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