So, I’ve had the wonderful experience of getting my computer repaired the past two weeks… this is the second time in the span of 3 months and I’ve had this computer for less than a year, needless to say, I am not pleased. As it is, right now I’ve been looking for a job, which has been a bit of a pain, but I’m not going to complain too much. I just want to find something that will make me more competitive when applying for grad school. Right now, I kind of feel as though I’m in a state of limbo, I’ve graduated and I thought I’d be happier about it, but instead, I just feel like I’ve stepped off the edge of a cliff into a void of some unknown depth. I realize that this sounds pretty cliché, but I guess the whole idea of graduating and being thrust into life just reminded me that I really have no idea what I’m doing with my life or where I am going. I graduated with a good GPA, but it still all feels rather pointless. I suppose it may just be the good old existential crisis, anxiety, and depression speaking.

I just got back from vacation with my family, so I’m going to try to post more often. We visited the Niagara Falls, both on the Canadian and American sides. I was actually surprised to find that the Canadian side is far more commercial than the American side, it just seems as though it should be reversed. I was able to spend some quality time with my niece, although she rarely goes more than 20 minutes without being on her phone; not that I can really say much I spend a lot of time on my phone as well.

A question I have is how do you feel about commercialism? Do you think there are benefits or do you think that commercialism, such as the kind at the Niagara Falls are a form of exploitation of resources? Other than that, I don’t really have much to report right now, if anyone has questions feel free to ask in the comments. Furthermore, if anyone has any ideas for a discussion feel free to give me suggestions.
(I am certainly no photographer, but here are some pictures of the Niagara Falls)

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