HERE I AM - THIS IS NOW - WOW

Well, I'm back. I figured what better time to get back into bloggin' than right now - while I sit alone on my first full day awake as a thirty year old in an empty Wallaceburg hotel room. Aahh! Perfect blogging conditions. The first day of the Stanley Cup Play-offs. A beautiful mid April afternoon. At the Oaks Inn, on Katie's little laptop in an out-dated, but comfy late 70's hotel room. A lot has happened since we last spoke. Or typed. Or exchanged on-line correspondences. Whatever. I've been very busy but doing nothing at all. How is that possible you ask? Well, hold your breath because I will answer you now. Before I give you a nice little list of my prior month's activities, let us stay in the present. In Wallaceburg. At first glance Wah-burg (as I and no one else like to call it) looks like your average, everyday, run-of-the-mill South western Ontario farming town. But it is anything but and more. Or less? There are many more natives (or is it aboriginals, or Indians?), large tractors hogging the road, mohawks, road-engulfing smoke and road-side smokes (the last three perhaps b/c of the 'burg's proximity to Walpole Island?). The beer store never closes and neither the bus nor train come through. What a place. And the Oaks Inn is even better. The room is outfitted with late 70's -> early 80's beige and yellow everything, such as: dressers with digital clock radios/kleenex & toilet paper dispensers built into them, stoves built into mini fridges built into sinks. And for some reason there is the bottom half of a blender sitting on the night table beside the bed. You never know when you're going to want to make a smoothie but aren't able to. Talk about options. Wow. And that's not all. The television is actually sitting on a swivelled television stand. Awesome. Totally. The salt-water pool and sauna area are magical, though the sauna isn't hot enough. For a guy who can sweat profusely in a cooler packed solid with frozen meat - I need more heat. Moving on. The hotel pub is amazing. Simply. Complete with salad bar, Kent County's first ever big screen TV and thirty year old stained pennants tacked to wooden panel walls. Needless to say, I felt quite at home there. And the two dollar pints and friendly bartender didn't hurt either. Now it is list time. In the past two weeks since I have last bloginated I have: Moved back to 96 Lansdowne Ave. (the third and last time says the for sale sign on the front lawn), applied for and went to my first 'real' interview related to my degree, wrote my last exam (hence the communications studies-like 'view), and last essay. That is all for now. Catch me soon for some more semi-sort-of-up-to-date entries on my life as a person. Bye.