Ahoy! I'm updating! So, quite a bit has happened in the months that have passed. I've moved twice (I'm now at Frontenac and Union) and am nearly done my thesis! Hurray!

Why does everyone always feel obliged to tell you that you live in a shithole? I live in a shithole. I know this. I've known this for the 8 months I've been living here. You coming to my house and telling me it's a shithole is not news. It's rude.

Well, now that LiveJournal has officially gone evil, it looks like I have to move my blog over to Blogger. On the bright side, I'm saving Google the trouble of having to collect my personal blog information.

The experiment is called fuck you. The result is that no one cares.

Why is it people don't want to think? And I don't mean thinking like "should I wear a scarf today?" I'm talking about thinking of pretty much all thought possibilities beyond small talk. For instance, twice this year I have been speaking with individuals at bars, and naturally you start off with the simplicity of small talk.

Electronic mail was a great invention. I use it all the time to stay in touch with people I have met all over the world, as well as people from home when I'm away. In my e-mails I ask my parents for money, discuss personal things, send myself files, et cetera. Because of that, I feel, and I think many others feel, that e-mail is a personal thing. That is, it is like a diary or a journal. You are not to read it without permission, and if you do, you can't get mad at the person for what is written in it.

Memories. You gotta love 'em. Well, you gotta love making them. And then looking back on them fondly, that's good too. But looking back on them longingly, well, that can be good and bad.

Just got back from the cottage about an hour and a half ago. Good times, though the weather could've been better. This Wednesday Greg, Farron, Alex (maybe?) and I are heading out east for Canada Day to party. Somehow in the middle of all this I have to get some work done. However, I'm not feeling particularly motivated today, probably because of the substance abuse this weekend.

The future. Ah, the future. We're always looking towards it, sometimes with dread, sometimes with anticipation, sometimes not for long. But we all have one, and many times we influence the future of others. And it seems every once and a while I have to give it more than the usual passing thought. What is in the future for me? What am I really going to be doing exactly a year from now? Will I be in a good mood? Will I be in a relationship? Will all the significant people in my life be alive? Will I have new friends?

Well, I'm now officially an engineer. This past weekend was spent in Kingston indulging in hedonistic practices such as smoking copious amounts of marijuana, drinking beer and eating whatever my stoner mind desired. Oh yeah, and I was convocated too.