a walk in the park

Life's just trucking along up on the mountain... school's keeping me busy, as is job hunting and keeping up with friends. (And scrapbooking. But ssh, you didn't hear that from me.)

Making plans can be a difficult process sometimes. As I mentioned to Deanne last night, we're not suffering from a lack of opportunity--but simply too many choices, too many options, too many great things headed our way. The list of "could do" seems to be endless, all of it suspiciously possible, just depending on how much you want to pay, and on how you want your life to look. In grade 10, I remember my English teacher saying how he had to take time in his life to very specifically contemplate what he wanted to do, and that it was worth every moment. I've got to agree. Some things, you just know--like that I wanted to come to SFU, or go to Australia. You can't really remember deciding, but you did and it's a decision that doesn't need questioning. Other things, though--jobs, trips, plans, commitments--require a little more consideration.

Well, I guess the best thing to do is to keep all doors and windows open, breathe a little fresh air, and take things one step at a time. It's all one realistically can do, after all!

harbour centre


Ali, moi, Melissa, & Kate before heading out to Plush... yay free cover!




sunset from Burnaby Mountain Park




life's a beach... life's a mountain... just when I decide on one, something changes my mind...






eh heh heh heh...


good times at the Foggy Dew!

sheesh...

1. Thank goodness for sunshine.

2. Boo on Shakespeare. While it's "easy" to churn out 1500 words on love in Twelfth Night, it's somehow depressing to know that you ain't saying a thing that hasn't already been said, and that it's virtually impossible to get something new from the play. The man's a literary genius, I won't deny it, but I just don't see the point in writing something that anyone else could have. Besides that... yaaawn.

3. I had to give SFSS positions another thought upon hearing that they pay about $1500 a month. That's not bad money, to be opinionated. And then I read another Peak article about leaked CFS documents where--gasp!--they're planning on doing a pro-CFS campaign during the referendum. Oh. My. God. Stop the presses. You mean they want to keep one of their main constituencies and are willing to put up some posters and make some phone calls to do so? Criminal, I say! I guess from here on in, all lobbyists, publicists, and politicians should be shot. That's what they're doing, isn't it? ("They hire their favourites," says past SFU anti-CFS rep Titus Gregory, who is now working for the anti-CFS student society at Kwantlen. "Pro-CFS councils are hiring pro-CFS people." I paraphrase, but you get the point. Geez.)

4. With the onset of student elections, and with friends in the thick of both sides, all I really want to do is to tell people to calm down, stop bitching, and to actually think about what would be good for the university and daily student life. "Student politicians" shouldn't exist. "Student representatives" should. If you want to be in politics, fine, be in politics, but keep it out of the university. Witch hunts and name calling get so, so, so, so tiring and redundant after a while.

5. I wonder what happened to make me go from activist to an irritated bystander...