Welcome to the tragic kingdom

Apparently the United States now controls daylight as well.

Sanford Felmming must be real pissed in his grave.

I keep hearing your concern about my happiness...

I just read this article, that I found from this blog and it struck a chord for some reason. I don't think I even realized that blogging was a possible outlet for bigger and better things. Sure, I mean I knew that famous and influential people kept blogs, and I know that I personally read a few (though, admittedly, their gossip blogs, but that's on the DL. I have a reputation to keep...) but seriously? Blogging as a way to get your break? It seems so... I don't know.... Some random person internet lurking your personal thoughts as a way to find new talent and make money. I guess its a neat concept.

I have a site counter, that shows me the locations of the people who visit here, and based on those locations I can make educated guesses about who is looking at this and reading it, but I'm never really sure. Sometimes I get hits from far away, some times they're me checking the site several times a day. But that's also when I know its time to go do something else because its turning into an obsession.

I honestly don't know that I would have the dedication it takes to make blogging something that would eventually lead into a career. I frankly don't have all that much to say sometimes, or atleast enough relevant stuff that I think anybody else would possibly want to read or that I would possibly feel like sitting down and typing out.

I more than flirted with the journalism thing. I was in a three year relationship with it. A couple of times when I wrote my column for the local newspaper, I would get comments from people out in public about how much they enjoyed reading my writing. I will admit it was a total thrill. When I wrote my first one, family friends clipped it out and sent it to me in the mail with a note attached with words of encouragement. It was no Globe and Mail with millions of readers, but it was something. There is a definite rush having other people read your words, whether its in a small community newspaper, or through sometimes incoherent ramblings on the internet in the form of a bloc post.

Don't get me wrong. This is not to say that I suddenly want to be a journalist again. We were incompatible, we had to break up. But at the same time, I will not deny how much I actually like to write. That being said, I don't do it nearly enough. I use the excuse of time, when in reality, being a double major in English and history leaves little time or desire to write for fun. Or I guess so idlest. Even paper writing can be fun sometimes.... Well.. Seldom.. and only kinda when it happens.

Sometimes I will write something, pass it in, and then re-read it when I get it back and think to myself, "I actually wrote that? Wow.... That's kinda... smart..." and then other times I'm like, "I actually passed that in?? oooh...."

When I write really intensely, I don't think about it. It just flows out. Perhaps that's what some people would call a gift, to me that's how its always been. (and for the record, I don't think I'm a gifted writer) I never have to work very hard to get the words on to the page. Sure I get stuck sometimes, but its more like a mud hole than quicksand. But I also fond it enjoyable. There is an immense sense of satisfaction in seeing the word count increase and the pages fill. I guess that's the part I enjoy most of all about writing.

Writing for me has always just kind of been there, its what I have done, what I do, and what I will probably continue to do in the future. I've always joked that I was going to write a novel, or a book of some sort, and I guess I really do. But for now I am pretty content to sporadically post random shit like this for all the internet world to see.

* ps, ironically, my blog spell check, doesn't recognize the word "blog"

I'm the one who wants to be with you, deep inside i hope you feel it too

This weekend was a total mixed bag

It was a lot of fun, and it was also completely sober. This is pretty big in itself, as the last time I have a sober weekend is well... I don't remember. (har har)

This weekend I also completed another of what I like to call my "Hali Goals". Hali Goals being random things I want to do/experience in and around Halifax before I move away again. Thus far, I had only taken a ride to the Darkside on the Ferry. But then today (last night? I dunno) I went to the Ardmore for breakfast before I even saw my bed for the night. And in doing so, I brought my Hali Goal tally up to two. Other goals include: going to a show at the Marquee, Eating fries from Bud thr Spud and people watching for an afternoon on the wall in front of the library, power hour at the split crow (which will hopefully be accomplished on my birthday), sledding (or rolling) down Citadel Hill, farmers market at the Brewery, appearing in The Coast (i'm not going to get too choosey for this one, I'd settle for being fuzzy in a background picture...) and some other stuff that I'm sure will eventually come to me, but I can't think of right now.

And as mentioned, next Saturday is my birthday... get in touch with me if you want the details.. I think the Split Crow and also an all you can drink Brewery tour are just a few of the fun filled activities.

On the subject of birthdays, I do believe that a certain Kat Sanders is having one tomorrow, so a big happy birthday shout-out to her. Expect a phone call, but not a lobster.

Today has been a giant waste of time... I managed to do absolutely nothing and somehow find it to be almost 10pm. I have an exam tomorrow, but I am not very concerned about it. I suppose I should be. I usually do really well in the class the bomb the exam because I don't care. I think I do beter when I go into an exam knowing I have ground to make up, not lose. Where's the motivation in studying hard when you're sitting with an A+? Brag Brag Brag.... not intentionally though.

I should go see about my laundry....