So...

I am two months away from graduation. Now being as old as I am it may seem like this is a hint that I should grow up.

Nothin' doin.

I WILL however have to get a "grown up" job.

I've been looking around Winnipeg and it seems like it's a dry market for someone with two bachelor degrees in ridiculously different subjects. What is a person to do?

Basically, I want to use my B.Env.D. in the City Planning stream and use my B.C.Sc as a suppliment to it, rather than a main focus. Now that may not make too much sense, so lemme put it this way.

"I wanna use a computer to do planning work, I do not want to be the IT guy in a planning office".

I'm still looking around Winnipeg, but I may have to look elsewhere. Basically, I've been told that I can get a job in Calgary as some sort of planning troll, since a classmate's mother works in the planning office there. Now I have to ask... do I want to go to Calgary?

Meh, I have no idea why I'm whining on the blog, this is supposed to be a place where we all come together and catch up. So, pretend this is me just telling you what is up for now. I'll get back to posting lame youtube videos in the near future.

ps: remind me to start writing papers earlier in the night.

Why, hello there.

So if you haven't noticed, you will now. We gots a new member! (see below)

Siamese Dream.

So we either gots a cat that dreams in blog posts or an ancient pre-thailand person.
And by ancient, I mean before 1939 or between 1945 - 1949.
Either way, attention will be craved, so if you play your cards right, you might get a treat (wink wink)
Aha, old people. (they talk a lot in lucid rambles)

Ok. I don't know what i'm going on about but I shall continue my rambling diatribe.

You'll notice above that the useless clocks are gone.
Good riddance I say!
Also, if you haven't done so already, you'll have to switch your blogger account over to a Google Account to post on the blog.
I was holding off on switching myself, but I have been forced to now and as admin, that forces you all to do so as well.

Suckas!

It's simple tho. You just sign in and follow the directions and then, tada!
I've been wanting to switch stuff up on the page, so any suggestions or ideas for the site can go in the comments. (colour scheme, etc)

If you haven't been to the King's Head to eat some grub yet, you really should go. They even got new tables and new cushions on the chairs!
And boy, that Khanuja burger is wicked. (As is the roti)

Let's see.... anything else......?
Ah yes.

Happy Chinese New Year!

What you guys do to celebrate the occasion?

Also.... Columbine...

Who's read this?

http://www.wired.com/news/culture/0,72491-0.html

Internet Impressions.

Since I've killed the blog (already ailing) with my last post, it is my duty to revive it. But at the same time I have so very little to say, or at least nothing I want to mention at this point. So instead I'll talk about my new virtual fear, anxiety and object of loathing.

Facebook...

Yes, it's me being me again. I never grew out of my high school pessimism, it's in my character. However this high schoolness of which I speak has come flooding back as people ask to be my virtual friends over this virtual album that is, all in all, so heart-warming and such a good idea! You can keep in touch with anyone! What it brings to the forefront, however, is life's clinging irrelevance and the subsequent contingency of the relation of individuals to myself.

Anyway... it's not like I don't find a source of pleasure in seeing what old familiar faces are doing. It's just the shock treatment that comes from seeing these faces. It's the unfamiliar lives they lead, the complete separation. It's no longer removed by being heard from a friend of a friend. We don't actually have to talk to friends.

So.... I kind of changed settings, pressed buttons. I think I may have send out a lot of invitations to people I really don't need to send out invitations too. I was horrified. I was panicked. I logged off. I told people I went to bible camp with them. I claimed to be some woman's parent. I realized, this place is not for me....

All those impressions being made I'm leaving a post of another grad's art project. She made smocks for us and took pictures of us in our studios.... an institutional commentary. You'll get a sense of our insulated captivity.