political debates on facebook

I don't know why I engage in these. I usually read the stupid shit that people say and become too incensed to actually write a coherent reply, so I generally just ignore and keep scrollin'.
In some cases, when I'm feeling particularly articulate (most usually when I'm in the library... which probably has a lot more to do with procrastination than feeling articulate...) I will engage.

Example:I'm schoolin' everyone.

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hatin'

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my blog - a place for facebook screengrabs!

The G20 makes me want to smash things. .... oh




I think I am doing a very good job articulating my thoughts... but yo am I going to get hatemail from muslims now? or border guards? or osama bin laden?

...the continuation

so here is the rest of the conversation as per request.

WHUT

There was no rudity on my part, was there? Whatever, so then I sign into facebook an hour later, and I find this gem in my inbox:



What is up your ass Jason Day? I don't even know you. Really? REALLY? I went to York for 5 years, I know how shitty it is thank you.
I mean, I'm sorry i pointed out how stupid you are to Matt's whole friends list... but sending me a message hating on York and me for going to it is a little petty. I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU.

gurllllllll

Tilda Swinton, why you so ~~fierce~~?

(Get it, ~tildes for Tilda? GOD, I AM SO FUNNY!)

WOULD HIT

WOULD HIT SO HARD

Cascade House

The Cascade house is located in the Forest Hill neighbourhood in Toronto and was designed by the Paul Raff Studio.

Who wants to be creepy and cruise by this house with me? It's so pretty!

OLD SCHOOL

I found these while cleaning out my email awhile ago.
I figured someone out there will enjoy these.

I'm at work, slightly hung over and INCREDIBLY tired.
I had a dream about sam and this bespectacled american apparel hoody clad man who vaguely resembled my photography TA from last year. We were looking at art and discussing how different a certain painting looked from different perspectives.

It's such a fucking turn off when boys flirt badly. Or when they're completely obvious about it, yet feign subtlety.

This is incredibly fucked up. Because if I do this, I'd be doing exactly what I'm warning against. So what do I do? Turn it all off? Everything? Retreat?

Funny, the one time where things are working out the way I wanted them to, and the situation is almost perfect for what I've been telling myself I need... I stop thinking about myself (for once) and start to think of the implications for the other person involved.

My plans for the summer are also getting kind of complicated. I've been in contact with the Maple School in Indonesia, and although I haven't really heard anything confirming it yet, they seem to be interested in me going out there... but I kind of want to stay close to home this summer. But can I really in good conscience give up the opportunity to be paid to live in Indonesia for 3 months?
There's also the Equitas internship in Montreal that I've also interested in. I've fallen in love with Montreal, and interning with Equitas for a summer might lead to a full time position when I graduate. Parfait. Un raison pour demenager labas. One less thing I'll have to worry about when I do move out there when I'm done school.
This is all assuming that I get any of these positions. They might all not take me, and I will be stuck here trying to find another job for the summer.
Eh, life.

picture time

so yeah. there are more, but i won't subject you to them. they mostly consist of me making gross drunk kissy faces at everyone.