My second year of university literally starts a week from tomorrow and I could not be happier to return to school. However, I could not feel less prepared (although upon reflection I’m pretty much on top of things) or more anxious. Few things comfort me during this spell of anxiety; however, I have compiled a list of three… Continue reading Year Two
When I awoke this morning the sun was peaking out from behind the clouds and I had high hopes for the day, weather wise at least. Alas wishes count for less than nothing. It’s cold and it’s rainy. I met my parish church’s new priest this morning – I haven’t been in attendance at mass for… Continue reading It’s Sunday And It’s Raining
I’m an addict and so are you. Everyone in the world has an addiction – be it booze, brains or beauty. An addiction is defined by the Collins English Dictionary: Complete & Unabridged 2012 Digital Edition as, “The condition of being abnormally dependent on some habit.” As the summer careens to a close, like a… Continue reading I’m An Addict: Not A Journalist Or A Junkie
When my alarm sounded off this morning I rolled over with groan and almost onto the floor as the opening notes of The Band Perry’s All Your Life rang loudly through the air. While I lay awake staring at the ceiling I seriously debated hitting the snooze, turning over and sinking right back among the pillows. I actually… Continue reading Sleeping Life Away
“Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.” -George Bernard Shaw Shaw is incorrect; at least by my standards. Youth is beautiful but terrible too – the only ones who are capable of facing it are the young. Each age has its own trials and tribulations but youth is by far one… Continue reading What A Crime…
I’ve lived in Ottawa my entire life. I should know this town like the back of my hand, should being the operative word in this sentence. The thing is I don’t know Ottawa that well, but I want to. Ottawa is almost like my older sibling that has always been there but only on the fringes of my… Continue reading Dear Twenty Year Old Me: Hit the Pavement
I had this post all planned out. Usually, I tend to let my ideas come to me organically, but since Tuesday I have been writing and rewriting this blog post in my head. Now, that the time to write has come to actually write it I find myself unable to use any of the pieces I… Continue reading Graduation to Death
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