Snowy night in Wolfville

Hello. I don't know how you got here, and I don't know where you're going, but stay awhile, investigate.
My story is not unique, but I enjoy how few other people are here in Nova Scotia from Saskatchewan. Normally it goes the other way 'round. Coming from the prairies to the east coast for school, a few things change. Mostly the weather (hello rain, sleet, and dampness). Going back and forth every spring and fall gives you a sense of transience, a perspective where change is, oddly enough, the only constant principle to order your life around. Change is the only constant.
Not that I mind.
As for this blog-blag-weblog-whatnot, laugh at it, argue about it, so long as you think about it! I'm a political science and philosophy student...its what I do. Therefore, I think you should too. Thinking never hurt anybody (too badly).
As Kurt Vonnegut once said, The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way to make life more bearable.
Making a living is infinitely less important to me than living my life. Wait, what's that you say?

"OH EM GEE TIM THATS LIKE SO DEEP RIGHT!?!1"

No, not really. I'm just a naive college kid like everyone else hah. We practically ooze pretension, and I hate that.
Really, the more I learn, the more I'm humbled by how fucking little I actually know. So, oye como va! Enjoy

A quick little limerick. A litterick?

If you were to work with an enemy,
even for the briefest of enmity
Would it not be right,
To swear on sight,
That they would never be as good as me?

About this all...

I enjoy writing. I also enjoy ranting. Put the two together, and this blog could become very cathartic for me, and very entertaining for the rest of you... haha.

Anyway, looks like fun. See you guys around.