I'm bored, I want out.  Canada, I'll always love you, but how can I know if I'm in love with you anymore?  Aw baby, don't take it personal like.  We were always so different.

Hey everybody, I'm done university. Finally!

The best part of moving is finding all the old notes, zines, concert ticket stubs, crumpled photographs and comics that you'd forgotten about.

The rest totally sucks.

Apparently, my mom's prayer brigade is praying for me. And she actually has a brigade. Is having to move that big of a deal?

Just some journal-spring-cleaning I've been meaning to get around to.