"I wish I could do better by you, because that's what you deserve"

Oh my, how I've missed you, dear blog.

But I've got my reasons for being slack... and if you'll indulge me, I shall inform the faithful reader as to why. Actually, if you've been a faithful reader, you should pretty much know why I haven't been updating it as much as you might be accustomed to.

My sister's home for a visit. We haven't done anything special. We don't need to. I'm just happy being around her. She's such a ray of sunshine in my life, and I love her oh so dearly. The fact that she's gonna be a mother just makes her that much more special to me.
It's still not real that she's gonna have a baby. She's six months along, she's got a huge belly, she's put on weight, blah blah blah, she's bought baby clothes...
But it still hasn't hit me that my baby sister's gonna have a baby. Man, it's a real trip, I tell ya. I cannot wait to hold the little one in my arms and feed her.
Change her diaper.
Tell her that fart jokes are really really funny, no matter what her mother says.

I know she's gonna be like me. I feel it, just like I knew deep in my heart that Heidi was gonna have a little girl the minute she told me I was gonna be an uncle. I'd call it mother's intuition, but I'm not a mother. Some have called me a motherfucker, but that's not exactly the same thing.


The treadmill is still kicking my ass. I upped the ante to a light jog yesterday, and even though my legs hurt, I feel like a million and a half bucks. I need to work on my lungs, because, well, I smoked for ten years and that totally fucked my ass.
The funny thing is, it seems like only my calves are getting the work out. I haven't felt that "burn" in my thighs like I figured I would for the jogging. Maybe I'm not taking big enough strides.
I'll up the speed on the treadmill tomorrow.
All in all, I will look grrrrreat when I move back to the city. I cannot deny the fact that my body is finally gonna match my face.

Yep, that was a little conceited. But hey, I'm a good lookin' guy. I can be conceited if I wanna be. If anyone disagrees, well, that's cool.

And once again, it's time for my obligatory mention of how excited I am to move back to the city. The fact that I haven't had much luck in finding a one bedroom place does suck, but I can't let that get me down. I don't think anything could possibly get me down. I've been on cloud nine-and-a-half since I got 100% confirmation about my acceptance to MUN.
I know I've said it before, but I feel like I can say it again... I am finally doing something with my life. Finally.
Matthew Baker isn't gonna let his mind go to waste anymore.

Gone are the days of smoking/drinking/fucking whatever I could.

To anyone who's ever said positive thinking doesn't yield positive results, well I say they must've been skull-fucked and had someone cum on their brain.

I haven't mentioned this in awhile, but I owe a lot of this moderate level of personal success to The monk who sold his ferrari. I urge anyone who's having a hard time in their life to pick up this book and read it. You don't have to apply each of the seven principles discussed, but you owe it to yourself to at least listen to Robin Sharma. He is a fascinating individual, and his approach to positivity is refreshing to no end. To say the book has changed my life for the better would be a grand understatement.

And back to St. John's... I have much to look forward to. Much. A lot. Many things. People, new friends, candy, the odd joint, maybe even some mushrooms.
I've considered doin' acid again, to be honest. In the end, I'll probably just get really stoned once or twice. A year.
Not a week.
Or a day.

Nope.



You remember how I said I was really fuckin' lonely a couple of blogs back? I think that was pretty much the theme of February. My loneliness.
Well, I honestly don't feel that anymore. I can say with 100% certainty that I'm at peace with myself. I'm content with life. Since I deleted a select few people off my FB friends list, it seems like a cloud that's been hanging over my head for the last year has finally disappeared. I don't mean this as an insult to anyone. Please understand that.
But I did what I had to do.

And, well, I am on top of the world. I'll continue to be this way until I take my last breath.