Saturday, May 15, 2010

Celebrate The Lives Of The Dead; Its Like A Man's Best Party Only Happens When He Dies

my apologies, sincerely, to all none of you who read this.

oh the time that has passed since the last post... it has been much too long. i feel like that is something that post-secondary institutes due only too well: distract those from anything that they had previously done.

i wont sit here and pretend that i have been too busy with super important, oh-so-intelligent things to write a blog, for that is not the case. i have been too busy slacking off, partying, cramming, and watching full tv series on the internet. apparently that is what it is that university students do.

it was fun. i had more than my fair share of good times. the people i met i will never forget. mostly for good things, a few a will remember for the bad. but that is a very small few.

the year flew by. i feel as though i just moved into that dammed hyman soloway room, and im already out. that i wont complain about, to be rid of that place is glorious. to be away from the university is not quite so much. but a break will be lovely, im sure. to say that university taught me would be an understatement. it has proven to be well worth the small fortune i am paying for it. not only am i learning things about the world, but also myself.

the next couple month i am spending in the big city of toronto. working each day at westminster cemetery and living with my aunts. it blows my mind that the 401 highway is 16 lanes wide; and that city kids are known to have parties called farm parties where copious amounts of hardcore drugs are consumed, because they believe that is what we do in the country.


0 comments:

Post a Comment