proper introduction

I never fully introduced myself.

my first name is Morgan, and this is me:




in a somewhat brooding setting. I like photography, and unfourtunatly my most re-occuring subject is myself, as I don't have the guts to ask anyone if they'd be interested in getting their picture taken by me. So, I take a lot of pictures of myself and other things like flowers... animals... boring stuff.

analysis of rut

The aforementioned rut is referring to the one I find myself in. Let's look at it from all sides, shall we:

1. Home life - undesireable, mainly attributed to an evil step mother and lack of emotional support, or outlets for expression in any real way.
2. School life - dragging on in an attempt to prove the fact that highschool really does peeve me on so many levels, and yet is completely indispensable, at least for me. Although, I have no complaints whatsoever concerning my lovely group of friends.
3. Love life - what is that? -So far on the horizon I can only wish.
4. Intrapersonal life - I'm dissatisfied with a lot of personal attributes, and also with the fact that I'm vain in that sense.

There is the grand list of ridiculously ongoing unfourtunate circumstances I pout about on a regular basis. Considering that is basicly all my worries though, that's pretty good I think. The main thing I have problems with is #1 on the list, with today providing much fuel for this rant. I truly believe that because a major major change is so close to happening I'm noticing every little annoyance that much more, and these things would not be bothering me as much if I couldn't almost taste them going away.

ah well, such is life.

a social identity

Throughout my experience as a student I've rotated through many of the stereotypical typecasts of a teenager. I've been the smart one, the rocker, the athlete, the trendy one, and the one in love to name a few. Although I've juggled different identities (or so you could say) I've never felt without a sense of integral self. The notion that one needs to "find themselves" to me is silly. Although you may not like it, you are you, always, at any moment. Phony-ness is only an idea made real by accusers. I believe it's simply another title for a weak character. There is no moment when someone can not be real, so unless reality is somehow different for me the decision to be dishonest is just as real as the decision to be truthful, and considering your decisions dictate your personilty being fake is very much real.

The phrase "keeping it real" is a pet peeve of mine. Although I agree with the statement the phrasing bothers me. The idea of real vs. fake is something I could rant about for hours.

Life, or lack of

Graduation. For many, a time for finding your place in the world and revelling in the reality you had never before imagined, although for me, it's a time for postponement of this matter. I have been given the impression that life is not truly existent to those who are still learning, and by choosing to go to university I'm accepting the next 5 years or so as a well matured drumroll to entering society. The way I see it, I should enjoy this. The working class or even the retired class are generally perceived as unsatisfied with their life and remember their school years as "the best years of their life", or so many a Hollywood movie would tell you.

Therefore as I step fresh out of grade 12 I am in preparation for the best years of my life. My post secondary education; the "post" tense.

Presently, I'm scared/nervous/excited/apprehensive for this whole new chapter to begin.