Today I went to the registrar to get some advice about what I should do with my life. This was a complete waste of valuble time I could have been studying. Seriously, the woman wasn’t even listening to me. She just ASSUMED what my problem was the minute I said “subject post.” After that i am convinced everything turned off and she started thinking about what to make for dinner. I wanted to talk about various programs I could take based on a discussion about my interests. She explained the system to me- a system I already know cold. I know that you have to pick a specialist, two majors or a major and two minors. I know that this is not set in stone and I know that I can only take six 100 level course credits. I was with this woman for a grand total of ten minutes. 3 of those I spent explaining what a community college is. So, all on my own, this is what I’ve decided to do- I will major in Book and Media Studies with a minor in English (because I really can’t live without it), and a minor in Anthropology (because I love Indiana Jones). I’m feeling really good about this decision actually. We are back on the metaphorical train tracks after a minor derailment- but its okay, people only sustained minor injuries, no deaths occured and we will recover! Now that I know where I’m going I can start to plan how I’m going to take the publishing world by storm, starting this summer. First thing on my list: build a portfolio. I’m going to start writing pieces to submit to “The Varsity” (the what?! the university of Toronto newspaper). I know, I’m turning into Rory Gilmore, it was inevitable, we all know it. I need to brainstorm ideas for articles to also submit to “The Varsity” ( in my head I say this in a snooty voice, emphasizing the “a” so it more like “the vAAARrsity” followed by a “good man”). I need to pick my courses- this I’m super excited about. I need to take yoga (because I want to, this is totally not writing/ future related) and I need to learn to ride my bike (because its just sad and its a personal request from the BF). So, despite the efforts (or lack there of) of the registar, I am BACK BABY! YEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (wow, I’ve watched that video of Howard Dean one too many times recently). Copper Boom!