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Nobody cares where you get your undergrad

I had a more than spicy 24 hours.  It all started with Eric asking me if I wanted to accompany him to Halifax; being unemployed, I agreed.  We left Charlottetown at about 8am yesterday (May 15th),  and had an uneventful drive to Halifax.  It was soon after we got to Hali that I found out there was no purpose for our trip; after some walking around I bought a pair of shoes to replace my La Coste's that are completely worn out, and Eric bought a freewheel for his Spot.  Greg, Eric and I then made our way from bar to bar, eating and whatnot for the rest of the day.  Later that evening we wandered all the way from Eric's sister's place to downtown Hali (a good half out walk); my not-yet-formed-to-my-feet shoes were killing me, and Greg had somehow managed to ruin his ankle earlier in the day.  We made our way to Tribecca around 10ish, as there was no cover, and there was some sort of grad festivities going on there for King's.  We later found out that this shindig was invite only, but that didn't seem to matter a whole lot.  We danced harder than most people would think possible with a graduating class we've never met before for hours on end, leaving us completely soaked with sweat.  After this we meandered a half hour back to Eric's car (me in sock feet), hopped into the Mazda, and drove the 3 hoursish back to Ch'town.  I've now been up for more than 24 hours, and have a devil drink (RedBull) induced headache.  I'm going to try to go to bed, as confused about the time as I am.

A business proposition with social ramifications

It seems that Charlottetown has no cafes, of any sort, open beyond 7pmish (and that's pushing it).  I would thoroughly enjoy a year-round venue similar to Cafe Diem (or Cafe Diem itself) that was open until midnight or later, seven days a week.  I suppose that's kind of a lot to ask of a town the size of our own.  Timothy's is the closest thing to my dream coffee shop; perhaps the new ownership of Cafe Diem will give me a late night haunt.

Monkey body

I'll quite happily fight anyone if they agree to get me custom made jeans if I beat them.  Any takers?

Not quite misanthropic

I'll start off by saying that isn't a shot at my friends or family; this isn't directed towards you.  

Apathetic, misanthropic, unsympathetic; all of these could probably be used to describe me.  I don't know why it is, but the more I think about it, the more it seems like I have trouble caring about people.  I really don't know why this is, and to a certain degree I wish it wasn't so.   It's possible that it has something to do with my past, or maybe I'm just different than the rest.  It's not only that I have little or no sympathy for the poor across the world whom are living in third world conditions, these feels (or lack thereof) seem to be making their way into my everyday life.  This could have something to do with my  recent thoughts about marriage; I've been thinking that perhaps I'm not 'cut out' for relationships because of this lack of care.  Maybe someone can change me, or perhaps it's only a phase; you tell me.

One a different note, I think I'm dying or something; I'm regularly sleeping 13+ hours a night.  I'll just attribute this to jet-lag for now and hope I revert to my normal 8.5 hours a night.

Fast interweb

Finally, fast internet; what a wonderful thing.  My body is incredibly confused; I've gone through 10+ time zones, and I keep sleeping in small stints.  I think I've been awake for about 30 hours, but I really can't be sure of that anymore.  Last 'night' only lasted about 4 hours as I was in a plane moving eastwards at about 1000km/h, which was really odd.  I'm now chilling in the Montreal airport, am completely delirious, and am waiting for BK to stop serving breakfast.

Time travel

I'm sitting in the Vancouver airport right now, looking out onto the snowy mountains.  It took me a while to realize this, but I took two flights to get to Vancouver (which totaled about 19 hours of flying) and I  (technically) arrived here in Canada before I even left New Zealand.  It's strange to think that I jumped back an entire day when I crossed that invisible line resting in the Pacific.  I suppose we just use 'time' to measure things, so I never actually moved in time, as it's a constant that plods along at one second per second.  In the last four days or so I've had about 8 hours of sleep, but I'm not feeling all that tired for some reason; I'm thinking that when I go to bed at home I will sleep like a log for some time.  It's good to be back in Canada, though I miss NZ.  Robbie helped me move out of my flat, let me stay at his place for the night and drove me to the airport; very good dude.  Look for the guy 3ing crazy stuff at Washington park if you're ever in Christchurch.  Less than 24 hours until I'm home...