An uneventful day, so far.

Today I basically sat at home doing nothing. I attempted to carve that soapstone chunk I was blabbing about but I messed it up so I stopped. I played some piano too.

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It was so funny I had to stop after half a minute. It was rather unexpected, I must say.

Tonight I’m possibly doing something with Nick and Derek. I haven’t seen Nick for a year and Derek for four, so I hope things work out. More to come.

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Well I didn’t see either online, and I kinda neglected to get any other kind of contact information from either of them, so I’ll have to do that and reschedule with them. So today, I got very little accomplished.

Man! Woo!

What a day! So first, I get up at around 2, although from 10:30 to 2:20 it was a bunch of lying in bed with my eyes closed.

I drew the outline of the coyote on my piece of soapstone. It’s really soft, which worries me. The particular piece I have has the consistency of about hard plaster.

I also worked a little on the piano piece “Clubbed to Death.” I’ve almost got it.

But the main event of the day started around 6:30. You see, I had a job interview at Tim Horton’s. So, I show up at Tim Horton’s 6:30 dead on, and tell them I’m there for a job interview. A few whispers and puzzled looks later, they tell me they weren’t expecting me and to have a seat and wait while the manager comes back from slacking off or whatever. She comes in, flips through some papers in the back room, and tells me I’m at the wrong one, and that there’s one by the traffic circle. So I start walking around 7PM, only to realize midway that this particular Tim Horton’s is a good 45 away. I arrive at sunset at this other particular Tim Horton’s at 7:45. I knew this was the right one because of the address!

So I trudge in, muddy as hell from the walk on the side of the highway, and ask to see the manager and explain that I had an interview forever ago. Turns out THEY weren’t expecting me either, even though I got a call to come in two days prior. So the manager plays along anyways, we chat for awhile, and she sends me on my way around 8:15 with nothing more than a job application and some false hope.

Too embarrassed and weak to ask to call home, I trudge over to Walmart, which is about 5 minutes away. I wander around looking for a pay-phone, but don’t see one. I do see Claire, however. I knew her back in grade 9. She says it’s alright to use the Customer Service phone. I call home, and coax my dad (Who is watching basketball and nearly left me to walk home) into getting me. I wait around a little chatting it up with Claire, who thought it was kind of pathetic nothing had changed. I didn’t want to tell her what had, as I wasn’t about to open up to her after what I’d just been through.

But in the end, I’m not worse off for wear. Sure, I didn’t get a job, but I didn’t lose one either. All that’s changed is I have another story to tell. And if everything goes smoothly and as planned, where’s the fun in that? And no fun, no stories! So I come home, and here I am, finishing up this blog post with a sip of a Pina Colada. Mmmmm…

Hello world!

The blog is now online. I would have liked to make my own website and everything, but hey, this is exactly what I’d end up with anyways.

My name is Kurt Bernasch. I’m 18, live at home, and am currently out of high school and enrolled in University come September. I hail from Ancaster, Ontario, Canada (For those of you who don’t know where Ontario is…). I have many problems not diagnosed by a doctor, but are quite clearly real. I suffer from Social Anxiety Disorder, a small degree of Depression (runs in the family), and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (I have a need to keep my hands very clean at all times, so much that they are red year-round, even with constant moisturizing with the best stuff. I also have a set routine in the morning and before bed that I have ALWAYS completed). But I would never consider having these diagnosed, as the medication would get rid of my imagination and creativity. I am convinced one day those will create something of great value to myself and society.

Sometimes I wish I could just stop thinking (It takes me an hour or two each night to fall asleep, even with herbal sedatives.). In real life, I’m quite quiet. I guess it’s because I’m always thinking about something, so I never have any time to spend gabbing away about nothing. As I type this I’m reading it aloud in my head (Can you do that?), as well as playing Rob D’s “Clubbed to Death” piano solo in my head.

This blog will serve two purposes: To let the world know what I do every day, and to share the book “This book will change your life” with the world.

I won’t be performing all 365 activities in the book: that’s just crazy, and would become very boring after a while. I will, however, perform and record (video and pictures, maybe; audio, definitely) select activities that suit my fancy.

Let the blogging begin:

Today I got a lot done for someone out of school and nearly out of work (7-1o hours weekly isn’t exactly enough to call work). I was woken up at the very early hour of noon by a lady from Tim Horton’s, they want me for an interview. I recently applied for a job there as the dude who makes the donuts. It’s 40 hours a week and pays $10-11 hourly, which is pretty good. Whether or not I get hired depends on how much they can stand my long hair.

I saved several pictures of coyotes on to my hard drive. They’re going to be used to help decide where to carve the small piece of soapstone I have. My grandpa is amazing at carving, and there is good money in it (I don’t think he’d sell his carvings), so I figured while I’m wasting away with nothing to do, I could try my hand at it as well.

I started to learn Rob Dougan’s “Clubbed to Death” piano solo today as well, too. It’s a very simple, relaxing, yet dramatic piece. If you listen to that song, it’s like a movie is playing. The music plays a story to you. I won’t tell you what story, because I’m sure it’s different for everyone.

Then I went to work, cleaned my hands of grease to hell, and started up this blog! Hopefully there won’t be many gigantic posts like this one, I don’t think many of you appreciate them.