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It's Easter. Family is over. They all smoke. Inside my house. Eew. Yay, laundry day is tomorrow. It can't come soon enough.

Now that that's out of my system, I guess I'll keep you guys up to date with what I've (tentively) decided to do for the next year-ish. I've decided that Africa is way out of reach for me at this point as I'm still quite young. And quite poor. I've also been recently informed that U of C doesn't even start processing applications until after their deadline's passed...which would explain why they haven't gotten back to me yet. Still annoying as ever, though.

On a completely unrelated note, I'm moving to Lethbridge this coming friday and I'm staying there for at least the summer (much to the dismay of a couple friends in RD), if not for the next year...if they can manage to get back to me sooner than U of C. Either way, I think Calgary's pretty much out at this point because they've thoroughly ticked me off by not saying anywhere in their website/application process that they don't process applications until after most other schools are done registration. Gah!

Anyways, thanks for all the wonderful suggestions (Luke...) and advice from everyone. Deciding the rest of my life is a lot more difficult than I'd thought it was going to be. And, as some of you know what I want to do (hypothetically) and some of you don't, I'm going to present this next part in an interview form, just 'cause it made the most sense after answering these blasted questions for the past year.

Why are you taking a year off? Because I still don't know what I want to do with my life.
What do you want to study? English.
Do you want to be a teacher? Heck no!
Then why are you going to study English? 'Cause I wanna be an Editor. (And for the record: Yes, I really am that big of a nerd.)
What would you choose as your Minor in University? Vocal Music, maybe? Perhaps French? Or, if I get into the International Management program at U of L, I don't get a minor. But I do get a mandatory semester abroad. Woot! And I'd be doing a combined degree in that and English. Double woot!
Why the International Mangement Program? Because I've always found politics interesting and I've never actually found a creative outlet to use that to my advantage. This way (in a perfect world...) I could work in the UN [or some-such organization] and do the editing thing in my spare time (hoping I get any spare time at all).
Do I want to travel? Heck yes I do.
Then this International Management Program sounds like a dream, eh? If only I knew what my dreams really were, it might help a little. I just want to be happy. That's it, that's all.
How will studying English help you travel? No clue at all. Maybe I could ... [long awkward pause] ... Yeah, I got nothin'. Sorry.
How will minoring in Music help you be an Editor? Again, I got nothin' here. I guess I just like to sing that much...
Alright, well thank you for answering these questions. Your conscience shall resume normal function in three, two, one...

Hey guys. So, there's my brain on drugs. Well, not really, but I'm sure drugs would maybe help in this stupid decision-making thing I don't really like to (but do) call reality. Probably not, but I still do like to dream sometimes.

Oh hey. How's this for the wake-up call of the century? I was in Calgary last week visiting a friend, and one morning, I was spending some quality quiet time reading before the day got started and my mom phoned me. She told me that she'd just gotten off the phone with my father. He wants to meet me for coffee this week. This man, after seventeen years of being completely and totally non-existant in both my mom's and my lives, wants to walk right back in. Of course I said yes, but that's beyond the point right now. He took a chance and dialed the last number he remembered us having. Seventeen years ago. How's that for luck? My mind's still going warp-speed trying to figure out what to say, how to dress, how to act, what to ask, what he'll say, what he'll be wearing, what he'll ask, and if he'll display some of the traits that made the relationship between my mom and him fail. I was told that he's having surgery soon, and that might've played a part in his decision to phone. I don't know yet. But, if he phoned out of a false sense of duty (that he's never shown me before), there's probably a risk of something not-so-cool happening on the opperating table, and I don't want that. I don't think I do, anyways. I'm not sure what to think anymore. Especially after this. It's been a week. That's all I'll say about it at this point.

So, in this state of disarray and confusion, I'll bid you all farewell for now. It's going to be a busy next few days for me, and I think I might need sleep somewhere along the way. (Just a thought, though.) Oh yeah! Everyone should listen to The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. They're amazing. I'd recommend 'Face Down' or 'Your Guardian Angel' or 'Cat and Mouse' or 'Damn Regret' or...yeah, just listen to the whole CD. It'll do ya good.

ps- Happy Siblings' Day to my long-lost brother!

pps- 'Fleetingness' is an amazing word. You should try to use it in a sentence today. There's a challenge for ya. Go forth and amaze the rest of the world with this word.