Empty Cage

Every single year on my birthday I take to the internet for some brief lonely reflection on the year that has passed me by. I usually do this one one of my thirty million blogs, and so, if I may, I’ll dub this Mad Hattery’s first blog of me being an old coot full of traditionality et cetera. It’s strange trying to look at a year as to how it treated you. Given my deep phobia of time in general it’s weird that I’d do something like this. But I’m digressing because I don’t want to do homework.

Twenty was a good year. Way more laid back than 19 which was like being shot out of a cannon in about a hundred different ways. Things got done at twenty, decisions were made, plans were laid and I finally got a bit of a glimpse at what I wanted to be when I grew up. I may not have been gallivanting across Europe like an heiress, but I worked my ass of and am starting to love the idea of learning again after breaking out of the deathly boring classes that made up my first year.

Twenty was the growth of maturity needed to get me through the rest of my life, and despite the mountains of neuroses I still nurse I think my twentieth year was one that chilled me out immensely. I stopped hiding out in the whole “I am miserable,” and gave myself a nice forward thinking “I probably hate you, but I’m sure you’ll get over it,” attitude towards others. It’s working, and though I’ve alienated a hell of a lot of people who I used to be close to with this attitude I feel way less exposed to the elements this way. Or at least weird. I’m happier fuck ‘em.

I’m now a Philosophy/Computer Science double major, and I’m telling everyone. I am so happy with this combo!

I think I’ve probably made it pretty obvious by now that I am a lazy web designer if not properly kicked into action either by guilt or exclusively due to complete indignation. I’ve been known to approach websites in waves, and get extremely hung up in the design phase. This probably explains why Hattery has been sporting the always svelte Kubrick layout for over a week now. I was sort of on to something at one point, but got crippled when I realized I left the navigation out.

So, I decided a post that involved an excuse was in order while I stall my way through getting something halfway to decent up on these fine internets. To be fair, the two other domains that moved onto my hosting onto the Christmas Break (that being Amber and Emma’s websites) have both also not yet emerged, so I’m not the only slow butterfly in the family.

As for another excuse, I also started classes this week and have been forced to run around the University of Ottawa’s campus like a maniac for a few days. I’m trying to think of more excuses but I’m at a loss. I also have to get a bus pass which reminds me of a rant that I feel bubbling in my stomach on those cold Ottawa mornings when I have to wait for the number five bus to trumdle along.

I am starting to suspect there is no 5.