The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades
Possibilities for my future assuming environmental engineer is a failure:
1. Bassist in Peter's art-rock group extraordinaire. The New Broken Social Scene. Unfortunately, this would involve me learning how to play bass guitar. Failing that, I can always play triangle or slide whistle. I mean once these bands get above 10 members there's bound to be a couple of hangers-on.
2. Independent candidate for election. I'll routinely take about 200 votes in Scarborough-Agincourt based on people who know me and people who are related to me. My simple goal is to defeat the Communist candidate each time. People would rather live in my society than a Communist society. It's a small victory but I'll take it.
3. Become a hippie child and work at a golf course in the 905. I'll get free rounds of golf and other perks. Plus knowing the kind of people who live in Unionville/Uxbridge/Aurora, there will drugs a plenty lying around.
I've been listening to way too much Arcade Fire, Broken Social Scene and Bright Eyes lately. I fear I may have a problem; I can't stop.
1. Bassist in Peter's art-rock group extraordinaire. The New Broken Social Scene. Unfortunately, this would involve me learning how to play bass guitar. Failing that, I can always play triangle or slide whistle. I mean once these bands get above 10 members there's bound to be a couple of hangers-on.
2. Independent candidate for election. I'll routinely take about 200 votes in Scarborough-Agincourt based on people who know me and people who are related to me. My simple goal is to defeat the Communist candidate each time. People would rather live in my society than a Communist society. It's a small victory but I'll take it.
3. Become a hippie child and work at a golf course in the 905. I'll get free rounds of golf and other perks. Plus knowing the kind of people who live in Unionville/Uxbridge/Aurora, there will drugs a plenty lying around.
I've been listening to way too much Arcade Fire, Broken Social Scene and Bright Eyes lately. I fear I may have a problem; I can't stop.
Long white dress and a harp. That would be SO you.
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Two Degrees |
12:03 PM