So, things got difficult. I went away for the weekend, and got evicted. Which is a lovely and dramatic way to put it, and not entirely accurate, but let's say that one of my roommates did something that made none of us welcome here anymore. Which is sad, because I otherwise had an excellent weekend. I'm going to be ending up with my aunt for the interim, I think, which isn't so bad. I just wish I had a car.
It was such a good weekend though, it was entirely worth it. Even if we didn't get to the park.
I have a client. And a date. Or a date with a client, which is odd. Answering personal questions to someone whose child I will be watching is disconcerting. One does not normally admit to a mom that one enjoys getting the shit beat out of them, or that one isn't exactly mentally stable.
Tomorrow is Halloween, and I have nothing to do and no one to do it with. This is unnerving, and I don't like it. Maybe I'll just go out and howl at the moon.
I wish I was walking distance to a grave yard.
I wish my Artist was here.
I have no idea how much I weight. But my body feels tighter, and I can handle the belly if I can just do a chinup. I cannot wait to have access to the gym at school.
My parents have my school papers. I still haven't heard from res yet.
I got in a fight with my aunt's boyfriend's secretary. Something about lacking ambition and wasting taxpayer's money. I cried. She apologized, however insincerely. I shouldn't've cared anyway. I know what I can handle, and I know what my goals are.
I watched the Rally today. Jon made me cry. I miss when Canada had a political comedy show that pushed for sense and humour and informed debate. Of course, I also miss when one didn't need to be ashamed of being Canadian. Harper makes me long for term limits.
I hate feeling like a pedophile for enjoying children.
I also hate having nothing to say. I'm just getting shit down, so I'm ready for November.
I feel like half the stuff I have to talk about, I can't, because it's out in the open, and involves in some ways Him and I don't feel I have permission. I suppose I could do private entries, but I maintain that that negates the entire point of having an online diary.
I am so exhausted. |
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