Dear myuute :

I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it when your dwarf bit me under a state of trance and I saw you carve your initials into my avocado plant. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that there is no solution to this. I'm returning the couch cushions to you, but I'll keep the results of your blood sample as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked a new life as a clone .

Good luck on your short term release from jail,
Arkensis


stolen from industria

Greed:	High
Gluttony:	High
Wrath:	Very High
Sloth:	Medium
Envy:	Medium
Lust:	Very High
Pride:	High

Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

Steel'd from Eva.

I'm on my way back to Halifax!
Yay me! :D

I just spent the last week in preparation for my return/departure. Quit my job on Monday, and worked until Friday to make extra cash. My grandparents came down, and so did my aunt, so I got to see them one more time before I leave (the next time will be on our way to Hawaii in December). I also saw all of my friends that were still around, and so I'm pretty well set to leave. Even packing won't take long....it's strange how short summer was this year for me, but I guess its okay.

Now just to get off the waitlist for NSCC so that I don't have to go back to Dalhousie. Sure, it might not be a bad thing, but I think I'll learn more at NSCC than at Dalhousie, at least for what I want to do right now.

Oh well. Fly out tomorrow. Let the rest of life come as it will. I'm free again!

In case there's anyone that might happen across my eljay on the interwebs, you should totally be checking out the Bleeding Pixels podcast.

I'm bleeding pixels...are you ?.

Like the title says, my life is on a waitlist right now. An inaccessible waitlist, at that.

As of two weeks ago, I had made the decision to come out to Red Deer, back from Halifax, in order to see my family, attend a funeral, and make some money. Herein lies the problem: I'm lacking a way to get back to Halifax. Not so much the physical mode of transportation; no, that's not the issue - planes are plentiful, and, well, "cheap" enough that I can fly into Halifax whenever I want. No, what I'm referring to is the unfortunate circumstance that, unless I have a job or school to attend to, living in Halifax doesn't become a viable option. Yeah, sure I can work in a restaurant for 8.50 an hour, but seriously? I'm so much better than that. I'm above that. I have a piece of paper that says so. Well, it says "B.A.", but I'm sure that's just Latin for better-than-average. Am I right?

The waitlist I'm talking about? NSCC. I found out a while back that I'm on the waitlist for a post-graduate Public Relations course, and it was my first choice after Law School. Seeings as no law school that I applied to wants me (rejection is an ugly, ugly bitch), I really want something that's going to justify the last four years that I endured. Lately, I've had this sickening feeling that a lot of what I've done has been for nothing at all. If I can't get a job that pays me what I'm worth, or uses what I've learned, it feels sickeningly painful to say I spent four years in a program I disliked. .... Back to that waitlist. Yeah, NSCC won't release any information with regards to where I am on that waitlist. If I knew I was like, 20th on the list, well, I'd at least know I wasn't getting into the program. But, if I'm like 2nd...I just work, make money, and go to school. Life works out, and I get a happily-year-after. Or whatever.

So yeah. If I know about school, then I can plan, one way or the other. Until that point though, I'm left to deal with not knowing, which has been something I've always had problems with. It makes me emo, and also makes it so that I can't make plans with friends, or for friends.

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I miss you guys.

'kay, so as I am atrocious at updating this eljay, I feel I should at least make an attempt to update.

Australia, as far as things go, is pretty awesome. I've had a lot of good memories, and some not so great ones, but I'm having fun. I'll be looking forward to coming home, of course, but more for the fact that I'll be pretty broke by the time that happens in a couple of weeks.

Also, feeding kangaroos by hand is awesome. As is bungee jumping, and kayaking with dolphins. Just on the long list of awesome. Awesome awesome awesome.

The World Ends With You? Also awesome. Superfantastically so. I'm not even done yet, and its among the best games that I've ever played or seen played. But that could just be me.

Working on reading His Dark Materials, and on Book 2. Life is good, and the books aren't bad (otherwise I wouldn't bother with the rest, duh).

I want to get a darker tan still. But that's just the stylish side of me bearing down. And I don't feel too stylish after living out of the same duffel bag for 3 weeks. Oh well.

*pants* sigh. Okay, 'nough rantage. Sleep soon, after emails. yay!

I'm in Australia!

I rule!

Updates later :D

Few things merit a post from me, however this does. For those of you who don't know, Gary Gygax was one of the inventors of Dungeons and Dragons...essentially the father of the RPG.

I believe this may require a moment of silence. Everybody roll Charisma and Empathy at a negative two penalty caused by heartbreak.

Thanks.