emptyharbour

http://www.adbusters.org/magazine/79/hipster.html

Finally, a well-worded piece detailing the fallacies of hipster culture.

I've never 'hated' any particular social group, never had reason to. But the hipsters have always, always, driven me crazy.

Back from the dead. Or at least, something along those lines. Looks like I'm stuck with this life, or it's stuck with me, for a few rounds yet.

Back in classes. Genetics. Zoology. Molecular biology. All this science... not sure I'll ever figure anything out. I'm officially older than shit on campus, which is odd to adjust to. Oh well. Kids these days... no substance....
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It's been a month since the Fourth of July
Stood there and stared at the grief in my eyes
Leave it to me to live out a lie

So I sat on the curb and I cried like a child
Catching my breath just walk for awhile
And I thought of what could go wrong

I'm already gone
Don't say a word
I can't hear...
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My lungs and liver may one day lie ravaged beneath the black of cancer, my brain may wither or my bones turn to dust beneath me, but I know it will ultimately be my heart which kills me. I will someday follow love, or be driven by it, beyond this world.

It wears me down.

I have a soft heart, one given to perhaps silly outbursts of emotion and feeling. I fall too hard, too easily, too willingly. I don't want to go back to those old, cold days, with walls and isolation and trying to forget everything and everyone, but after today, I just can't muster the will to get out of this house.

am I doomed to be old and yet wondering when i'll grow into myself?

If love really existed, we all wouldn't be so soft and easy to ruin.

Fuck you, 2007. I'm sure as shit glad to see you go.

Attended Brian's funeral today. Not fun, not easy, and not the sort of thing I ever want to attend, ever again. I don't cry often. But i did today. Terrible.

It bothers me when I attempt to clarify a situation, or learn more about someone's opinion, and I'm deigned poor enough a character such that I don't even warrant a response.

Considering actual participation in this site again. Perhaps a bit foolish, but lately I've the time and the lack of reason. So maybe this is another kick at the cat, this time with actual effort.

It's been a terrible week here. Finishing further exams, submitting papers and proposals, Christmas pressures and all the usual economic strain. A typical December, at first. Then on Monday, Brian...
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Seriously, what the fuck is up with this town? People here are goddamn nuts. Nobody calls back, nobody responds, everyone argues. It's like being in grade 3 all over again.

I've been drinking too much and hiding in my music room all night. Not exactly the most social of pastimes, but it makes me grin a little and is at least better than dying slowly...
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Been back in Calgary for about a month now; I'm settling into my new place and doing my best to find some comfortable places to do a little drinking. It's pretty empty here, to be honest. Not much to do, not much to say. I spend my days with family or on my own, I play a lot of music and probably drink too often...
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All the days are so fast that I can never hold onto them, all smooth and slippery. There are never any seconds to sleep when they're all spent speaking, seeking every way we can to stretch out the hours like taffy, endless and sweet. I don't know, it all sometimes feels okay these days, heavy but loose, letting all the air rush in. Right there...
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