Blazing New Trails to Never Fail.

Read the post beneath this one, but a major turn of events has occured.

I have finally found Helena by the Misfits. If you doubt the sheer awesomeness of the song, the lyrics are posted below.

I`ve literally crawled Limewire, DC++ and Ares since I got here, unable to grab a real copy of the song until not thirty seconds ago.


Lyrics

Hey all,

I have no grand lecture regarding higher beings, points of view on religious preference, or the like. All I really have to offer is this:

If you`ll all recall, I`d been bitching on my last blog about an inability to sleep despite my always being tired. I once again have become a sufferer of this affliction. I pinned it down at one point to some strange neurological, circadian rhythm disorder, but I think it stems deeper; a subject I won`t bother to graze as it has absolutely no solid basis. The only thing I can tell you is that I woke up this morning and thought my eyes were caving into the back of my skull. The dull black beneath them seemed to outline the sockets completely.

Either way, this doesn`t seem to have bearing on my ability to function, except in that I lack the focus and clarity to sit down and read like I desperately need to to stay afloat here. Wuthering Heights, Emma, and Charlemagne's Courtier all call my name, and I reject them like a poorly recorded Paris Hilton single.

My weekend seemed to solidify the edging inclination that it`s time I seperate my name from the other three that live at the Bilyea household right now. A little beef between 3am and my father branded a rancid wart into the healing relationship between my father and I and the drive back was near-completely silent.

It could have had something to do with the fact that he spent the majority of the blizzard on Sunday pumping excess water from our backyard so that those who were touring it wouldn`t see it. Sadly, I think they saw, and he expressed his concern at this. They`re trying so desperately to (like me) evacuate that horrible city and it`s terrible influences forever. I just don`t know if I`ll be able to go with them.

Which brings me to my next point. I don`t think I was cut out to live in the city. In fact, whenever I go to Toronto, I freak, and as I ventured into Kitchener today, I reeled at the overwhelming buildings and population in such a small area. I think I`m just going to get a farmhouse. Maybe somewhere where it rains a lot.

To digress and eventually arc fully back to my point, there are certain CD`s that I`ve purchased in my life which have had such a deep impact on my psyche that they possess certain eccentricities in my listening catalogue. Pink Floyd`s The Wall cannot be listened to unless I`m willing to take the 80 minutes and listen to the full album. If it comes on randomly in my playlist, I will turn it off. Bright Eyes` Lifted or The Story is in the Soil, Keep your Ear to the Ground is only good on weekends when I can listen to it while cleaning or reading. I can`t listen to all of Kid A unless I`m writing, and if I`m in a bad mood, anything by the Black Crowes won`t even cross my mind. I purchased (while in Kitchener, see the arc?) Jeff Buckley`s Grace. This is going to be another huge album for me, and there`s no escaping it. Lover You Should`ve Come Over is one of the best songs I`ve ever heard, and there`s no escaping that. It`s going to be big, and I will probably draw a good amount of my titles from that for the next little while.

It`s 2:30 though, and I have good things to do right now..like fold my laundry and let Alex sleep...so...

I`m out, and watch WLU.com for The Bizz Rapport. I`ve got a new blog VERY soon there, and with the "state of the art" technology that I actually have to undergo training for, it should be good times..or weird times.

Well, with great respect and love `till the end, I say:

Good night and Good Luck `osphere. Long may you run.

Bizz.

At the end of this post I`ve posted for you the greatest thing every recorded. If that was not enough..I also provided the video to accompany that!

Now, I recieved a call today ensuring that I will indeed be influencing the minds of Laurier`s future by employing my super blogging skillz. Naturally, I accept with humility..blah blah blah.. I`ll rock ass. I really hope they saw this and the other blogs, so as to prove that I can still be rude, out of line and a complete asshole, and still earn respect in this...what would you call it...intellectual community?

People should also come visit me, especially Ben...and Liam too. He seems lonely. Not that I`ve talked to him in a week. This seems to be a problem, this Liam calling Blake thing. Jordan pesters from the north to hit the KO (the greatest bar in Waterloo, if only for our patronage), so if Liam wants in on that, he should REALLY come out of the Kin hole he`s dug himself into and enjoy some brain cell destruction.

Also, I feel the need to celebrate. I`ve been getting nothing but great news all damn day. I found out that I might just be able to keep that little (Hon) after my BA which will of course succeed my name. This is mainly because I`m dropping the albatross around my neck called "Spanish". Seriously, how something like an eighth of North American people speak this fucking language I have NO IDEA. This has to be the craziest, most un-understandable language ever to r-r-r-oll off of the human tongue. Why is "I" said "yo"? Either way, it`s a good move on my part. I`ll post the case of Blake vs. The Language of Spanish later. It`s a long, ENGLISH spoken tale. Not to be translated. Not to be discussed in Spanish, not even to be read by my Spanish demographic, yo.

Well, without further ado, enjoy this shit!

Edit: My friends are lame and didn`t like the greatest riffage ever through their speakers every time they loaded this page...so I removed it to please the fans. This willn`t happen again.

Lads, Ladies.

I`ve recieved some complaints as to my lack of links. In reply to this apparent shortcoming on my wonderful blog I say: Fuck you, you mildly intimidating bunch of teramisu-resembling bastards.

That was mostly to dean, he`ll get it.

Basically, the last four or five nights have been spent in Stratford. The great story of my Grandparent`s fiftieth wedding anniversary approaches nigh. Apparently a number of you nosy bastards have been spreading word about some type of sexual rendezvous with Andream Bedfordm. Apparently you`re fucking stupid...really fucking stupid.

Here goes:
I went home Thursday, and spent a wonderful evening out on the town. Nothing special, basically a nice night of coffee and cigarettes, but I was out late, and this was of course, a regrettable action in the mornin.
My aunt Alvina was down for the anniversary to surprise my mimi and grandpa, and was sleeping in my sister`s room. This of course means that my sister gets my room, and I get...ta da! The Basement.
I slept on the couch, which is becoming a more and more regular event as the weekends of my homecoming become more numerous. I think I`m just going to digg a sleeping pit in the basement and make it permanent.

Oh, and for those of you not aware, I`m moving to London..at least, theoretically. I`m not actually moving with my parents, but I will have a technical homebase in London.

But I digress.

I woke up on Friday morning to my irate mother wandering about the house causing fights and tension between my sister and herself. I tried to keep my cool, but was unsuccessful, and began to fight as well. I`d arranged with Andrea to have her come over the Friday morning. She agreed reluctantly to be my date so as to prove to my grandparents that I wasn`t gay.

Well, she got there around 11:30, and we got something to eat at Tim Hortens before hopping in the car with my crazy mom and driving to London.

Basically, a short list of drive-down highlights:
- My mom becomes enraged when Andream and I take our homework. I wish I knew why..
-On the drive to London, my mom, completely o`ertaken with the fact that she has two wedding cakes in the back of the car, decides to take the bumpiest, most decrepit road she can find. Again, I wish I knew why.
-Upon our arrival in London, my mom quizzes me as to the address. When I reply, she tells me I`m wrong and that I never help out.
- When we find the Delta Armouries, she takes a road to find parking, and ends up in an an oncoming lane. I tell her so and she tells me to stop driving.
- She turns around, only to end up at a street with no right turn. She turns around again attempts to turn into the same road.
- I tell her that we`re going to die if we stay in this lane and she tells me again to stop driving. Andream becomes a little scared.
- We make it, and I offer my assistance to help her with the cake. She says no. She tells me again that I never help.

Basically, after that, I found the bar and hit it up. It was a poorly made RnC with Captain Morgan`s Rum. Why does every bar use this? It`s worse, yet more expensive than Bacardi. Why?

The party afterwards included pictures, cake and live music. I played one song (or maybe more) with the dude who was playing. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

My young cousins began asking about Andream, and if she was my girlfriend. I replied yes, and started to hug her and be more affectionate to more "EW"`s and such. It was good.

Basically, I got reasonably sloshed on an open bar.

It was good.

I came home and worked 13 hours the next day and visited Carls. Good times had by all. Tired mornings had by me.

Nothing happened with Andream. I cannot stress this enough.

Good god.

Man, What a week.

I got back here early Sunday, and quickly realized that my studiousness has been slacking lately. I hit the books so hard they cried. I nailed a Film Exam today. 50 multiple choice, they died. Like ghosts. Only dead-er.

Either way, I`m tired still, and sleep seems to be coming reasonably easy. Mainly because of the fact that I`ve now seen (finally) 4 episodes of Neon Genesis with promise of more.

I want to go out drinking tomorrow, and if any of the Watercrew wants to come out with me, I think that it`s been too long.

So, I`m going to let Liam post about our weekend. All I can say is..that man ran. Quickly. I don`t know what he`s using my zippo for now, but god damn I hope it`s not drugs.

Bake ya Be Ill.-zzle

-Hem.

Yeah, so things here are getting hectic. After long night after long night (either spent working my ass off or reading or drinking) I`ve finally adjusted to the intense lack of sleep that will be a common theme through the next four-five years.

Of course, also emerging within the last week is the possibility of realizing a lifelong dream of teaching in Thailand. My fellow Laurier elite and arch rival of Writer`s Craft fame *Breezym Mallen claims to have committed herself to similar endeavors, so perhaps I should swallow my pride and talk to her. Either way, the signup is next week for a seminar regarding spending your third year teaching abroad. The sound of that literally erectifies me.

My musical tastes have expanded in leaps in bounds since I started here. No longer will I rant about the lack of fecundity in Hip Hop. Tone Def, DJ Shadow, and Nas now excite me. This is what I spend most of my days and nights listening to thanks wholly to my dope roommate Alex.
I think there was a post earlier as well on another blog regarding my aggrivation at being placed in an all male residence. This is a completely inaccurate depiction of my feelings towards what I consider to be my real home. I love it here. Last night, I watched at least 10 members of my floor play a 6 hour game of some kind of advanced Risk wherein Elephants were used. Elephants! Do you realize the leaps and bounds that Risk and whatever company now owns the rights to it have taken? Like Anis Del Toros. Tastes like Licorice..."Yes, two big ones."

However, Vendo muchos hambre.

Ich komme de la maison avec le dinner.

Oh man.

Bizzle.

*Names Changed Drastically to prevent legal action. Oh, and protect privacy and whatnot.

I wrote an exam today. The first of many (hopefully) for my university career.
I think I did ok. It was well-studied for, and two guys on my floor are in the class with me, and we all studied together. Good times, great essays.

This post is basically centered around one major event in my day. Perhaps you`ve heard me reference on the old blog(s) about the Raj. Well, first the boring details: after I got home from waterloo, accepted Darryl`s money for Swiss Chalet, and made fun of my sister for a while, I went to work.

Good night, I worked with Warden, and we peeled potatoes. Oh, and made food and stuff. You know..the business relies on that or something.

Then...as the rush was in full swing...the most inconvenient time for the Raj to make her grandiose gesture of futility....she called, and wished so badly to speak to Hank.

Hank talked, we all propped an ear, and Raquel* demanded that her return not be imminent, and in joking manners threatened to quit if she was indeed hired back.

Hank laughed and said nothing of her return. The Raj will be sorely dissapointed and scorned for her devious and scandalous (albeit entertaining) escapades at the Quail`s Inn*.

After my shift ended at around 1230, I went down to Molly`s to see the band. It turned out to be a really wicked guitar player whose name escapes me...

BUT, I had a RNC, and dropped that place like it was a bad habit.

Now I`m home and typing this out on the Mac. This computer is actually kind of neat when you check out the details. Though I know I`ll recieve a good scathing deal of scolding from Liam for saying this...I kind of like this thing.

The only bitch i`d offer up is that these keys are UNGODLY big.

Oh yeah, and listen to the Fugees` album "The Score". Lauryn Hill can`t be stopped here..ever.

Bizzzzzzzzzz (I`m sleeping, in case you didn`t get it)

*All names changed to the literal complete opposite of what they actually are so that no lawsuits, or other legal action can be brought up against me.
Thx..The Management.

I`m tired, to say the least.

I`m in fact so tired that I nearly fell asleep in History today. This is a poor idea seeing as how I have a midterm in that subject on Friday.

So I went home, laid down for a while, and slept for a good twenty minutes or so.

I awoke rejuvenated...Or something. I downloaded some Rage and "3 is a Magic Number" by Blind Melon. This kept me sedated for awhile. Mike (a guy from my floor) came to my room and informed me that he and Jake (his roomate) are watching "Rescue Me", a show featuring Dennis Leary as an alcoholic fireman. This show is really amazing. It`s hilarious, tear jerking..runs the whole gamut...blah blah blah blah...entertainment. I watched, I laughed.

I went out, grabbed a coffee, and read my stories for Reading Fiction, and listened to Matt Good for a while. I then discussed some purchases of the DVD burner variety with Wolfgang...while listening to "How I could just Kill a Man".

As I was walking back from my coffee though, another guy that lives next door told me I'd missed Gillette handing out free Fusion Razors to all the floors. I bolted down, used Jake's email for their little form, and grabbed up my new Gillette Fusion. If you don`t know what a Fusion razor is..it`s this:

...and it is my opinion that it really is not so hot. I cleaned up a little on my face, and mine didn`t even talk. Five blades of PAIN. It seemed to tear the hair out of my face five times harder, and five times more searing than the one blade disposable razors I have now. That is my opinion. Don't sue me.



But seriously.

If you guys ever get a chance to check out good music...check out "What's Golden" by Jurassic 5.
You`ll love it. I have only Fraser to thank for that.

I was also stumbling, and found that my name is an Anagram for Bake Ya Be Ill.

I thought that was pretty sweet. Add some punctuation, and you get something like: Bake, ya be ill.

This could be an advertisement for marijuana use...and here I am not in marketing..not that I would ever advertise for marijuana use. That`s grody.

Well, from the Bizz Track...I bid thee adieu.

Bizzle.

Isn`t this a wonderful world?

Birds chirping..sea turtles swimming, me attending this incredibly wonderful institution that wants me to blog for them.

Things are great, friends. And I can only say that it`s because Jesus wants you all for Sunbeams..

But seriously, folks.

Don`t post ANYTHING offensive on here until I get my interview next week. Nothing about me, no swears, something nice, I don`t really care. They`ll probably look me up, and it`d be great if they could find something great, because I think that I could write a blog that aptly describes my time at this school, and I would appreciate your help in getting that blog.

Thanks,

The Management.