Swizterland
Hey there livejournal. I think the last time I probably wrote in this (read: too lazy to check) was before I was leaving to come over to Wales. Interesting how now that I leaving I suddenly had some desire to write something in here. In a way it's like, dude you're 24 what are you doing with an online journal? Um, I don't know.
Anyways, without going into supreme detail (read: too lazy part. II) I will say that comming over here has been the best thing I've ever done. I've seen places and experienced things that I would have never even contemplated sitting around in Ontario.
I will be a teacher in 4 days, fact.
Scary in a way, that I will have a class of 20something kids looking at me for all the answers. Usually I've got some emo faggotry going on inside of me, usually surrounding girls or something retarded that I've made up to stress over. I've been so busy and tired that there hasn't really been any time for any of that garbage. Here is the part where I come full circle and realize that I wasted so much time with that part of my life. Worrying, wondering, wizarding. The last one is an aspiration, fuckem.
So yeah, back to Ontario and Hamilton in particular. Hopefully some school gives me a job so I can start to grow up with a house and a car and one of those ovens that doesn't really have an element on the top, its more like glass and some kind of alien cookery that heats up and cooks. Not unlike those fancy frying pans that once heated, a red dot appears.
Oh, I'm hot. No shit, frying pan.
So like, now that I am almost positive no one but me ever checks this thing anymore, perhaps I'll ramble more often. Probably not (read: shut the fuck up already with the lazy reports).
Anyways, without going into supreme detail (read: too lazy part. II) I will say that comming over here has been the best thing I've ever done. I've seen places and experienced things that I would have never even contemplated sitting around in Ontario.
I will be a teacher in 4 days, fact.
Scary in a way, that I will have a class of 20something kids looking at me for all the answers. Usually I've got some emo faggotry going on inside of me, usually surrounding girls or something retarded that I've made up to stress over. I've been so busy and tired that there hasn't really been any time for any of that garbage. Here is the part where I come full circle and realize that I wasted so much time with that part of my life. Worrying, wondering, wizarding. The last one is an aspiration, fuckem.
So yeah, back to Ontario and Hamilton in particular. Hopefully some school gives me a job so I can start to grow up with a house and a car and one of those ovens that doesn't really have an element on the top, its more like glass and some kind of alien cookery that heats up and cooks. Not unlike those fancy frying pans that once heated, a red dot appears.
Oh, I'm hot. No shit, frying pan.
So like, now that I am almost positive no one but me ever checks this thing anymore, perhaps I'll ramble more often. Probably not (read: shut the fuck up already with the lazy reports).