I was sent from the ether.

Holy crap, man. It's funny about my last blog post. I think I talked about feeling some huge void. The next day I felt great, and it's been awesome ever since. Band had our first show, and it went quite well. And we've got two more shows lined up, with undetermined dates. In my poetry world, holy crap are things getting real. I've been asked to go to a school next Friday and do a little bit with grade sixes about poetry, I've been asked to do a show that should have a very wonderful outcome, and I've been asked to do poetry in the raw. I tied for second in tonight's Slam, which is my best placing in Victoria, and it's all really amazing. Who'd have thought I'd be doing this all within a year of graduation? Either way, it rocks. Now all I need is a job... still waiting on word from Adrenaline. I'm gonna stop in tomorrow, and see what's up. Hopefully something good is cookin'! Moving out still looms on my mind... I'm throwing my whole family into not really disarray... but definitely a strange state and it's got me a little frustrated. It'd be nice if I could just pack up and leave, but I guess moving out is a big decision for a reason. It'll really be my life, or so I hope. I don't know what is on the other side, but I look forward to it. A lot. I'm feeling really good right now. Slams, and Tongues of Fire always leave me refreshed and feeling re-energized. Just so wonderful. I miss love, a lot. I think in all of my wanting to be with girls, and being all caught up in them, and caught up in my own issues, and just worry and being down and out about everything really took my realization of love away from me. I want it back, and I mean, maybe tomorrow morning will be the morning to start it. Maybe it won't. All I know is the wheel is gonna start turning, and watch out when it does, because shit will go down. The best shit of my life.