so i'm back. at ryerson. in residence. year 1.5. should be interesting. i think it's going to be different and scary and wonderful and new, and it could be better than the last one. i guess i shouldn't fall for any of the girls in my new class, although theres a decent chance i will. probably a good point, but maybe they'll all go......or have people waiting.............or go away somewhere far. i think it would be interesting to be far. i wanna go away, to like, italy, to rome. i may do that next year, just pickup and go. i need to discover things, i need to learn new things, i need to fall in love with something completely different, something that will stick around or something. something that could be flawless. i don't think theres anything without flaws though, really. sometimes i can't notice. sometimes they don't really matter. fuck. tonight we did a lot of damn bowls and saw garden state, which was wicked, cause it says everything i try to say but can't go zach braff. its a good movie, i'd definitely recommend it.

that movie really moved 2 of the people i went with. i'm omitting names, cause thats generally a good thing. it apparently hit home too much. they loved it, but there were some tears, which i found interesting, cause i didn't even think of it in that context. for those of you have seen it, i mean the plane thing at the end. the airport thing. it made them so sad. i guess i could see how that could happen.

does this even make any sense anymore?

i think it would be wonderful if i could fly or run really really fast or be invisible or telepathic or something. to be someting extraordinary.

i love love. i love the feeling of falling in love, or in like, or whatever term it is we used to classify that sorta stuff nowadays. its such a great feeling. i think thats hope. hope for what could be. joy at what could be. and so much could be. so much.

i'm going to see jimmy eat world on the 9th at the mod club

then jack johnson on the 10th

then matt good and the tragically hip on the 12th

and before that, hawksley workman on the 6th.

best couple of days ever.