Several people have told me that the broadcasting program at Mount Royal College here in Calgary is really good. But do I really want to stick around for another 2-3 years?? That's the eternal question. Logic tells me that its probably a good idea but my heart and my gut tell me otherwise. I want to get the best education I can and start my career but I also want to be closer to my friends and my family. Calgary is very good to me and I am enjoying the time that I spend here but I don't see myself residing here permanently. Its just too far from the people I love. I guess I have some things to think about.
I've been feeling very melancholic today. Its a combination of ennui and snow. I could really use a visit from my dog right about now.
In other news, Blink 182 is back together and this is definitely very good news. Pretty sure they were and still are one of my favorites. I also found out that Russell Peters is going to be at the saddle dome sometime in June or July. I'm definitely willing to pay 100 dollars for this. The challenge will be finding someone else who is willing to dish out that much cash to accompany me.
I'm going to be taking a well needed trip to Edmonton soon. I haven't seen Carley since right before I thought I was going back to Ontario. For the first time in my life I'm not living paycheck to paycheck and I decided that I'm going to treat myself. I can't wait for this.
Rediscovering this song. Remembering how epic it was live.
"My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
sparkled with broken glass.
I'm back with scars to show.
Back with the streets I know.
Will never take me anywhere but here.
The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
the strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say "I wanted it this way"
wait for the year to drown.
Spring forward, fall back down.
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home."
