So 2 years later I was done high school, I just graduated, which was the best moment of my high school moments and I had never been more happy then I was there and then (even though I was late because I went bridge jumping with a car full of high school boys in my undies;
- for those of you who are not aware of this phenomenon, bridge jumping is what you do when you live in the sticks and as a form of entertainment you gather a bunch of friends, you have had your whole life in to the back of their parents car, drive all around the outskirts of town looking for old bridges, during the middle of the day, and strip down to your undies and jump; this later evolved in College to the Damn jumping escapades- which were an even worse idea.

I decided to go to University- my first year ended up being a wash- I drank partied, hard and had a total disregard for school. I eventually and that was the end of University

This going somewhere I swear

So this past summer I turned 25, which to me is a bit of a mile stone (to others probably not), but turning 25 has had some weird side effects, well it may not be the turning 25, it may have more to do with I finally graduated. I graduated after attending post secondary school for 7 years, in a row, straight out of high school.

So I ll lay down the background that made up the decisions I have made so far... and I ll try and make it quick, I swear
I decided in high school, when I was 16, that I was going to be an artist, the starving artist was such a romantic idea. Who wouldn't want to lead the life of a tortured soul, you is compelled to expose their vulnerability to the world, live for what they do, make no money, dress like their homeless, but the romantic idea here that despite all that, you are forging your own destiny, doing what you want, you are your own boss, and some day you may make it.

For some kids, they wanted to be doctors or lawyers or mothers, I wanted to do my own thing, be confident, not care what others thought, make my own path, and to fuck with the Norms. Money was the last thing on my mind, I never had a care about, how expensive my outfit was, the appearance of my accommodations (as long as its clean), as long as I had the basics I would be perfectly fine. Some times I wonder if it's because I have a weird connotation for things- I make up my own ideologies- if you rich, your unhappy, vein and cold; ect. I have a million, which I know may be weird but at least I am aware they exist in my mind.

I meet with my high school guidance councilor, they suggested Ryerson and The craft College- I wanted to be a fashion designer, which when I look back on it know is hilarious, I was probably the moat un-fashionable person you would ever meet. Age five I would go to school in my rubber boots, tights, bicycle shorts and a dress; which I eventually evolved into waring the most outlandish shit you ever saw- I acquired an old high school cheerleaders uniform from the 50's, you better believe I accessorized that lime green bitch and wore the hell out of it - I eventually went as far as to cut up an old house coat and wore it as a dress to school ( Which I am sure embarrassed the hell out of my parents)

Another blog another day

SO I am writing this is my new blog, my 4th

- One I have with my best lady friends
- One was a school project, which I never took down or really have anything to say about its content as its all based on media theology, no longer an interest of mine
- One I started so I could rant about all the shit that bothers me, politically, ethically and basically a rebuttal to subjects that I have taken in school such as IDS- International development studies and white collar crimes (2 of the best class's I have taken they really opened my eyes to the world around me, which I admit I lead a very sheltered life and I guess I was in denial)
- The new I am writing is for my own personal sanity. I don;t really expect anyone to read it, which is fine, and if someone does that is fine as well. This is basically a forum to get things off my chest or my head may explode.

PS. I think it's pretty obvious I love to write, and I work shit out by writing it down or I would never be a productive person, I would just contemplate all day, which is fine if you want to be a sheltered hermit, but I am trying to steer clear of that life style.