Corn Roast Kind of Weekend

My last weekend of freedom before entering the world of higher education was spent secluded up north. Cell phoneless, internetless, and friendless was not how I intended to savour my last bit of vacation. Unfortunately, Labour Day weekend / Grandma’s birthday is not a time you disobey your mother’s request to have you up at the country house. Despite my mother promising that I could spend the weekend in town, I knew that she was just saying this as a way to guilt me into coming. So on Saturday morning I packed my bag and headed up north. The lack of cell reception or internet connection could have been tolerable had I had a friend along for the weekend. After exhausting my “resources”, I found out that all my friends and my acquaintances were occupied with frosh recovery, their part time job, a wedding or their own form of family fun.

Upon arriving at the country house, I was welcomed by an ecstatic mother who was assured by my presence that her guilt still worked. Expecting the worse from this weekend I was relieved to see clear blue sky. Figuring this was a sign of things to come I relaxed and decided to make the best of it. Big mistake. Three hours later I found myself drunk at a corn roast with hicks averaging the age of 65. Cool.

At least all that intense partying left me ready to head back to school...

Fashion Rut of Pathetic Proportions

American Apparel has robbed me of any fashion individuality I may have once had. For about a year now I have been stuck in a fashion rut that only increases as American Apparel introduces new styles and colours into their fall line. Their deadliest item.... the deep v-neck. Morning wardrobe decisions are no longer "what should I wear" but rather which colour v-neck will I pair up with my skinny jeans today. Sometimes if I am feeling extra adventuress I wear my high top Nikes instead of my Converse. Pathetic I know.

Now would seem like the perfect time to go on an American Apparel strike and swear to give up all AA articles for a week. The problem is that this "strike" would interfere with the first day of school and I just can't sacrifice the perfect first day outfit.

And so I find myself unwilling to give up my AA addiction which leaves me in a pathetic fashion rut that I might just like too much to change.

One Week Later

One week and no post later, I am no closer to my goal of writing everyday then I was last Wednesday. Cool.

I promise myself I will try harder...

Summer of '98

In June of 1998, I spent two weeks at YCC, a sleep-away camp up north. I was unaware then that these two weeks would determine where I spent the rest of my childhood summers. This past Saturday I returned home from my 11th straight summer at the Y Country Camp.

One would think that after over a decade at camp, I would be ready to move on in life. This is not the case...
In truth: I am addicted to camp.

This addiction seems a little childish considering I begin university in a little over a week. I am going into Journalism totally unprepared because I rarely write. Friend #1 Jamie thought a blog would be a good way to get me into the habit of writing daily. This seemed liked the perfect solution and with the help of friend #2 Bram, I created The Whiteboard - in hopes of becoming an avid writer.

Problem: it took me three days before I finally wrote something...