I just got a letter from "past me" today. I started writing letters to myself on FutureMe.org about a million years ago, it feels like. Every few years, I get a letter from myself. Here are some excerpts from 3 years ago.

The end of the letter:
I'll again be sending this to you 3 years down the road... Very close to the all-fateful 2012. Nostra-damned-us, didn't he? I'm scared about the world. I don't like the bad predictions about 2012 being this ominous year... I have decided that it will simply be the dawning of a new age. Maybe the tempestuous future of the earth will not be the end, but merely a shakeup. The world has had so many disasters in the last few years, that I don't even think that all the trouble can be rolled into one year... it seems more that the hell has been drawn across an era, and perhaps it will adjust our equilibrium and right the course onto which we have sadly stumbled.

I do want frantically for a better world. The economy is crumbling, and the world is falling into a deep recession (thanks, Bushie)... Depression looms in shades of overbearing blue and desperate red on the horizon, and yet governments keep stalling, keep tripping over their bureaucracy and party-politics, and they accomplish little... My nerves itch as even temporary solutions dissolve and the sides of the hole get slick with the sweat of an anxious people. If the hole is too deep and the sides are too steep and the walls are too wet, then we can never leave... Not until everyone has ceased to sweat, and the inside of the earth swells to catapult us out of our abyss.

Here is hoping that the world is a better place... That life is on the upswing.... That your love is strong... That you have continued to travel and adventure and explore and trek across this globe... That you are defiant in the face of a bleak future and you construct some kind of personal success... That your cat stays beautiful and black and healthy... That you find the money to visit your brother once he starts working in Botswana or Zambia after his guiding course he will eventually start... That you never have a red reaction or yellow reaction or any reaction to tattoo ink and that you are covered with more beautiful relics by the time we next meet... That your stomach pain goes away... That you learn to drive better in the snow... That next year you sell your beloved fixed gear bike for something with speeds and thick wheel so to use in winter and up Mont-Royal... That your nut allergies magically dissolve... That you get approved for an Australian work & holiday visa.... That you take a beautiful 2 week vacation in Grenada or some other equally intriguing and not-so-commercial island... that Nicaragua finds itself on someone's list of places to go so you go together... That the fighting stops and your friends come home safely... That your family stays intact and that love conquers all...

As mom wrote to me this morning,
At least we still have wine.

Time to top that. Writing to a future me-- in hopes that the earth doesn't melt down and I'll still be around to read it!

Holy shit, the big day fast approaches!
TOMORROW IS MY LAST DAY OF UNIVERSITY.
I'm not sure I believe it....

I've really slacked on my blog and just kind of slapped it with negative rants. Sorry, ladies n gents.

Anyway, I've got cool stuff coming up. I'm going home for a few weeks to help my mama - she just had a surgery. I'm going to sublet my brother's apartment for a few months to save up some extra cash and take my time to get a place... then I'm heading to NYC. Home sweet motha fuckin home!!!!

I got a haircut that I love love love. If you're in Montreal, check out Danny at Salon Helmet. He was seriously the best and I let him rock those scissors! It is so great when a hairdresser can feel your vibe and just make you look how imagine you should look, ahhaha.

One of my best buds is watching Lemon-dog for a few days. Poor little guy is all shaken up. He'll be ok though <3

I have to finish a paper due tomorrow. The crazy things that have been going on have side-tracked me a bit. I've almost almost done. I think I'm going to be a page short, but c'est la vie. It's all gonna be ok!

ALSO.
My friends are thoroughly excellent. I say this a lot. I'm going to miss the FUCK out of my friends here but I've got some great people in NY too, and hopefully I'll meet some new and amazing people also... My English is falling apart, too much writing in French... Good bye for now!!!

Big changes coming, big changes coming

I think I'm going to apply for a doctoral program... Deadlines loom heavily.
I'm considering just apply for a master's, but hell... what's a few years and a bucket load of extra hard work?

These weeks have been interesting. So many people have confirmed their identities, in a sense; true colors have become blatantly visible. I have some really fucking fantastic friend, and thank hell for them! I have some really fucking shitty people around me too. I'm done with toxicity. Done done done. Once again, severing ties and moving the fuck on.

I don't know where to go or what to do next. I'm trying a few different things and I'll see what catches.

If you haven't done it yet, check out my set in member review.


Cheers.

Things have just changed SO dramatically I'm not sure what I should even do.
I guess I've failed at promoting my new set... La Cartomancienne... shot by Dwam


Either way...
Whatever....
Things all happen for a reason
And everything is ok in the end.

I taught my dog how to give me high-five!

In the last week, 2 people I know have passed away. Very weird how it tends to come in pairs.

I also have the most intimidating presentation to do at a conference this week. It's long. It's complicated. It's in French. It's political. And. Um. I'm fucking panicking. I'm totally prepared, way in advance, and I'm still... um. PANICKING.

Yea. Kinda feeling low.

Check it out.
La Cartomancienne - new set in review

Yea, you wanna.
I'm working on a blog but I won't be posting a link until I've made a little more progress.
Said progress likely won't be made for a few weeks as the end of school is really nuts.
Is it really reasonable to have an exam or paper due every day? Yea? Grand.
Meh, I'm making it through. I just wish I had fewer oral presentations. I suck at them- I can be totally prepared, well-informed, ready... And I CHOKE, literally CHOKE, I can't talk! I fall over the simplest words, forget what I'm talking about, complete blanks... It's really terrible.... and for those watching, terribly amusing, I'm sure.

You probably want to see the little dog-monster we brought home from the SPCA a few weeks ago, right?

This is him in the SPCA visiting room. I have loads more photos of what a shaggy mess he was-- all matted and FILTHY! But the cutest thing.


So we gave him a not-so-pro haircut and a nice bath!


He's a playful and curious little bugger.


And despite her complaining she didn't want a terrier, "wahhhhh I want a pug!" , the other-half totally adores him.


His name is Lemmy, which evolved into ... his name is Lemmy short for Lemon. Graziella my lovecat doesn't adore him yet. But she will. OH she will

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The last weeks of my studies are here. The end of a BA program-- felt like this would never come. Not quite there but damn close. And BROKE! Damn, I've never been this broke.

In other news, la Cartomancienne.... my new set in member review. Check 'er out!

I have a new set in member review, shot by Dwam when she was in town this fall.

Go check it out and leave your feedback ? xx

(I'll be taking down my older member review sets quite soon, so go take a last peek at them!)