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Who is on Livejournal? Just me and the D, that's who.
I haven't really used this since I had that weird uber-breakdown and super-failed at suicide (SO DEPRESSING), so the juxtaposition between old and newer entries is going to be hella entertaining.
Also, I don't look anything near what I look like in my icon at the moment, but dang, I wish I did. That bitch is fine.
WHAT TO REPORT ON? The low-down is that I went to Vancouver, earned a diploma in Baking & Pastry, couldn't find a job and just worked the shittiest shift ever at Value Village (GRAVEYARD!!!) and kind of screwed up my hand by carrying like, fifteen sets of sheets down the stairs on one hand over and over and over and over again. My job was actually just running linens and towels up and down stairs by the time I left. And I don't even feel any fitter because of it. But my hand hurts. BAH!
I also didn't have a social life in Vancouver because I just assumed that I wouldn't really be able to relate to anyone I met, which is a sassy thing to say, but I still kind of feel like that may have been the trutherson. Who knows? YOU NEVER KNOW UNTIL YOU TRY, but I kind of tried in school and whatever. Whatever. I made friends with this guy named Ian who looked like a Muppet but, like, idk, a dude's attitude towards women totally makes or breaks friendships for me, and his 'tude totally broke it. Snapped it. Tch.
Also, the course material was super-condensed so I barely remember anything, but most bakeries don't even require a formal education and some are willing to send you to school so maybe I can get my red seal one day, eh? eeehh? Part of me just wants to work in customer service so I can do my nails and have nice hair, but whatever, we will see, I'll just keep two jobs in GP until I decide what I like.
I learned that I really enjoy a dry environment, but the humidity on the coast is really ridiculously good for my skin and my hair. Remember when my hair used to frizz around and break off? I was a damn silkhead in the Couv. It was okay. I only washed my hair once a week, so that probably helped, too. Heh heh heh, I am a grub. And my skin was good, too! SO GOOD.
This is the dullest shit I've ever written. Uhm. As for RIGHT NOW, I live in my mom's basement. LOLOLOL. But she has a four bedroom house and she is the only other person who lives here, so it's not THAT weird. But you know what is weird? The four cats that are here. Because they all belong to my aunt. And she ran off to Ontario. And now we have orphan cats.
OKAY THIS WAS WEIRD THE END.