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So I am at U of T, just kicking it, I haven't been going to classes. I know. I should right? I mean how am I skipping in the third week already. But trust me it's quite simple. It starts off with a, oh we're not learning anything so there's no point, and then you missed six weeks, and you are thinking of dropping the course. Been there. Done that. But this year is different. I picked a major. Health Studies. I don't exactly know what that is, but seriously, it's better than not having one. Or changing it every week right?

Ok, I just re-read this paragraph and you don't have to tell me how much of a loser I sound like. But it's ok.

Part of the reason I've been skipping school so much, is because I've been working on this novel I'm writing. I've actually found it quite difficult to write it, not because of the time it tkes but because I could hardly find the time and space to do it. Just last year I wrote 18 chapters, and I did it in 2 months. It was as easy as breathing--the writing part. The sneaking from parents and lying to them, so that they don't interfere was the hard part.

I couldn't tell them I was writing a novel because they would tell me to stop, and focus on my studies. They wouldn't understand that this is my study, this is what I like doing, but then again, I didn't pay five grand so I could write this in a dark and empty room in Hart House. Geez, why does every part of this building creak and moan. I could' swore I could hear voices, even though I am alone in this room. Really, and who picked the ugly green couches to accomodate the old worn wood flooring. My ass feels like I'm sitting on concrete, as opposed to a leather couch.

LOL, how come Ryerson gets all the new stuff. That university has everyhting brand spanking new, and I get the old crusty stuff the Prime minister sat on in 1898.

Whatever. Maybe this couch will give me the power the prime minister did. Or not. They just better not blame me for the doodles I am going to do, on the couch. Cuz, it's only fair I leave my legacy somewhere right? And since I spend so much time here, on this lousy couch, it makes it as good as mine right?




Here's a pic of the room I am in, many many many moons ago:




sad is, that, most rooms may not be as packed, but vey little has changed.