The problem with multiple identities on the internet is that sometimes one gets a lot more attention than the others, and sometimes it’s a lot more fun to be somebody else than myself. >.> And that’s enough of that.
Ruth has been here since the 16th, for three weeks this time, and we’re definitely counting down the months now till she’s finally finished her education and we get more than these little bursts of time together. But seriously, who gets their PhD and then decides they need another year of education? The woman is mad, I tell you.
Also, I got into bed with her early last night and made her scream. Not in the good way. FML.
(Apparently right this second she’s watching Alex SkarsgÃ¥rd showering. On her netbook, just to be clear.)
T-minus 7 working days till I’m unemployed, and Toronto Pride was last weekend. These two things are completely unrelated, but they’re probably the most noteworthy events in my life right now. I mean, other than Ruth’s visit, obvs. I feel like right now I’m where I should’ve been when I finished university: unsure of what I actually want to do with the rest of my life; a little scared of being adrift but relieved, too, to be out of a job that was probably devouring my soul. It paid well, though, so there was that.
Okay, yeah, that part was pretty awesome.
Also, if anyone was looking for a sign of the end times, my mother (and her sisters) are blogging. I’m not sure I ever believed this day would come, even though we managed to get her on Facebook, even if the only people she’s friended are me, my brother, my girlfriend and my uncle. Hell, I think she uses it more than I do these days.
July 1, 2009 = the five-year anniversary of the day I packed everything I owned into a moving truck and drove across the country for two days between Winnipeg and Toronto. With about $4000 in the bank and no job and just hoping for the best. Despite my now-looming layoff, I still think it all worked out pretty well.
ETA: I stand corrected. My mother has 16 Facebook friends.
Right when I was about ready to write an entry about how I have a nasty habit of dating assholes, it seems to have all been a bump in the road again. There are very good reasons that I’m no longer a trusting person, though. I’m not proud of them, but there are reasons.
Dealt with some extremely pleasant insurance people yesterday who came to assess the flood damage to my apartment. There’s not a lot of damage, really, but it’s still going to take some work to fix it all, including repainting, fixing the kitchen floor, pulling off baseboards and the end of my kitchen cabinets, and possibly sanding down the areas of my floor that have risen as a result of the water. Which means I actually have to clean my apartment.
I’ve never really gotten into the whole spring cleaning thing. I know it’s something I should do, but mostly I just rearrange the mess and I’m done with it. I don’t live dirty, but I live messy. But this year it’s out of my hands, it’ll have to be different. And I have to admit, when I finished with my kitchen on Friday night and it was sparkling and immaculate with my fresh tulips on the kitchen table… well, it actually made me really happy.
You’re still not going to get me to make my bed right, though, no sirree.
I feel totally lame bitching about why I’m upset today but whatever. The ex basically confirmed that the only reason we’ve been friends for the past two or three years is because he still wanted to sleep with me. And it’s not even a surprise but still. It’s kind of a kick in the ass anyway. He takes no responsibility for what went wrong in our relationship, is what I think bugs me the most. And sure he can cook now, and possibily cleans up after himself, which puts him up on where he was at when we were living together, but he doesn’t seem to have grown up in many other ways.
I’ve been meaning to write up a few things lately, but just haven’t made time for it. I have a story I’m trying to finish that’s fighting me tooth and nail and it’s been commanding all my attention.
Just found this today and found it interesting. On a much more superficial level, I can relate to it. I have all the letters written to me by my boyfriend back in 9th grade, and can dig them out and reminisce from time to time. I have none of the emails written to my by my girlfriend in third year university because I had to delete them to make room on my hard drive (It was a 400 MB hard drive; it actually freed up significant space). It makes me sad now, just not having those. Losing history is a tragedy.
I burn all my email to CD now, have been for the last few years. I don’t want to lose anything.