The Truth

There has been a hole in my blog’s heart, a hole that can only be filled with truth rather than impossible claims about awesome things. In order to fill that hole today’s entry will not be exaggerated. The reason for me doing this blog is for the sake of grades. I am doing entries for my class called “writing for the media”, which is offered at the prestigious Providence College and Seminary.
At times I wonder were this degree will take me, that is my Communications degree. Will I get a decent job? Will I be stuck doing something I loathe because of some sense of duty or will I have a career that I enjoy? My aim, so far in life, is not to become rich and very successful. All I want right now is a steady income I can live comfortably with and as I do not have that I do not feel content with where I am.

Being content where I am has always been hard for me. I see people making a difference somehow, doing something with tangible benefits. They see the fruits of their labours and can be proud in what they have done. Take carpentry versus almost any job at a factory. A carpenter has many different problems they must contend with. A good carpenter figures out solutions to make a house not only functional but also aesthetically pleasing. They look at what they have done and have physical proof that they did something of worth.

In a factory you do your part, pass on the unfinished product to the next person down the line and thus never really see the final product or what impact it has on the customer’s life. This experience may not be shared by everyone, but this is how I felt as a factory employee.

Earning money for doing something I came to loathe seemed as if I was willing to defile my time somehow just to earn money. I became an angry, bitter person, wondering what I was doing with my life and thinking I was wasting it. After one particularly hard week of work I decided the only way to get out of the rut was to jump out with both feet, no hesitation. So I picked up an application for Providence
College and Seminary in an attempt to be at a place I was comfortable with.

Getting a job at a factory, coming to Providence, finishing high school and getting baptized are all things that I thought would make me content, but so far I have felt nothing even close to content. That nagging questions still remains, what am I doing?

A Province like no other

Some things never change, like Saskatchewan. From it's thunderous golden plains to the other thunderous golden plains there is a little of something for everyone. That is why a trip is being planned to conquer the province. The former rival to my blog will be going as well. Hopefully not to much Tom-foolery will be afoot.

The plan is to survive off the land, make some multigrain bread with grain hand picked from the fields. I have heard first hand accounts of men staying alive for multiple days on bread and water alone while keeping up a high standard of living.

At times I look back on this idea and think its a bad one, but then I think to myself "Hey, there is at least one evening of thought put into this, also just because we are going to Saskatchewan it does not mean we must visit Regina."

The Feral Wolves of Vengance

It has come to my attention that, despite having several entries, I have not written anything about myself. The blog-o-sphere knows nothing about me and as trust in any relationship requires knowledge of the other it seems appropriate I share my life story with the internet real quick.

I have always been a person of upstanding noble character and high physical prowess. Since I was a young child people often found me wrestling wild animals. Soon this became a danger to the animals health and several men from my village were assigned to hold me back whenever a feral badger or bear would be seen.

By the time I was eight wolves were extinct in Europe because of my devil-may-care attitude towards vicious animals. I hated those wolves and everything they stood for, also they killed everything I loved and held dear to my heart.

After my youthful exploits in Europe I made my way across the sea to Canada, with nothing but the back stroke.

Well I think that's all that needs to be said for now. Have a good day internet.

David Hollowaty is My Friend.

So Mark, I see we have mixed social websites... again. I think talking about Facebook on a blog then posting that blog on Facebook is a bit redundant. After much pondering and careful deliberation I have determined David Hollowaty to be the coolest in any book, be it Facebook, a phone book or even one of them fancy calligraphy books. In fact he is one of the most lovable zebras I have ever met.

Your insights are both profound and relevant. They strike a cord in my mental wanderings. With an every increasing population on Facebook we need to know how to utilize this new found social tool for the betterment of society, not like those corporate big wigs up in Regina. O those Reginites and their big wigs.

Almost Markvalry

So I noticed that a fellow student from the school of party has started a blog (http://markimusmaximus.blogspot.com/). I do not consider this a rival blog....yet. Although he has not crossed the threshold into rival blog (blogvalry?) he is shaking hands with the cliff edge.

I warn you, he slanders. He sees blogs as a way to defame celebrities as well as compare my roommate with types of fossilized dinosaurs (what’s his deal?). Well Mr.Jensen, or should I say Mr.JenSON, if you were a dinosaur you would be the yellow bellied triceratops.

It is no secret that he is a part of my party entourage, I assure you this is merely out of human decency. Mark JenSON.... doesn’t be getting all up in ma grill!

Apples to Exp

The other day I played some apples to apples, yes there was ladies there, but more importantly Mark “the party bone” Jensen and Kunal the “voice of reason” Marwaha where there. Before I go any further I would like to point out that I won 100% of the time, just putting it out there. I mean it’s not really a big deal, I’m just saying. It was then that I had an epiphany. Getting to know someone is allott like an RPG, what with all the cliques and all. You have to work your way up to the more popular cliques. It’s like we dudes were about level 2 and they were all like level 30 with the church bonus.

So there the party found themselves out numbered and without the strongest adventurer, Mark “the real deal” Gareau. He had other affairs to tend to. This brought the overall exp down about a few points. However we detected a weakness in their sense of humour and Mark, Kunal and I jumped on it with many a filarious joke. We gained about 15 exp, which is pretty good.

M-Bone to the Fillet o Jensen

There is a legend walking the humble halls of Bergen, the sound of his steps strike anticipation into the common partier’s heart and mind. Mark Jensen loves the party.

Not only does he love the party but also doughnut flavoured chips. It is unclear as to where he gets these chips from. Some say the elusive chips are from Saskatchewan, this is very unlikely as he has renounced his Saskatchewanianness and opted to be known as a Brooklynian in light of his newest muses. These include none other than the linguistic magicians commonly known as Dr.Dre and Tupac.

Mr.Jensen is very concerned about social well being; this is obvious in his constant concern for janitorial cleanliness. He can be often be found mopping rugs and vacuuming the fake plants. When confronted on this act of apparent insanity he rhymes a thought provoking argument about goats in relation to life.

Mark Jensen, we all know who he is, if you don’t you need to turn the party knob up till breaks off the great times amp.

Barrel Rollin All Over Those World Records

Today as I was doing sick barrel rolls on my rocket bike a very interesting thing happened. In mid barrel roll, a position often referred to as “upside down” by those who are prominent in the sport, my mind started wondering. Now the rocket bike always requires your full attention. Everyone knows you don’t rocket bike unless you are completely sober, be it emotionally, spiritually or even physically sober. They are harsh mistresses and can be as deadly as a cobra/grizzly bear hybrid, however when treated right they give more than they take.

As I flew gracefully through the air my mind started thinking about other things, mainly about the rising minimum wage, I land the rocket bike perfectly. Almost as if the thunderous beast of awesome is an extension of me. It has become my legs; I am one with the rocket bike (this might also be partially because my pants melted to the bike). I went on to shatter a few records today, but I’m not in it for the glory.

Gary Loves Ham

Because nothing of interest has happened to me, as of late, I started thinking about what would make my life more interesting. Well there is super powers, perhaps a different global location or maybe even if I ate something spicy and overripe. You put those things together and you get a great movie idea I'm pretty sure. Here is an example:

Main Character
a neat dude who eats ham alot
has super strength
lives in a jungle somewhere
name might be Gary Clark

Antagonist
a mad man who is against eating pig meat
is cunning
smells much like a pig
could go by the name of Franz Frankly

Premise
Gary eats his morning ham
Gary gets sick because someone maliciously unplugged his refrigerator
He knows exactly who did it, due to an equally maliciously written note of hate
This note was found on the refrigerator door, heinously taped there
Our protagonist finds out that everyone's favorite chilled foods have gone bad because of a similar fate
a livid Gary sets out to end this madness
along the way Gary might find others to help him with his cause
Gary ends up winning during a heated battle of yelling and brutal physical encounters

If I ate more perishable food items the content in this blog would be significantly improved.

Reflection as a Event

As I reflect on another day I realize that, much like yesterday nothing has happened. Unless you count reflection as an event. In which case today was very eventful. I did much scholarly reflectioning, one might say I am a reflectioneer, on several scholarly topics. Some of these topics included horticulture and pros and cons between thick and thin pizza crust. I determined thick crust is significantly better than the alternative, for obvious reasons that I do not think i need to explain.

Andrew Bergenesque

Andrew Bergen need I say more? Probably. Andrew is pretty good looking and enjoys making movies because it involves being creative. He has made about 9 movies so far, all of them done in a documentary style with bits of humor in them. Andrew likes the epic movies and epic scenes, his favorite scenes being ones with falling.

Not only does he make movies but he currently attends Providence Bible College and seminary. He first applied with the reason of attending a bible college. This changed as he attended and has more defined reasons. The main reasons are, get his degree, learn more about music and see God move in this place.

In conclusion Andrew is pretty neat.

Rest

Every now and again everyone gets a day when things happen. Be it negative or just plain old awesome. This was not one of these days. During days such as these I take an adventure, a quest towards scholarly enlightenment if you will. It all started when I walked into my dorm room and looked through the window at the wonderful Rat River in all its murky glory. Not so much reflectively as just boringly, but even the mighty Rat River could not hold my attention for long. I turned around and looked at my room in awe. The painted cinder block walls encased me, no pictures or posters covered them. there was a distinctive line drawn through the middle of the room. My clothes spread out amongst the video games and Xbox controllers. My room mate's side perfectly maintained and manicured like a Budweiser Clydesdale.

I start reading a book that I need to report on. I get a few pages in and sleep creeps up on me. My eyes slowly slide closed. The deep sleep transports me to a place of empty blackness. Ambition is put aside for a while.

Today I was not so much enlightened as merely well rested. Tomorrow something may happen. Who knows maybe a dog will fight a bear in a canoe or something.

The Student Life Center

As I write this blog, sitting on a soft leather couch with my feet on a coffee table, the air conditioned atmosphere wraps me in dry, cool air. Two students are playing pool making the occasional joke and chuckling. They theorize and argue which ball they will attempt to sink and which would be the easiest from what angle.

The TV is on the TSN channel, most of the people in the room are currently athletes. The pale and fake looking host asks the athletes seemingly random questions like "How many nights have you stayed in the Holiday Inn". The questions have no flow between them, I am frustrated with the show.

I turn my attention to my blog again. The pool game is still going, the two guys next to me still talking about what classes they have, who they have them with and at what time. A typical conversation between college friends who have not seen each other since last year.

My laptop is getting warm and canceling out the air conditioned air. The sun bursts through the windows an heats the other couches, making them unbearable. Maybe shorts would have been a wiser choice.

Barrel Rollin

Well its been a while since I last visited this whimsical site. Let me start this off by saying what happened today. Pretty much nothing aside from the average students life, going to classes, reading texts and doing barrel rolls on rocket bikes. Sounds awesome doesn't it? That's because it is. I am pretty sure it ranks right up there with wrestling cougars. DISCLAIMER :I am not talking about desperate middle aged women, when i say cougars I mean the wild animals.