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update, you say?
hells yes!

soooo. it's april 25 2008. i am 18 years old. that's a year older than when we last met, deviantart journal.

my magic box of high school is almost empty. it only has two months left in it. next week is my literary arts SOIREE. i don't know who the hell invented that shit but it's whack and i hate it. i have to talk--i have to READ my WRITING--in front of what seems like most of the world. i am not at all looking forward to it, especially considering my concept piece (a hellish 40-page hairball of "my best writing") is nowhere near being writ. and i'll play nostradamus (sans quatrains) here for a second and promise you that it'll be a negative 5 on the quality scale. that fact in itself has paralysed me to the point of being unable to write. you see why i never get things done?

i accepted carleton's offer for a combined honours ba in linguistics and psychology. i tell people i want to be a speech pathologist. i really have no idea what i'll do. my teacher wants me to be an intellectual. nobody fucking gets paid for that. and if you do you need a memorable name like noam chomsky or morris halle. it probably helps to be jewish, too. and a man. my psychologist says she can't see me not getting a ph.d. all this is exactly what i don't want to hear. because if i get there and i decide i fucking hate university, i'm screwed. i think that's when i can finally employ my good old move-to-the-hippie-commune plan b. that sounds like it'll work. i think i'm covered.

oh, and i'm totally doing bluesfest again. no kanye this year. instead, it's fergie. did they invent this festival for me!? possibly. i can't wait for the crunkdom. this year's lineup isn't as good as last's, but there are some great acts and i'm stoked. taj mahal is back, blind boys of alabama are there, there's feist, plants and animals, metric (as usual), most serene republic, stars, jetplanes of abraham, canned heat... it'll be pretty chill.

so i'm still alive and i hope you all are too.

if you have any amazing ideas for writing centred around the concept of providence, hit me up. i know it's on everyone's mind.

love, hearts, heart chambers
han