more comfortable in the dark

tomorrow night is a vancouver bloggers meet up which i am on the fence about whether or not to go. yes, the meetup is downtown somewhere. i forget where, but what i am definitely going to see is the jazz trio down at mo’butta at 8:30. join me if you like. also downtown.
you know, this red and white thing, and all the amber from the city lights which has made itself so apparent on the blog is a long ways from the spooky midnight-blue shots of victoria along with the old cool-blue layout.
that being said, this design is neat, but i don’t think it’s here to stay. my original idea in the redesign was to go cool and dark. and i think i will.. but there are so many other things to do right now. such as homework. yes. homework.
other things not here to stay: me, here in north vancouver. i don’t like having to choose between having a productive night, or going out to town for a bit. and i think, yah, that’s fine, people can come visit me. but that really does not happen.
and i am not a hermit by nature.
yes, change is in the cards for me; i am thinking west end or just plain downtown. no difference in commute time, perhaps even faster. the one cool thing about being where i am is my brother is close by. and that is worth a bunch to me, but it’ll be simple enough for me to visit him anyhow. four more months. i don’t really want to move again but i really can’t see myself staying here and continuing like this..
and in the mean time .. i’ll continue to crave the fresh air and try to avoid listening to dido too much.. she’s so bloody emotional and drops it all into a tune like it ain’t no thing.
“I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn’t say it, well I’d still have felt it
where’s the sense in that?
I promise I’m not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can’t talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of “it’s over”
then I’m sure that that makes sense
I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I’m sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I’ll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I’ve moved on…. “

by the way david, i am totally interested in doing a re-interpretation of your poem in lyric form. open source lyrics, how cool is that? soooo freakin’ cool.

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  1. you sound super-plus unhappy, my man.. I hear one more brokasso comment, and I’m gonna go over there on my magic carpet and give you a hug, or get some hot chick, controlled mostly by my psionic powers to give you said hug.

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