Brian Beckett is my hero.

I would just like to make it very known that yes, I saw Brian's blog and I was like hey, that's what I should do instead of whine to individuals that might not want to hear what I say, but instead post it all online where nobody would ever see it. You know?

Yeah so I was saying, it's a shame that rats aren't big enough to ride around on. Well, I guess Ganesh managed, but he's a god with an elephant head so I don't know. If you're wondering why I think it's a shame we can't ride rats, I meant specifically ride rats in the desert - because they last longer without water than camels. Now that's pretty damn cool.

Hmm... I get to fly to New York on the A380. Pretty cool. Big plane. Kinda heavy. That frightens me. Cha cha cha.

I've been watching Scrubs fiendishly. I've read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in the past 12 days, and I've started on Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (skipped Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix because Harry's much to pubescent in that one). My life is the epitome of sad.

I miss Montreal. I don't know if I'm ready to start studying again, but I'm ready to be back in Montreal. When I got there last year, I took advantage of the fact that it was as beautiful as it was. I didn't realize that the fall weather doesn't last. I didn't spend as much time outside as I should have. After the long winter, and the hellish summer, I'm ready to appreciate what I missed on my first try. I'm not ready to go back to school but I'll get there. I'm ready to do better. I'm ready to be with smart people that I get along with. I'm ready to move on. I think when I left last year I felt like I still had something here. I wasn't prepared to give everything and commit myself fully to my life there. After returning I realized that this place is no longer my home. It is no longer attractive. It's a city built on slavery, greed, and injustice. I don't want any part of that.

I've got one more day here, and I can't wait to get out. I haven't packed yet and I'm trying to put it off till the last minute because I feel like once I pack I won't be able to bear being here at all. I'll feel like I've done everything that I can and that it's time to go and that last bit of time will feel like forever.

I want to break free.
I'm ready to give it my all.