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| My university experience has consisted of, thus far:
There's a hole in the city and its name is Ottawa U,
And if you're dull and boring, then it's the place for you,
And if you're in to concrete, and ugly buildings too,
Then welcome to Ottawa U.
2, 3, 4..
Fuck you, Ottawa U,
Fuck you, Ottawa U,
En francais c'est fuckez vous, Ottawa U.
So fuck you, Ottawa U.
2, 3, 4...
What the fuck's a geegee? What the fuck's a geegee? What the fuck's a geegee? etc...
OR
(Wheelbarrow's cheer):
You love us, we know you do,
But tonight we're dumping you.
We've got a big wheel,
And it's kind of a big deal.
We've got a load of shit,
Would you like a meal?
University is so insane and fast-paced right now. I'm not making as many friends as I'd like to, but people are nice. I can't believe I'm saying this but part of me wants classes to begin because the people in ID (industrial design) are so far the coolest people I've met on campus. And since there are only about 38 of us per grade, we are definitely an elite group. I love it.
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| For those of you who are going on to university, for those who are moving away, for those who are staying, for those who are taking life by whatever comes next, for those who will live to see September, this is one last goodbye - one last goodbye to the life you used to know. For the past year, I think we have done well in acknowledging that we are entering the next part of our lives. But I don't think we will ever understand how much our lives are actually about to change.. until they do.
I've spent quite some time thinking about this; to be honest, I haven't stopped thinking about it since the day I clicked the 'submit' button on that online application. Still, I can't settle on any certain feelings or predictions of the future. This is exciting, sad, very scary, and altogether unclear. I am nervous out of my mind - so nervous that I refuse to believe those stupid university orientation guides that say things like "Don't worry about meeting new friends. Everyone is probably just as nervous and scared as you."
Right now, I am trying to pack and I think it's safe to say I'm
ridiculously underprepared. Or maybe it's just my anxiety about going
away to school that is bothering me. Or maybe it's both, in which case I'll
have to curse myself for being such an idiot.
For those who are moving away, I know how you feel and I sympathize. After much thought, I've come to the realization that once I move away I will lose the childhood life that I have always had in my home. The majority of my time lived in the next five years will be at university. So, in this case, which place do I call 'home'? The place where I will spend most of my time or the place where I have the most history? Either way, I will never be able to relive this life of carefree childhood in my house: the life I am about to say goodbye to. For those of you who are staying at home, eventually you'll move out of your parents' house. Maybe you can imagine how I feel.
Whatever your situation, eventually you grow up. And this is a little hypocritical, but I think we shouldn't be afraid. Jump straight in and go for it. You always come out alright, anyways. You're alive today, aren't you?
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| There's music on my site! 
Just leave this window open, sit back, and listen to all six songs. I'm sure you'll like it. I know I do.
"This summer I went swimming, this summer I might have drowned..."
I came on here to write about what has been happening with me since my last entry, but then I got lazy halfway through (in that last space between paragraphs, to be exact). Maybe I will later. | | |
| - God Of Wine
Well it's finally here, guys, and through all the disagreeable tests and end-of-year finalities that we have become so accustomed to, I am only reminded why halfway into the year we all wanted to ditch school. Certainly in our quest to find a proper ending to the past five years we've had plenty of opportunities--prom, grad dinner/dance, grad breakfast, and soon, the grad ceremony--but these could hardly ever sum up five years of memories, good and bad. Soon, it will be summer again. But, it will be our last and my only fear is that, like any prom or grad dinner/dance, no number of summer get-togethers could conclude these highschool years--if anything, they'll only present more memories that could potentially be forgetten once our new university lives begin. In fact, I'm afraid that I've already begun to forget. In five years, will I remember that on our first camping adventure, Joyce, Jon and I couldn't find something to watch and almost settled for X-files dvds? Or that I was inseparable from Chloe's flashing tiara on the night after a day of dangerous driving downtown? Or that in Japanese class, I was shunned by the teacher, allowing Ellie to reign as the new favourite? No, I probably won't remember. In five years, I will have forgotten and someone will have to remind me before I'll be able to recall any such event. And, I'll probably acknowledge it with some stupid, passive remark like "Oh, yeah." But, through time, do these memories lose their ability to move us? I don't think so--I think we just forget. Grade eight camp probably seems like a disarray of vague memories to you now, a simple reminder of how we were naive and young. But does time change the fact that we were nervous as hell yet anxious to meet new friends? Absolutely not. Nor should we let time make us forget that once we were so happy and comfortable in highschool. Now, however, it seems our enemy time is forcing us to move on and start the next part of our lives. So, I guess I'm asking you now to not forget. On Thursday night, or whenever you find yourself celebrating the end of highschool in the next two months, also celebrate every moment you've had in highschool because their memories may not be there the next time you try to remember. | | |
| http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oxztw0UgNJI
I know you've all been waiting for this!! 
"Anyon! Anyon! Anyon!" | | |
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