I feel like I'm spending all my time waiting. Waiting for the bus. Waiting to get email at work. Waiting to get trained at work. Waiting for work to be assigned. Waiting for the shuttle to take me to training. Waiting for the washing machine to finish. Waiting for my turn in the bathroom. Waiting for Brandon to get here...Waiting to wake up.

So little of my day is genuinely enjoyed. So much energy is absorbed by thought; I'm left with little to go on at the end of the day. I feel disconnected from everything that is a part of me. My space is starting to become mine, but it doesn't feel right not to be sharing it. I don't feel like it can fully be mine when it can only be mine alone. I'm not sad, just waiting...I'm going to be waiting for a long time.

Everybody says I'm old. Now even the internet agrees...but at least I'm not the only one.

You Are 32 Years Old

32 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

Yay work boots! What a weekend. Friday night there was a party at one of the student's places. I'd say 90% of the students were there, got to meet a lot of people. Had a great time, after a bunch of us went out to Cowboys after and danced the night away. I think things are going to be okay.

Yesterday we got driven around and I got a desk and some other toys. Then last night we went to the neighbours place and played some fooseball, and the girls and I drank tea while the boys got loaded...typical.

To end off a weekend appropriately, today I went to church, got some snazy work boots, and some groceries. Now we're relaxing on our big comfy couch, watching A Few Good Men...I'd never seen it. 

So...I'm a little busy, a little wiped. That's a little understatement. So yeah, I'm trying to get organized.

I have arrived, and all is well...I will make a longer post soon, but just wanted to say that I'm not dead...just faa, faa, away.

Lexa, "shh..."
B, "hunh?"
As the laptop ran out of batteries and shutdown.
Too funny. 

This sucks...I haven't had a good night's sleep in four days. I'm not so good at the tough girl, by myself thing. I wanna take B to AB with me, and not just in May, now.

What a day. After my earlier post, I got cleaned up, grabbed a sandwich, and was out the door by two. I started out with a trip to the university to see Don, and we had a grand old chat. I headed downtown, and made a stop at the optomatrist, and the Confed. Center. At four I was standing on the corner of Grafton and Queen, ready to head home. By that point I was cold, and gave in, I called Dad and got him to pick me up and drive me home.

My DIY work in the basement is coming together nicely. Mom and I moved the freshly painted bookcase and TV stand back into the sitting area. There's so much more I want to do. It's taking awhile, but I'm satisfied. Bit by bit we're weeding out all of the mess...all except the kitchen.

Aaaahhhh!!! Gotta get moving. Today was one of those days where you don't get out of bed because you just don't feel there is any reason to. Now it's one o'clock, and I have to get to the university by three, and downtown before five, and I have no car. Must get clean, dressed, eat something and get moving.

What's to come? Right now I'm only speculating. I have a lot to get done, but have trouble getting going; instead I sit with a blank stare. I am getting my Canadian passport application together, so I guess that's something. I need to get more laundry done so I can start to sort through my clothes. Five days left.

PS: I <3 B, miss you darlin.