Bunni log #1 How the fuck did Justin Trudeau win the election over Tom Mulcair? Wtf?Then again he's doing a lot more for Canada than I thought he would actually, he's impressed me so far. I wonder what uncle Joel thinks of Trudeau, he's definitely a huge improvement from Stephen Harper so far, although that could change. Tread lightly Mr.Trudeau, all of Canada's eyes are on you, and unfortunately we're not very pleased after Harper's display.I hope Trudeau is able to step up from the low acts of Harper, perhaps he might even be as good as his father Pierre Elliott Trudeau.Based on my research Pierre was a very proficient Prime Minister for Canada. I am getting more and more confidence in Justin's work as time goes on he continues to perform above my expectations, however low my expectations may have been.However a kind of dissolve some of my hopes after seeing a picture in the newspaper today with Justin Trudeau and Barak Obama. Trudeau looks like he's trying to hold in a laugh after someone we
The Sounds of MadnessHiding, composing, creating, sitting in the darkness of the studio for days, months…and then years. I longed to be loved again, to speak to people for real instead of online or in a letter. Yet, fear kept me away, no one would ever love me if I showed my face outside the studio…I spent yet another night crying as I sat before my modular keyboard, playing a beautiful, slow, but agonizingly distressing tune. All my life was now filled with sound. The music filled my mind, stabbed my heart endlessly, pounded in my head constantly, turned my dreams to nightmares and my blessings to curses. It told me every second that I was not good enough. I had to make my music better, better, better, master it better, tune it, perfect it, it is still not enough. Better, better, better, never enough. Still I am worthless, still my music is not enough, not incredible enough. Not enough not enough. Failure, pointless, worthless, useless…“WHY CANT I DO IT RIGHT!!!HOW DARE I?????!!!