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.

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