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I'm in Ottawa. For those of you who may not know my situation all that well, I'm from Ottawa originally, but I moved to Montreal for university three and a half years ago. Ottawa was good to me, but I'm glad I'm in a big city now, and I'm especially glad to live in a place that isn't strip-mall hell, and requires a car to really get anything done. That's how it is in my neighbourhood in Ottawa. My parents drove Elizabeth and I back last night.
My parents are good people. Still, they're hard to handle. My dad treats my mom as though she's eleven, or so, and she eats it up. Like, she's unable to walk across a small parking lot to the car, he seems to think. So, when he sees her come out of the store or whatever, he always, without fail, drives right up to the curb so that she has to walk, at most, twenty feet. I know she's working hard these days, but he just treats her like a delicate little princess all the time. I suppose if they both are happy with the arrangement, then nothing's really wrong with it. But, still, I wish that my mom was just a little tougher, and that she got a little more exercise, to counterbalance all that smoking she does. My mom often tries to get my dad to stop doing some of this dumb little stuff for her, but he always persists. I shouldn't complain about this, though. There are worse things in the world.
I rarely like coming home to Ottawa now, if only because it means I don't get to sleep next to Elizabeth's warm body every night. Still, I look forward to Christmas Eve every year. I get to see my parents' friends L and J, whom I both quite like, and I get to see their son M. M was my one, and probably only gay-lover-type guy. When we were about 12, we did the typical pubescent boy checking each other out thing, and we did it more than once. There was little I looked forward to more, when I was 12, than getting to see M.
I think I'm going to try and visit with Agy this trip. I haven't seen him, like so many other people, in about three years. I'm sure we've grown way apart from one another, but I think it's still always fun to try and meet up with old friends.
My livejournal posting duties will be somewhat sporadic while I'm here. I go back to Montreal on New Year's Eve. New Year's is almost always such a let down. Last year was the first fun one that I had, probably in about 5 years. It was also, not coincidentally, the first one in that time that I didn't spend with a huge group of people. It was just Elizabeth and I, staying up, getting drunk and using the karaoke feature on our stereo. I'd like to do the same this year, and I imagine I will.
So sad that Joe Strummer died. I wish I had some Clash stuff here to listen to. He was pretty vital up to his last years, I think.
I hope I'm getting a little bit of money for Christmas this year. I could really use it. Happy Holidays, everyone.
My parents are good people. Still, they're hard to handle. My dad treats my mom as though she's eleven, or so, and she eats it up. Like, she's unable to walk across a small parking lot to the car, he seems to think. So, when he sees her come out of the store or whatever, he always, without fail, drives right up to the curb so that she has to walk, at most, twenty feet. I know she's working hard these days, but he just treats her like a delicate little princess all the time. I suppose if they both are happy with the arrangement, then nothing's really wrong with it. But, still, I wish that my mom was just a little tougher, and that she got a little more exercise, to counterbalance all that smoking she does. My mom often tries to get my dad to stop doing some of this dumb little stuff for her, but he always persists. I shouldn't complain about this, though. There are worse things in the world.
I rarely like coming home to Ottawa now, if only because it means I don't get to sleep next to Elizabeth's warm body every night. Still, I look forward to Christmas Eve every year. I get to see my parents' friends L and J, whom I both quite like, and I get to see their son M. M was my one, and probably only gay-lover-type guy. When we were about 12, we did the typical pubescent boy checking each other out thing, and we did it more than once. There was little I looked forward to more, when I was 12, than getting to see M.
I think I'm going to try and visit with Agy this trip. I haven't seen him, like so many other people, in about three years. I'm sure we've grown way apart from one another, but I think it's still always fun to try and meet up with old friends.
My livejournal posting duties will be somewhat sporadic while I'm here. I go back to Montreal on New Year's Eve. New Year's is almost always such a let down. Last year was the first fun one that I had, probably in about 5 years. It was also, not coincidentally, the first one in that time that I didn't spend with a huge group of people. It was just Elizabeth and I, staying up, getting drunk and using the karaoke feature on our stereo. I'd like to do the same this year, and I imagine I will.
So sad that Joe Strummer died. I wish I had some Clash stuff here to listen to. He was pretty vital up to his last years, I think.
I hope I'm getting a little bit of money for Christmas this year. I could really use it. Happy Holidays, everyone.