Life inside a music box ain't easy.

My first semester of university was rough. As was everyone's I guess. We were all trying to adjust to a new school, a new city, a new life. The only comfort I took out of all three of these things was the anonymity.

I could walk around this city for hours and not have one person recognize me. I could attend a weeks worth of classes and not have a single person talk to me in any of them.

I loved it.

A girl I met on the bus while traveling to Stephenville last Christmas told me (three hours after meeting) that I hated people. I was shocked! Everyone tells me how great I am when I first meet a stranger, how I can make an awkward situation happy by asking the right kinds of questions. I am a people person!

This is not true in the least. I am not a people person, in fact, I am a misanthrope. I despise going out with groups of people that I'm not really friends with. I hate the awkward conversations that inevitably ensue when you see a person you haven't talked with in awhile. I can't take the effort that goes into forced conversations (this probably ties in with my inability to bullshit people).

For example (and this is not meant to hurt anyone's feelings), but every single time I come home from a SASF gathering I have a headache. Like a raging one. Every time. I like most of the people that go to these togetherings, but my mind cannot handle the forced "hey, how is school going?", "what are you taking again?", "oh, this is fun.", "we should totally hang out sometime!". I don't care about any of the questions I ask or am forced to answer, but out of politeness and general caring for the people who attend these SASF gatherings I pretend I do. And pretending (aka:bullshitting) gives me migraines. LITERALLY.

My brother constantly makes fun of me for my "hatred of being seen". If the family wants to eat out for dinner, we can't eat at the restaurant but must take it home. No going to the mall unless it's for a specific thing. None of this walking around to kill some time stuff.

I've always been like this. Maybe I really do hate people.

This whole nonsensical post is stemming from the fact that I can't even go FIVE SECONDS on campus anymore without having someone I know/recognize start a conversation with me.

Where did the anonymity of this city go? :(

I want a donkey show.

We're better off alone.

In the United States millions of dollars, countless people and dozens of months of effort are poured into their presidential elections. It is international news for almost a solid year before their Inauguration Day. Pretty much anyone in the Western world can tell you who the contenders are for the upcoming American elections.

Quick. Who are the leaders of all five major parties here in Canada? (And considering half of the people who read this blog are Poli Sci majors, you better know the answer)

That being said, the United States will have to share the limelight with Canada because it's...

ELECTION TIMEEE.

Ohhh, yes. Parliament has been dissolved and on October 14th (like an early birthday present!) Canadians will go out and choose a new (please, oh please, be new) leader for this country.

I am definitely getting involved in this election. Stephen Harper reigning this country for almost two years is LONG ENOUGH.

And maybe Stephane Dion looks like a mouse, but at least he is on the right path about the current war, the environment (his dog's name is Kyoto for goodness sakes) and social programs.

SO REGISTER TO VOTE. Do you realize none of you voted in the last provincial election ("none of you" being the friends who read this blog)? Consider it my birthday present. :)

Just don't vote Harper.

P.S. Looking for a laugh? Check out the Conservative Party's Youtube page and view the ads currently plaguing television. And what a surprise, they have comments disabled.

Third year begins.

I'll show you mine if you show me yours! Post it in the comments, pleaseee. :)

Atcha: In Pictures.

The trip was a great success! During the five nights (four spent sleeping in my car) and 2600km these are some of the pictures that were taken.