Stream of consciousness has got to be, in my opinion, the best way of letting go I've ever heard of. Just letting out everything and not thinking twice about anything. So don't be afraid of Virginia Woolf, reality isn't so bad.
I keep on thinking that university is not for me because while the 90s may have got me somewhere in highschool, no one gives a shit about them now. My best class at the moment is film, but my major is journalism...which holds a steady decent mark but I just am not sure what to think anymore. I feel like every time I walk into that lecture hall they are bashing down my brain into a tiny cube, a cube that the media will take advantage of. Getting myself into this industry is like asking to be raped repetedly by everyone you have ever despised. I am pushing myself into a world where I know I won't belong, yet something inside me wants it so fucking bad, because the only thing I can do is write. And even though as a journalist I will most likely be pretty damn broke, I'll make more money working for a newspaper than trying to sell a book of poetry. Even though I would really love to do that one day...
I really do like the daily news, I check my twitter feed for CBC updates constantly, but not obsessively. I really like writing for the charlatan, interviewing strangers about the stories I write.
For some reason I just always feel sad, confused, puzzled, bewildered.
What the fuck?
I just need to sit back and watch a sad movie to feel better about my life. Like Factory Girl. Edie is awesome and everything but damn I would never want to be like her...not any day.
I'm not very good at broadcasting feelings.
What I am good at...well I couldn't say. I need others to tell me. I'd feel way too narricistic to say that I like anything I do. I mean...I like when I go hangout with people, because it's fun sometimes, inside my brain anyway. But...fuck what was I trying to say, what am I ever trying to say, what is anyone ever trying so say these days.

I turned 19 on Friday. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself when I hit the point where I cannot call myself a teenager anymore.

Oh, and I am now being followed by Jack Layton on Twitter.
He was in my hometown, Sarnia, just about a month ago.
Thats' really cool