It is beyond me

My Uncle Stan died on Friday. He was buried yesterday. It's been a while since I've gone to a funeral for somebody I actually knew well, and throughout everything that happened that day, I truly don't feel like there was closure. I felt like there was a lot of shit going on that I just couldn't wrap my head around.
The main one is a matter of respect, or lackthereof.
While driving behind the hearse on the way to the church (my dad was in the funeral procession, so we were marked as such) people were cutting us and the rest of the procession off, running through streets, not giving the hearse a break to pull through, cutting their way INTO the procession, it was absolutely ridiculous. Call me old fashioned, but when I see a hearse driving down the street followed by 5 cars marked 'FUNERAL', I don't cut into the line then start honking my horn 'cause traffic's slowed down. I know there are lots of people who aren't religious, and don't respect religion, and I have no problem with that whatsoever, but when it comes to something like this, it goes beyond religion. It's respect for those who have passed, and those who are mourning.
I just plain straight up don't get it.

Either way, Stan, you were a huge influence on me. You taught me many things about music and morals as a child that undoubtedly shaped me to be the way I am. I feel absolutely honored to say you were a relation to me, and I'll love you from this day forward as I always have.
Rest in Peace, and don't have too much fun without us.

The smokestacks are only getting holier by the minute

Hoooooooommmmmmmmeeeeeee!!!!!
weird, home. My puppy remembered me, which is a relief.
Other than that though, I feel like a bit of a stranger. I know it's my house, and I treat it as such, but it's just so...weird.
Anywho....that's it. I thought I had more interesting things to say.
HAHA INTERESTING THINGS OH CHRIS HOW NAIVE HAVE YOU GOTTEN?

Holy smokestacks

K. So.
Katimavik is over. that was fast. Can 6 months be fast? I don't know. But it felt pretty fast for 6 months.
I think it felt so fast because we did so much stuff that I started to forget the first bit of stuff we did, thus erasing it from memory and from time signifigance. I forget a lot of stuff about what I've done. But I think the important stuff has stuck, which is good.
My journal is next to useless to remind me, as I wrote in it very sparcely. and it was mostly spur-of-the-moment poetry.
Poetry about all that cruddy touchy feeling "ooh these are my sentiments wah" poetry.
I should get a livejournal for these things.
I'll be the next Chris Crocker.
Chris McCrocker. it has a nice ring to it
LEAVE THE OLSEN TWINS ALONE!!
crack cocaine ain't so bad, you guys.
someone get be a blanket, stat.
Anyway.
it feels real weird not being in katimavik. it's such a strange lifestyle there, and I've only been out of it for about 12 hours, and I'm not even home, but it's still so weird.
Whatever. I'm glad to be doin' what I'm doin'.
I got 500 dollars cash in my pocket, a ride out to montreal, a place to stay, and a whole lot of partying to do with my little french lady.
should be a good time.

woooooaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

buddy. hold up on the neglect-o-tron. best wipe the dust off this puppy before continuing.
I really don't have much to say. Everything is still peachy. one of our group members went home, which is a little suck, BUT I got to see The Hold Steady AND Gogol Bordello in concert. Which is soul-owning-worthy. also just got back from Victoria island with 4 awesome pals. which is also soul-owning-worthy. youth hostels are so much fun. John is australian. moving on.
actually that's it.
so much for not saying anything
so much for catching up
so much for NOT TALKING TO YOURSELF STUPID
SO MUCH FOR NOT BEING STUPID, STUPID.
STUPID.
not stupid, k?

posting party!

k.
so. number 2.
Work is great. the house is great. the people are more than I could've asked for. right now, I'm sleeping in the laundry room with the bugs, which is a little unsettling, but whatever. I read by the dryer light. very convenient.
When I say the people are more than I could've asked for, I speak of the majority, not the whole.
there is one that rots the socks off an ox with botox. but we won't get into that.
I fell down the stairs yesterday, carrying a glass of water. I got wet. it was funny.
we also made a tower out of cups, condoms, napkins, and pencils. it was the greatest and most contraceptive tower ever constructed.
I also doodled a picture. of douglas.
douglas the dinosaur
douglas the dinosaur, and the city on his back. I wrote a song about him.
I'll post it later. it's downstairs.
it's called douglas the dinosaur, and the city on his back.
it's a city I'd like to visit, considering it's on the back of a dinosaur
named douglas
but I digress.
can you digress from one thought back into a ramble that had no real structure or logical progression in the first place? let's try.
I miss my Rusty. sleeping is so so hard without him.
but he is in good hands
great hands, really. I haven't met the hands, but I hear they're alright.
I trust the hands to keep rusty out of harm's way.
the things I miss most are dumb.
I don't miss my friends, my family, my life, or anything
just an inanimate object
a family pet
and somebody who I've never met before.
the present day has turned humans into squishies.
touchy feely emotionally retarded backwards logistical inefficient squishies

but we usually give great hugs
if we're not mugging you.

This song reads my mind

No, it's not what we meant to say.
We don’t really love each other.
What happens when the summer’s over?
How long before distance becomes a chore?
I'm approaching with great, great trepidation.
I hope you’ll understand.

Before you speak
think about what you're trying to say.
Who else is there to blame for miscommunication?
You're getting caught up in the excitement.
You making promises you can’t keep.
You need to leave all your options open.

Anxiety, Anxiety you give me no mercy.
Grind my teeth smooth and flat in my sleep.
We took some pills to calm us down.
Then we needed help to come back up.
Just trying to stay in control of the situation.

Too much momentum.
This room feels like it's going to explode.
Too many angles.
Too many factors to cover.
Waiting for signal.
You're searching for network.
You have to fight to stay in control of the situation.
They fall apart so easily.

British Columbia

it is warm. it is big. it's kinda wet. there's veggies in our garden. they are big and yummy. our house is old and kinda creaky, but mostly awesome. well, all awesome. the people (save one or two) are absoultely super duper stellar. it's only been a week, and I've already loved them forever. I don't wanna leave. ever. if I could just live with these people and cook and garden and clean and have fun and play games and dance in the rain and play music and just live, it would be the best.
it's only been a week, and I'm already dreading the end.