we don't have hobbies we judge...

MAN, it is a sad, sad thing when you realize you're just itching to write an old post on the old blog. Now here, my friend, is when it gets reeeallly gloomy when you realize, you just really don't have anything even remotely (trust me, no exaggeration there) relevant or interesting and particulairly void of depth to write about. I will say this, it's frightening me that I seem to so often discount and ignore my love to write. Ohhh k. There must be something I can write about. It could be this: I think I've realized that I'll need to take a second first year. Basically, because my courses this year, while yes extrememly interesting and in no way do I regret any of them, but it seems I see now that my heart is in literature and theology and history and art. So the Art and History course currently in operation is spectacular, needless to say.

Also, well, living in the Gord Downie is terrible. And by terrible I mean an outpouring and unleashing of spiritual nourishment. Not to mention I pretty much just laugh all stinking day long. And it's great laughter. At everything specifically and everything collectively. We laugh at all of you.


Ok, I was really just building to this point, and good for you for sticking with me: I haven't told anyone this, but last saturday I passed the deep-knee-lunge-in-the-hallway guy again. He is not kidding around and apparantly never got the memo about the sweat-head-band...it was pretty good.