March, the month that will never end.

I don't know about the most of you, but in my limited experience march has been the month that has never ended. It's not the weather although to many I imagine that it could be; however the way I see March is that it's the month that is not fucking ending AT ALL. Perhaps it is because I have my first full-time job at a restaurant in the Lower Mainland. Perhaps instead of the thrill of learning something new, honing my skills and forever being in a state of rookieness being over; I currently have a almost machine like quality of going to work each day. This does make the days feel shorter by some extent but also very similar where time doesn't seem to pass...just a groundhog day for the all of us.

I don't know. Bookended for the month of March is my venture into the culinary arts. 1 year of 7am-1pm weekdays which are probably going to be the easiest classes ever since art class. I'm not nervous by any extent, but the lack of anticipation certainly makes the month of march feel longer because I am NOT counting the days to the beginning of my courses. Instead I'm feel like I'm switching one work for another.

We'll see. March 08' is officially the longest march in my recent experience. A March where it felt miserable and bloated, useless and hardly the transition into spring that we need. It's a fucking block that with every day seemed like a mere chip to sending it away from us. I can't wait for March to be over but for all I know it might be starting over again. Groundhog Month, what a way to be cursed.