Listed on the Syllabus

Essays, reports, labs, presentations…all of them piling up right before the final exams (or in some cases midterms…if you’re lucky). All of these things popping up outta no where!

“They’re listed right here on the syllabus.”


“Page two. Here, where it says, ‘November such-and-such, Assignment Due.'”

“Aw…yah…I see it now. Yah…it’s there. It didn’t just magically appear outta thin air. But I didn’t get the outline for the assignment till last week. I barely had any time.”

“You had time to go and grab poutine.”

“Yah but–”

“And you had time to see Doctor Strange.”

“Yah but–”

“And you had time to order a pizza and play video games until midnight.”

“Yah but I–”

“You have no excuse. You just procrastinated. You put it off too long. And now, you’re stressed out.”

“Wish we could turn back tiiiiiiime…to the good old daaaaays…”

“Shut up! No singing! Sit you butt down and do your work!”

“But I’m hungry.”

“Yah…me too. Let’s go get food.”

“But…I have to do my assignment.”

“Eh…you’ve got till Thursday. There’s plenty of time!”

“It’s Tuesday….”

“Just…pull an all-nighter.”

“Last time I did that…I didn’t do so well on my assignment.”

“Do you sit around and complain all day? Jeez, I’m leaving.”

“Okay bye….”

The line, “Wish we could turn back time to the good old days,” is from Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots.

Anyway, this dialogue just sort of happened all on its own. Hope it made you chuckle a little. I have a habit of inserting song lyrics into actual conversations I have with my siblings…and myself. Since this dialogue is me talking to myself. Happens a lot…yet, why question my sanity?

Up in my Noggin

Even when there’s no pen in my hand, or a keyboard at my finger tips, I find myself creating stories of all kinds: the socially awkward boy, who skipped out on prom because he didn’t get a date. The loyal fish. The artist who dropped his sandwich.

Random yes…but all make me laugh, cry and wonder why I spend so much time up in my noggin, versus doing what needs to be done. I suppose this storytelling is a form of procrastination…but whatever, there’s never a dull moment up there. Especially when my thoughts end up with a foreign accent while I narrate, and colourful pictures start flashing before my eyes.

Yep…imagination is fantastic…and yes, I am sane. I just have an overactive imagination.

Hope everyone enjoyed their weekend.


I Ate a Cupcake at 12 pm.

I had a mini cupcake at 12 pm and now I can’t seem to stop my eyes from going all big and sunshiny like a kid who just had a huge pixy stick (my parents don’t let me have a lot of sugar).

Oh boy…I need to sleep. I gotta get up early tomorrow for class. All these cupcakes and gold fish. At least I drank water.

I don’t even know why I’m blogging about this anyways. I mean seriously? Does anyone actually care about what I eat? I’m not exactly a food blogger…

I had samosa’s for breakfast this morning…I love samosa’s.

I cant see what I’m trying ….typing anymore…because my screens not scrolling. So I’m gonna end the blog here and pray that there aren’t any insane spelling errors that’ll make me cring later…I can’t remember how to spell cring….I think I spelt it wrong twice…omg…I just used an abbreviation…someone emske it stop please just make it stop……I’m gonna click publish….and see what this looks like….

is anyone else having this issue?

HA…It’s working properly now. See! I can see! 😀 Okay bye folks…I’ll be back when the computer doesn’t confuzzle my cupcaked sleepy brain. It had blue icing by the way…and the sprinkles taste really gooooooood.


…time for Ryder to go to bed now…yesh it is time…. I’m gonna probably look at this later and be like, “Bro…what is wrong with you?” but OH WELL! It’s something to laugh at.

I may say that …

I may say that I’m not a hugger, but when a little kid’s face lights up and they run towards me with their arms stretched out…I just can’t help but take a knee and scoop them up and give them a hug back.

Orion on Being Anti-Affectionate.

Have an excellent Friday!

First Blog Post!

Alright, my first post to this blog. This is exciting!

So this is a blog about what writers do best, and at the moment I am not fully sure about what I should write? Well then I think I will talk about what I’m currently up to. I am currently working on a resume. Yep, I need a job.

You see folks, when you live at home, and you’re getting ready to graduate High School your parent’s stop giving handouts. Oh yes my dear readers, your parents say things like, “You want a car? Get a job.” or “You want a dog? Fine we’ll move to the country, and you can get a job and buy your own dog.”

Which is why, I decided first thing this morning, at exactly 6:35 am (I never sleep in), that I would start-up on my resume. The thing is I’m not sure where I’m applying…I’m good with children, books, and I like art. Problem is there aren’t any art stores close enough that I could ride my bike too. I could try busing? Except I barely know how to use public transit to get to school. I can drive, I have my license…I just need my own car. I’m waiting for my Camaro. I swear, I’m going to wake up one morning, look out the front window and go, “HEY YOU FINALLY SHOWED UP!” See in my world, car’s and new laptops appear like magic. So some places that my parents have recommended I try getting a job, Starbucks…I don’t like coffee but they have amazing hot chocolates and I could eat like twenty of the scones if I had a larger stomach. My parent’s want me to try applying at Starbucks because they go there EVERYDAY. I’m not over exaggerating. My dad goes to Starbuck’s at 7 or 8 in the morning on weekends, both Saturday and Sunday. On weekdays he goes to Starbucks at least twice a day. My mom is suddenly having a cappuccino craving…her friend’s think it’s an addiction. I’m starting to agree. I’m a bit concerned at this point.

My mom went to go get gas the other day, which probably would’ve taken her twenty minutes. She was gone for about two hours. When she came back all she said was, “I got my cappuccino!”

“I got my cappuccino,” was her reply to me saying, “Hi mom.”

I’m very concerned. I think she needs help… actually I need her help! I need to ask her to help me pick a few places to apply. I could work at Target? I know that some local places are hiring too. I’d love to work some place where there are books, and children…like the library…except the closest one to me, I don’t think they hire teenagers? I’ve never seen anyone in there working that was younger than at least thirty. Then again…I’ve volunteered and taken classes there, and I used to spend every day in there as a kid? I think they’d let me work there? Then again…my sister had about forty dollars in late fees once, again not over exaggerating. My sister takes out like ten books at a time, and movies, on my dads card, and then we go to the library three weeks later and find out she hasn’t returned anything and now my dad has to pay money.

I really need a job…I mean, writing is my favourite hobby besides drawing, reading, and colouring kids menu’s…but I need a job because I’m only just publishing my first book, and well…I’m new at this publishing thing. I’m just a rookie here.

What job’s would you recommend for someone like me? I like working with children, I like books, and art, and I like movies and video games. If that even helps at all.

Well I think I’ll end my blog here?

Hooray I created my first blog post. [Insert happy dance here] WOOHOO!

Ha…bye super awesome readers of mine.