...purr purr purr

Uh so -- Now that I actually HAVE time, I'm not *sure* what to do with it... -stares off into space-.

Disaster

So, I've been trying to study. Quite diligently too. I know that every piece of knowledge is valuable but some slip away...It's like trying to grab a huge pile of something and carry it away just in your arms. You run as fast as you can to store all of it away but some fall out in the process. Sigh. I don't feel panicked now, although, tomorrow I will probably be. What can you do really? Just have faith in yourself. I've learned that, during my time at school. To believe in your own capacity. Sure I've seen myself fail, but more often than not I've overcome, even if just by enough. And even more often, it's by way more than enough. I don't want to put my foot in my mouth just in case tomorrow I totally crash and burn. But I hope what I do today is enough for tomorrow. Enough to do more than okay.

Well...better stop complaining and start studying.

SOOO SCREWED FOR MY EXAMS OMFGGGGGGG

Almost

It's almost over but that's not a good thing. It means I'm running out of time, means I'm wasting time, means I'm just letting it slip away and then the tidal wave will come and there'll be nothing left for it but me and my wasted time. It'll fall and I'll crash but I'll have made it through only not as well as I could have.

Just finish. I just want to finish this last essay.

Time I

Can't believe what time it is. I just want to curl up in a ball and watch some good old tv. It feels like a rainy day...you know one of those rainy days where the world is quiet and the cars whisper to you softly as they pass by in the streets. You don't feel alive just a part of the mass, the world around you, slinking slowly through time.

But it's snowing.

blargggifargus!!!

Everything is white...black...grey in between.

Anyway I'm out.

splosion

I am having SO MUCH FCKIN PROBLEMS WITH THIS ESSAY. I've been sitting here all goddamn day and all I've written is a page.

Tidal Wave

I can feel the pressure building up over my shoulders. Streesss. It's going to be even worse cause I'm pmsing and I'm going to have my period when I have my two exams and my essay. But somehow I always pull through right? Somehow I always pull through...

x_x

The term isn't over yet. And here I am running out of steam already. All I have to do is finish this proposal and then I am basically free all weekend. If I can just do that I can take the break I want.

COME OONNNN DO THE PROPOSALLL!

Med Essay: Update

Okay so, original post was at 9.15 correct? Well, it is almost 1 and I have almost 2 pages done to show for these many hours that have past.

Oh.shit.

Not to mention that those 2 pages are an intro.

Wow.

HUNGRY.

Ok ok. Focus. So yeah...this is a first, I have sources all over the fucking place like seriously I have like 10 different sources open right now. And this is what I HATE. I absolutely hate it when sources get in the way. It's like...I'm not looking at what I want to look at. They're confusing. i mean, they give you more filler - more to work with. But I feel like they distract me from my POINT. And what is my point? Arm...okay, think of what mom said, just write, worry about it later. ok ok I think I can do that.

O_O

In Over My Head

Since I am supposed to submit a 10 page paper writing sample for grad school, I asked one of my profs if I could change our 6-8 page paper due tomorrow into a 10 page one and have her look at if for me so I could use it for grad school.

Well. So. Needless to say I haven't started the paper -- and I'll admit that when I wrote the proposal I was not really thinking *too* hard about my topic. It's been in the back of my mind for a while actually. And well...I only have today to write it. Interesting because I have never written a 10 page essay for any of my English classes so I'm not sure *why* I thought I could do it in a day.

...

Anyway I know what I have to do - get focused. I need to make my topic better, workable. (If I can........) It doesn't help that my 14 page paper is constantly coming into my head, like some foreboding event just on the horizon. But. Gotta stay focused.

URGHHH

Well, that pretty much sums it up.

Justifiability

So just because I want to say this somewhere and to no one in particular...

I know I'm lazy. I'm not sure if it's laziness or something else...well, recently I have been sick so. I guess that counts?

I know I should have done things a lot time ago. I know a lot of times I should be doing things but I don't. I'm not sure if it's being lazy or if it's just being stuck...unmotivated.

That's all I've got.

Kiss x Kiss

(title not at all related to this post)

Okay so major crunch time. Two essays due next week plus a proposal. Have to start a 14 paged essay due at the end of the month.

I just have this big, huge, headache. As if I were crying all day. Well I was crying today, but not all day. Really I just felt lonely...very lonely. For lots of reasons. I know a lot of the reasons are my own fault but...I can't say. I just have to accept that. This goes back to talking with L and telling her that I really have only two "friends" left. Because when I look at every friend I've lost so far and all those people who are supposed to be friends...they are not like, true friends. At first it hurt so much -- these people going away. And then I just stopped. It bothers me but not, like...well, now it's just a fact. It just happened. I've always been let down by people. My interpretation of friendship is too hardcore, I guess, for this world. For others.

Whatever...I've talked about all this stuff before. I just feel so stoic. So tired. For some reason I get teary eyed thinking of Blue and Tory. I can picture them standing in the road surveying the cold, grey landscape. Blue's eyes are crisp in contrast and Tory's hair is a flame of copper flaying in the wind. I don't know why they mean so much to me. Well maybe I do...but to the point where I actually miss them. Miss being in their world. I like drawing them. They are calm figures; they make me feel calm. They make me think of a true, calm friendship.

Ugly

Sometimes that's how I feel. Especially when I'm on my ass all day wasting my time where there are better things to do. Where is all the motivation of youth? And I'm not even that old yet wtf.

Wonder

Is my life a succession of un-happy days, marked by happy days? Hmmm...

-.-

Ughhh feeling sooo sick, tired, and grumpy. I have a midterm on Thursday for a class that I've !unintentionally! (I know hard to believe) missed 3 times. I always feel this immense amount of guilt...like especially when I think about how she must think (the prof) must think that I just don't like her class and am skipping out purposefully. She's a nice lady though...but not the best teacher...but that doesn't mean I'd skip just because...

Anyway I've just been feeling heavily anxious. I've quit work and yet still I don't feel like I can catch up. It's just like Ashling was saying last night that you just slop things together never really getting things done properly...and she is a way harder worker than I am! Yet I feel the same, always struggling to juggle everything and know as much as I can know...to me that's half-assing. So now that I've quit, I'm still half-assing? No...I don't know, maybe now I'm only 1/4 half-assing. I do see that I've put somewhat more time/energy into it. I *definitely* haven't missed as much school as I used to. Just last Thursday I came down with something and I haven't been able to shake it off...Comes in waves. Some days good some days bad. Luckily I managed to hand in 2 essays that were due yesterday...Felt so sweet. Wasn't up late into the night freaking out going omfg how am I going to finish this holy shit...No I finished at around 1pm and then spent the rest of the day resting trying to get better...(apparently failing). Just go away stupid almost cold! Doesn't help that I have my period...oh man I'm so sore everywhere.

*Whiiiiiiiiiiineeeeeeeeeeeeeee*

It must be fresh...

--I was smoking a precious cigg, watching as the smoke flew helplessly upwards, heavy, as if burdened by the cold. It was freezing, the earth stood still under a blazing sun whose heat failed to reach out and touch with warmth those dwelling beneath it. Only some privileged few were able to experience it in the South, way South, near the equator. Hands shaking, I imagined fantastical tropical beaches, like the ones you used to see in commercials, and then naked people dancing underneath the Sun – because, after all, who cared about PIGs when it was warm? To just be warm…I thought, was all I wanted, even if I knew it’d do me no good.
--We were waiting for Anthony, whom, like the Sun, shone his special sunlight onto people more privileged, or perhaps, more worth his time. I didn’t care, or really know; I had a feeling that if I had met Anthony without Tory…that if I had let her die that day back then that he would have probably liked me better. Even if I don’t think I would have liked him. And the Sun would shine on me; I would sit in with the others around a fire, drink, and tell stories…
--Instead I was freezing outside on what I had heard Carter’s people call a Decepsun day, trying not to stare into Tory’s blindfold hoping for some response. But I couldn't help it, I couldn’t help but shake and suck on my cigg and watch Tory from the corner of my eyes hoping to see a smile, a tint of emotion. She was like a frozen torch, her lit up hair stagnant on the tip of layers of brown and green, mismatched clothes. I myself preferred black, leather especially, even if I was a little cold; or a lot cold.
--Her chapped lips opened. “Here he comes,” she mumbled for my sake, but I caught the grin on the tips of her lips. I nodded, knowing, damn, that she couldn’t see it, and waited for another minute or two before the door swung open and out stepped another that preferred black. But he dressed warm, prepared for even just this little private meeting; a familiar black scarf wrapped around his neck. Only thing that got me curious was the addition of a backpack that looked packed and ready to go.
--“Good morning,” he said in his usual, formal-ass tone.
--“Sup’,” I replied with a nod of the head.
--“Good morning,” Tory mumbled dutifully.
--“I will cut to the chase because it’s cold. I’m doing something a little different today – it’s going to be like before. Not Before. I mean before everyone else got here. I’m going to go out with you two to see personally how Tory is progressing.”
I couldn’t help but cock a brow and loosen my hold on my cigg. “I’m sorry, so, you’re leaving the school to them?”
--Anthony smoothly replied, “You don’t trust them?”
--Maybe. “No, you can never trust anyone, but, it’s your choice, man.”
--There was a moment of silence where I’m very sure Anthony was contemplating his decision. But he nodded, as if it was the thing to do, and turned to knock on the heavy school doors twice. There was movement and loud creaking – the doors were locked up tight. The noises had sent goose bumps over my skin, and for a brief awfully frightening moment I thought of long brown-black hair and amber, almost devilish eyes. Tamiko – would she cause any trouble? But I checked myself, knowing that she could make it happen with or without Anthony there to stop her. As we turned to go, though, I couldn’t help looking back at the face of the school, taking another long puff of my cigg. Why was I so anxious? My skin tingled when I thought again of her smile, hidden by the cold concrete of the school. Shrugging my shoulders as if pushing off the feeling, I looked forward into the Decepsun day, the blue sky familiar in its harshness. If I never saw her again, I thought, it would be for the best; she was a dangerous and unnecessary distraction.

Wow

I just saw this tab called "stats" and apparently it shows you the number of page views you receive -- even shows from which countries people are viewing from, including the browsers and operating system.

Wow.

And apparently, most of my viewer ship comes from the US?? Then it's the United Kingdom, then...Canada. Not sure...what to think now. I assume though that it's like, randos dropping by as they click "random blog" or whatever. But what does this mean...?

The post that apparently got more than 100 page views was one about summer clothes...mmm Summer. How I miss you so.

So to all my American audience...STFU!! Haha joking - ? But no, thanks to all my fans!!! *waves in front of no one*...

Silence, darkness, an expansive gulf that stares right back at you...

Really

hating school right now. And that's all I ever bitch about here...but it's because I'm usually doing research or typing something up, and getting annoyed, and need somewhere to vent (easy access viola). I know I always pull through someone - HOW? HOW??? But I am so angry before that, just like, why prof, why? Are you serious? ARE YOU SERIOUS? -eye twitch-. I need to get GOING on grad school like ASAPEWR{Q@E$~!#. ...Sorry. Unnecessary anger that's for sure.

Stupid reading responses, they should all be like, oh I thought this and that. But noooouuu I need to "engage" in the text. =( Blah!! Blah! Engggaage....I haven't READ the text.

oh laughter. oh lawls.

Don't Look Back

But I do, I always do. And I'm filled with regret, rage, and hurt, but a veil of indifference covers it all. I'm too sentimental, I guess, and I'm living in the clouds. What can I do but what I've always done? Take one step forward, forgetting all the betrayals, the mistakes, the decisions I've had to make, and yet carrying them with me on my back while the rest of the world revolves without a care.

I sound pessimistic, upset, even, but I'm not really. For those brief moments when I peeked into someone else's life I was angry and sad all at once, but now that I'm looking away I'm fine again. Betrayal? What is it anyway? Life isn't like Alanna's, although I wish it were. Isn't it so easy to make sense of life in a novel?

and

In a single moment, suddenly I am calm and confident. Where did it come from? And will it last?

Another Essay Rant

I just needed somewhere to go WTF!!! I mean...I *GET* everything he's saying...but he's saying SO MUCH! There's too much information and I'm not exactly sure what I'm writing about here.

I guess I should just...begin? See how it goes? I don't know....


A suspicion of meta-narratives...
The loss of transcendence...


I should use WiiFit.

Untilted Because

I have too much to say and too little room to say it. I can't believe it's true, but it is. I could like, talk about so much and add a trillion quotations, not only primary but secondary. But no...but...no.

again and for the same reasons

Soooooo this one is hard to start. I'm just not sure where I'm going with it - uninspired, I guess? Perhaps it's because I don't understand the question well enough...I don't know. But I guess at this point i have to just go with it =(..........................sigh

This Strange Case...

Yeah so, as you can see I'm back again to b!tch about essay writing. This time it's R.L Stevenson's Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It's funny because I'm doing a lot of "research" on the double-self, but in all of this I feel like I don't really have a dual self --- OR DO I?

Maybe that's the issue, the paranoia...perhaps there is something deep down, something I suppress - something we ALL suppress. A darkness that daily is the opposition to all of our decisions, that from moment to moment we must say "no" or "yes" to. But I suppose I would define this as the product of a CONSCIENCE, or as Freud has taught us, the difference between the ID and the Superego. The duality that we feel is merely raw emotions and desires before it gets buffered by everything we are taught by society on being a "good" individual. Thus the split: we are shamefully aware of our initial desires that seem to stem from something unnatural, something that we intuitively define as the self but not.

OOOOOh I think I might use this for my essay! hahaha Well seems like it IS good to free-write just to get my thoughts down.

I WANNA DO SUMMER STUFF! But for the next week or two I'm stuck with essays. AH well, August is free, free, FREE!

Feeling good. Till next time.

You again...?

Just don't feel liked/likable.

Self-criticism? Or just a general observation?

It's been a long time....

But I really don't even know why I write here. I realize with a sense of dread that the Internet can hardly preserve my thoughts/words/feelings. Paper is the surest thing for that - paper makes it real doesn't it? Here, it doesn't really exist - unless read by someone else, of course - but paper doesn't need to be read because at least it's there, in the physical realm. What am I saying? Am I dreading my insignificance? But I wont write on paper because I'm here now and here is easier...more convenient. Plus I type better than I write...(yes I am a part of that generation). And on I go...

I was thinking of applying for the creative writing course at my school, but the admission process requires me to risk a 5th course that I need to graduate. As much as I like the idea, I do not want to come back for a summer term just because I didn't get accepted into the class. So that's that. I guess it's up to me to develop my skills...which, I haven't even been. As can be clearly seen I haven't even been doing my random poems.

15 mins until I sign up for my courses -breath- it always makes me nervous because I guarantee that EVERY time there's going to be a OH SHIT moment where doom seems to hang over me. And since this is my last year if it screws up in any way anything can be jeopardized...

Dammit I can't spell. How can an English Specialist NOT spell? I'm going to be owned in grad school if they care that much about spelling cause seriously...

What am I?
Am I the word,
The voice,
Or the body?
Is what I write me,
Or what I read?
Or is it what's inside,
Where no one can see?

Who am I,
But the things I say,
But the art I make?
And what is art
But an expression
Of me and mine?

This sucks.....what's happening to me.

still sick

nuff said

Ahh...

Struggling not to be down...but it's hard. I guess mostly, just accepting that I've done all I can do. Why am I sick? I feel frustrated but at the same time falling into lethargic. I'm told not to care about what everyone thinks, but when you're a part of a community and they begin to push you out, it's hard not to. I don't feel a part of work anymore, I feel disconnected. On one hand, it hurts, on the other, I'm like okay whatever, it's work so...who cares? It's hard to find a balance, and I'm not sure which way is the best to lean towards. I can't believe I got sick so suddenly, and this one is pretty bad. Throat infection I think? I just keep feeling like I'm letting people down.


I don't know does it really matter? Sometimes I suspect my work wishes I quit. I think I'm just a waste of space for now. It's hard to confront that. I want to fit in somewhere, but how? But where? It's hard to know a whole group of people is looking at you and going...seriously? Cause I know, I've seen it happen to other people. It's not that I don;t WANT to go. I do.

What can I do right? Just gotta chill. Relax. Stop being so anxious. -.-

Essays over

And now I must prepare for the exams. OMFG I'm so screwed. The only one I think I'll do OK for is Med Lit. Love that class. Mostly because I followed it pretty well...

Damn you myth and dystopia! I am sooo going to fail. I guess at least I wont fail the classes. =.='''

Again

Nothing concise. All copy and pasted from various sources, my own words sandwiched in between. A collaboration of thoughts collaborated from others' thoughts into eight pages of nonsense.

This is what I do.

Hm

Mom just went away in an ambulance. She's okay I think - maybe kidney stones? I still have to do that essay. Feel a little shaken up. It's always hard to be stronger than your parents, to see them weak and suffering. I just always suck it in and try my best.

Wish me luck

a lot of time was spent thinking...thinking...thinking...staring at the screen and reading and thinking and accumulating and now my eyes hurt and my brain feels dry and although i'm peering through that crack my eye is wobbling and flexing, struggling to see straight

Wow

I feel like I've been banging my head up against a wall for hours upon painstaking hours with no success until now. Suddenly, a crack was formed and peering beyond I see the future, the future so which was once so impossible to reach now close and graspable. How did it happen? I don't know. But I feel more calm despite my headache. Despite wrapping and folding, turning and mixing, fluxing and joining together themes, ideas, that somehow fit together but not in the way I want.

And yet here again I am!

ta-ta

Back

Soo I'm back to bitch about having to write a paper again. I wish I could just easily *write* it, but there's something inside me that's just like cringing at the idea. I don't want to. Plain and simple. No. Don't want to write. Can't make me. It's like I have a five yr old child inside me who refuses to do something.

I'm not five though and I'm aware of this. So even if it's pure fantastic shit I should just do it and shut my trap and not complain right?

I wish I could do rather than just say. But being here doesn't help so off I go...

truth

no no! It's not true! I have nothing, don't I? Nothing!

Why am I so self-destructive? What am I doing to myself? If someone told me of this, of me, I'd say "Dude you worry too much. Don't sweat it." But when it comes to me I'm so self-inflicting. There's so many ways to damage ones self and I do it emotionally. I abuse myself!

But this is just evidence that I take it too seriously.

Slacker. No good. Worth nothing.

See see. It pops up again!

Why did you even pay for school if you don't even attend??

I do what I have to do to survive! It's a working system so screw you!

It works but it makes you look bad!

Who cares? What difference will it make? I expect professors to treat me professionally and grade me on what I can dish out not my lack of attendance. That's what participation marks are for! I can't help it if I'm a genius that doesn't need to go to class. PSHHHAA!

Anyway this is me being more eccentric rather than having a mental break down. I just need my latter voice to speak up more. Otherwise, the self-destructive one is there.

The point is survival.

ahhhhhhhhhhhh

That was a horrible "ahhh"...not very heart felt. Have I mentioned that I HATE doing research? I believe I have. I hold the "seeds" of an interesting essay but I can't bring myself to tend and grow them. It's so much WORK. Doesn't that sound lazy? Like really lazy? I don't know if that is really the issue here. Perhaps a small part...thinking about all the work. That's not really IT though. I feel like I step in one direction and I want to back track and explore the other direction. And before I know it I've explored so many different directions that I've run out of time.

"Just write!" someone screams, "add the details later!"

But but but but BUT WHAT DO I WRITE?

What. That is the huge question there. It's not that I can write one thing but it's writing 8 pages of things while tossing in quotes here and there that gets me. Omfg. Hyeah. I'm panicking!! ARGHH. WAHZ. No, it's not like it's due tomorrow. Oh my god I'm so proud of myself for that. But still...can I will, I? Can I will myself to?

It's all almost over. Then exams. Then summer school. Then rinse, repeat cycle. So not really almost over. I'm an eternal student. In fact, I can't imagine myself NOT being in school. What will I do when I'm not in school? I like learning...actually. I like learning about English...stuff. Even though I'm prob not the best for this crap...

Sigh what am I doing. I haven't even hit a wall yet because I haven't started. :< .........................Sometimes I feel like. It all amounts to nothing. Sometimes, it makes me sad. Other times, I sit on my couch next to kitty and I feel so comfortable and warm and don't care that I'll never accomplish anything.

I'm talented. So what?

hello there

Well, the time has come. An 8 page paper, and there's more to come. So, surprised? Here I am!! Just to..complain and waste time. Wah. Wah wah. Well I did this to myself didn't I?

Hmmz...well got nothing to say.......

dunno

Don't know why I'm writing here. Still wish I could find my diary, but it's stacked in a box....blah blah.

I've been feeling so apathetic lately, and have lost touch with the world. If I get emails or messages or w/e, I don't really respond anymore. Even though I should, even though I know I should.

I guess really I'm just sick...and it's hard to keep track and email people. I just want to sleep. I've been so moody/cranky lately. I guess b/c I'm getting antsy and I want to be able to go to school. Yeah I actually do. I'm feeling so much anxiety because I don;t know where I stand and I don't know if I'll make it this semester.

Anyway what does it matter. Gotta finish a presentation for tomorrow.

just for this...

Just wanted to write somewhere. Feeling like I've come down with something. =.= Ugh, but otherwise, in good spirits despite having done NOTHING for reading week. Goals for today are to finish my essay...hopefully.

Today am going to a wedding shower tho...but I guess it wont be for long.

A lot of times I wonder about popular culture; sometimes it can be fun but most of the time it disgusts me. For example, at first I was so turned off by Harry Potter, but actually, after seeing the movies (which I know were horrible) I began to see the attraction to it. I know she "ripped off" a lot of genres/people, but, at the same time - don't we all kinda? The presentation was still pretty original, at least for American standards. Also, despite having issues, the stories are enjoyable and not purely smut - there's a lot of thought that goes into it. Despite not really being a "fan" of Harry Potter, I grew to respect and appreciate it.

Versus. Twilight, of course, which I'm sure I don't even need to rant about.

I just don't understand it - things so blatantly bad but raved by many people. I don't know. Perhaps I've become too elitist as an ENG major?

Anyway I gotta get ready for the shower. Later.

Same Old Tune - Eurydice

Forward is the brightest light I have ever seen,
The deepest love I have ever felt.
Each step is one through shrouds of darkness
And every breath my heart pumps one more beat.
Ahead in the horizon is a safe haven,
His back a shelter from the cold.
But oh, when he stops, I freeze within.
When he turns back, his eyes ablaze
With the light from beyond, I
Am caught in that gaze like a image
In a photograph, trapped and consumed,
Thrust back and back into death and
Forever cast into the darkness.

I no longer exist but in his mind.

Making a Come Back for the New Year

Hello 2010!

Let's see, right now, I should be preparing presentation notes for my Medieval Lit class at 5pm, but instead, I am here here here!

Just need to scribble down some thoughts. I've been meaning to do my whole "IT'S 2010!!!" thing but I cannot, for the life of me, find my diary.

I say this honestly, it's killing me a little. My dairy is where all my overflowing feelings reside, private feelings that can't sit here on the web. Emotions that need to be pressed with ink into thick, rich paper; immortal paper, I hope.

To me the web isn't immortal. I picture in the future there will be a large scavenger hunt to find precious pieces of digital thought, lost in the endless sea of information that is the Internet. This of course will become necessary in a time where regulations will increase, and a need to delete millions and millions of old information will become essential. Do I want my words to be lost into the abyss? No, I want them firmly imprinted on paper, stuck between pages of a book that I can physically safe-guard with my own two hands.

Where...is my diary? *twitches*

Well, putting that aside, I've been experiencing a spell of -happiness!- broken up with dimming thoughts of anxiety and...mundaneness. I mean now, that's how I'm feeling. What's keeping me bright is this HOLY SHIT good weather. Fabulous weather! I'm sorry England but you guys can SUCK IT! How does it feel? huh? HUH?

All teasing aside, I'm REALLY enjoying this. But I keep feeling the intensely looming presence of Feb., as if there is this snow-cloud looming on the horizon waiting to drop a huge snow-bomb on us. Ugh, paranoia, and yet, according to the commercial world the "winter fashion season" is OUT and spring clothes are in. Since when, really? Isn't it a bit too early to celebrate? Come March, I will still be looking over my shoulder for intense snow fall and -30 degree weather. I can't help it - I'm Torontonian.

As for myself, I feel that 2010 has brought a whole new "me" about. I feel much more sure, much more...confident, in this odd way I've never felt before. It's hard to describe. Perhaps, I'm worrying much? I have more confidence in my abilities? And less and less have I been complaining. One step forward, always, never look back and never try peering too closely into the distance, it'll only trip you up.

I got not much else to say...really, I should be finishing this stuff up.

Been reading 1984 for my Dystopia class, btw. And I gotta say, all this talk of Dystopia has been getting me a little down. Thinking too closely about politics is just so depressing. Let alone about the manipulation of the (un)consciousness by "them" - whose them? - by us, isn't it?

Anyway, I got nothing artistic to "peace out" with. So I'll catch you around.

Peace