Sometimes Victoria is so silly!

First off, I should apologize for my pessimism of late. Whining is no fun for anyone. Except maybe the whiner. Anyway, I apologize and will attempt to refrain from such childishness for . . . a while at least.

That said, I should also mention that my good friend EJ and several others have managed to persuade me that the snow isn't all bad. I've even made some observations about the effects of said snow on my fair town. I am convinced that only in Victoria:

• does eight inches of snow shut down the entire city for a full day
• can you observe someone scraping snow off their car . . . with a kayak paddle
• does removing snow from the street mean piling it up two feet deep on the sidewalk
• do you see more adults frolicking in the snow than children
• does the front page of the paper feature scores of excited sledders, and the news turn into an hour-long weather report

Victoria is so funny. Anyone have anything to add to the list? The same probably goes for all you Vancouverites also, but at least you have more than two snow plows. I wonder when I'll be allowed to drive again . . .

Sometimes it sucks.

I hate snow. Sure it looks pretty out there, winter wonderland and all that crap, but snow just sucks when you have things you want to do.

Seriously, whose idea was this anyway? Since when does it snow in Victoria in November? Whatever happened to global warming? Yeesh.

Sometimes I want to quit.

It's 3am. I must be lonely.

Or frustrated.

Six GIANT cups of tea, zero hours of sleep and seven hundred and seventy three words later, I just want to quit and take a really crappy mark on my paper. But I shall persevere! And why? Because I put altogether too much stock into the numbers my instructors award me at the end of each semester.

Sad, but true.

Tomorrow, I shall sleep again.

Sometimes I can see the light!

I am beginning to see the light in so many ways!

1) Yesterday I went on French radio for the last time this semester.
2) Today is my last day of work at the crappy job!
3) Tomorrow at this time all major assignments for this semester will be complete.
4) This time next week I'll be scooting around town instead of walking in the rain (hopefully).

I am so almost there. Let's hope I can make it all the way!

Sometimes things change.

I just sent a letter of resignation to work. It was about three lines long. And I don't care. I'm going to be so happy when I'm done with this job! I was really tempted to tell them all about how I was leaving them for someone who would pay me more and give me better working conditions, but I refrained.

Meanwhile, my new job starts Friday, and I'm really excited. It's kinda in the middle of nowhere, however, so to get back and forth I'm thinking of buying one of these:

does that make me a total geek?

As for other fun things happening in my life right now: tomorrow I have two midterms and next week I have two papers due. Sure haven't started working on any of that stuff. On the more positive side, I wore rubber boots to work today. It made me happy, and reminiscent of the trek from the Guest House to camp. Oh the Guest House.

Also, today on Wheel of Fortune there are a lot of words ending in an apostrophe. What's up with that?

Sometimes now is not what I want.

I've never been good at living in the now. Especially when it's Monday or Tuesday.

Every week this semester at precisely 11:30 Sunday night, I have succumbed to an anxiety that makes me unable to eat, sleep, or enjoy life at all. I live through the following two days thinking only of Tuesday night at 9:30, when I can collapse on Kathryn's king sized bed and spend time with the girls.

So now it's Monday night. I'm half way there. The good life begins in less than 24 hours. I can do this.

(Julie desperately needs a different school schedule. What was she thinking???)

Sometimes my big brother is amazing!

Robby just read me his first ever poem, and I was completely blown away!!! It's inspired by a book that I got him for his birthday, called Confessions of an Economic Hitman. I wish I could put the whole thing up here, but I didn't ask him for permission, so I likely shouldn't do that. I just wanted everyone to know how proud I am of my big brother!

And, even more exciting: his mystery girlfriend is coming to visit in less than two weeks! I guess she's not that much of a mystery since he never stops talking about her, but none of us have met her yet. So that should be good fun. Anyone have any good ideas about how I can embarrass him? Besides bringing out all the photographic proof that he never wore a single pair of pants before the age of six...

Oh, I just can't wait!