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Blogging for the Sake of Blogging

My Mom always says that the New Year starts on her birthday, which is today. So Happy New Year!, again and once again Happy birthday. We finally got the snow I’ve been wanting, just 2 weeks late. I guess Calvin just stayed on his toboggan long enough to appease the Snow Demons. Hope everyones had a good first week to their new year, even if most of us happen to be back in the drudgerous dolodrums of school.

I did resolve to write more blogs, so all 5 of you who read this will have to content yourselves with reading what I write when I write it, but I do want to write more both for this and just for me. Though I have a few courses with fair amounts of writing so we’ll see how it goes. However unlike a “resolution” of quitting smoking, going to the gym or whatever, this won’t hurt me if I fail

I was going to go on about 2012, and it being the year of change, 1 ½ years till I’m in Law Schoool blah, blah blad. but like most of my plans, thats not gonna happen, mostly due to laziness and having no idea what to say. But giving the bang I had to end 2011, I don’t know if it was a bad omen or a sign that things will get better. For those not in the know; for my 21st birthday after a night of dinner, breakin even at the casino, and a movie I was going home to grab my bathing suit and then on to Drew’s and his hottub. I had decided to take Glenmore home. It had been raining for the last few hours so I was being cautious with my driving. Another vehicle passed me, and after a while of me driving behind them they hit black ice and skidded over the ditch. Now to be honest I would have checked it up to their Karma for passing me, made sure they, and their dog, were alright and then continued on. But I, perhaps punished for my thought, also hit the ice and went spinning into the other ditch, luckily my car was only half way off the side of the road, but since I hadn’t put on my Snows, I could not manage to reverse out. But perhaps 5 minutes later who should arrive behind me but a Car with Jalene, brooke and Olivia. Through the power of estrogen they managed to push my front end oud from the ditch. yay girl power! My Heroes *swoons*. They then went on to try and help the woman in the other car, wanting to appear chivalrous I did aswell. The other vehicle despite being a heavier four wheel drive Kia than Lafayette, my Hyundai Accent, she was in more dire straights, having fallen further to the side of the road getting tangled up with the barbed wire fence.

The other driver didn’t have BCAA, so being Gentlemanly I offered the use of my card. A few other woman driver actually slowed down and stopped, one even having wire cutters. Seemingly all the men, particularly the ones with big trucks drove by. We cleared her car so no tires would get popped by the wire, and then with the clever you of car mats, manveouring and brute strength attempted to free the car from it’s predicament. Unfortunately all we accomplished were ripped pants and tichts, a few inches of movement maybe, and a showing of my complete mechincal and technical inepitute and removal of my Man Car. After 45 minutes- an hour, the tow truck arrived and managed to free her. My good semitarian deed done for the year, only promptly to expire a few days later. The next day I heard about a couple of other accidents on Glenmore, so we managed to get away scott free, Lafayette was fine, I was fine everyone was happy. Yay.

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Death of Muse

And no, I don’t mean one of my favourite bands.

I like to write, or I likeD to write. Friday I went out to a spoken word Cafe, to help kill some time, when I realized that I haven’t really written outside of University assignments in a couple of years. One of the reasons I started this blog was to start writing again, as you can see by my plethora of posts , this plan worked out spectacularly.

It isn’t entirely due to a lack of creativity, so the title is a bit of a misnomer. The flow of ideas, was been stemmed to a trickle, compared to the flood of ideas I used to have, infact I used to have a bit of creative ADD, I’d start working on something, then have another a idea and drop it. It was quite frustrating. Anyways, when I get an idea, I just can’t sit down and type it out for some reason.I mean with school work I have deadlines, and the fact I need a good GPA and LSAT score to get into Law School, hanging over my head like the Sword of Damocles.  Not writing feels like there is some part of my missing, and I don’t know what to do.

Yes, I am aware of the irony of writing about being unable to write.