oh third eye blind.

[robothasheart]

it's kind of like every year on your birthday when someone asks you how it feels to be whatever age you just turned, and the answer is always "the same as it did when i was the age i was before" except in this instance i'm selling out friends and changing scenery again.

I don't know... it feels no different to have finished university. Except it's fucked up to say that.
Like when i think about it, it's fucked.

I haven't updated this in forever.

But this year certainly was a year, i'm moving out of ottawa on saturday, indefinitley.
It actually really bums me out, i've come to love it here... so who knwos, maybe i'll be back sooner rather than later.

Things with the band are going amazingly well, i've met some wicked good friends, the streets are clean, i know where everything is.
Why am i leaving?

But... there's another muskoka summer in store, and there's a job waiting for me at the old station, and there's travelling to be done and friends to see and places to go and no rent to be paid, and i guess i'm retiring this apartment. it's small and smelly, dingy and decaying, but i love it none the less.

now i'm going to montreal for some music.

hi.