I've been back in Ktown for a few days now as part of my goodbye tour which is intended as a therapeutic wrapping up of all of my baggage as well as a chance to drink my face off so I can take a new one away with me. All things considered, the experience has been positive; the negative aspects we'll deem "character-building" and leave it at that. It is incredibly surreal being here as I am now embracing the zen more than ever. That, or it is mortifying thinking of how discombobulated I was for a very large portion of my undergrad career. Little bit of A, little bit of B. Since I never seem to do well at anything the first time around I have been feeling the urge to go back to Queen's for another degree--a prime example of why impulse-control is imperative. Unfortunately, I seem to have missed that memo, just like I missed the lesson in grade 2 on how to interpret the hands of a clock. I know that we're supposed to learn from our mistakes and eventually we should figure out how to live in the moment without forgetting all the data that we've wiped from the drive...but my question really is if it will ever be possible to live fully in the moment? Where is the balance between knowledge gained and that which you have yet to discover? And what do you do when you can't see a way out, when looking forward is like lookin' out a snow-covered windshield? For now, I'm drinkin' a tea in Timmy's and eatin' a maple dip doughnut before I catch a flick on this mellow Fri night as part of my attempt to literally consume as much Canadiana as I can handle before losing my mind in a foreign land. Happy Friday, All...