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today at the supper table, the family was talking about how cultured they were.
not really at all, but they were talking about france, and all the awesome things there, and then eventually started talking about india and the unique experiences there.

i quietly sat at my end of the table, ate my food, and contributed nothing to the conversation.

how could i? when they said, ‘oh we had this amazing exotic goat cheese, as we rode the train to the museum of everything awesome’ i would say, ‘well, one time in swift current i went to taco time with jeremy. it was wild’

today, driving home from school, i thought being a trucker would be sweet. i like a good road trip, and am pretty good at them if i do say so myself. so i figured i would create a job better than a trucker. i am thinking of starting a professional road trip coordinator. you pay me to go on roadtrips.. you can come if you’d like, but i could go alone.
fees include:
gas money, food money, money to create a great scrapbook, and extra spending money for road trip essentials such as fireworks, spitz and waterslides or rollercoasters.

give me a call, and i will road trip for you..

the second installment of the ‘Nic’s Future’ series.

lately, i have been thinking ASTRONAUT. i can barely spell it, but it seems like it suits me. i went to the Imax this past weekend, because i’m that cool, and saw a movie about the moon. it was the biggest let down i’ve ever encountered. first off, it was advertised as 3D, but it wasn’t actually a 3D movie.. secondly, it was 30 minutes long. we paid the price of a movie to see a half hour movie that had about 3% actual footage of the moon in it, the rest was all animated stuff. and it was narrated by tom hanks. you can’t get much worse.. so i decided, i’m going to become an astronaut, and make a good imax movie. one that everyone goes and sees, and is narrated by johnny knoxville and steve-O.

but seriously, i have been thinking about that astronaut idea for a while now, but i heard you have to be under 5’10”.. true?

throughout this endless search for my future career, i have wanted to become an athletic trainer, dentist, engineer, professional muscle man, and countless other ideas, often changing from week to week.
so, basically, i’m screwed. unless the U of R is opening a new department in The Study of the Dentistry of Athletic Therapy on Muscle Man Engineers, in Space.
cause that’d be right up my alley.

well, i played soccer today. but, it wasn’t fun. i played the worst i’ve played in a while..
that’s enough of that.

these days, my purpose of each hour, is to get through it, and hopefully not die. school has been alright, i enjoy it quite a bit, but i am lazier than a guy from holland just after he ate 4 cupcakes. and i’m telling you, that is lazy..
i am down to my last 10 dollar bill this week. i broke my final twenty, month old birthday money, to buy an iceberg. an iceberg is a large burger, about the size of your face. and it was fantastic.. now i have that 10 dollar bill to last me until june. i bet it won’t last until next weekend.

with that in mind, i have been thinking quite long and hard about dropping out of school this upcoming semester, and if i do that, getting a job. i need money, i know jobs blow and school is way better, but it seems the most logical right now.. i also have been putting some thought into travel. ever since jeremy, and also wilf and laura went to india, i have been very interested. i would love to learn, live and hangout there, in a totally new place. it sounds weird, but i have been thinking about it quite a bit. it might be that random wishes of a stupid teenager, but i think it would be good for me.. i dont know. i guess, the only way that would work, is if the mcmillans wanted me anywhere near them. because surprisingly, i don’t know anyone else in india.

or maybe i’ll go nanny in franny. france. the official term is ‘au pair’.. i think. something french anyways. that one would be up to conrad and daphne, and if they wanted me anywhere near them, because again, i know no one else in france.

anyways, those are my ideas about the future. my last 10 dollar bill says i will just stay in school for the winter semester, and live off of my parents. they are good that way.. and in many other ways, of course. anyone want to take that bet?

i watched this movie tonight, and i enjoyed it. but i’m not sure why.

i bet part of it was that it had lucy liu in it.. and she is smoking hot.
i bet part of the reason i liked it was because it was well written, with the twists and turns that make a good movie good.
i bet part of it was that it was a bit different than lots of movies, and something about that appealed to me.

but, thinking about it, i think the reason i enjoyed it, was that it was a movie about revenge. i have seen quite a few movies with this same topic, like man on fire, sin city, and other such movies, and enjoyed them equally as much. and although these are all movies, well written, and a bit different than lots of movies, they all deal with that revenge thing.

what is it about revenge that is so appealing? is it that revenge is something that i probably shouldn’t do, or even think about? or is it that revenge is something that will get you in deeper than you wanted.. i know that revenge on my level obviously won’t be avenging the death of someone close to me, but is still there, like it or not..

i think that the feeling of desired revenge is something that everyone feels but that everyone handles it in their own way. some people may get revenge by doing something equally as painful or worse than what was done to them. i think some people get revenge secretly, whether this is spreading lies, or quietly ignoring. and i think some people take these feelings and swallow them down with a good sip of coke and a clench of the fists.

i dont know about everyone else, but these movies appeal to me, because it is an extreme of something that i feel, something i can relate to. sad as it may be.

let’s go watch some hockey.

wilf and laura left this morning, for a 5 star vacation to France courtesy of SaskPower, so here i am at home..

but no, it is not as you think it would be.
i am cooking good food. last time they left to India, i didnt cook much, if any. i was too in shock that my parents would leave me for christmas.. so this time its different. i’m a big man, right outta highschool/in university, and am cooking my own meal.
it’s pita night at my house.

and loud music is playing, the lights are down, the chicken is sizzling.

it’s a good night.

it was a day, full of some fun stuff.

first school, which was the same as usual. came home, watched some of my brand new episodes of season 3 of the o.c. on dvd, while eating a bowl of chili.

kurtis left town today. or he leaves in like 9 hours, back to yellowknife. thats a bummer. but i bet he’ll be back.. hopefully anyways. yellowknife is full of nothing but weirdos and some loose women.

at kurtis’ house hanging out one last time, i was talking to some one, and while i was talking to someone, i was also putting a random set of handcuffs on my wrist. i am not sure whose they are, but i probably do not want to know.. it was the weirdest thing though, as i talked to someone, and not even thinking, put on these keyless handcuffs.. i knew they had no key, about 2 weeks earlier, someone else had the same predicament, and it took them an hour to pick the lock..
i dont know why i put them on, i only put them on one wrist though.. if you’ve ever known me, you may have noticed that when i talk to people, i dont know what to do with my eyes and eye contact, or my hands.. so, i usually pick up something nearby, rip it up, or play around with it a while. so, today i put on keyless handcuffs..
i am not graceful or patient enough to pick the lock of handcuffs, i figured it would be easier to break them.. so, for an hour, using utensils such as spoons, knife sharpeners, stoves, cresent wrenches, styrofoam peanuts, bobby pins and knives, i broke free of the handcuffs.. my wrist was sore as heck, but i was free..

that was probably the stupidest thing i’ve ever done..

yeah, its that season.. i have one more tomorrow, and then another in a week or two.. i am done 3 so far, and they all went pretty bad. and i’m not just saying that. but i’m not stressed out about it. i’m pretty good at not stressing out about things, like midterms, and other things…

my reward list for studying, even though i may not have studied as much as i should have, goes like this:

friday: sitting in the basement alone playing nintendo. fantastic!
saturday: sleeping in, featuring a hockey game.
sunday: hatebreed. yeah, neat.
monday: soccer, it might be sunday, but if so, i might have to skip.
tuesday: the oc season 3 out on dvd

so, i’m feeling pretty good for those reasons. studying chem tonight, i learned two very important things, that my teacher in grade 12 taught me, and i added onto a bit.

God loves a cheerful giver, so God loves metal, and God loves acid.

God loves metal! so do i! however, i’ve never tried acid, since God loves it, i better give it a shot.

not much can cheer me up. but everytime, no matter what, this does. every time.

being eighteen is not much different than being seventeen, which is not much different than being sixteen and so on.. it feels the same, obviously. the only real difference is that i have to start buying my own socks, deodorant and underwear. so, looks like i’ll be barefoot, awfully smelly, and going commando until i get some sort of income. which might be a while.

being eighteen, i should now know that i should be responsible and be studying for my two midterms tomorrow, instead of writing this garbage.

i think the past week, i’ve been doing good. i mean, i struggle with loads of things, too many to list, but this past week, i feel that i have been dealing with them all very well.. doing my homework but not stressing about any of it. saying less rude things than the amount that come into my head. being honest to myself. praying. trying to be a good friend to all the people i know.

and since i am now a legal adult (no more fun) (start drinking old people drinks every night, while reading the newspaper. no funny jokes, and no smiling) i understand that i have more responsibilities. i have to be careful what i say, i might not be able to get away with my jokingly rude comments. hopefully i can still have sarcasm, because without that, i’ve got nothing. i now have to start making my own wise decisions and hopefully i don’t screw my life up too bad. i really hope i don’t screw up my life, because that seems pretty easy.
crap.

oh, and i have to get married in two years. because we all know, if you’re not married by 20, you are going to have a sad life.

or i can act like i’m 12 again. my coolness peak was around 12.. i am certainly on the coolness downfall now..