We're the heirs to the glimmering world

Last week I purchased a mobile that is not broken. In my subsequent careless days I lost said mobile on an adventure down in the valley. A few gloomy gloamings later I receive a call: "Come collect your phone. West Ancaster." I arrive at some swank country abode with much land. Much land. The lady of the land hands returns my phone. Further the lady laments: " My land. I'm seeking someone to tend my land. Mulch. Cut. Hoe." Such a blatant slap-in-the-face blessing, I am obliged to tend the land. I begin to maintain the estate this week. Beat.

Today is celebratory because Anne of Green Gables was published a century ago. Children were drag racing in the streets of Uxbridge in honour of Montgomery's tenure in our quaint township all those years ago. I say this because my Mother essentially dined with Sarah Polley on a silver afternoon earlier this month. I really say all this because someone once told me a story about Polley: in short, in the era of the first gulf war, she attended some banquet adorning a large peace sign. Disney demanded that our heroin remove the controversial sign, which was clearly in conflict with Mickey's and Daisy's political posture. The Golden One refused and the Disney Company became quite miffed and she left Road to Avonlea. Beat.

The Fall Semester
Western History: feel pain.
Biology: morphine cannot alleviate the symptoms from this one.
PED: Irukandji syndrome epitomized!
French: my God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
I cannot continue! Death would become of me.

For the winter semester, I am tentatively planning to study elsewhere other than this odious province I now inhabit. Likely a more agreeable province. Europe is stale and I've imposed sanctions on the States. But this would be my fourth Letter of Permission from Redeemer and the Registrar is a bona fide frigger and he may not allow me to pursue the courses I desire. Ideally my degree will be completed in December '09. A degree attained in three years. Only one thing stands in my way: the very school I am trying to graduate from.