excitingness.

Yup. That's me. Good ol' Yukon Cornelius. The one and only thing I know regarding the Yukon. That and that the area code is 867, I think I blogged about that once.
Well, as a conclusion to my now second annual frantic search for a summer adventure to minimize my own pathetic-ness slash prevent me from sitting on my ass and making smoothies in Montreal all summer, I got myself a job in the Yukon. It seems like a terribly obscure and hilarious place to go, mostly because, well, it kind of is. But I'm really stoked. I just have no idea how to dress out there. Or how to act. But I'll figure it out. It will be awesome and Canadian and ridiculous. Yay!