[EDITORS NOTE: this was written as an expirament to see if I (being blake) could write for a whole period straight (it really only turned out to be 1/2 an hour, but oh well). so if it stops making sense that's because it's basically stream-of-conciouss (sp?), so stop being so needy!]

yeah, so i'm in school right now, and try to to pass it off like i'm doing something, i've decided to update the page. Good old SYP to the rescue!

there's not really much to talk about. Wing night last night was interesting, considering we ate a total of 111 wings (woah, 111, i just realized that. weeeiiirrrrddd), and chris talked about how republican he is, you know, the usual.
we're building our quin-zhees for ecology. for those who don't know what a quin-zhee is, it is simply a hole in the snow that you sleep in (so from now on i will refer to it as a snowhole). anyway, we're sleeping out in the snowholes tomorow night, and i have to remember to bring candles. and risk. oh yeah, it will be sweet, a huge ass risk marathon by candlelight, inside a snowbank. now THATS what i call hardcore.
this upcoming tuesday we (being me, seth, and nick) are going up to niagra falls for the day, so expect some kind of strange adventures to happen then, seeing as how whenever we go up there something crazy happens. i'm excited to go, but pissed that i have to take some money out of the bank. oh well, it will be worth it just to take a glimpse at the arabian lady once more (if you don't know anything about this, click herre Actually, now that i think about it, i have pictures from the last time we went up to canada. i'll try to remember to post them sometime before now and then.

wow, thinking about it in retrospect, this was probably a really good idea, to update like this, just trying to kill time. it allows me to talk about things i feel like talking about, which is beneficial for me, plus i start to ramble and it sounds really funny.
for no reason, here's a stupid beatnik poem i'm making up on the spot:

walking through the dripping, celophane pavement, into the eyes of the onlookers on the other side of the street, i stop frozen at the intersection; a painting, with no self-realization or free will. i am a tool to the masses, a drone for those who would just as easily dispose of me. what i have done has been written. has my whole life been written? is this just a game? who am i to say? should i stop asking questions? is this getting repetitive?...

...so on and so forth.

i still have fifteen minutes left in this period, damn, i don't know what to talk about...
oh wait! yes i do! fantasy controller broke up. yes, it's true, citing creative differences and a dispute about a weezer cover fantasy controller has decided to call it quits, and retire their place as the greatest band ever. quit while you're ahead i say. oh well, i don't really feel bad, we're all already doing other things. kok and kyle are in a wuss-punk band (or so i've been told), nate's going to try out for some band with the singer from cartoon mafia and louis beirman (sp?). and me, well let's just say that a bird called pinky's degenerate wings may start flapping again in the near future.... so i guess everything worked out. you can still download our stuff at www.purevolume.com (too lazy to link to it), or don't because that's your choice. as an american. god, i'm rambling again.

okay, well, this has been one hell of an interesting experiment (sp?) but now i've got to go and upload this page, update the site, etc. have fun kids and remember, here comes the thnikkaman.