sackville

I live in Sackville, which I affectionatly call the deathtrap. What brings me to such an adjective such as this? Well it starts with the fact that Environment Canada had storm warnings up since yesterday afternoon, and when we wake up this morning at 07.00 there have been no plows or any sort of snow-cleaning up around the town. Not even on campus.

Thus by the time I left my house at 10.30 there still had been not a single plow on campus. This means that there were 4 other classes that had just as trecherous conditions. Several of my friends were even stuck in Amherst and Moncton because of the poor conditions. All in all it’s horrible.

What makes it worse is that towards the end of the day, the entire campus froze over since there has been no clean-up. That’s right, there is ice, and then it started to rain, so it was like ice pellets to the face.

I actually think my face is bleeding…

Ergo; not impressed.  

So I sit around lazily more or less trapped in my home here in Sackville, New Brunswick, and I look outside at all the white. Whiteout conditions, constant snow, doors filled with snow to a point where it’s impossible to leave. And what do I think of? I don’t think. I reflect on the things that go on in the world, and more specifically in my life.

I’ll remain enigmatic and mysterious, and thus many details will not be filled in, but it goes along with my ring that I’ve been wearing for a long time; since July actually. June 2007 was a very important time for me in my life, where I was exposed to new things, forced myself out of my confort zone, and thus things didn’t go exactly as expected or wanted, but I was happier in knowing that I could step out of that zone. In any case, I do wear it for a reason, contrary to what other people have been led to believe.

I’ve never lied to anyone about it, I’ve simply avoided the subject and let other people make conclusions based on vague things I’ve said. However, at this point in my life now, beginning a new year, I’m sort of conflicted as to whether or not I should continue to wear it. I like it, and I have it for a reason, mostly to remember, but a part of me wants to take it off. The other part wants me to wear it and keep myself aware of how vulnerable I am and such; but at this point I’m unsure of what I’m going to do.

In other exciting news, Atlantic Canada has been struck with the fourth storm in seven days, and thus we are trapped here in the house, as elueded to previously. It’s cold, dark, and we have run out of food. This means that I’m starving, and not on my own doings! Only time will tell for many things, and my eating habits and thus my diet, can’t continue until I have sufficient access to lettuce and cheese.

Oh and don’t make fun of how my hand looks. I know I have girly and aged looking hands, and I can’t help it. I moisturise every day, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference in the weathering of my fingers.  

So as I walked home down Kirk Street, the single most sketchy street to walk down at night, I came home to find the doors unlocked, and all the lights in the house on. What is up with that?

Recent developments point to the fact that I have a stalker in Sackville, and as well as being stalked at a house that I don’t even live at! Is there no security in the world yet? I’ve talked with the RCMP and there isn’t even anything that anyone can do.

So this is a message to the wise; tomorrow I’ll write more stuff here but as of right now. All people in the world, lock your doors, close your blinds, lock your windows, because there are some creepy people and creepy shit goin’ on worldwide.

I mean; stalker leaving notes and such and my housemates neglecting basic security…

Severely not impressed; not in the least!

Why do I love the frosh dance party, Sackvegas so much? Because it’s the best and most exciting part of the year by far, and why is this year extra special? Let’s review.

1. I get to dress up,
2. In dressing up I become taller,
3. Mass amounts of make-up are used,
4. I dance like a feene,
5. Nobody knows me there,
6. Therefore I can be a supa-slut without anyone knowing me,
7. I got hit on three times by three seperate people,
8. I went to the pub for the first time,
9. I’m awesome.

Isn’t that just freaking awesome? Yeah I know, it’s just that I rock so much that it hurts other people to think about. So screw all this surrealist French litterature that I have to do, and let’s party down (only on weekends bitches!) and get it on. The sad part is that I feel old, because I was out from 20.00 until about 00.30 and I came home then because I was tired. I’m a freak what can I say.

My overall reflection…

You cann’t say to the sun, more sun; or to the rain, less rain. To a man, I can only be half of what he wants, as I am only what I am, and yet to learn of kindness after so much angerness, to understand that a little boy with more courage than he knew, would find his prayers answered. Can that not be called happiness?

After all these are not the memoirs of an emperor,
Nor of that of a king;
These are memoirs of another kind.

If you’re able to tell me where that abbreviated and changed quote is from, I’ll send you a t-shirt… or something

Once again I’ve moved and mostly am settled in my new home at university in Sackville, New Brunswick. Where you ask? Well it’s in the east coast near the boarder of Nova Scotia, still drawing blanks? It’s in the middle of nowhere basically that’s all you need to know.

I arrived a bit late because of thunderstorms, but it’s all okay now and I moved in, and slept on the floor for the evening. My stuff arrived the next day and I moved in and got comfy as quickly as I can. I originally was designated the downstairs room, which is huge, but since it’s not finish being renovated and it smelled like crap I decided to filch the upstairs room. It later turned out that the upstairs room has windows that open, which is very important for me as I sleep with the window open during winter, and it’s smaller. I like a cozyer space, and it’s good with the sunlight so I won’t get depressed as easily.

The downstairs room isn’t finished, but the windows don’t open (bad). I’m happy, but the only problem is that I have gross carpet and no wardrobe or closet. This means that I have nowhere to hang anything, and it’s terribly disconcerning. I have a lot of clothes left to unpack, and not having a place to hang things is getting on my nerves. There are no stores in which I can find things to make a hanger so I’m more or less screwed.

I found some cheap stuff online at IKEA but they don’t have them here in the East-coast, and they don’t deliver this far (I think). I will have to find out and talk to my mom, since the cheapest thing that I can find around here would be upwards of $120.00, when the wall unit at IKEA is at a maximum $57.00 and minimalistic. I must communicate and figure it out.

In our house we have pets, which I’m not sure about so far. I’m allergic to cats forsure, but I’m unsure of the dog. The cat scratched me and I puffed up so I know forsure about him, but the dog seems fine also it’s kind of stupid and spastic. My room is thus far a no-pet zone for at least the cat until I figure stuff out. As a funnier note, my door doesn’t close so I have to put boxes as a barrier outside it to keep the animals away. Funny that eh, funny that.

The house is alright, but sort of ghetto and under repairs, the previous tennants didn’t take very good care of it, but it could be a hell of a lot worse! I will post pictures when I find space for things… It could take awhile!