If I were to tell you my entire life's been building towards this moment would you believe me?

If I were to tell you that I've done things, things that I know would turn out horrible, things that would push me to my limits and to newer depths, just to know I could do them?

I've done nothing but think about moving to Vancouver since before any of you started reading this. I've wanted to move there since I was sixteen and there hasn't been a day in my life where I haven't thought about being there.

Blog or no blog.

But I'll save the blogmance for later. That's right, I just coined my own phrase. Blog + romance = blogmance.

I should get it copyrighted so I get a nickel every time someone says it.

Also, I've decided that I'm going to start posting more photos. I miss the days when I used to. Don't you?

I miss the days when I used to just take pictures. I used to love it, I used to sneak disposable cameras into shows to take pictures. I used to walk all over Fredonia, campus and town. I used to even take pictures of random stupid stuff and I have an entire photo folder named just that.

Responsibility can really destroy all the fun in life can't it?

I'm never going to grow up. I'm going to remember when Toys'R'us was a place you begged your mom to take you. When the ninja turtles and x-men were still amazing cartoons. When you listened to the oldies radio station and they didn't play stuff you grew up on.

When Guns'N'Roses and Metallica didn't suck.

When kissing a girl was still... blech.

When your imagination still ran wild with things that would be given a rating of less than X.

When you played Tony Hawk's Pro Skater and it inspired you to take up the sport?
Or when you dyed your hair blond... boy, those were the days.

Or when your hairline wasn't starting to recede and your mom didn't tell you she hates the way you look with short hair now?


Yeah, those were the days.