Merry Christmas!

Mixtape Collektive: vampires are so hip.

Mixtape Collektive: vampires are so hip.: "what an overwhelming theme. these are the tracks that have made me stop whatever i'm doing to focus on listening. if it's playing in the ca..."

the lengthiest post i could handle with a serious head cold.

isolated from the real world until my immune system can do it's job.

must be christmas time...

mom is lecturing me about my diet, dad is telling me to wear warmer clothes in case the car breaks down, scott is texting handfuls of girls and sassing everyone and sam is coming home late from 'band practice' putting together elaborate snacks that wouldn't normally make sense on paper. i take drives in the honda, stop and go through bustling neighborhoods, listening to mixtapes from high school and sharing pool time with my friend's moms and old men who, surprisingly, seem to travel faster in the water than they do through the change room. i make it to the christmas parties, enjoy the punch and carols, and it's not long before i get the question as to which olympics i'll be attending...

the drive home involves some serious introspection, you might imagine. some parents just love to hype up the neighborhood kids.

packed light so i better go wash the running clothes.

stay thirsty.

Mixtape Collektive: missed the boat

Mixtape Collektive: missed the boat: "guys, i just finished exams. also, my funding from quest for gold just came in. i'm quickly slipping away from this week's theme! but lucky..."

new mixtape post.

today is a good day.

needle in a haystack. a male, asian haystack.

so today i thought i saw the guy who stole money from my locker. ben came to verify the suspect and deemed it an incorrect suspicion on my part. "he was shorter."

so i guess i'll keep looking for a stalky asian guy with gelled hair and a chubby face. the only thing that lets me sleep at night was knowing that at the beginning of the day i didn't have the money and i was fortunate to incur it in the first place through a lucky textbook sale. what also gets me through a dumb mistake of leaving my locker open is finding the thrill in stalking potential criminals. i wore my longest coat today. felt like i was part of the mafia.

also wore sweatpants.

shit.

double swim and a light trainer ride to finish off the day. combine that with hours of stalking and you can probably guess that i'm not particularly motivated for my final exam tomorrow. moving down to an 80% course load next semester to save the scholly.

at least three of the 5 mutual dwellers are writing our final exam tomorrow morning so we're obviously going to be up at 7 to rock some motown tunes on vinyl. lil' MJ, take me home to christmas!

check it. phresh new blog.

my hippest music snob friends set up a music blog and they are letting me partake, too!

this week's theme: "I'm broke, its Christmas and there's a good chance I just failed my exam"


at the end of each week we're going to pile up all the tracks from the five of us and make a phresh new mixtape to drown our sorrows, meet new lovers and spoil our sisters' appetites.

to see it, read it and hear it, click here

poetry

A Yorke:
"10x 400 with a gypsy eyed j-raz pouring dirt on the tombstone of my broken soul."

the one and only, john rasmussen

photo essay

i believe this was taken in iceland. love the colour. had to share it.

a friend was disappointed to hear that a genome was not in fact a mythological creature of the gangster variety. another friend made her this christmas card to help her feel better.

now i'm not saying i'm qualified to work for a legendary site such as collegehumour.com, but if the above portion of this article is any indication of what it takes to write quality humour, i'd say i've at least started thinking along the right lines.

merry christmas! love, the mutual

can't hate on facebook

if it didn't exist i wouldn't have been able to get in touch with the university president over the weekend to get access to the mackinnon building to get my exam study supplies that i'd locked in the mep office the night before unaware of the fact that the place would be closed until monday. alastair summerlee, everybody. what a guy! works off 40 minutes of sleep a night, 1 meal a day, still has a wicked british accent after 23 years in canada and shows up on campus on weekends to help out even the dumbest of students!

so yeah i broke my "no facebook" rule. facebook saved me in a way that office hour emails could not.

although i don't know if any amount of studying could've saved me from my second morning exam, today. so rattled. afternoon swim was an angry one.

trying to figure out if anyone took a special liking to my morning outfit of two sweaters and baggy sweats. this site is taking off. it looks like the hormones are FLYING in the library. no one is safe. not even ugly people.

now i can't embed the family christmas card, but i CAN link it. sorry, another link. this one is worth the virtual desktop clutter. the jumping beans are definitely a highlight.

i'd be silly to use my brain for anything other than studying right now

so i'm not going to write anything original. just link a video (not that he needs help with website traffic) and tell you that all it's really missing is rick say dressed up as a detective with a freshly lit cigar and off-white fedora. it took simon 11 minutes and 37 seconds to make this. may or may not be a PR of his.


from - to, NOV-DEC, a film noir project from swhitfield on Vimeo.

not so primal living

woke up to a text (thanks technology) from coach CT saying that he had sent the swim workout via email (thanks technology) because he wouldn't be coming into guelph that day as his car was not starting (thanks technology). no coach means that practice obviously doesn't have to start until 7:15 so i played a game of crazy cabbie on mindjolt.com (thanks technology), my newest distraction since i got rid of facebook for exams. yeah, any activity on my account is likely alexander. he's got my password. let me know what creepy messages he's sending you during this two week period.

only a few takers at this morning's practice, and if my math and perception of my surroundings are correct, it was the four youngest and arguably best looking members of the group. the old folks were either off selling oddly shaped blinds for oddly shaped windows, drinking jagerbombs (thank you chemistry) at franks, or doing dive starts with cuties at varsity practice. who am i kidding? franks closes at 2:30. tyler was obviously at an after party serenading women with instruments and calm vocal utterances.

my plan was foiled when certain barbadian athletes decided that practice should start before 7:15 a.m. i was in by 7:11 and i was 300m behind! luckily i like to crush warm up and i only had to cut a couple lengths to start the main set with my comrades. a solid set of hard trey-hundo's, some kick to presumably strengthen our legs muscles, and some paddles for those adventurous enough to take a gander past 5k. then, minus the inspirational talks with craig, the usual gossiping with lifeguards, maybe some hot tub (some controversy on this one) and a chilly walk home to the mutch (new spelling) before morning classes. i just downed some great chili that my mom sent up with my brother this past weekend.

photo of the week has to come from own vault because my usual source is under alexander's control:

this is from my cousin's summer wedding. she married a newfie. this is his dad. he tore up the accordion.

p.s. movember raised over $60,000,000 dollars for prostate cancer research! 
also, please take the time to look up the definition of 'serenade'. it's precious.