It's funny how being somewhere else can make desirable things you once disliked. Here I am sinking in a soup of Southern Ontario monotony and dreaming of North Albertan banality. The size of a city has a large effect on the people that populate them. What I once took for granted is something I can only dream of here. That's not to say that here is not just as valid as there. In fact well I'm not sure. I'm in fact at a loss for what to do. I should solve that. There must be something worthwhile...I'm not talking about all ages night at the local dance-club. That...well I can only imagine how insufferably filthy that place would make me feel. I imagine it as a sort Roxy with half the class and where no-one's over 13. Gross, eh?