Animate Suspension.

I want this text to be smaller.
I also don't want this page to be broken anymore.


Let's see what I can do.






I bought a bunch of Queens of the Stone Age tickets last night, in a spree of feverish spending to max out my credit card and ensure good times to be had.
May 13th, in the city of Halifax.
This is good news to me.

I'll give you more later.

Little Bits.

I don't have much to give today, just one thing in particular.

"We may be deceitful, wicked and unjust, we know it and
weep over it, we grieve over it; we torment and punish
ourselves more perhaps than that merciful Judge Who will
judge us and whose Name we know not. But we have
science, and by the means of it we shall find the truth and we
shall arrive at it consciously. Knowledge is higher than
feeling, the consciousness of life is higher than life. Science
will give us wisdom, wisdom will reveal the laws, and the
knowledge of the laws of happiness is higher than
happiness."

Click on it to read the entire narrative - it should link you to a .txt file.
I'm sure that everyone else has mistakenly uncovered some source of great inspiration, or something that they find immeasurable relation to. Likewise, I'm sure that going too long without such stimulation has just as negative an effect on everyone else, as it does yours truly.
This thing definitely does it for me, and I thought I'd share it.

For reals, I like this a lot.

FUCK.

Great Bounds.

This is late in coming, but who cares?

Welcome to Two-Thousand'N'Eight, friends.
I hope you all brought in the New Year well - celebrations were had in Hampshire once agan this year, at the good graces of Mr. Underhay. Some shitty weather did stay some who would otherwise have attended, though I think most enjoyed themselves, even in their absence.


There's something clean about January, I find. You can probably attribute it to the sudden determination people find to bring their New Year's resolutions to reality (if only for the first week or so), in combination with the escape from the demanding lifestyle of the holidays.
That, and the snow.
Not that the Island looks anything like that right now, thanks to the strangely warm weather we've had - but that's not the point.
Fresh starts are what you should get when you replace your calendars - second chances, even!
I don't have any resolutions - nothing concrete, anyway. Nothing I hope to atone for, though I know of a few apologies that could be made.
Most liberating, though, is that I don't have any plans.
(Directionless, you suggest? What's the difference from this time last year? Fuck off - Optimism.)


True enough, the University of Prince Edward Island decided that it could quite contently carry on it's practices sans-Shelvey; a decision which will surely illicit ridicule in the future. Personally speaking, I'm not entirely sure how anybody can do anything, without me around.

So, what will I do with all this free time? I've got a few ideas, but realization of most of them is unlikely. Such an example would be this, a new job I'm applying for. Hesitance is rampant - it's not something I feel I should set my hopes for too highly, for fear of further declination - once bitten, twice shy syndrome.
Many, I know, would take this opportunity to abash my qualms and riddle me with encouragement, though I'm steadfast in my neutrality.
don't commit.

On this, I'm sure, you'll hear more of.



There's more that's happening - like persuasive persistence and genealogical responsibilities - but that's another day.

I hope the New Year has started well for you, and that it continues in the same fashion.

FUCK.

Mouse Fuzz.

Man, I hate mouse fuzz.
Two or three times a month, I'll upturn my mouse and be greeted by the most disturbing collection of dust particles. Gross.
In fact, the dirt is so pressed, and so abundant, that it looks as if my mouse has little felt sliders. I won't start on the keyboard.


It's December. Half-past, if you're paying attention.
On this December day, who else is in the same position as yours truly? That is, how many of you are completely unprepared for Christmas, bitter at nature for turning cold, and fumbling to list the year's accomplishments - surely I did something noteworthy these past twelve months!
Perhaps not.
Looking back over Two-Thousand-Seven, there is this pervasive sensation that years from now, this will all seem very... precipitous.
Maybe this is a problem inherent with living in the present. With the vastness of the future in front of us, and the past already defined, how can now be anything but terrifying? It's like standing on a cliff. Exhilarating in it's own right, but it's nothing compared to the big jump to come.

Indigestion.

In short, I guess now will always have a feeling of anxiousness.



I'm still waiting on word from the University, as to my acceptance. Those of you with an ounce of intuition can probably make the connection between this paragraph and the last. I almost don't care anymore, I'd just like to know.
In theory, acceptance would probably do wonders for me, and should be my ultimate goal right now, given that I went through the trouble of applying. I won't lie - I am excited. Excited as much for the people, as I am for the study.

On the other hand, a decline would mean another chance to travel. How easy it would be to to turn that into a blessing? How difficult would it be to not fuck up this opportunity? Without UPEI, I would be without a plan until September, at the earliest.
It would be nice to think that some aspect of my personality - some restlessness would prevent me from squandering the whole time on-Island, fixing iPods.
It would be nice to think that I understood my own personality enough to know what I'd want to do.
Peru?


As you may or may not know, my roommate and everyone's friend - Mel - recently opened her letter of acceptance to Holland College's Culinary Institute. I most definitely think you should email the everliving fuck out of her with congratulations. (hip_chic9@hotmail.com)


That's enough for now - I'm going back to work.

FUCK.


Also, does anybody want to go to Mavor's in the next week or two? I've wanted to go for a couple years now, and haven't.
If you're up for it, my cell has minutes. 902.388.1457.


FUCKx2.

Snow.

It fucking snowed all over Canada!

Made some changes to the blog, and I'm just wondering how they are turning out.

On the left, that link to the "Calendar" should work, and has my Google Calendar embedded, so now all'y'all will know when I do and do not work.

Give me feedback.

FUCK.

iframes are evil as hell.

FUCKx2.

And hey, that "Nowhere" button, now brings you from the Calendar back to the blog. Next, I'm going to re-do the whole Navigation dealy on the left, and maybe make the blog archives accessible.

FUCKx3.