Harry Potter Soon.

Harry Potter, gotta love the idea.. I knew I was perfect, what about U!!

Week what is it

Well it is now, somewhere in the first month of my new life, and boy have I stirred the pot. I have wanted for so long to just clear the air , and deal with a few things that needed boot kicking, and I did, tonight. How that will all come out in the wash, I have no idea. Not even hazarding a guess, not even a hope. And I am all about the HOPE!! His face was shocked and I felt so juvenile, handing him this folded up letter, that I have folded into so many folds that it will take a week just to unfold, the folds. Maybe I did that on purpose, more denial. I told the truth, according to me. I guess that's really all that matters, is that when I lie down at night, can I sleep with what I did. With the things I said in that letter? I think so.
There was nothing hard, or strong about the words I used. I just put pen in hand, and hand to paper and let them fight it out. My heart and head, always seem secondary. I read what I write after I am done and sometime think, "Damn, did I say that!"" I will be so sorry if I have made an error, but the unknown, like life is short, undetermined and run by a bunch of Elves living under my stairs!!!

Thieving Bastards,, stay out of the cupboards!!

Two weeks

Well an update for those few people who actually read this crazy ass thing. Well I am in week two of my new life, and it seems to be going okay. I have been so busy that I haven't really had much time to think. Which in itself, is a good thing. Once I start to think about things, I tend to do something stupid, and screw things up.
Lately I have had some new things to think about, and it feels nice that I am thinking about other things, but at the same time, I feel quilty. Strange really, to feel happy, sad and quilty at the same time, But thats me for ya.
I have had some new feeling towards someone that I know, and I'm really not sure where to put them. Are they real, or is that I have been a basket case so much latley that things are hitting me differently. What those emotions are, they vary, anger, affection and a few others that would confuse even the smartess of readers.

I have been elected by my peers at school, to represent my fellow students at a meeting twice a year with industry photojournalists. I was honored. I have met two really great people, Brenna, from Kingston, she's unique and intellegent, I enjoy her company, and Brock, from Winnipeg(but we won't hold that against him) he's more sure of himself than anyone I have met in a long time, he has a light air to him that makes people feel comfortable. I am glad that I will have two years to get to know these folks, and that when I hit the world to work they will be collegues.

There are one or two people that I am in class with, that nothing short of a nuclear disaster would make us friends. Big blast... nothing small...
even then I think I would rather spend my time with the mutants that would rise from the ashes.
Anyway, Ihave to go, things to think about....