I have found that maybe this will be more of a blog/journal/refuge for my ideas thoughts and my poor troubled mind.
Well guess what I'm a music student at a small university in a small maritime town, with a small regard for human rights!
Gawd I hate my school I've been good I don't drink, do drugs, party (cause I like my grades! I need to work to make them = Dean's list at Christmas) I work, I practise, I shut myself up with a book on a Saturday night...I live a sad and lonely existance ...wait not true! Nothing abot the school has made this year bareable for me...It was the people I've met. My RA who just plain Rox our 4 story, all girls, population 69 Rez. Christine the coolest shopaholic I've ever met. The 3am Tim Hortons runs (Tim's =the best damn coffee on the planet and it's open 24hours a day!)
The random boy who taught me to waltz on my first day of school, Luke, Brian and Josh the amazing Classical Guitar trio who just sit anyware and unknowingly sarinade the crowd. The Barax (another Rez on campus) crowd who taught me to really have fun.
And although the food sucks ass and most if not all my profs are Dickweeds. I've had the best and yet shityiest year of my life.
I can't wait for summer to travel and maybe someday I'll come back to visit my first and former University.