I like to draw.

Yeah. That's basically all.
I just like to draw.

Singin' Dollar Dollar Bill... y'all.

Alright so, lately, life is good. That makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. See, I'm used to basically everything going WRONG in my life. It's a system that I've been used to for the past like... well, basically my entire life. Of course, I have my high points, but basically everything in my life goes wrong and I'm miserable.

But right now, everything's going right. And I'm really damn happy. And it's pissing me off.

It makes no sense, but it's awesome. So I got accepted to the one school I really wanted to go to next year, OIART, a recording school in London. Only 60 students get in a year, so needless to say, I'm pretty damn stoked. High cost though. It'll work out I think. Not entirely sure how, but apparently it's going to.

Also, Wyclef Jean's new album is really good. Look into that.

Peace.

Yeah, you're all gonna be in my experimental film.

So I haven't blogged in, like, a really long time.
So basically this blog is just for the sake of blogging, because it's been a while.

What am I listening to lately? They Might Be Giants. Great band. I've decided that CDs are quickly becoming obsolete, so I'm instead, going to purchase vinyl records. After all, they come with more full and bigger artwork, as well as more of a real sound. I mention this because I currently have TMBG's latest effort, 'The Else', in the mail on vinyl. Yay.

So... basically I love eBay. eBay is probably the greatest website of all time.

And I don't like Facebook anymore. It's boring now.

That's all.

Segments of a Composition.

A parable of broken words can only be deemed honest
When the words are only broken from the time they fall apart
Seperation of the thoughts and fragments are deemed unfocused
When the coffee cups and china glasses end before a start
But the whistle from the train displays a message without words
Why can't I express myself the same?

A terrorized example of myself flows from the pen
And time is only time in every world's own regiment

It's not the same in text as mind
'Cause words refuse to flow so kind
Upon a sheet or fingers guiding keys
And only time will tell
If this tertiary hell
Will end up meaning anything to me

Sometimes I send a letter to the heavens in the sky asking 'Why?'
Yet they seldom open up and never answer.
Oftentimes I sit alone abondened in my room with only thoughts
But they just don't turn out the same on paper.

Before it drives me round the bend
I only have to wish it end
And all around me comes crashing to a halt
And disappointment doesn't wish
Upon a broken patterned dish
We only get to shower in our salt

I don't even care
Because I failed
To express myself

I'm at a loss for words.

Epic Fail.

Okay, so here's the deal.
I'm fucking bored.

Not right now I'm not bored; for the moment, I'm actually kind of content. I have Egg Nog, and I have a PC loaded to the brim with quality music and videos, as well as an Instant Messenger with which to talk to my friends. At the moment, I think I'm basically content.

I'm talking about in general.
In general, I'm just fucking bored with absolutely everything. Everything is either Zehrs, hanging out with the guys, or chatting on the computer. That's basically my whole life. There's no variance there, and I need something. Only problem is, I don't think that problem can be solved here. I think I need to get away. To escape. Have a fresh start, I guess you could say. That would be ideal.
It wouldn't be emotionally hard on me either; while I LIKE a lot of the people and things I have here, I don't think I can name one person or thing that I would actually say that I 'love'. That's bad. I'm a bitter son of a bitch, it's true, but that's the way it is.

Depressing? Kind of.
Me get outta here? Hopefully.

Karlisizzle.

Lyrics of a song I wrote

I wrote this song today, and I felt like posting the lyrics, so here we go:

I can't talk to you no more
To a brick wall from an open door
It wasn't always that way, but always.

So take your fast food to the bar
Drink and drive your mother's car
We can stay here all night, for always

Bust our hands with papercuts
We'll go numb, we won't feel much
The sensation will be there for always

If you listened to my pleas
I'm sure you'd remember me
And a time when a moment was always

I don't know if you can see deeper inside of me
And I know I can't construct the perfect melody
All I know's I want you to open up and talk to me.
Talk to me.

We play like Joe Dimagio
Don't tell Paul Simon where we go
But the message is forever, always

So if I construct a song
And at some point you sing along
Does that bring us back momentum to always?

And if you only called me back
We'd be fine, I'd be sure that
Forever can wait, we'll have always

I'm sure I don't shine as before
But I'm trying to the core
And I know that you'll be shining always.

I'm still here, so here we go.

So I haven't blogged in a few days. This has been for a few reasons; the first being that I haven't really had anything to say. However, that hasn't stopped me before, so that's not exactly a completely legitimate reason. I guess the deciding factor in my avoidance of blog would probably be because I had to hang out with my friends all weekend; the bastards. Actually, it was a really good time, a friend from out of town came up and we played WAY too much video games, didn't get enough sleep, and went to see American Gangster. It was pretty much an intense time.

The worst part of this weekend, would have to be Karlis's Forced Return to Organized Religion. That's right folks, I was forced to go to church last night by my overly-christian friend, Scott. It was at the Christian Retarded Church too. Let me tell you, that was DEPRESSING. Going to Church feels like going to school, except the lessons are twenty times more boring and you don't get to chill with all your friends. Not only was the sermon entirely boring(so much so, that myself and Jordon resorted to drawing pictures of Satan on the bulletin; even Scott fell asleep), but you could feel the judging eyes of everyone in the church going past your skin, and hear their resonating thoughts, most of which were along the lines of 'Who are these kids? They've never been here before... they must be EVIL.' Oh, and of course there's the whole 'holier-than-thou' attitude, which absolutely everyone in that stupid church had. Jordon and I couldn't stand sitting through the whole sermon, so halfway through we went and stood outside, just to keep from going insane.
NEVER AGAIN. CHURCH IS BAD.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I entirely believe in a higher power, and I believe most of the Bible, and in Jesus, and all that kind of stuff. But organized religion is bullshit. I mean, would a God really want us going and spending time being miserable so we can pretend to care about singing horrible songs praising his name? As well, would he really want us to sit through the horrible 'teachings' of some old man up on the stage who is not only boring, but ultimately also has nothing to say that we haven't heard a million times before?

DOWN WITH CHURCH.

Another frustrating thing: This morning, I woke up due to a phone call from Telus. Now, I have had VERY bad luck with my cell phones from them. First I got was an LG Chocolate phone, which worked pretty well for the first little while, but then ended up getting WATER DAMAGE, causing it to stop working. Because of this I had to buy another phone for 250 bucks, this time a Chocolate Flip. WELL, less than a month after purchasing THIS phone, it decides to spontaneously just reset itself, and then decides that it CAN'T find service anymore. It just stopped working.
So, I brought it to the Telus booth, they said they'd ship it off to get it fixed, and it wouldn't cost me anything, and that it'd take about two weeks. Well, four weeks later, then call me, and tell my my phone is finally fixed. So I go down, to pick it up. They get out the phone and start trying to set it up; LO AND BEHOLD: IT'S NOT FIXED.
So they sent it out again. To be fixed. Again.
Ugh. I'm frustrated.

That's it.
Karlisizzle

Closer

So I watched this great movie today... or actually, at the point I'm writing this it was acutally yesterday... but it was called 'Closer', and, honestly, it blew me away like no other movie has in a long time. I refer to it as the 'Clerks' of dramas(being that Clerks is like, my favorite movie ever, and has changed my life in many ways.)

Anyways, Closer is a love story, or, as it says on the dvd case from some reviewer, 'A love story for adults', which it really, really is. That's what I loved about it; it's not a happy movie where everyone 'falls in love with their soulmate' and everything ends well for absolutely everybody. This movie is gritty, dirty, and absolutely amazing. It shows what dirtbags people are, and, overall I really really enjoyed it. So watch it.

Jack Nicholson

Here I am again. Of course, once again I come with absolutely nothing to say, and plenty of words to say it in.
But first:
I hate my job.

Honestly, Zehrs to me is like my home, I spend so much time there, and yet I hate it so much. Especially since it's getting cold. It's entirely 100% depressing, the fact that I spend so many hours there, and that I'm there virtually every single day of my life. There's SO much better things to do out there then stand inside packing peoples groceries and pretending to give a damn about how their day is, and there even more better things to do than pushing carts, which is undoubtedly the most depressing part of my life, especially as the seasons change and it starts getting colder out. I'll probably kill myself; that seems like the easiest way out of another winter at Zehrs.

But yeah. Depressing. Well, let's focus on the more positive things going on, like, for example, this weekend. This weekend will NOT be spent at Zehrs! I have four days off, Saturday through Tuesday. I have no idea what I'm going to do, but just the mere fact that I won't be at Zehrs is enough positivity to keep me going through another day.
Also, payday is tomorrow. Only problem with that is I gotta try out this new 'budget plan' thing, so that I'll end up saving a significant part of my funds for college and stuff. I'm sure it'll be great in the end and I'll be entirely pleased with myself for doing it, but at the moment it has the prospect of being immediately depressing, as it leaves me with significantly less spending money than before. Damn.

So what happened today? Well, the majority of the day was spent at my favorite place in the world, pushing carts and bagging groceries(living the dream), but that was only until 5 30, so tonight I was able to squeeze in some 'having a good time'. When I got home there were very random messages on my computer from Corey and Jeremy saying 'Hey lets jam tonight' so that ended up happening. It was a pretty pointless jam session, all of it spent just improvising and making up stuff, but it was fun. It's been a long time since I played bass, so taking the time to shoot in a little more practice was appreciated by my mad skills, I'm sure. Any way you look at it, it was a genuinely fun time.

Now is the time for me to waste time doing nothing on the computer, and perhaps eat something. It shall be an exciting night. Nay, it shall be the greatest night of my entire life!
Well that's not true at all. But I get to stay up late and sleep in, since I don't work until three in the afternoon tomorrow. That's a plus.
And, at that, I will depart.
Karlisizzle

I want this book...

It's a book full of indie poetry...
And since indie is awesome, I basically want it.

LUIS DUBUC – The Secret Handshake
From “last day alive”

“I’ve climbed to the highest point in this damned city.
I never really liked it that much, but I’m afraid I’m going to miss it.”


AARON CHAPMAN – Nurses

“I spoke with GOD last night, and being the benevolent being that he is, he had some surprisingly keen insight he’d like me to pass on. GOD said he would like the word and notion ‘god’ to be replaced with the word ‘life.’”

Don't respect me, I'm wearing a clip-on.

So, apparently, blogs are retarded. As my good friend Alec put it, 'Everyone should shut up.' While I rather agree with that statement of his, I'd rather keep venting on my own personal thoughts into this text box. Maybe I should shut up, but I don't really care. Nobody's forcing anyone to read this... I'm just writing it because I feel like it. So, if you're wasting time reading this, then GO GET A LIFE. Ha. Kidding.

On another note, am I the only one that loves the winter? I mean, it's just such a beautiful time of year; why do we care so much about the cold? I mean, in the summer we're all complaining about how it's too hot, but then when winter comes we STILL aren't satisfied. Winter is probably the nicest period of time that there is, with the whole world covered in a blanket of snow. Mm. I like that mental image.
Unfortunately, we haven't reached that point yet. Currently all we've got is a wet, slushy, freezing cold mess. Damn.
It really makes my job really horrible too; today, pushing carts was the most miserable it's ever been. Especially since it kept switching back and forth between rain and snow. Absolutely brutal. Probably the worst part of it all was choosing between coats; either you wore the raincoat outside and nearly froze to death but stayed dry, or you wore the padded winter coat outside, and got soaked to the bone. Neither way was altogether too exhilaratingly fun. But starting in the next week or so we get to wear these funny looking red shirts instead of our regular 'white-collared-shirt-clip-on-tie-and-apron' uniform. So that should be okay. Any chance to escape from the evil clutches of a collar is alright with me.

And clip on ties? Don't get me started. They're just stupid. I mean, not only are they unstylish as hell below, they're also strangely uncomfortable, and just project an aura that screams "don't respect me, I'm wearing a clip-on."

That's the way I feel at least.

So what's the plan for the rest of the night? Crabby Joes it seems to be. As the usual hangout spot, I guess there's nothing wrong with that. Especially with it being wing night and all. Should be an exciting time. Then I guess I'll come home... and... watch a movie or go on the computer or something...

OH RIGHT.
I have to get together my application for OIART. That recording school that I want to go to next year. I guess I'll do that tonight. Sounds like a supersweet time I'm thinking.

But that's all for now.
Karlisizzle

A Slim McShady

So basically all I have to say right now is that Mashups are awesome.
I mean, the blending of two or more songs together to form something completely new and different is unquestionably an art of it's own merit, and creates something really interesting to listen to; after all, it's brand new, and yet familiar at the same time.

What it comes down to, is that Mashups are intense.
A great site where there are a whole bunch posted on a regular basis is Mashup Town
That is a great website, where I've discovered many of the Mashups I love.

Be sure to check out Go Home Productions, because the ones by him are entirely awesome.

That is all.
Karlisizzle

They're not gay. They're hobbits.

Okay, so after writing my first post to this blog, I went and thought about doing something else, then realized that all I really wanted to do was keep blogging. So I thought to myself 'What the hell, let's make another one'. And so I am.

Alright, well I mentioned in the previous post that I'm going to use this site to post like lyrics and poems and stuff, so here's a song I wrote a little while ago... like a few weeks ago. Really catchy song, I really like how it sounds, and hopefully I can do something with it. The lyrics are in no way 'amazing', but they're alright, and they suit the song perfectly.
It's a loveish song. By that, I mean it's a positive song about being in love with somebody, but for some reason it just hasn't really happened yet. It's a song about NOT being with the person that you're in love with, but from a positive 'hopeful-for-the-future' kind of aspect.
So here's the lyrics:

There's flowers in my eyes and there's snow on frozen ground
I'm blinded from the light until you bring me back down
It's always back and forth in my own reality
Clawing at my mind, wanting you to set me free
We're melting on the inside as I'm bursting at the seams
I don't understand how you're doing this to me
It's like you just don't try, you're sure you never say maybe
I'm pretty sure that you're driving my crazy

But I've made up my mind
And I'm sure that I'm just fine

But if I had you, I think that I'd be alright
No more worries keeping me up all night
If it were you, it don't matter how much you care
I'm content if you're just there.

Teardrops fall like raindrops there's enough to fill the sea
But crying doesn't bring you back to me
And if I could I'd hold you, but what's the use in holding in
All I want to do is tell you everything
You're beautiful as heaven, as far as I can tell
There's no such thing as close enough, I guess it's just as well
But I'm sure I'm going crazy and I've prob'ly lost my mind
That's the way it seems to be now, all the time

But if I had you, I think that I'd be alright
No more worries keeping me up all night
If it were you, it don't matter how much you care
I'm content if you're just there.

Nothing makes the heart grow fonder
As days and distance grows
And as I sing these final words
I think that you should know
You should know

That if I had you, I think that I'd be alright
No more worries keeping me up all night
If it were you, it don't matter how much you care
I'm content if you're just there.



Basically, it's the last line of the chorus that really sums up the whole song; I'm content if you're just there. I love that line so much. It just evokes so much... I don't even know. It's a very happy song, and I wish I was still that happy... but it's alright I guess. Life's not about constant joy and happiness, it's about pulling yourself off the ground. We all fall, but we all gotta get back up. True, it can get depressing, but what it comes down to is that there's so much to live for, for just about everybody. There's of course the universal subject that most people seem to map their whole life around. Of course, I'm talking about love.

Why is it that love is the most universal force in the world? Like, it influences everything in life. Listen to music; half the songs out there are about love. If nothing else, it's a subplot in just about every movie ever made. I'm sorry, but is love really that interesting? Like, my god. Is there really nothing better out there to live for?

Well, I intend to find out.
Karlisizzle

Adventures in Solitude

Well...
Somewhere along the way, I decided to start writing a blog. Seems like a good place to sort of track what I'm thinking, and just write random stuff that nobody will really care about... either way you look at it, I just feel like writing random bullshit to myself, and here's a creative outlet to doing it.

So what exactly am I going to do with this blog? Well there's the obvious stroke that says 'write about your life and thoughts' and so, I intend to truly do that. As well, it is an intention of mine to post lyrics on here too. So that could be a pretty sweet idea.
On top of that, I also plan to post lyrics that I've written on here. Because I like writing poetry and lyrics, and so that sounds like a sweet plan to me.

So right now, I'm listening to some horrible music that I recorded a bit over a year ago up in my room... to think I actually wanted to release this. This stuff isn't very good. It's too rushed, and way too amateur for my liking. I know for a fact I can do a lot better. But I guess that's the way that life is supposed to go, as we go along we all get better at whatever we do. The only problem is that I really really dislike this stuff I recorded so long ago. Oh well. It was good for the time I guess.

Oh, on a side note, Kevin Smith is a God. My brother is devoting his attention to the TV where he is watching the cinematic masterpiece that is Clerks II. Of course, the first Clerks is a better movie, but this sequel is really really amazing as well. Every movie that man has made is genius, be it Mallrats, Chasing Amy, or even the ridiculous Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back(okay, maybe that one isn't 'genius'. But it's still pretty damn funny). I gotta say though, I've never seen Jersey Girl, but essentially I don't intend on it. Everyone says it's horrible, and I really don't want to ruin my holy opinion of Kevin Smith. That'd just be wrong.

Well, it's at this point that I depart from this mental outlet and turn my attentions to even more frivolous attractions, such as the deep bowels of rock and roll. But this isn't over.
Karlisizzle

EDIT: To hear the horrible music, go here.