It's August 18th, 2004 and things have changed greatly again. Funny, it seems like that's a definate thing in my life: massive change from one year to the next. This year was, well, crazy. Far too many memories packed into so little time. Thinking about it makes me far more teary-eyed than any sappy movie there is (and believe me, there are many).
I'm going to Humber College this upcoming year for Social Work. I don't know what it'll be like, or if I'll like it. But, time has a funny way of revealing things to the patient one. Thank you everyone for a memorable year that I will SURELY remember for the rest of my life. I'm going to miss Martingrove, as sad as that sounds.
Thanks again and do me a favour...do your best to keep in touch as the years roll on.
Right off the bat, a lot has changed; With friends, me, where I'm going in life and so on. I guess, first off, I don't know where I'm going in life. I would like to think somewhere, but I don't know. I personally want a job to solely keep me alive so I can continue to do the things I do today and everyday. Telling that to your parents or guidance councillour never really works though.
I like to think I've learned a lot about life over the last while. Nothing I can just write down and tell you, life's to enormous of a thing to summarize in a few paragraphs. But, if you read my writings, you might gain an understanding of how I feel about life and what I think when going through it.
Friends have become a huge thing for me. I've shifted my way through a lot of them the last few years, and don't regret my time with any of them. They all helped me get to where I am, but I must say, where I am, feels like a great place. So, thanks ya'll, everyone of you I've ever talked to.
My old website stuff is at the bottom. I removed a lot of it, and I won't be updating any of it. It's mostly there as a relic. Visit it if you want, I don't care. But, I will be making new stuff that I will hopefully update fairly frequently.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightening they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night..
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By: Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)
