It was in wholly obstinate fashion that I have avoided journal entries since my return from Europe.  My experiences abroad were brief and everlasting, but much has transpired since we last spoke, so I would be delighted to have your attention concerning my current activities.

I go to school now.  I am technically in my first year of University, but magically a third year student (a trick I will leave to your imaginations).  I study Literature and Rhetoric, which is a flowery way of saying I study creative and professional writing.  It is going well.  It is to my dismay, however, that I am becoming very skilled at discussing creative writing rather than creating it.  The lack of my participation in the dA community is a direct result of these factors.

I find myself craving adventure.  I often awake to evanescent memories of calm German harbours, musty Italian dirt paths, and sweet French air – the only period of my life in which I could not say what would happen next.  Some might say adventure is where you choose to have it – that even within the tepid throes of Southern Ontario there is an adventure to be had!  Perhaps.

I am a young student, having successfully mounted several learning curves, of which none will parallel that of my intention of pursuing post-graduate work.  I am a slow thinker, whether this is inherent or a product of head trauma I cannot say, but it limits the amount of time I can spend seeking adventure.  I often argue between Whimsy and Reason, that if I were to take hold of some strange female's hand and announce: "Come with me to adventure!" should I include: "Also, I have no intention of raping you."  I think it dampens the mood, you know?

I go to a school renowned for birthing hard workers, many of whom are about as talkative as I – quiet people like me are accustomed to having talkative people accost and befriend them.  That is not to say that I don't attempt to make friends, but every time I make a friend, that person drops the class.  Seriously, I'm concerned about it.  These factors make it challenging for me to collect associates (the fact that I refer to them as associates may also be a factor).  Romantic opportunities are limited, as I am approaching 30 and many of my so-called peers have only just encountered their 20's; in fact, the only woman I have been seriously interested in was a professor.  I wrote some terrible poetry about her, including one ridiculous unsent e-mail.

Nevertheless, I am enjoying the world with new eyes borne from a deeper understanding of the world I inhabit, physically and mentally.  I will be posting to dA whenever I produce something worthy of your attention, and in the meantime, if any of you miss my zany musings, let us exchange Facebook usernames, which is where I tend to direct my nonsense in an attempt to remind my friends why they should love me.