And it has to do with me, this homepage, and what I'm doing right now. Why is it that I write things on here and post them for people to read? What I feel at a particular moment seems to want to spread itself onto paper because perhaps that's where I best understand it. How odd though, that I feel relief after sharing my deepest thoughts with notepad (I don't use one of those fancy html creators, I do it all manually and make my OWN script..thank you very much), ftp and a web browser. Oh and anyone else who reads whats up here.

Allow me to introduce myself. I come from a little wee town, not too far from Toronto, up in the Northern area's they'd say. I've been here nearly three years (2.5 to be more percise). I've had some depressing moments (more than a few) and then some not so depressing moments (rare but noteworthy). I guess I've grown up here. Grown up in a sense that I've developed character. I've created a person I like and respect. I never really had that before. It's interesting how feelings can change for one's self. Sometimes I'm proud and on top of the world. Other times I'm forced to look at myself and re-evaluate everything.

Right now I'd say I'm pretty much content. I can't help wondering sometimes...

we're all so...
Sex vs Religion
Ya. So There
Where I will go