so i haven't really consistantly wrote in this thing in a long time. i think i want to start doing it more, as i want to be a writer, and to be a writer one must start writing. writing down thoughts, plots, ideas, and dreams. so this is what i will begin, starting off on a long journey. not worrying about commas, dots, and spots; run on sentances, spelling and other such attrocities. only the essence.

so what is the essence? these days it's passing time, trying to get organized, keep good relationships with the people i love, get fit, eat right, heal, etc. etc.

i will be starting york university on my birthday, september 7th, and i am taking super rad classes, with hopefully some super rad profs. this will be my third year of university, but my first year of exams, papers, and lectures. my first year of school i did independent studies at waterloo, which allowed me to run around doing activism, organizing workshops, conferences, protests, reading circles. i got to pick my own mentors, and it enabled me to have the time to work for tig as their educational program manager.

the summer came and i ran away to washington d.c. to chill with my family, and make beautiful colourful mosaics. then it was off to the west coast to meet up with friends and hit the road. we hitch hiked and train hopped from eugene oregon, all the way to san fransisco. from there i went home for a week and then was swept off again on the birthright program. from there, alberta, home, mexico, home. and now it's so good to be home.

but even in my home city, i still don't quite feel at home. it's taken this whole summer to get readjusted. people and places have changed. i don't know if i should be living at kimbercote in the country, or in the city. at home, or with my partner. right now i'm back and forth back and forth.

so now i'm at my rents, and i'm going to my partners, and then tomorrow i go off to kimbercote. always restless, always on the run.

no time

just movement.