sometimes when my poetry prof gives us a prompt and i’m just sitting there in my chair as stiff as one of those brushes you use to wash dishes, she notes it and says: “just write.”

that’s kind of what i’m doing right now. welcome to my stream of consciousness.

i haven’t changed my profile picture in a couple of months and i’m like wow i should really do that but i also should do the wreck beach stairs. hahahahahaha. i ate a bag of skittles and linkz last week. not meal shaming or anything. junk food is G R E A T for the soul, but then i just end of lying there like a dead fish with a mouth and i’m just like:

these flex dollars on my meal plan are really not a good idea. i mean they just enable me to buy all this junk food. FREEDOM OF CHOICE WAS BAD I AM NOT READY. SOMEONE PLEASE BRING ME VEGETABLES BEFORE I TURN INTO A SOUR PATCH KID.

cool.

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academics wise:

i dropped two courses and picked up one. five course would’ve sent me packing i swear.

i was gonna blog about this whole ordeal and title it ‘drop it like it’s hot’ and how i had an epiphany about the whole thing about how this is my degree and i should really do it the way i want to, but alas, that idea kind of fell out of the canoe.

i was in a canoe once. with my parents. it tipped. let’s all picture that.

and i guess what’s on my mind *most* this year, is trying to be a tad more academic than I was last year. by which i really mean a lot more than a tad. but again, this place is just one big learning game in life and we’re going to have those days where we (read: I) end up slipping up and not prioritizing so well.

like last night when I was watching New Girl (which got good again btws. finally. wtf) and The Mindy Project (it was always good) and was supposed to be doing some reflection. hahahahahah. priorities.

this has all been a learning experience in time management for me.

to end this stream of consciousness let me say:

-my water bottle is purple

– i have a whistle on my keys

– yes i’m starting to put spaces after the bullet point, and the first one doesn’t have one. SUE ME.

-sometimes i’m too lazy to go get breakfast so i just make oatmeal with my kettle

– i have a kettle

– i should sleep more

-Viola Davis is on TV now. everyone should watch her wow. yes.

– i haven’t actually watched that show yet. it’s called ‘How to get away with murder’ which sounds like it teaches some useful things(?)

-my cookies are in a crate and barrel jar

– my candle is amber scented wow wow wow

-alt-j launched an new album this week and lights and perfume genius. i suggest all of them. cool. cool.

– GOING TO BRUSH MY TEETH NOW

– I use colgate total rn if anyone’s wondering

– a bieber gif is really a good note to end on

hello, and welcome back to (oh wait I have a new name! Can I still say welcome back?) DAY-OLD MOONSHINE

Lemme start off by giving some background on this name.  It’s been something that has been in the back of my head since I last blogged (lol that was July). There was something that the Possibility Wasteland did not quite fit anymore.

‘The Possibility Wasteland’ was coined by me in grade eleven as the title to a Writing 12 assignment on Procrastination.  The idea behind procrastination is really one of masochism, and so in re-titling my blog, it’s also an attempt at new found respect that I’m trying to have for myself.

‘Day-Old Moonshine’ stems in the idea of something memorable happening in the past, for me.  It may not have been the happiest, or most responsible of times, but within it there lies a truth.  Honesty has always been at the forefront of my beliefs, but I believe this new title breeds an honesty within myself.  It’s looking at my reflection in the moonshine and writing an honest recollection of an event, a story, a thought etc.

Tangent: they totally had moonshine at this one party I went to when I was like 17. I left early because people started almost projectile vomiting after it. GOOD TIIIIIMES.

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Anyway, rolling with this post. Hi. Welcome. First week is almost over.  Alas, those AMS first week wristbands will be thrown away. WHAT A SHAME.

I’d like to highlight the time at which I am writing this btws.  It is: 2:31AM.

I can safely say my mom will call me tomorrow expressing deep concern for my overall well-being, so this is my shoutout to her: Hi, I love you.

Someone tampered with the fire alarm on my floor and it made a really awesome chirping sound that woke up my whole floor. Of course it was my job to get up and go deal with this. (insert painting nails emoji here, or something else to express my passive aggression for whoever did this…)

Anyway, I was lying awake and I could’t sleep and well, my laptop was close, and my brain has been doing hoola-hoops since the alarm started chirping.

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We’re going to get to my point before this whole post ends up being one giant ramble.  It’s titled ‘The Deep End’ because:
a) it’s an awesome Hannah Georgas’ track
b) that’s kind of how I’m feeling. (Like I’ve been thrown in the deep end)

I’ve been running with this analogy for my life since I walked into my Sociology 312 today and was welcomed by the prof that was NOT the one I was expecting. The one who was supposed to be teaching it was my favourite prof ever.

It’s like expecting a heated pool, but being thrown in the ocean.  Even the taste is a little bit different.

The reason I’m writing this, though, is to extend an arm out to anyone else feeling thrown into the deep end right now. It’s a cold place that we might not have expected, but we are still able to swim.

And, with that thought, I’m going to TRY to go to bed. I wish you all sweet dreams, sweet mornings, sweet afternoons, sweet evenings, and sweet twilights. (Or if sweets aren’t your thing, then I wish you salty or acidic or whatever taste you prefer). We will chat more soon.

x