flying

last night, i was looking at the big world map that i have on my wall, and i realized something...


















Ghana is really far away.

new

un autre fois

bibliothéque encore. sa fait trois fois maintenant. je cais te parler en français seulement pour mel. mel ma belle. tu te manques ma petite.
cetter weekend sera mon anniversaire aver mon petit amie, et je ne said pas quoi faire. les cadeaux sont tellement typiques, et je n'ai pas d'argent pour se dépenser.
qu'est ce que je vais faire alors?
je veux changer ma place d'éducation. l'université de guelph est fantastique, mais je veux etre plus proche a mes amies. surtout plus proche avec melissa. mais l'année prochaine elle va etre en ghana. alors je serais seule encore.
qu'est ce que je vais faire?
je ne sais pas quoi faire. c'est un phrase que je dis plusieurs fois chaque journée, mais aujourd'hui, je le jure que ce sont mest exacts émotions.

bibliothéque point deux

I wonder is this is going to become a tuesday ritual. Eating gross food in the library waiting for class to begin. Cause as of right now, it sucks.
I long for the comforts of home. For a real home to myself, where I get to chose with whom I want to share it with. I am constantly thinking about what I want for a house one day, and I wish that it were feasable right now. I'm sick of throwing so much money away on renting, when you don't really get anything out of it. This system is lame, and I'm slowly becoming the same as a result of it.
Making this silly sculpture that I had to over the weekend made me realize how much creativiy is really lost in this system. Not just the rental system, but the worldly system in general. Man has created so many things to supposedly make things easier for human survival. Yet so much more has been created out of luxury, not mere survival. I know that this is a typical rant for someone who is slowly beginning to hate the world and most things that it is made up of, but I really believe it too. This world sucks, and living in the luxuries that I've begun to get accustomed to isn't helping. I want to live simpler, and with less things. I have so much stuff that I own, that I really don't need. But I still have a longing for my room to look rad, or to dress less plainly, so it is hard to escape.
(p.s. the quiet section of the library sucks when there's people who have signed out a room to where you're working and they won't keep the door closed..I don't need to hear a lecture that I haven't signed up for!)
I don't know what to do anymore!

And I want to be able to share things, write something neat, intriguing, not boring like the above.. yet nothing ever happens here. Nothing.
But how much happens at home?







I miss mel. Alot.

for my Em.

do you ever worry that she is going to corrupt him?
for some reason right now, i think about it lots.