A Ukulele and a Dog Named Bailey

Hello, I must apologize for my lack of recent posts. I was busy. Huzzah. So alot of stuff has been going on, but to keep it simple, I've been having fun, an I took up Ukulele. I got a job at Jazz Fest, which should be boring for a while, but good. I'm being placed at the desk to answer phone calls and ticket orders once everybody has gone home for the evening, which sounds somewhat boring/lonely, but when I get to festival, I'll be working keeping musicians happy, which should be fun. I went to a few Loeb Centre dances, and according to Kate, I was sexually touched at one. So I need to say something. THis years Blues Fest line-up is amazing. White Stripes, Gogol Bordello, Bob Dylan, Danny Michel, Metric, Steve Miller Band, and more which I'm forgetting. If you have the funds, buy tickets now. Because this is going to be a fucking awesome festival. I'm honestly quite psyched for Blues Fest. Anyways, I watched Blood Diamond yesterday, and that got me thinking. It's easy enough to just say I'm never going to buy a diamond, but what about more usual things, such as oil, which almost everyone uses to work their car. This somewhat makes me upset, because I can't figure out what to do to not support violence, but it's hard. I'm looking into fuel alternatives, or ways to ensure our oil is Canadian. But I know it still won't be perfect, and there's still a chance that we're buying dirty resources, no matter how hard we try.