The End

I decided to switch over to blogger. Let's subscribe to beliefs, and believe that there is no need to create your own html every time when you could just get blogger to do it for you faster. I sold my soul for this blog, or at least any licence to my creative output.

So, exams are done and I've flown off to pristine, mill-ruled (at least by scent) Prince George, to visit my sister, her love Stewart, and my Mum. Today I slept in, ate good food, went to Meow, a CD place, and Value Village (my new pink sweater with a poodle on it is the best!). And my new beige hat with feather. Oh!

Our cluster hallway is now an art gallery, with pictures like the one shown of me, Andrew, and Alia--my flatmates--up on the walls. I hope our new flatmate isn't intimidated (and I hope they want to make one of themselves to add to the beauty).

I am single now, which is interesting and liberating (not that I was repressed or anything while not-single, it's just a change), though I don't like the odd association that go along with the label "single." Regardless, the end-of-term feeling has left me rejuvenated: I have a fresh passion for life. I should experience life to my fullest right now, before the machine of UNIVERSITY juices my passion out of my juicy bits through 18.5 credits and two large ensembles. But at least I will enjoy my homework.

Utilitarian: cheap? Odd connotations.