On gardening, orientation, substance abuse, the letter L, and arbitrary birthdays.
So I've been home for a couple of weeks now. I still haven't gotten to pull the weeds out of my garden. Today it was 2 with a windchill of -3. Apparently Mother Nature didn't get the memo indicating it was May. Someone should work on cutting out the red tape.
Speaking of red tape, orientation at the fort starts tomorrow. I am one of the few members of the BVT girls club left in BVT. Sometimes I worry that I am clinging to something that has died. That I really should move on and find something more profitable. That maybe I should start growing up. That maybe this all isn't worth my time anymore. Not to say that this will not be a fun summer, but that it is time. I can feel it in my bones. I'm getting restless. Last summer, I thought it was just needing a change of job posting or area. Now, I'm thinking that I might need to move on altogether. I have a tendency to get like this every four years. I don't want to become one of those fort employees who needs to high/drunk everyday to get through life. To quoth Belle and Sebastian: "Oooh get me away from here I'm dying."
I have started hanging out with a lot of my friends from high school again. It is a bizarre turn of events. Considering like two years ago, I barely talked to any of them. Today I hung out with Rachel and Ryan before Ryan goes on a tour of Southeast Asia for six weeks. On Tuesday, I hung out with Aleksa. She has become quite the pothead. I have never smoked a lung before. But man, I got so frickin' high for like 10 hours. It was a little bit too intense for my liking. It's like when you wake up the next morning after a crazy drinking binge and you are still drunk. And all you want to be is NOT drunk. It was like that. All I wanted to be was NOT high. But sadly I was high. That paragraph made me sound like I have a substance abuse problem.
I'm listening to the playlist of songs that I made for Kaitlin when she came to visit Ottawa over thanksgiving and that we listened to at her house when we were playing Trival Pursuit 90s edition over Christmas and every time a song would come on I would be like "WOW, I LOVE this song!" And someone else would say, "Kyla you made this CD!" everytime. I was high. It was funny. Higgy found the letter L. Jim opened our red wine. That was GTs.
My birthday is coming up. I think I want to go out dancing. Birthdays are significantly less exciting these days. Just an excuse to get a little dressed up and go out. Kind of like St. Patrick's Day. But with less green. I just had a brainstorm. I'm going to have a St. Patrick's Day themed birthday party. Because it is arbitrary.
Speaking of red tape, orientation at the fort starts tomorrow. I am one of the few members of the BVT girls club left in BVT. Sometimes I worry that I am clinging to something that has died. That I really should move on and find something more profitable. That maybe I should start growing up. That maybe this all isn't worth my time anymore. Not to say that this will not be a fun summer, but that it is time. I can feel it in my bones. I'm getting restless. Last summer, I thought it was just needing a change of job posting or area. Now, I'm thinking that I might need to move on altogether. I have a tendency to get like this every four years. I don't want to become one of those fort employees who needs to high/drunk everyday to get through life. To quoth Belle and Sebastian: "Oooh get me away from here I'm dying."
I have started hanging out with a lot of my friends from high school again. It is a bizarre turn of events. Considering like two years ago, I barely talked to any of them. Today I hung out with Rachel and Ryan before Ryan goes on a tour of Southeast Asia for six weeks. On Tuesday, I hung out with Aleksa. She has become quite the pothead. I have never smoked a lung before. But man, I got so frickin' high for like 10 hours. It was a little bit too intense for my liking. It's like when you wake up the next morning after a crazy drinking binge and you are still drunk. And all you want to be is NOT drunk. It was like that. All I wanted to be was NOT high. But sadly I was high. That paragraph made me sound like I have a substance abuse problem.
I'm listening to the playlist of songs that I made for Kaitlin when she came to visit Ottawa over thanksgiving and that we listened to at her house when we were playing Trival Pursuit 90s edition over Christmas and every time a song would come on I would be like "WOW, I LOVE this song!" And someone else would say, "Kyla you made this CD!" everytime. I was high. It was funny. Higgy found the letter L. Jim opened our red wine. That was GTs.
My birthday is coming up. I think I want to go out dancing. Birthdays are significantly less exciting these days. Just an excuse to get a little dressed up and go out. Kind of like St. Patrick's Day. But with less green. I just had a brainstorm. I'm going to have a St. Patrick's Day themed birthday party. Because it is arbitrary.