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Canadian Spring is confusing, but this song is not. I don't normally find myself re-watching live performance videos, but I keep returning to this one. Something about dance moves envy.

In other news, things for ~*~ThE bIg MoVe~*~ are underway - which actually means I've been watching more movies than normal while my room descends into chaotic madness. ~*~ThE bIg MoVe~*~ is really only a block and a half away from where I live now, but when you've spent three years accumulating all the piles of crap in your room, shifting from one place to another becomes super difficult.

This only means that I'll keep staring at my books, trying to will them to move on their own. That, and I'll continue making half-hearted trips to the gym in attempts to increase my lifting strength. Maybe I'll be able to deadlift one day. Maybe.

I'm Not Studying

As we trudge our way through exam season, let's all remember that coursework typically doesn't inspire personal passion. And if it does, well, you're one of the lucky ones I guess?

Putting this up less than a foot away from my face this week. Good luck all!

Nerves

In a little under a month, I will be starting the hardest job of my life thus far. I keep getting asked if I'm nervous. The correct thing would be to smile and graciously tell the questioner that you're just excited to take on the position.

But what do we find? A semi-shaking, semi-frightened, mostly-caffeinated 21-year-old who still gets confused about the meaning of "facetious." (Seriously. I keep having to look it up. I'm looking it up right now, in fact.)

It would be wrong to tell you that I'm not excited. I'm very excited, actually. It's going to be a big year - both for myself and for this school - and I can't wait to be able to witness it all.

It would also be wrong to tell you that I'm not nervous. Something like this doesn't pass easily, but I've been told I'm a fighter. So we'll see how that works out.

At 6:30 am on Saturday morning, I stood at the waterfront with my closest friends, laughing and throwing rocks and generally being too loud for sunrise. We were all so tired and so stressed but so happy.

I know my friends will carry me through it all. And when they can't, I suppose my growing collection of books (I stress-buy a lot of my literature) will walk me through it. 

It's incredibly difficult to say goodbye to one year. Here's hoping that the next one will be just as great, if not better.

Anyways, here's something pretty.