Well, here I am again, partaking in this pathetic e-ritual: go on msn, check facebook, check blog, check callboard, go offline, all in the hopes that I might find some new insight, or some decent conversation while I sit here, doing time. It seems posting on blogs has become something of an anomaly amongst this crowd. Come ON! Let's keep it up, people! Or have I become the odd man out? Oh well, so be it. I can always find solace in solitude as much as in the company of others. At least it's worth a try. Take THAT, people! I will sit here contentedly twiddling my thumbs in the society of myself.

oh MAN! Just over a month left of high school! Paah-raaaise Je-zuss! I really think all I'm going to miss is the teachers, and may be a tiny handful of people there. But really, I'm ready to go. The unfamiliarity of a new life at University really doesn't scare me. I don't feel like I relate to these people at Westmount, anymore. These days I'll go to classes and leave without much chit-chat in between. I will miss the faculty though. They rock, quite simply. But yeah, Scott put it perfectly when he said it was like they put you in a box, and then you get to big for that box, and you feel cramped and you need more movig space, until one day you can smash the walls and open it up to find yourself in a much bigger box! Hmm...that came out bleaker than it was meant to...but that's the gist of it, really. And at least in the bigger box there's more room and more flexibility for living. But it is, ultimately, another a box. Yet this doesn't have to be a bad thing. This is a reminder that this too, will one day be too small for us; it gives us imperative to grow and evolve, until one day we will have PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER.....like the Genie. Good movie, Aladdin. (Mmm-mmm tangents). But for now, the long and short of it is, Westmount is one box too small for me. Yeah, that's nothing new, I know.

To more important news, which isn't really news at all: Yaay! I'm going to UVic. I love the fact that I can say it's a matter of when, that it's something that's ACTUALLY going to happen. I think it'll do me good. I truly hope it does. I need some good.

I still don't know what to do for that damn poetry contest! Maybe I'll have to turn to my friends Silverstein or Lewis or Chesterton for some nonsense poetry inspiration. I really have no idea. Quick! Someone give me something to poem about!