Rhymes with Militia...

As I get older, I realize that I correct people less and less on the pronunciation of Alysia. Now you'll never get it wrong again.

1.9.01

Words of Wisdom: Don't stick your head in the model great lakes.



I did. I stuck my head in the slimy, scummy model great lake for four dollars. (In the end I got seven but I did it for four.) Don't feel the need to make a spectacul (I can't spell. I give up) out of yourself simply because there is nothing better to do. I guess that is my way of getting arguing to stop. It makes me uncomfortable and I will avoid it at all costs. Even if that means I have to get people to dare me to stick my head in disgusting muck filled water.
I'm ready. At least as ready as I'll ever be. This university thing. I think I'm ready. I wish it wasn't for a while yet because I was just getting to know some people that the prospect of knowing is exciting. (sense made: none, Jist go:possible) And I'll miss the little things about this shit town. Such as the lake. I love waking up to the sound of waves outside my window. I'll miss the chip trucks. I'll miss knowing this crapville like the back of my hand. I'll miss knowing it's little nuances that others don't know. More missing that I don't even realize at this juncture. But of course there are things I won't miss, like small town mentalities and the lack of unchemical air ("Sarnia, where you can see the air!") But still the missing will be had.