Ghosts in the photograph never lied to me

I could do the whole 'wow, I haven't posted on this thing in a solid three months' thing and then try to explain and legitimize my absence from the blogging world, but I won't because that would be expected and boring. But woah, let's not get ahead of ourselves, that's not to imply that anything of what I'm going to post on here today will be of any interest to anyone.

I'm one exam away from being done with my first semester of Journalism at Concordia University and while I'm very happy at the prospect of being able to relax and not think of anything for a period of two weeks, I'm also very satisfied with how things went and with the overall direction my life is heading in. I'm loving Journalism school so far and I feel I'm doing well. I think I've learnt quite a few new things that I've managed to assimilate into my writing style and I definitely think I've grown as a writer as a result of that. There are however a few things that I'd like to rectify for my next semester; mainly my penchant for procrastination when ugly work rears its head. But I think such prospects are entirely in the realm of the 'doable'. I'd attribute allot of my negative work ethic to the considerable adjustment period with the shift to Montreal. Which brings me to my next point: Montreal.

I had a rough time adapting to life in this city. I won't lie to anyone, there were a few days that I honestly wondered if my being here had any purpose. There were days that I drove back from Gatineau to Montreal with a rather large lump in my throat. There were days when I felt like I had no one here, and to a rather large degree I don't, but more on that in a bit. There were days spent lying on my back staring at the ceiling. Days were spent sleeping in, they bled together and it often seemed that I was not going to get better. Thankfully, I did. I started really liking school, I finally got a job and I managed to take up enough hobbies to keep myself busy and ultimately sane. This also meant accepting that by and large, I'm alone here. I lost touch with quite a few people by moving here, and that's something that doesn't really sit well with me. I'll be working on trying to rectify those situations over the coming weeks.

Which brings me to this someone. This someone whom I also lost touch with because of the move here. I'm not sure how it happened. We were really close for a bit and I liked that allot. I really cared for this someone and I think I still do. I think I would've liked to tell that someone just how much I cared for her, but circumstances kept me from doing such a thing. Now we barely talk, which really bothers me. I think what we had for abit, whatever that might have been, was quite nice. It was good to feel like I mattered to someone again, to really get someone and to feel like maybe they actually even got me. I don't know where I'm going with this though, it's probably simply over, which is made harder by the lack of resolution.

In brighter, better and more current events, City of a Hundred Spires convened at my apartment last night for some intense partying. We simply got absolutely smashed and just had an all around great time. I love those guys and really, they are my brothers. I had one of the best times I've had in awhile and I'm really greatful to still be able to share moments like that with them, despite us living in different towns. Cheers to them.

Finally, speaking of the band, we will be having our reunion show at Mavericks in Ottawa on January 4th. The show will be 7$ at the door and is all-ages for you non 19 year olds. This will be Robot Kill City's last show. They were a really great band and you should definitely come down and help them exit with a bang and a bow. Also playing are the Curviture, Matthew Johnston and Bangkok Noodle House. Fun times, I expect to see allot of you there. I'll do a little feature on my music blog about this show next week, with links to music from all the bands and so on.

Okay that's it, I'm out. I have to go study for International Relations and then I bust it back to Ottawa/Gatineau for a few weeks. It's going to be lovely. Oh how I miss Ottawa's little big town charm. I'll update when I'll be home sometime. Till then, to quote the legendary Ed Murrow, good night and good luck.