Changes.

I am a firm believer that change is a necessary part of life.

Though I also understand that there is often a fear associated with change.

To put it simply, change is the loss of one thing to achieve another. But nothing is ever that simple, is it? Change comes in various degrees. For example, there would not be much thought in changing a burnt out light bulb, yet to quiet one job to take another across the country holds much more impact than just the level of lighting to find the TV remote.

A life-altering decision requires much thought and dozens of different factors. The fear stems from the unknown. How successful will you be? Will I find new friends? Where will I live? What will I do if zombies come? To fear the unknown is only human, I suppose.

But what most don't take into account is the potential for this change to have a surreal, positive impact. New people, new opportunity, new life. This is one of those things that can tell you whether you're a 'half full' or 'half empty' type of person.

As I stated, I'm a firm believer that change is a necessary part of life. If you're unwilling or unable to expand your horizons and experience the world, its people and what it has to offer, then you can't expect yourself to be cultured. There's an entire world out there filled with things you probably can't even imagine. If you want a fulfilling life, then you have to open your mind to different experiences and when opportunity knocks on your door, answer it.

The last thing you want is to look back after a few years and regret your choice. So before the zombies come, get out there.

Pretty soon it's going to be too late.

Random Things That Happened To Me Over The Past Few Weeks Vol. 1

I can't even remember.

C'mon man.

I definitely went to Hamilton to watch a Bulldogs game. Hamilton is dirtier the Bachelor (see previous entry). There was a dude peeing in the middle of the sidewalk. Fortunately he was kind enough to at least face away from the street. Evidently my Dad knows the backstreets of downtown Hamilton so well it's a tad frightening.

The GF took me to a Leafs game. Unfortunately they decided to lose. Bastards. But you can't blame them for doing what they do best. Also, Brian Burke lost his son. I send my condolences to him and his family, but I think it's safe to say the Leafers' season is kaput. Next season should be interesting, though - glad I grabbed a Phaneuf shirt!

I went to that Bass Pro shop in Vaughan Mills with my roommate. All we did was identify key weapons to acquire when zombies attack. Everything was there, it was a virtual anti-zombie shopping supercenter.
Shopping List:
1 x gator machete
1 x pump action shotgun
1 x hunting rifle
1 x long range scope
1 x hunting knife
1 x fish bat
1 x fishing gloves
Plus, a plethora of ammo. That's stop number one when they attack. I'll meet you bitches there.

Some of my commercials were nominated for a Crystal Award. That's like the Emmy's or Grammy's for commercials. Whoops - I just over-glorified it. It's the best of the best when it comes to radio...but isn't that like saying the best players on the worst team in the league? Phil Kessel is that you? It's pretty cool, though. If I win, it's a major bonus for my radio career, but I'd rather it be a million zillion dollars.

My iPod crapped out, and when I went to the Apple Store to see one of their "Geniuses", I said "My iPood crapped out," and the chick laughed. Hahahaha....'pood'. iPood is an awesome word.

Valentine's Day happened to. It's a fabricated holiday created by the asshole money grubbing cocksuckers at card companies worldwide who send this warped image through the media that girls have a special day where the guys are obligated to show dubious amounts of affection and shower their beloved with expensive gifts. Guys everywhere are saying "you fucked us. You fucking fucked us" when they're in Peoples'. Why isn't their a Steak, BJ and Video Games day? I wouldn't even want an expensive gift, hell, I'll even pay for the steak.

I got baked a couple times.

Olympics started. I need Canada to win Gold in hockey. If only to restore my faith in the game. They better win....

Speaking of which....GO CANADA GO!

Game 2 versus Switzerland tonight.

El Beardo,

Some of you may have noticed my once pure, shaven face becoming littered with scattered patterns of stringiness.

That's what the pre-adolescents call a beard.

Let me just say I'm glad I'm not a viking. I would be the last viking chosen for Vikingball every single time.

The Gods of Facial Hair did not bless me unfortunately. At it's present state, sparse and lacking, it's about the best I can get. It's been a few weeks now, I can't imagine it getting much thicker than this. I mean, I'll never be like...Al Qaida status-beard. And I'm certainly no wop, who's facial hair begins to show as soon as the blade leaves the skin's surface. I'm like the Tobey Maguire of facial hair.

Why have I elected to grow such a pubescent patch of dirt on my face? Well, first and foremost, I dropped the razor on my electric shaver down the drain. I wasn't high during this one, so sober-me reacted with words like: "fuck-a-doodle doo," "S of a B!" and "Life - you fucked me." On top of this, I can't fucking find a replacement blade for this POS anywhere. People have been complimenting me, and the Leafs actually won a game. So why would I shave if the Leafs are going to go on a massive playoff run?

Therefore, I can safely assume that Life and the forces that be just don't want me to be clean shaven. I can't fight destiny. I guess I'm just going to have to be hairy.