First week of school come and gone...

I'm tired, my back hurts and I've got a cramp in my hand from taking notes. Ahhh, the life of a student. I'm not going to lie, so far, so good. I havn't gotten my OSAP yet, but should be getting it soon... I hope.

University is busy, full of people and in every way different from what I've been spending my past year doing. It's a relief to see people every day but I have to admit that it's a bit overwhelming. I feel a little old in most of my classes, and a little stupid in others. Already there is a paper due in my political science class, and its exhausting just thinking about writing a four page essay. I feel like it's been years... which in fact, it has.

Well, so far I feel great and I'm not regretting my choice to go to University at all. We'll see how long that lasts.

That's all for now.

Happy Saturday!

Toonie tuesday with no toonies to spare

So, the only thing that ever makes Tuesdays bearable is the knowledge that when I am done work I get to saunter down to the Nutty Chocolatier and get myself a big two scoops of nice cold and creamy iced cream in a waffle cone for a toonie an some change... but today, though it breaks my heart to even admit it, I've not even a loonie to my name. Now, that's probably exagerating a bit...I have my investments, but they are virtually untouchable, and i've got my credit card, but the balance is up to 800 again and I really don't want to use it for such a tiny purchase, and I've got four dollars in the bank, but there is no way I'm going to risk service fees that put me into overdraft (for which I do not have overdraft protection) just so that I can drag my fat ass to the iced cream shop to stuff my face.
So woe is me for I must go without my weekly treat.

On a lighter note, I got my book lists for three of my classes and I'm getting pretty excited about University. Too bad the books are going to cost me about... a million dollars. Again... exaggerating, but seriously... one of my text books costs 70 dollars....USED! Now doesn't that seem just a little bit rediculous? Oh well, hopefully my father will be able to spare a few dollar (or...a hundred?) to help me with the purchase of these puppies.
On an even lighter note, after the cat crapping in my basil plant (you know...our new roommates evil cat of doom?) on the floor in the living room, peeing on the stove (yes...I am not joking...it pissed on the stove) and on my bag, destroying two brand new books, it seems that we have not had any problems for the past three days. Knock on wood, but I think we might just be looking at a changed animal!

So anyways, Happy Tuesday!

and to brighten your day 9or at least mine) ...


(from holyjuan.com)

Not impressed at all...

So I've not written of late as I've been rather busy. We had a roommate move in a couple days ago and its a bit of an adjustment. It's good though. We certainly need the extra income and she is a pretty rad girl so I don't at all mind sharing our home with her for a while.

One tiny little problem though is that this morning her cat pissed all over my bag, destroying the two (brand new) books that were in its front pocket. Now, I've forfeited the 20 dollars I spent on the books and the bag will hopefully be usable once its had a good wash, but I don't think that it's guaranteed.

So needless to say I'm pretty upset about the whole ordeal. I hadn't even had the change to start reading one of the books and even more devastating, the other was nearly finished...and now I can't read it because it smells so strongly of urine I might just vomit in disgust.

On a lighter note, next weekend Josh and I are to have a Cocktail Party, which should be fun because we seldom do things with his friends other than watch movies. And seeing as neither of us like to go to the bar, it should be a fun alternative.

Well, Happy Wednesday!(image from holyjuan.com)

Busy Busy Busy

Busy day at work today and actually for the past couple of days. This is a good thing, although it has certainly distracted from my blogging, reading and other things I generally do to fill the void. Anyways, nothing to report... honestly, I'm so tired I could pass out right now.

Best Book and Boyfriend Ever

Let me begin by saying HAPPY FRIDAY! So glad the week is over. I'm so tired of sitting around doing nothing all day.

Now, I just bought Lonely Planet's THE TRAVEL BOOK and might I say it is literally the BEST BOOK IN THE WORLD. Definitely going on the coffee table for regular browsing convenience. It features all 192 countries (so classified by the UN) along with 38 more not-classified-as-countries countries (ie. crown colonies and foreign dependencies of some of the above states 192 countries. Anyways, I would recommend that anybody who has an interest in traveling the world buy this book...right now. It is filled with wonderful goodies including, what to eat while there, what to drink, where to go (a few interesting highlights for each) and some amazingly stunning photographs to boot! So glad I bought this. Amazon.ca is seriously my best friend.

Now on to my super wonderful boyfriend. This morning I woke up and there was a note on the table. It was a piece of paper folded in half that said "To Johanna" followed by some unreadable and ridiculous mathematical equations which were in turn scribbled out. I was like "hmmmmm...this is odd. I know Josh likes math but...it really hurts my brain. But then I opened up the note and inside it said "I guess what I'm trying to say is I love you and I will see you at lunch today." HOW AWESOME IS THAT?! See? Best boyfriend ever. And wouldn't you know? He brought me a subway sandwich and a bottle of diet coke for lunch! :D

Anyways...the weekend is here! Yay!

See ya.

Another wonderful weekend...

Wow, it seems as though I am slacking off big time on the blogging. How awful.

Well, this weekend was wonderful. I spent Saturday at home, then spent a few hours in the afternoon with Josh then went out with my friend Saima for a bit of a catch-up. It had been ages since we'd seen each other.

Yesterday we cleaned our bedroom (oh my lord!) and did about twelve loads of laundry. Not as much fun as Saturday. But we did manage to take a few hours for ourselves. We went to the beach with the intention of reading and ended up taking a much needed nap. Then it was off to Tanya's (my sister) to say hi and have a quick visit with my niece and nephew. They picked me a bunch of crab apples. I guess that means I'll be making pie in the very near future!

Tonight I'm having a kitty play-date with my friend and her cat who are moving in with us in August. We want to let the cats get acquainted before we shove them together!

Oh, on Saturday Josh and I went to the mall so he could buy one of those laptop cooling fans that you can put on your lap or on a desktop. It stops your computer from overheating and can even extend the life of your computer! A very good investment for only $39.oo, I'd say. Well, we carried on down the hall in the mall and next thing we knew we were in Mappin's trying on rings. Spoiler alert, if just trying on Engagement rings is any indication, then I am most DEFINITELY going to cry when Josh proposes.

Anyways, Happy Monday!

Wonderful Weekend!

Josh and I had a lovely weekend. Saturday we bought frames for our gallery wall above the couch (Josh just has to create two more sketches and it will be complete!) It looks so great. (Damn, I really have to get a new camera chord...and stop writing in brackets.) Then we went to Rebuilt Resources and bought another golf club (we only have one...also purchased at Rebuilt) and I got myself a cute pink teapot and a cup and saucer to make a DIY platter like this. I tested it out yesterday (with ceramic glue) and it looks so awesome. I'm going to have to make squares or something to serve on it.

Then we headed off to the driving range. Josh has been wanting to go there for a while now. We aren't golfers or anything, it was just a fun way to spend the afternoon!

Sunday we woke early and went to Church. Weird, right? Catholic church, at that. The reason for this was Josh's parents' vow renewal. They have been together for 25 year! How great is that?! The church pew made my back ache for the rest of the day, but it was worth it for such a lovely occasion. I spent the afternoon at home reorganizing the living/dining room, which was a terrible idea given the state of my back, but it's really beginning to come together.

Well, back to work I suppose.

Happy Monday!

Painting, Planning and Thinking of the future...

I was sitting in our bathroom the other day, on the edge of the tub, looking at the naked, white walls, thinking about how depressing and dirty they looked when it hit me. If I paint the walls, and remove the gunk from around the tub, this could be a very cute and cozy place to take a bath!

So my plan was set in motion. Josh and I went to Walmart and bought caulking, paint and hole filler and headed back home to begin my project. However, when I removed the...gunky moisture barrier from around the tub, you know, the stuff that's supposed to keep the water out of your walls...guess what I found. That's right, folks! Rotten boards! Yum!

This means that I have to replace the walls around my bathtub. This means that any money that I may or may not have put aside for buying a new exterior front door will now go towards the overhaul of our bath area. GAH! On a lighter note, I painted the walls a lovely colour of warm goldy brown that Josh chose and so far the bathroom looks quite nice. I also let dry the rotten wall and plastered it with a nice thick layer of waterproof bathroom caulking. So...if all goes as planned, I will be able to hold out on the replacement of the entire wall for a little while longer.

Now, yesterday I registered for all of my classes, and man, is that a load off of my mind! I am so excited to finally be heading to University after all this time. My deposit is in, my New Student Orientation booked, my OSAP funding guaranteed and my book list begun. Now if only I could get Josh to finish painting the spare bedroom so we can get some pictures out to prospective tenants!

All in good time, I suppose.

Anyways...today is a good day. Apart from Shad fly season having just begun (ewwwwwwww...it smells like dead fish downtown, which is where I work...right in the thick of shad fly hell) I am quite content. Also, today is Toonie Tuesday at the Nutty Chocolatier, two scoops of iced cream for two dollars! Yay!

BP Oil Spill Price Tag at 2Billion

So, BP recently stated that that have now spent 2 billion dollars in response to the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Anyone want to guess how much said company makes in profit every year (excluding replacement cost profit)? 239 billion dollars. Seems a little to little too late to me. Especially since everything BP has attempted in order to stop the flow of oil has failed thus far. However, the company did announce that they will be keeping 20 billion dollars in escrow (that is...pending, sort of like when you sell your house but the deal hasn't gone through yet) to compensate victims of the spill.

I was talking to a girl the other day, a bit older than I and she said, in regards to the Deepwater Horizon oil rig sinking and rupturing, letting loose, get this, 60 000 barrels of oil a day... that is more than 2.5 million gallons a day! That means that since the rig went down on April 20th of this year, approximately 80 million (American) gallons of oil have leaked into the Atlantic. Now, some would argue (earth haters) that this is a minuscule ammount compared to the 650 quadrillion gallons of water in the Gulf of Mexico. But what they fail to grasp is that the oil has not spread throughout the entirety of the gulf of Mexico but, as oil does in water (try it at home), it has pooled, causing an area of high oil density, damaging local flora and fauna and destrying underwater ecosystems. Don't believe me? Check this out.
Take that, earth haters.

Number 11:___________

Have a baby.

JUST KIDDING! Stupid psychic lady, throwing me off my groove.

This past week Josh's mother went to a psychic, and said psychic was so accurate that when she mentioned that her son who was living with a girl (ie. Josh) was going to be expecting a baby soon, it was a bit of a shock. Well, my monthly uglies were 2 weeks late when I found this out and so i spent the whole weekend pondering whether or not I should take a pregnancy test or just forget about it because there was no way a psychic could predict something like that...or anything at all for that matter.

None-the-less, after a long weekend of worrying incessantly about whether or not I was going to be able to attend school in the fall, how I would deal with this if it were to be true, and yelling at Josh for being insensitive, this morning I woke and ta-da! not pregnant.

Teaches me to get all strung out over some phony psychic who just happened to be right a few times.

I'll be back later to talk about something of substance!

Dear Tony Hayward,

I don't give a damn if you're "deeply sorry". Deeply sorry? "[You] give [your] pledge...that [your company] will not rest until [you] make this right[?]" Really now...is that the best you can do?

I don't even want to get into this. It was a crime against the earth and all of it's inhabitants.

How would you feel if...

...you were a lawyer, say, and you had just fought tooth and nail to put someone in prison for murder. The judge finally ruled in favour of your client and you are so relived. Now imagine it is six years later and you're sitting, drinking a coffee, thinking how wonderful it is to live in a country like Canada, where killers get put in prison and crime-rates are low, and you can leave the house in the morning to get coffee down the street without locking your front door and shutting the window in your kitchen.

Now imagine, you're sitting there with your coffee and in the News Paper is a headlining story that reads "Court of Appeal Judge Charged with Murder." And imagine now, that this self same judge is one that, on many occasions you stood in front of, arguing your case in favour of human rights and justice.

Well, now that we're done imagining. Get a load of this. There is some rumour about that it was an act of compassion, but seriously, Mr. Delisle, murder in the first degree? How did you figure that was even a remotely good idea? And possession of an illegal weapon?

Well, seeing as no Canadian judge has ever been charged with something so serious as murder (in history), this is a pretty damn big deal. We'll see what happens, I guess.

That's all for now!

Number 76: A letter to my unborn grandchildren

My dear unborn Grandchildren,

It is the year 2010 and I am writing you this letter from the office of Cleopatra, the interior design store in which I work.

Your mother and father have not even been born yet. I’m twenty years old.

I guess you’re wondering why I’ve written you this letter, and I don’t know how to explain it. I guess that there are just things that I feel I would like to tell you, and I’m not sure if I will ever get the chance. Who knows how old I will be when you are finally born?

I want to tell you a little bit about me, if that’s alright with you. I was born at Parry Sound hospital in Parry Sound, Ontario on March 2nd 1990, the same day that Nelson Mandela was elected deputy President of the African National Congress…which had no bearing on my birth; I just thought it was interesting. When I was just a baby my parents (your great grandparents, Judy and Jim) owned Lorimer Lake Resort on Dunchurch, Ontario. They sold it when I was two or three and from there we moved to Magnetawan, where I was to grow up.

Magnetawan was and (presumably) is a tiny town about an hour South of North Bay (where I met your grandfather…but that will come a bit later) and about three hours south of Toronto. I feel I should tell you that…as if I’ve anything to do with it you’ll never have to go there. The town was small and I was a bit of a misfit. When I was four, my sister (your great aunt Tanya) moved away. The next year my grandfather Gord, died. Later that year, my mother and father split up. It was a very confusing time of my life. I was so young. All I remember about it was that my father wanted to take me for a walk and my shoe fell off when he picked me up and I was crying to have it back. ****, who lived with us, attacked my father, or something like it, and a fight ensued. Next thing I knew Kristine (another great aunt of yours) and I were swooped away by my mom and **** on a mini vacation to a hotel in North Bay, where we ate waffled for desert at a fancy restaurant. When we returned home, my dad was gone.

I hope that you never have to experience the pain of your parents separating. I promise you now that I will do everything in my power to make your life easier than mine was.

**** and my mom, from that point on, were like my parents. I visited my dad sometimes, but not often enough. Kristine and I were weird because we had “two moms”. I never had many friends until I got to middle school, but by then I had changed my entire self in order to fit in. I smoked marijuana (which I’m sure you’re parents do not want you to know) and I became a bit promiscuous. It was not a good time in my life.

My other grandfather, Hubert, died when I was twelve, and I was so heartbroken. He was a very interesting man and it breaks my heart that I did not get to know him better. I hope that you will get to know your grandfathers better than I knew mine.

When I got to high school I decided that I just wanted to be myself. Staicha (my father’s wife, ***’s, daughter and I became best friends. We were different and weird and we loved it. We made a group of loveable misfit friends and I moved into my Dad’s house with her.

I was in a band with Staicha’s boyfriend…which, although it didn’t last long, was a wonderful and interesting experience. I fell in love with a girl named S**** (yes…I suppose your parents didn’t tell you that one either.) and she became my girlfriend. That, however, ended because I fell in love with A**** (guess you’re seeing a whole new side to your ol’ granny now, aren’t you?!) I moved in with her for about a week and then cried so that my mother would allow me to come home to her. We had been dating for more than a year and it only took a week of me actually living with her to realize that I was not really in love, but rather, I was trying to escape my life at home. **** was a bit…odd, and I won’t get into it. I truly hated that woman (and hate is a very strong word that I do not use lightly.) I was diagnosed Bipolar, which I pray is not something that can be passed down. I hurt myself physically, which I pray is something you will never do.

Staicha and I drifted apart in my later years of high school because she moved away with her boyfriend. I had a few friends and a few boyfriends and I loved music. I went to Toronto on a few occasions to sleep on the street. I was very much in love with the homeless. My mom and **** broke apart and my mother broke down…but you’ll be happy to know that she is happy and madly in love now...so all ended well, if this is to be the end.

I made a few new friends in my last year of high school who reintroduced me to God in a completely different way than I had every experienced him. Instead of a mean, controlling dictator, he was a loving, caring friend that I could talk to when I was sad and hurting. Although I have drifted from that path, I am glad that I met those people because they truly changed my life.

I moved to North Bay when I was finished school and got a job at a smoothie shop. I met some interesting people and fell for a tall geeky man with a terribly rude attitude who was a little bit too sadistic for my liking. The relationship did not last long. I fell head over heals for a thirty eight year old man who was a jazz percussionist and we made out on the patio of 100 Georges (which is an old Jazz bar in North Bay.) It was a one night stand that I’m sure I will remember forever.

But the one person that really changed my life was your grandfather. I met Josh at the smoothie shop where I was the manager (called Euphoria). He used to come in about five times a day to get smoothies and coffee and tea and whatever else he could possibly buy. He was a personal trainer and a yoga instructor and boy, did he know how to talk! I told him that he had to come to a Coffee House I was hosting one night for the food bank and he said that he could not because he had other plans. Sure enough, though, he showed up, and after I learned his real name (I thought it was Mark, silly me) we spent the rest of the night talking. I told him he had to walk me home (oh, assertive me) and he obliged. I should mention that it was winter and he whined the entire way there (two blocks) that he was cold. Hahaha. He asked me for my phone number but I wasn’t going to let him off that easy. I told him to come to Euphoria the next day and I would give it to him then. He said okay (but was a little confused, girls can be so cruel). He was too nervous to even initiate the hug that followed.

The next day he came into the shop and I put the phone number on the top of his coffee cup as I handed it to him, hopelessly romantic am I. To my surprise, he called me that night and we talked for four hours! We made a date for that Sunday (the fourteenth of December 2008) and went to the mall to walk and talk and watch people (a silly little hobby of mine.) He took me to dinner and then said he did not want the date to end, so we went to play air hockey at the movie theatre (he beat me…but I’ve since gotten him back!) We went to build a snowman, but failed. We only managed to roll one huge ball and then gave up because it was far too cold. He took me to Tim Horton’s for coffee (he drank green tea… he just loves green tea) and later we went to my apartment and talked the whole night through (I’m giving you the PG version.) and I fell asleep in his arms.

That first date lasted until Christmas, when I had to go away for a week with my family. But he called me and told me that he missed me. Your grandfather was such a romantic.

I love to paint, and your grandfather is a great artist as well. I hope that he will have shown you some of his drawings before you read this so that you will understand. We both love to write. Your grandfather has the most creative ideas, although they are so far a bit too crude for young eyes, I’m sure that in time he will become a published author.

We just bought our first house together eight months ago. It’s a duplex with an apartment upstairs and a decent back yard…but it is not where I want your mom or dad to be born. I am starting school in the fall, and I am scared. I am so lonely here at my work, where no one speaks to me all day. I have no friends, or very few, of my own. I feel like going to University will give me a fresh start… something to look forward to.

I look forward to getting my masters, traveling the world, getting a PhD, volunteering wherever I can. Most of all, I look forward to starting a family with your grandfather. You are so lucky to have a grandpa like him. He is the only one like him in the world.

I guess this letter should have been teaching you some life lessons, but I’m afraid you’ll just have to learn them yourself as you go, like I have and will continue to. Maybe a few words of wisdom before I go. Firstly, I want you to know that you are perfect and wonderful and beautiful. You can be anything or anyone that you want to; you just have to try hard enough. Put others before you whenever possible, but not to the point of harming yourself. You can’t help others if you can not even help yourself. Don’t give up on your dreams, don’t forget who you are, don’t every hurt yourself with hope that it will make you feel better. If you are creative, express yourself. Dress differently, speak differently and act differently. Be unique and don’t be afraid to stand out… but also, don’t be afraid to blend in. Follow the rules that pertain to right and wrong but don’t get so caught up in them that you forget to have fun. Be happy, truly happy and love with everything you have, as I love your grandfather, your parents and you.

Live you life. Be the best you can be. Smile as often as possible.

I look forward to meeting you.

Love,

Your Grandmother

A few tips from me to you...regarding 'the cleanse'

item number 1: If you commit to a diet/cleanse...do it right. Take it from me...it's so much harder if you allow yourself to cheat.

item number 2: Do not pack a huge lunch of cut veggies and fruit and then eat it all at once leaving yourself hungry for the rest of the day. It sucks.

item number 3: Try to avoid long walks in the blistering sun without head protection, especially if your calorie intake for the day is less than 500.

item number 4: Don't do a cleanse if there is someone in your household who refuses to do the same. It's painful to watch them eat.

item number 5: Do not weigh yourself during your cleanse... it's just plain stupid.

item number 6: Don't think about all the wonderful things you're going to cook, bake or eat when you're done your cleanse. It makes you crave them even more.

item number 7: Don't eat a butt-load of vitamin C-rich foods if you have to go to work in a public place. It is... unpleasant. (vitamin C is a natural laxative, enough said)

That is all. (day 2...not counting my cheats yesterday (ie. naan and tzatziki)

"The air"

Last night I sat in front of my computer for exactly four hours, twenty seven minutes and 38 seconds and this is what I came up with--"The air". Yes, that's right, ladies and gentlemen, I wrote two words. This would have been fine were I to have been distracted by something of...substance. But what was I doing during this period of time between my returning home from work and walking out the door to meet Josh at the pool hall? Drum roll please... I was watching television. That's right...television. The deific idol of the 21st century. The bane of human intellectuality. Case and point, "The air".

I've had writer's block before. It's really no big deal. I mean, what are my words ever going to do to change the world? It is not as if there is even a remote chance that something I write will have an effect on even a minute faction of the population. I've come to terms with the fact that if I am to be a writer, an artist or anything else remotely creative I will be doing it merely as a hobby and not a way of life. The idea of 'starving artist' is astronomically over-rated. It's not nearly as romantic as one would think.

However, what am I to do when my life is empty and I have no social life to speak of and Josh had gone to play pool with his pals and I am left alone inside my thoughts, aching for some sort of creative release and there is... nothing? The obvious answer is...watch television and pretend the world away. Get old, get lazy, get fat. Melt into the sofa and become one with cheese puffs and diet soda-pop and lose the tiny grip on reality that I have left. I'm holding on by my index fingers, my nails crammed against the retched mortar that holds together my sanity. And the one thing that was always my escape from all this, my way out of myself... it eludes me like a tiny bubble floating through the air that dashes this way and that every time I get within an inch and when I finally grasp it in my desperate, greedy hands...it pops and once again I am left with and empty fist. A metaphor for my empty heart--quite fitting given it's approximate shape and size in relation to the throbbing organ that keeps my blood pumping...my brain filled with life-giving blood. Even more fitting given it's connection to the thing which I crave so badly. Without this hand, this fist...I would not be able to write at all...

Day Two... And It Keeps Getting Better...

Last night I finished watching the first season of Heroes (oh, how much sleep I have lost in the past few days due to that show). And what did I do when it was complete? Why I went to the library to search for the second season, of course. However, to my great disdain, it was taken out already and so, in my grief, I signed out the third season of 30 Rock and the first of Californication and voila! proceeded to waste my life away in front of the television screen all night.

This is what my life has come to. On another note, I bought four books for $4.00 while at the library, which made me feel quite great, as $4.00 would seldom buy half a book let alone four whole ones. And to think I had waited two years to get a library card when all along I could have been getting free movies and cheap books! Shame on me. In regards to books--I am currently reading two, one being Good Times, Bad Times by James Kirkwood, which is quite good except that it's style reminds me a bit of The Catcher in the Rye, which was an absolutely terrible novel (I hate to insult dear, departed Salinger's honour, especially given his recent death....but honestly...). The other is Medicine River by Thomas King, which I am told is amazing, satisfying, elegant and lightly provocative. I've only read about three pages so I've nothing to say in response to that.

As for the mundane goings-on of my life today, I am waiting. God, I feel as though that is all I do recently--wait. Wait for response from school, wait for OSAP application to go through, wait to be approved, wait for book lists, wait to register for classes, wait for my next pay day, wait for my life to start. Josh is feeling equally disconsolate? no...that's not right. Static and anxious. It is frustrating that I can not help him to feel better, as I am also plagued by the same inactivity...the same unmoving affliction.

Perhaps that is enough for today. I wouldn't want to start whining.

In The Beginning...

SO this is the start of my new blog. I sit at work for seven hours every day and apart from a few minutes spent sweeping and dusting and the odd arrival of a customer or two, I am completely alone and static. I do not move from my seat except to run up and down the stairs every hour or two to get my blood pumping a bit.

This is to be my relief. A way for me to vent my frustrations, explain my daily goings-on, day-dream of the future and remember the past. It has no other purpose than to serve as a journal of sorts--perhaps more public than your average daily log, but that is the joy of it. To think that there is a chance that I am not entirely alone.

I guess I will start by telling you (imaginary internet audience) a little bit about myself. My name is Johanna but my family calls me Anna. I hate that name... I live in North Bay, Ontario and work at an interior design store called Cleopatra (for now). I live with my amazing boyfriend, Josh, who is a personal trainer and yoga instructor. We recently bought a duplex and are renting out the top half to two University students. I have two cats, Buster and Keaton. They are my little men and I love them very much. I enjoy gardening (although I'm a little bit of a lazy gardener) cooking and reading. Oh, how I read! I am not very outgoing, but I can be. I don't have many friends (in fact...I have very few...) but I'm hoping that this will change in the ear future. I am 20 years old (born march 2nd 1990) and will be attending my first year of University this fall (after taking two long years off to "find myself....") at Nipissing. I like to think about the future and wax intellectual about politics and literature (although I would not classify myself an intellectual.)

I am in the process of getting a life. I'll let you know how that goes.

So that's it. Here goes...