Love, from Strathroy ON

Wow. Holy crap. Right now I'm in a living room with four other people, and we're the late nighters. The seven other people I live with in my Katimahouse are sleeping. And I'm actually tired.

I have so, so many things to say about the past five days, but I can't even remember now. My days have been long, it feels like I've been living with the same people for years. You probably can't tell at all from the tone of this blog, but I have been a FANTASTIC time. Every single person I've met at Orientation Camp (where three Katima-groups join together) are really, really interesting people.

But now I'm settled into my Katimahouse, which is located in Strathroy, and I'm living with ten other people (should be eleven, but we have one person missing...). And I'm with an amazing group. Everyone is awesome, and it's pure chill.

Oh, before I forget, the address for the Katimahouse I'm at for the next three months (till January, when I move to Quebec) if you wish to write me letters, which I -will- reply to, if you leave a return address:

602A Albert Road
Strathroy, ON
N7G 1X2

Aaand I'm super busy, so I'll try to get to e-mails I've gotten and all the other stuff when I can!

There's LOADS more stuff to say, I just can't think of anything right now! The couches are comfortable, I feel at home already, and though I miss Toronto and everyone I know and used to talk to, I'm having a blast here.

I'll try and update this blog once in a while, but there's only one computer for eleven people... Which is good, really, because I'm forced to do other things!

Piece out.

Karma Aspiration Linger Entity Iodine Darwin Overcast

Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless.

The Tell-Tale Departure

True! --nervous--very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The oppurtunity had sharpened my senses --not destroyed -- not dulled them. Above all was the sense of finally leaving the city at which I had spent the last 18 years of my life. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily -- how calmly I can tell you my story that will begin tomorrow, at 4:00 pm.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Katimavik! The subways in the city I so often used bore one of two ads proclaiming Katimavik to be the leading youth-volunteer-involvement program. Why should I, a humble young man wish to involve myself into such a thing? 

No matter, the truth is upon me that tomorrow, I shall no longer be here. Gone. The last time I shall be able to write my lines upon this little oasis of a blog from my computer, at least for nine months. Who will I be when I come back?

All I ask from you - and be mindful, I'm not one to beg- is to, well, maybe once in a while, send me an e-mail, or to leave a comment, or to send me long love letters (the usual, what) to show that you're alive. I don't know when I'll get the chance to go online at all, so, well, be patient.

Maybe I'll try to keep this blog updated with interesting stuff, maybe vent some steam about my groupmembers or something, post pictures, vlog maaaybe, I don't know.

All I know is I have butterflies in my stomach and I have no clue how I will fall asleep tonight.

Strathroy, ON, say hello.

Karma Aspiration Linger Entity Iodine Darwin Overcast 

Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless.

Addiction.

I am obsessed with Yahoo Answers. It's six am and I'm on it browsing/answering questions.

I can't stop, I... I just need to answer people on things I'm familiar with. 

And just knowing that there are some suicidals a step away from death on the Mental Health section really really scares me.

And I need to get to level 2, at least, I need to be able to vote.

Help me.

P.S. I leave for Katimavik in four days, I'm going to start to pack tomorrow, I hope I can bring all the books I bought today.