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.