I was talking to a friend (Hello Kat!) a while back about Blogging/Livejournals and she made an interesting point.

She was saying how strange it was that people go online and essentially, spill their guts out to an unknown audience.

I mentioned that it seemed pretty much the same as writing in a pen-and-paper journal to me.

That's when she said the interesting bit...

A pen-and-paper journal is private, so in that space you're free to voice whatever thoughts you want, and the identity you create by talking to yourself in that way is entirely your own, because you're writing is free from outside pressures. (she said)

On the internet though, these livejournals--which are supposed to serve the same purpose--are public. That means that if so-and-so (who you have a crush on) reads your live journal, then you can't post about so-and-so. (she continued)

The end result is that the identity you're creating and expressing is in some ways fictional, and the act of journalling loses its emotional significance. (she concluded)

Neat huh? That Kat's a smart girl.

I should probably censor myself more on here, but then what's the point?

-Trevor

P.S. I totally think so-and-so is cute!

What is this thing called, that we've got going on?
Why can't I sleep tonight?
Was I a jerk at the party?
Want to have lunch?
Is there room for a little something more?
Will I be in Vancouver next year?
Does it matter?
How serious is not too serious?
How much of this is something, and how much of it is nothing?
Who's line is it anyway?
When does life start, or have I missed that part?
What's happening on Thursday?
Are you coming to the next party?

And again, why can't I sleep tonight???

-Trevor

I wonder sometimes, if I'm even capable of love anymore. But only when the thought creeps up on me from behind.

For the most part, I'm pretty sure that I am. For the most part.

The thing is, is there anything I could do about it either way? Am I supposed to be out there searching?

I thought that you always find love when you least expect it, or when you give up trying to find it. Maybe the problem is that I'm expecting to find it now that I've given up trying.

Maybe I should start looking, and because that's exactly when I'd least expect to meet someone (when I'm expecting to meet someone) then I'll meet someone.

Maybe I've already met them? Maybe I shouldn't be so maudlin.

-Trevor

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(Expected Number of Guests x Number of Drinks Per Guest)

-------------------------------------------------------- = Number of Kegs

            Number of Cups in a Keg










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[Number of Kegs * (Cost of Keg + Deposit)] + Cost of DJ + Cost of Pump = Total Cost










[1.3]



Total Cost

---------- = Number of People to Break Even

   $10










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(Actual Number of Guests x Average Drinks Per Guest)

----------------------------------------------------   < 1

         Number of Kegs x Cups per Keg

From the Globe and Mail:

"As swing states with large elderly populations such as Florida gear up for another presidential election," says The Washington Post, "a sleeper issue has been gaining attention on medical, legal and political radar screens: Many people with advanced dementia appear to be voting in elections, including through absentee ballot. Although there are no national statistics, two studies in Pennsylvania and Rhode Island found that patients at dementia clinics turned out in higher numbers than the general population. . . . Concern is growing that people with dementia may be targets for partisan exploitation in nursing homes and other facilities. Even without abuse, family members and caregivers may unduly influence close elections."

Original Article

-Trevor

Hey there!

Sign up for the new party e-mail list!

http://www.awesomejumbo.com/partylist.html

It's spam-free, I checked it out.

Here's the latest invite:

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       ATTENTION ALL PARTY OPERATIVES

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       ***URGENT ACTION NOTICE***

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       LEVEL 3 RIGHT-TO-PARTY VIOLATION

       IN PROGRESS

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Party Class Communication

RefDate: 09-18-04

RefClass: EMGY-PRTY-WFW



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     + ACTION CODE:     + 

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       WET FROSH WEEK



Attention Operatives,



The PARTY has learned that square-orists

have placed operatives deep within several

essential PARTY organizations.



The square-orists’ latest tactic has been

an assault at the very heart of the PARTY:

Frosh Week.



Alcohol sales were completely prohibited

for the duration of this year’s week,

squarifying a whole year’s worth of PARTY

recruits.



The PARTY has obtained a Keg of Beer

And shored up operations in a secret

location well away from the square-orists’

command center. 



Please contact ANY and ALL available PARTY

Operatives and have them RENDEZ-VOUS at the

Location below for a massive Counter-Party.



Trevor Coleman

Basement Coordinator

Party Central



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ACTION PLAN DETAILS:

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WET FROSH WEEK COUNTER-PARTY

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Evan, Trevor, Ursula and Steve’s Place

403 Adelaide St. W.

(100m West of Adelaide/Spadina)

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WHEN: THIS SATURDAY

	SEPT. 18th, 2004

	10:00pm – Way Late

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BEER: We’ll have a keg.

	$10 will get you more

	suds than Palmolive!

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INFO: E-mail trevor@awesomejumbo.com



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When breath no longer passes through these lips,
And mortal drums quit beating in mt chest,
When life from 'tween my fingers starts to slip
To heav'n, my soul departed with the rest,
I would not see thee weeping over me,
Thy brow, deep furrowed with a lover's frown,
Your cheeks, by hot tears stained, I would not see,
Your eyes, so red with darkened rings around,
This sight to me, would carry great offence
The beauty of your face so overthrown,
With strong emotion, bitingly intense,
Would, even from my grave, elicit moans.
Yet cry one single small wet tear for love,
For it was truly given from above.

-Trevor

So I told off some kids today. They were sitting behind me talking during the lecture. I was too hungover to deal with it. So I turned around and let them no in no uncertain terms what I thought of them.

I felt bad afterwarsd, but really, I'm not paying $800 to hear what they think about the lecture. I'm there for the lecture.

Being back in school is the same as I expected, and completely different from waht I expected. Getting through first year is going to be the hard part.

It's not the workload, it's the huge classes, the kids I have to deal with.

So far I'm keeping my room clean--big new desk, very exciting. And I'm up to date with my reading. Three more weeks and it'll be a habit, right?

I'll tell you in three weeks.

-Trevor

Back to school!

It's just like the good ol' days, waking up stupid-early to go to school. I noticed today that I have four of my classes on one day. It's not a huge amount of class, but it'll be a ton o' textbooks.

Just call me quasimodo.

Look out York! Here I come!

-Trevor