Okay okay I'm sorry

In case anyone actually reads this, I just want to apologize for my writings as of late. I am pretty much only letting off 'academic steam' as they say, and I really am not taking any interest in what I'm actually putting down, know what I'm sayin'?
So, some news:

1. My schizophrenic great uncle John passed away a couple of weeks ago, and before his blood was even cold a good bunch family members came to loot the house: his car, his tools, his lawnmower(s), his TV (that great aunt Sophia took the last time he was in the hospital, but he didn't die, so she had to bring it back)...classy. My dad says it comes from being dirt poor when they were kids, and somehow they think that if they take their dead brother's stuff their poverty memories will be washed away forever by having the wealth of a used car. I totally don't get that, and no one in my family thought any of this was a problem until my dad was like, "Hey, you guys...he JUST died. Like TWO days ago. And you don't even know if you have the latest copy of the will."
So everyone stopped looting but really, why stop now? The house is apparently pretty empty already - and on the bright side, I'm pretty sure John wasn't ever attached to his possessions. (This is a true story)

2. Pretty much every conversation I have with anyone I know about what I want to do with my life, I say "I HAVE NO IDEA!!!" And then I say something about how I'd really like to help Natasha & Aaron at the Studio Society (non-profit arts programmes for people in the DTES), because I am really excited about what they're doing and I really want to get people excited about writing.
So anyway, I'm walking down the street (in the DTES, funny?) and I get a phonecall. It's a Saturday. It's Natasha! And she offers me a job. With the Studio Society. To help facilitate workshops, do some administration and to possibly help with the publishing.
!!!!!!!!!!!
It's only a few hours a week, but I can't tell anyone how happy I am. This is keeping my blood flowing during the midterm funk (? err). And it may be very temporary, but that honestly doesn't matter. I'm sitting in my first (attendance to be overflowing!) workshop tomorrow night...again, very excited.

Now I'm off to write a midterm I didn't really study for because I was too busy text messaging about how in Quebec it's legal to marry a 12-yr-old. And whether or not it was okay for Jerry Lee Lewis to marry a 13-yr-old when he was 23. A 13-yr-old who was his cousin.