The smokestacks are only getting holier by the minute

Hoooooooommmmmmmmeeeeeee!!!!!
weird, home. My puppy remembered me, which is a relief.
Other than that though, I feel like a bit of a stranger. I know it's my house, and I treat it as such, but it's just so...weird.
Anywho....that's it. I thought I had more interesting things to say.
HAHA INTERESTING THINGS OH CHRIS HOW NAIVE HAVE YOU GOTTEN?

Holy smokestacks

K. So.
Katimavik is over. that was fast. Can 6 months be fast? I don't know. But it felt pretty fast for 6 months.
I think it felt so fast because we did so much stuff that I started to forget the first bit of stuff we did, thus erasing it from memory and from time signifigance. I forget a lot of stuff about what I've done. But I think the important stuff has stuck, which is good.
My journal is next to useless to remind me, as I wrote in it very sparcely. and it was mostly spur-of-the-moment poetry.
Poetry about all that cruddy touchy feeling "ooh these are my sentiments wah" poetry.
I should get a livejournal for these things.
I'll be the next Chris Crocker.
Chris McCrocker. it has a nice ring to it
LEAVE THE OLSEN TWINS ALONE!!
crack cocaine ain't so bad, you guys.
someone get be a blanket, stat.
Anyway.
it feels real weird not being in katimavik. it's such a strange lifestyle there, and I've only been out of it for about 12 hours, and I'm not even home, but it's still so weird.
Whatever. I'm glad to be doin' what I'm doin'.
I got 500 dollars cash in my pocket, a ride out to montreal, a place to stay, and a whole lot of partying to do with my little french lady.
should be a good time.