Holy smokes.

So my weekend was amazing. The Potholes with Ben/Cody/Alex were wonderful. We hiked around for a few hours, and went in the water. They all swam down the potholes for awhile, and I couldn't as I can't swim, so I just stayed back and hung out. Before they trekked down the river, we decided to have a little poetry read. So I read a couple poems, and Ben recited his. I loved his poems a lot, they were so awesome. The anticipation was totally worth it. Then we started to talk about loud poems and stuff, and I've got a couple of those, and after we talked, I was just itching to recite mine. So I asked, and everyone was down, so I stood up and just went nuts. I read "Champion of Nothing", and it was incredible. When I got to the part on fear, and nothing stopping up, I was speaking at the top of my lungs. I could hear my voice echoing off of the potholes back at me. After I was done reading, I was shaking. It was so incredible, I just completely lost myself in my words. I realized that like... my voice adjusts to the size of the room, and there's no walls at the potholes, so I was just shouting my words to the world. It was such a freeing experience. So then they swam, and I walked down to the next little area, and just hung out, climbed on the rocks with them a little and the like. Then I just chilled on this one little beach by myself, and it was super super nice. Came home, hung around, and it was super chill. Such an awesome day. Right now, though, I feel like crap. I'm tired, feeling really rushed and stressed for some reason. I don't know why, but it sucks. I have to go to work, and I'm not stoked at all. I do not like canvassing in Esquimalt. The feeling of that place is just really eerie and incomplete to me. Whatever, work is work, as they all say. Work is bullshit.

Be well.