sporadic fulfilment

normal folks would be doing a year's end retrospective-type thingie right about now

new year's eve & i have no plans for celebrating. i don't even miss my family because there's not much there for me to miss; i'd rather be cold & lonely in new york. feel my muthafuckin' angsty-teen woefulness. (i'm technically not a teenager anymore, what with being 20 & all...i still don't feel grown up. i really should just own up to being an emo-bitch instead of clinging to the excuse of highschool naivete & "hormones.")

i have still not put my stickers up because life is currently very distracting & i'll go deface the east village & surrounding 'bohemian' areas at around sunrise today/-night when the streets empty out a bit although i've been telling myself that for the past 3 days.

love/lust/restlessness makes one do inexplicable things: i'm gonna be flying back to small, cold halifax with its lone streetcorner jazzman & picturesque mailboxes tuesday evening to spend a few days while figuring out my next destinations.

i'm thinking of going out to vancouver on the west coast of canada (new york's still the best [i'm coming back in the summertime] & i plan to die in manhattan, but it would be nice to be back in a country where i can be legally employed & old enough to buy booze...) & spending the next several months working my way back to the east coast.

with any luck, i'll have done enough maturing to give art school/formal education another go by then.

(how cool would it be if i stickered & drank my way across canada & recorded it here?)

i guess i'm not sorry at all regarding the slacking off in terms of the number of blog-posts i've been/will be putting up -- now, not only do i actually have Things To Do, but as i don't have my laptop with me, i can only be bothered to access the internet sporadically; my attention span is so short that a couple of days seems enough like forever that i'll most likely post something once a week.

until next year,

posted by malachi trizec @ 9:00 p.m.