The Cannon

CALGARY! Need I say more? A few things have happened in the past few days to raise my stress levels to an all-time high, but by now they have decreased significantly.

I don't get my security deposit back. This is real piss-off, and that doesn't even begin to explain my frustration in the matter. The reasoning for this is because I was apparently signed up for both first and second semesters. Now, alas, I only gave them notice a month in advance that I shant be returning. So, now they have to frantically attempt to fill my spot (did I mention there is a waiting list, and Tainch is already getting my room anyways?) so I must pay the price. Literally. Guess how much the cancellation fee is?? Four hundred. Four hundred fucking dollars that could have done a lot for me, and which Mount Royal is probably using to put up those goddamn ugly fences to encourage people to use the sidewalks rather than trampling on their beloved grass. But that's a different story.

Besides, I walk on the grass anyways, just to spite them. It's the principle of the matter.

I haven't dropped my classes yet. I have one day left to withdraw, and OH BOY, of course I've waited til the last minute! Literally. I will probably be biting the bullet at 4:59 p.m. on Monday, chewing my finger nails into stubs in an anxious frenzy. Sigh. Some things never change.

I have to start packing. Isn't that weird? Well, to me, obviously it is. I feel like I just unpacked, and what little homey-feel I have in this room will be in boxes by December. Fuck. I have less than a month to finish everything up, in more ways than one.

Wait. That last sentence implied I have a lot of loose ties to uhh..tie. Which is not true. I'm planning on visiting on March 14th, St. Paddy's weekend. Mind you, I've resisted my urge to make promises, because we all know some things never come about.

As I mentioned earlier, Tainchay is recieving my room in January '08. I'm quite happy about this for a few reasons, mostly being that when I visit I can stay here, with my old roomies. I'll miss 'em, and it's really quite sad to think that after this year I'll probably never see them again. I mean, yeah, there are words exchanged sometimes, and promises to keep in touch. But life usually happens and everything gets swept away.

That's the thing about College. Meeting new people is always bitter-sweet, because it usually means you're doomed to repeat the vicious circle of losing friends, gaining friends. Hm. Maybe "losing" is not the right word. You get what I'm saying though, right?

I'm finishing this chapter of my life right now, and it's all such a mixture of sorrow/excitement. It's like finished a really fucking good book, you can't wait to get to the end. Once it's done, you're kind of depressed..but there's a sequel. And who knows, sometimes they're better than the previous.