Craig St. Jean

Way to de-friend me Allee. You're totally overreacting hahaha

Whatever. Hello, barren Friends Page.

Top two posts on my friends page this morning:

Allee: I needs me some drama. But preferably just some good sex.

Haley: I want an intense sexual relationship that happens at least daily. I want to be RAVISHED.




Maybe you should just fuck each other!

I've felt physically great the last few days; a feeling far removed (and improved) from that which stemmed from my reckless abandon in March and spilled over unwelcome into April. The last two months have been interesting to say the least-- toward the end of February I was bored nearly to death, so I took it upon myself to change that, out-stepping my bounds in one potentially destructive way (in addition to simply living more freely), but ultimately benefiting from it in more ways than I could have hoped. Borrowed elation, some may say, but I don't really believe in karma.

In the same two month period I've suffered the consequences of this undying heavy metal addiction of mine, but my forehead, jaw, neck, wrist, and back all seem to have recovered. I've often felt that it's a masochistic endeavor to truly enjoy the more extreme strains of this music, and that's only accentuated in the live environment. Performing last night with Uigg was one of the most cathartic experiences I've had in a long time-- new gear, recently resolved band tension, and a catatonic audience proved to be a perfect storm; It felt like unremitting aural violence exploded from our hands, feet, and mouths as though we were assaulting the crowd our sturm und drang, and as though it had never happened quite so forcefully in the past. It was a physically painful outburst, but one I won't soon forget.

Between now and the end of the summer I hope to proudly play part in the birthing of a Uigg full length album and a demo from my new band The Misanthrope. I've also got creative ambitions for the written word as I plan to try my hand at a short story or similarsuch. I've too long claimed to love writing without producing anything substantial. I hope that establishing my intentions here helps me to see them through.

"Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
what types of roles do you like?

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
do you like student/teacher?

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
altar boy/priest??????????

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
CAT/DOG???????????????????????

John Lee Pettimore diz:
cough

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
lol

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
we should roleplay

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
i will be a black pornstar (a la Lex Steele)

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
and you will be an 18 yr old asian chick

John Lee Pettimore diz:
Nicename!

John Lee Pettimore diz:
me no speaky english?

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
"HEY BABY.....YOU MIGHT NOT SPEAK MY LANGUAGE BUT I HEARD YOU'RE GOOD WITH YOUR MOUTH"

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
(i'm speaking in caps, btw, because i am a huge muscular black dude with a massive cock)

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
TAKE OFF THOSE HELLO KITTY PANTIES

John Lee Pettimore diz:
我在嘴投入了大公雞! 舔它好!

John Lee Pettimore diz:
i really hope that showed up properly

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
LOL

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
I WANNA TAKE A DIP IN THE DUCK SAUCE

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
OOOH SUCK THAT COCK, MMM BABY YEAH

John Lee Pettimore diz:
我在我的猫喜欢公鸡! 感受好长期!

John Lee Pettimore diz:
if you knew what i was saying...

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
YEAH BABY YOUR MOUTH IS FULL THATS WHY I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
YEAH BABY SHOW ME THAT TIGHT LITTLE AZN PUSSY

John Lee Pettimore diz:
You're having too much fun with this.

John Lee Pettimore diz:
AND this is indeed post worthy

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
hahahaha

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
i agree

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
i had more sweet ideas, but it appears that you have lost interest.....hmmph

John Lee Pettimore diz:
hahahaha!!

John Lee Pettimore diz:
I untranslated it back to english

John Lee Pettimore diz:
I like the cockerel in mine cat! Feels long-term!

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
hahahahahahha

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
MY BLACK DOG IN UR HELLO KITTY

John Lee Pettimore diz:
I invested the big cockerel in the mouth! Licks it to be good!

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
are you posting this on LJ or alchemy?

John Lee Pettimore diz:
i think i may be too lazy to do either

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
ughz

John Lee Pettimore diz:
you do it then!

John Lee Pettimore diz:
make sure you add the translations.. if you do, do so

Craig - bondage goat zombie diz:
will do"

This shit happens tonight! My band, the genre-defining sl00t metal warriors Uigg team up with the greasy French-Canadian death metal horde Sordid and the christraping, jesus-slaying 20 year Greek metal veterans Rotting Christ to fucking poop all over Moncton.

I'm stoked for this. Seeing a legendary European band is sweet, meeting them is sweeter, and playing a show with them it totally the sweetest.

PICS WILL FOLLOW

I'm getting a bit disillusioned with University lately. It seems to have ceased offering those experiences which I generally say I'm there for. I've never felt like I was going to University because it was going to be my ticket to some great career. I've always stayed interested because of its amazing opportunities to learn, mainly because it exposes you (usually) to such a variety of available knowledge and ideas, in a mostly-formal way, thereby keeping you active and on track.

I'm in my 4th year now, and that well seems to have run dry, for me anyway. More and more, it seems as though everything I'm doing is simply to get that mark, get that required course, or have those experiences which, taken together, will comprise the "ticket" to something down the road. That something, almost invariably, seems to just be a career or position in which you will guide someone else through those same steps. It seems like there's this self-perpetuating, self-contained academic community, operating like a factory production line. If you're not on that production line, it seems like everyone's going to be questioning why you're even still around for a 4th year. I don't know if anyone will completely get what I mean, but that's ok, I'm kind of just venting to get my head around my own thoughts.

I know, too, that professors and people in the academic community ARE doing more than what I just described -- all the research, producing new knowledge, etc. is great. But getting to that point, as a student, seems to involve a long-ass time spent simply clearing all the hurdles that the community puts in front of you, so that you can join the club. In the process, that inspiring period of exploration that I and many others had in our 1st and 2nd years seems to be snuffed out. This happens because there's no time to indulge in a discipline/concept/theory that you find interesting, because you're too busy completing assignments and hastily absorbing information so that you can regurgitate it on an exam.

Lately I'm swamped with all that shit. I know that I've never been the best at managing my time, but still. I'm not going to drop out after Christmas. It's been too long now, and I'm going to see it through. I'll likely be back for to do an honour's thesis next year, too, but I'm hoping that will provide a similar experience to my first couple years since I'll have more time to sink my teeth into one particular piece of work. In any case, I'm strongly contemplating doing something very UNschool-ish once I finish. Unfortunately I just don't have any ideas yet, but I'm kind of looking forward to just living and seeing what happens.

So, my band Uigg was booked to open for Aborted in Moncton in late July. Aborted are basically one of the biggest names in death metal, for those of you that don't know.

AND THEN

Their whole tour got cancelled....due to "injury"

Fuck. I'm not a huge Aborted fan (with the exception of loving one album), but the notion of having my less-than-one-year-old band share the stage with a band of that stature is pretty damn thrilling.

Oh well, at least I know that we're doing well for ourselves, and that the best is yet to come.

I think I'll make an update soon with more details about what's going on in my life.


p.s. Allee....had you heard about that tour being canceled? If you hadn't, then I guess you have now :(

I listen for the door to crack
Know that you're not coming back
And hearts are heard around the world
Screaming clocks with whirling arms
And booming bling and car alarm
You're in a place that's quiet now
Fields are soft and pools are clear
With glowing light ponds in the rear
The living room is goldenrod
Ain't it sad though, ain't it true
There's no more place for me and you
But space is low
No space in this realm

You'll probably all hate it...

But sometimes you just happen upon a song that's perfect for the moment. Does the mood make the song perfect, or does the song make the mood? I don't think anyone will ever know for sure. Nor should we want to.


On an unrelated note, The Proposition is an awesome movie. It's one of the most visually impressive films I've ever seen. It must be watched alone at night. I think the presence of another person would ruin the solitary, meditative mood (even though it's rather violent). My nerdy thought for the night is that it's cool when film can act as poetry, where the form and imagery are the stuff of interest, as opposed to simply telling a story like prose.

Well, I had planned to make a big "New Year's Post" but now I don't really feel like it, haha. Anyway, some resolutions include 1) make it all the way to 180 lbs, 2) get at least 1 or 2 really good pieces of new equipment for my drums, 3) get better at drums, 4) have a 90 average in school, 5) find out how to get rid of the pimple on my forehead that NEVER seems to go away, and...

...well, this isn't really a "resolution" per se, but I really need to get rid of this cold that I 've had for WAY TOO LONG now. Hey Allee, if you're reading this, do you remember how I was coughing a lot on the ride home from the Hellacaust show? Well, that was Novemember 24th and I have been coughing every day since then (and it had started two weeks before that). I've been to the doctor and it seems like I either have pneumonia or perhaps even seasonal asthma. I had a chest x-ray and a pulmonary exam, but of course those results take weeks to process. I feel ok otherwise, but the coughing and congestion is getting annoying after all this time.

In other news, I've been hanging out with my friend Becky a lot lately, which has been awesome. I'm sad that she'll be going back to France in the next couple days, though. I'm gonna miss her so much. I remember during the fall thinking to myself that "I wish had a friend who was like this and this and this, etc" and then I realized that Becky is exactly that type of friend (or even the person in particular) I had been wishing for. I almost sort of regret not spending more time with her last year at Mt. Allison. She'll be back here in the spring, though, so I'll have that to look forward to. I guess I'm just having one of those moments where I realize how much a particular person means to me... Friends that truly understand you aren't always easy to come by, and I think those are the people that you really need to hang on to.

Anyway, here are some pictures from Christmas and New Year's Eve, as well as a couple new ones of me that I like. ( Check 'em )

Sooo...

What's the news? Umm, well I finished my last exam tonight. So now I have 3 weeks off for Christmas. Sweet... I'm going to Halifax this weekend to hang out/jam with Steve, so I'm pretty stoked for that. This time I'll remember the camera too... gotta get a picture of myself by that 1349 sign this time. Speaking of cool addresses/numbers, my band Uigg jams at a place that is either on or near Route 213..... brutal!

Also, I went to the dentist today. No cavities...first time in a while. I am proud. BUT, when I was brushing my teeth this morning, I totally puked. Stupid morning sickness... I hate being pregnant. Anyway, from like grade 6 (1997) until April 2005 I had this wicked streak going of not puking...not at all. But now, within the last 30 or so months, I've totally puked 3 fucking times. I'm ashamed...the streak has been completely shattered.

Moving on...

Hmm, Christmas soon. I forgot to ask for anything. But I kinda feel guilty/selfish when I ask for stuff anyway. Not totally sure why... I guess because I have a lot already. Anyway, I AM going to ask my parents for a few things... like some new hoodies and drum heads. Both of those things will obviously improve my life.

Oh, also, today I measured my hair. Yes, that's right. And it's 19 inches long. It seems to have grown a little more than 5 inches in the last year (from what I can tell from my "dye lines"). Hopefully it'll grow that much within the next year, too. Then I'll have 2 whole feet of hair, and I think that'll make me happy, although I don't plan to "stop" there. I keep thinking that my length of hair on a much shorter person would look way fucking longer. So I've haven't had it cut for almost 3 years now, but I'm 6'3" and a person who's a foot shorter than me would get so much more mileage out of that time. Not fair. But I can reach things that they can't. So I guess it evens out. I care about these things.

Finally, I took some new pictures of myself. I dig 'em. This time, I don't look that bad.

( Check 'em )