Mothershabooboo

Well there goes the summer. Each time I wanted to update this journal I would only have angsty and emo things to write about, and I really didn't want to write that. I figured there have been enough of that going around this journal (even though that's the primary reason why I set up this journal) and I was getting sick of it. "Oh woe is me, I'm alone." That's pritty much all I ever write here, and I wasn't going to add on any more. So why am I updating this now? Well my school year starts up next week, and my orientation starts tomorrow. I've had this on going thought over the past few months, and I think I'm ready to write it out. I know o

While planing for my future in highschool, I had one objective: Stay as far away from math as I could. When I was thinking about what to study, one thing came to mind: What could I study that would keep me away from numbers? The more I thought about this, the more I realized that numbers are all around us, no matter the subject. The only thing that I could think that didn't have numbers was the arts. I had taken theater all through highschool (even taking grade 11 drama in grade 10 when there was no grade 10 drama). But I soon came to realize that a career in the theatrics is next to impossible to make a living off of, so another shift must t

I'm begining to think that Love as we've come to understand it is alot like our concept of Santa Clause. To deny the existance of either is ludicris at this point, but to see that it's what it's all cracked up to be is even more ludicris. The spirit of Santa exists, at christmas, we see him everywhere. Children believe in him whole heartedly, swear by his exsistance. As Children, even the smartest and quickest children have at least one christmas were they know the presents put under the tree were put there by a fat man from a flying sliegh who came down their chimney, even if it is only one moment. Santa is everywhere: we see him in the Ma