This house feels so empty. I spent the better part of the day reinventing my room by unloading all my dorm stuff, rearranging furniture and getting rid of Grade Six clothing (which I'm wondering if was a good idea, considering that my closet and drawers are practically empty -- still, that Daffy Duck shirt and unattractive black cords were becoming a fashion liability). Also moved the bed, and compared to my residence room it feels like there's enough room to do yoga, ballet, or something else requiring vast expanses of hardwood floor. But who am I kidding? It was a really lonely day.
I managed to get a hold of an old friend of mine from high school for awhile; she's taking (another) year off school to work at Waterton National Park, which should be fun to hear about if her last stint there is anything to go by. I'm just stoked that she lives close, will be around for a few more days, and most importantly, now has a car. Living in the middle of nowhere provides the strongest argument I've come across yet for why those gas-guzzling, ozone-depleting machines are worth every square inch of carbon monoxide pumped into the atmosphere. I missed one of my best friend's house party in East Van tonight. I hang my head in shame.
Tomorrow's already pencilled out as devoted to finding a summer job (crossing fingers for Starbucks -- the secret of great coffee shall be mine!), which means I get to be more depressive than usual! Mix that with a looming 20th birthday and no mobility, and the summer's really starting to shape up. And I miss Dan. Not to worry: cuamin linduva yassen megrille once again, if I have anything to do with it.
I managed to get a hold of an old friend of mine from high school for awhile; she's taking (another) year off school to work at Waterton National Park, which should be fun to hear about if her last stint there is anything to go by. I'm just stoked that she lives close, will be around for a few more days, and most importantly, now has a car. Living in the middle of nowhere provides the strongest argument I've come across yet for why those gas-guzzling, ozone-depleting machines are worth every square inch of carbon monoxide pumped into the atmosphere. I missed one of my best friend's house party in East Van tonight. I hang my head in shame.
Tomorrow's already pencilled out as devoted to finding a summer job (crossing fingers for Starbucks -- the secret of great coffee shall be mine!), which means I get to be more depressive than usual! Mix that with a looming 20th birthday and no mobility, and the summer's really starting to shape up. And I miss Dan. Not to worry: cuamin linduva yassen megrille once again, if I have anything to do with it.
