Day 04: A habit that you wish you didn’t have

Scratching. I am always itchy for some unknown reason.

Day 03- A picture of you and your friends

This probably isn't the most ideal picture, but its probably one of the more recent pictures with me and a group of friends. I have no idea why I don't have more pictures of me just hanging out with my friends. I think its Me, Eric, Jesse, Ryan and some kid, who we can just pretend is Dalton.

DAY 02: The meaning behind your blog name.

Ten Thousand Failures, A Thousand Regrets.

When I made this blog, I was in a different place. I was just handed a big fine, which at the time was a lot more than I could handle. I didn't really have much going for me, other than the fact I had some pretty solid friends. I made some stupid choices, I regretted a lot of them, but at the same time understand that it made me who I am today.

dryspell.

I haven't posted in a while. I don't know if its because my life has become a lot less exciting lately, or if I am just not as amped on this idea of talking about myself. I have been feeling really uncreative lately. I want to start on some projects soon, but it seems like everything I want to do is 4 hours away. I hate living in this apartment, everything just feels so temporary. I know that I am not going to live here forever, so I don't invest anytime into things.
I have barely even skated this year. As weird as it is to say, you know that saying "I hate myself when I'm not skateboarding" I think its rings true for me. I bought new wheels a couple of weeks ago, and I haven't even skated them yet. I have a million excuses as to why I haven't gone skating, but really it comes down to me being a complete dick sucker. I hate myself.
I found on someones blog, they had posted a list of thirty dates. Each day had a different item that you were supposed to post. I figured it was a good way to end this dry spell.

DAY 1:

01. I chipped my front tooth when I was younger, it was repaired, and unnoticeable now.
02. I grew up in a very christian home.
03. I am technically an international criminal, though I have no problems getting across the border.
04. I once hitch hiked from Regina to Toronto.
05. I am currently living in an unfinished basement.
06. The last car I had didn't lock, and started with a screwdriver.
07. I look mostly for good skin in girls.
08. In the last year I put 50,000kms on my car.
09. I hate the idea of 19+ shows.
10. Big fan of The Office.
11. I am prejudice toward fat people, but so is my mom.
12. I boiled a cat once, people still talk about it, like its a big deal.
13. I can't do a kickflip.
14. I had Twitter before I had Facebook.
15. I have been journaling in one form or another since I was 15. Livejournal for the win.

 For years Carry On has been one of my favorite bands, but the lyrics just seem to ring more and more true as the time goes on. This is a song I can relate to.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one who even gives a fuck. I watch it fall apart and I want to build it up , but you just turn away. I can't do this by myself so look for other ways. I'm trying to get it out of this rut. The dust has built for too long. If this means so much more than words, than show me sign and quit dropping the lines. Staying positive was just a setup so you could take the punch when they let you down. Its where we're heading. So X your fist, show me what's left inside. I'm so sick of everyone's excuses I want to tear them down. I've been let down before but never again. I wont buy into your shit I'll just believe in my friends. If that's something that you don't understand than just sit back and watch it fall apart again

Valiant

So I finally started working on the Valiant I bought last summer. I ripped out the seats, and ripped up the floor. There are some pretty big holes I need to patch. I haven't really done much of this kind of work before. I am stoked to learn and teach myself.
As I was cutting out all the rust, I accidentally cut the gas line. Total bummer, I can't really move it until I fix that. Whatever, more experience, I guess.