I Wanna Be a Minority

I briefly considered being too depressed about the election results to get out of bed this morning. Problem was, I was already out of bed and honestly, politically-motivated depression just doesn't seem like a good enough reason to get undressed and crawl back into bed in the middle of the day. Also, it occurs to me that a minority Conservative government isn't going to get anything passed--assuming, of course, we don't have another vote of non-confidence, say, next week and jump into another election cycle. So I'll have to content myself with wearing drab colours and moping. Of course, I was feeling a little out of sorts yesterday, so I did my fair share of moping then, too. Michelle, a History MA student who also has an office in Bleak House, told me that statistically-speaking, January 23rd is the most depressing day of the year. Then Rob, an Eglish MA student said that he's had way more depressing days. Then it snowed yesterday and I felt better. Turns out, snow doesn't stay on the ground for months and months in Nova Scotia. It's only snowy for a few days--a week or two at the most--then it rains, and everything's all green again. Like winter in intervals. I can handle that, even with Stephen Harper in power.
Does it seem off to anyone else that Canada has 3 centre-left parties--one of which is corrupt, the other, hopelessly idealistic, and the third only represents one province--and only one right-wing party?
Oh, and by the way, it felt really, really weird, not being one of only 7 people in my riding voting NDP. I live in Alexa-land now.

I Like the Fog.

I thought it would make me feel claustrophobic. But it actually seems very soft, almost gentle. The streetlights make pretty haloes in the fog.

Her Name is Hana

because I had just finished reading In the Skin of a Lion for my TA class, and Morag's name was Morag because I'd just read The Diviners. And I'm not an environmental nightmare. Hana's engine isn't much bigger than Morag's was, and I just drive into the Mumford bus terminal in Halifax's West end, then I take the bus to school from there. And I have a cell phone, but it's a safety cell phone in case something happens when Hana and I are driving home alone on the highway, and my palm pilot is socond-hand--no, third-hand, actually, because Trent bought it from my friend Neil last year, then Trent gave it to me when his work got him a new one, and I never whip 'er out in public and start pretentiously nerding around on it, I just use it to record when my assignments and stuff are due. And I will start volunteering again and maybe even doing some acting when my course work is over, because I just don't have time right now.

I'm still me.