a comic up there. please don't sue me, yo.
s'all good, man. don't be hatin'.

Six sick slick slim sycamore saplings.

/why the picture? well, mister nosy, I've recently realized pictures make a blog interesting. as I'm NOT interesting, it should work pretty damn well./




kilter.
means what? fuck if I know.
I could, 1.go to dictionary.com, 2. "HAY GOOGLE WUT DOES KILTER MEEN" 3. sit here, do nothing.

which of these options appeal to you the most? if it's 1, you're obssessed with technology making your life easier. same with number two. and three, you're just damn lazy.

'course, there're probably 349085039845098 more possible, and reasonable, answers.
but nevermind, I enjoy being narrow-minded anyways.

ohkay. moving on to the topic for twodai.

let's say..
you have never been to a place like, england, for instance.
some buddy of yours has just been to england, and he/she says, "y'know, there's a giant naked sculpture in the middle of the capital city."

and who are you to disagree? sure, it might sound ri-fucking-diculous, but you've never been to england. therefore, you have to either a/ trust this so-called buddy, or b/ disbelieve him, mainly cos the very idea of it is silly.

but again, there're probably 3094820938402398 other answers that are reasonable.

now, you just might be wondering what the hell justin is going on about. he may be a/ going into philosophical and nostradamus shit mode, or b/ he's just desperate to blog, and made this sorry excuse.

but again again, there're probably 32908409238402938 other answers that are more likely and that make better sense.


OoooOoooOO

Mr.Philosopher.

not really.

Oh, mistakey!

hahaha, weeel. I woke up this morning. and I realized. Regina's in Saskatchewan. MEANING, I'm IN Saskatchewan. surprise.

ew, regina.

bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh.

I
Am
Stuck
In
Regina
sadface :(

at least, until tomorrow.
alberta is lame.
laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame.
IT'S LIKE, FARMS AND SHIT, MAN

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW

Beautiful Day

not really. tis just a song. anyhoo. I remember some of what I forgot to post, earlier. mmkay. just like there're lots of cyclers, there are about..twice as many smokers. no joke. it's damn hazy in some places of downtown. :P

3:30 in the mawning. whatta freak. aha, it's SIX thirty here. ohhh. yup. eastern time. oh cool, those bump things in my neck are gone. woo!

okay. farewell. won't be posting till I get home, which is.. er.. nine or ten. pacific. I think.

annnd, once again, Westjet is fucked. up. Thank you in advance for not flying with Westjet, and I hope that you get to your destination, wherever that may be, without having to ride with them.

hope everything's hunky-dory for ya.

see ya.

Angel of Harlem!

ey. what's on your mind?

well. still in quebec, here. makes you want to learn how to speak proper french. oh well. today, monseiur(?) kim went to quebec city, y'all. it's quite a drive away from Montreal. about 100(200? I forget) kilos awaay. but s'all good. I, of course, slept. :D
Quebec City is a lot more urban than the parts of Montreal I saw. lotsa people around and shit, crowded, etc. but as I was forced to be asian tourist, snapping pictars of things and whatnot, it was kinda.. er. monotonous. yeah.
oh, one thing I forgot to tell you folks yesterday; cycling is huge here. like, MOTHEROFFUCK huge. there's like, 1 bike for every car! well, maybe not. but there are a sure lot.

like.

a lot.

A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT.

A LOTLOTLOTLOTLOTLOTLOT.

Mr.Subtle. aww yeeee.


alright. I took a half dozen photos, so you bored creepers can take a look at 'em when I have the time to go home and upload. Leaving tomorrow! annd I have to fly on fucking Westjet. NEVAR. EBER. Fly on Westjet. Unless you're getting a discount or some shit. tis laaaaaaaaame :(.

oh well. I can take my rage out on the unfortunate dude who hasta sit in front of me. aheehee. >:D

jesus, I was going to post some other stuff, mais je ne souviens pas. D:

oh well. mmkay folks, I'm going to head out. and go to sleep or something.

bye. (:

GfC

helloo. blogging at ya from a so-called "hotel", that's so damn cramped you can't breathe. not an exaggeration. anyhoo. plane rides nowadays are definitely not what they used to be. The whole ride, I was stuck in a teeny seat where I couldn't sleep cos the douche in front of me kept reclining on his seat, and I had to kick it over and over and he still didn't get the damn message, and all that shit. A couple good things were.. free snacks and the like! once only, but hey, it's free. free's free.
hell, it was only a domestic flight, and I'm still bitching about it. oh well.

nuff of that whining, let's move on to Montreal!
Quite an odd place. it's, well, old. older than your grandmother-that-died old. it's not necessarily a bad thing, but some parts of it seem antique-y.
Also, all the signposts things and ads are in french. surprise, surprise. but it's okay, as I am a certified french smart-ass, it only takes me about 30 seconds to decipher something that says.. "Originale". ohh yeahh. Mr.Frenchie.

but quite honestly, I couldn't speak french to a Quebecy to save kiddies from a burning building or some shit. it's tough stuff, french.

Right now, downtown Montreal is kind of.. what would you say, stuffy.(?) Of course, that's to be expected, considering it's downtown n all. it's supposedly cold enough to freeze one's balls (or ovaries. I'm no sexist.) off in the winter, but I haven't seen it, and yep. blahblahblah.

The people here are generally.. uh. nice? I guess. Haven't really been able to talk to anyone, as they were blinded by my beautifulnessness, lalala. but it's all good, I can suffer in silence.

OK! I'm pretty much done, as I'm fucking exhausted. Pardon my french. (haw haw)

Puis-je avoir une coffee s'il vous plait?