The Cannon

I figure I finally owed a decent entry to my LJ/Xanga. I mean, God only knows how long it has been since I've posted more than a couple of paragraphs, if that.

Besides, I've been feeling due to write a post lately anyways. Every once in awhile, whether the culprit be boredom or insanity, I find myself, my thoughts, turning themselves into narration. Sort of like the Wonder Years. The voice inside my head is that of my own, and I'm kind of flitting through my life as though summarizing happenings and updates for the sake of another person. Sorting feelings and emotions, and turning it into some sort of story or screenplay.
Anyways. Point being, I hadn't done this in awhile. Yet, the other day, I found myself drifting off into "Wonder Year" mode. That's what I like to call it.

It's nice to know a part of me is back. Ever since being heaved up and re-rooted, my head has been on a little loose. Kind of like getting off of a boat, you're on solid ground but you can't shake the feeling of the waves. I finally sort of feel like the initial shock?, well, whatever you'd call it, has subsided. I'm settling myself into a nice little groove here, and enjoying it all the while.

I'm still getting used to my lack of friends. That not so much itself is a problem, as it is boredom. I miss having the option of getting together with reckless peers and finding something time consuming, as well as equally amusing. Instead, some unplanned nights stay unplanned. I relax, watch a little t.v., have a bath. I can't help but feel like I'm losing a little bit of my youth. I mean, isn't this what my mother does on Saturday nights? That being said, I'm sure Kenton and Cat are tired of my endless complaints. It's not that I'm expecting entertainment to knock on my door, but it would be nice every once in awhile.

I'll be visiting Calgary on St. Patrick's Day weekend, which should definitely be a treat. I miss everyone alot, but let it be said, I have no regrets. The post folling March 17th oughta be fairly lengthy, and full of satisfying adventures.

As Evan stated in his last post, I am lucky to have work being my major complaint. Everything else right now just seems pretty fucking awesome. Surreal, but nice. I have to agree with Dave, when he says that everything is good right now. Including us. Nothing quite beats lingering onto a kiss before work, hoping that doing so will somehow cause the clocks to turn backwards. God knows I try.

And although Paul may say that the title "self-absorbed drama queen" is one that fits me, I can safely say that I feel anything but. I have no complaints at this point, because when reviewed, they just seem so trivial.

"All our young lives, we strive towards something unknown. All the while wondering if this point of utter content is possible for us to reach. I knew, at that moment, that it was."

Imagine, if you will, Fred Savage's voice. You understand the appeal now, don't you!