Alright, you want more? Fine then. I'm blogging again. Whiny little bastards, all of you. I actually meant to get around to this earlier, but that doesn't seem to matter as far as how much stuff I actually get done. Biggest news of late is when I went to BC for my brother's wedding. I had an absolutely wonderful time there. Honestly, if I won the lottery or something like that, I would leave here so fast. I love the weather in the Okanagan, the scenery of all kinds, absolutely everything about it. Except for the economy, of course. ya, that's it. I knew there was a reason I was in Alberta. Going back to BC reminded me even more of how much I need to do something with my life. I don't know why that is, but I realize over and over how much I need change. I think about what a raving nutcase I'll be if I spend the rest of my life doing what I'm doing now - living in a crappy house in a crappy part of town, doing pointless work.
So I'm still sort of researching going overseas to teach esl. I think I'd love to do something like that, and I think it'd be a "real job". I just hate change so much, and I really hate moving.
Realized the other day how much I dislike this part of the city. More and more every day, I dislike it. If I wasn't planning on leaving the country, I'd move out on my own in a second. This place (area of town, more than the house) is such a freaking hole. Backwater, crimeridden, buttugly bottomfeeding hole.
Um.. what else is there to talk about. Dang, i had a whole bunch of stuff, and now I can't remember any of it. um.. got a ton of good books I need to start reading. Need to get rid of crap if I'm going to move out sometime soon. ugh. I hate doing that. Wish I had more to talk about than complaining about how annoyed I am with my life. I'm working six days a week at the moment, and I've been doing that for a month or two now. I'm getting really sick of it. Literally, sometimes. At first I thought it was great, cuz I could make lots of money. Seems I value my sanity as much as I do money. So, supervisors at work told me I'd be back to five as soon as everyone was back from holidays and whatnot. I rather doubt that, just knowing how reliable some of the high mucky mucks are about giving people what they need. Of course I guess you may not know about that. Suffice it to say that the scheduling is... ah, unpredictable, to say the least.
So, is this what you wanted? Don't worry too much about my caustic tone, it's not serious. I actually wish I wrote more. Wait, no. I don't wish I did, but I want to want to write more. Like so many things I do, or don't do.
Now go away.