In the land of seven-digit dialing...
...this is where I am. We dial with seven digits here. It's far more efficient when phoning people (yes, "to phone" is a verb) because you don't have to remember so much.
Anyways. Maybe you should call me a bitch, because I got home in the morning on the 19th of May, and I told everyone except for Misha that I'd be home on the 20th. I did not want to talk to anyone except for her... I feel kind of bad because I know there was stuff going on on the 19th that I could have feasibly gone to, but there was some serious catching up that needed to be done, and I wasn't quite ready to see anyone else. I'm weird like that. We hung out for like, 10 hours yesterday... just doing random stuff... catching up... you know. Then I went over to her store today, got told what to wear by a veritable fashion expert, and got invited over for supper at her house, where I spent another four hours tonight. It was good. I missed Misha. And now I think I'm ready to deal with the rest of the Edmonton crew.
But... I miss the hell out of Boston. And the Franklin-stein kids. And Berklee. And I hate being so emo (what is an LJ for?) but I feel completely torn. Edmonton "home" doesn't feel like home. It just does not, and it sucks, but it's true... it felt like home hanging out in Franklin-stein's living room. And likely all that's going to happen this summer on this LJ is that I'm going to bitch and moan about how much I want to be in Boston and not in Edmonton, so I apologise in advance, and I'll try to keep it brief.
Also? I start working on Tuesday. Roadkill, tar and stop signs, my friends... heck yes. I'll post pictures of all the roadkill I shovel. I know you'll thank me :D
Anyways. Maybe you should call me a bitch, because I got home in the morning on the 19th of May, and I told everyone except for Misha that I'd be home on the 20th. I did not want to talk to anyone except for her... I feel kind of bad because I know there was stuff going on on the 19th that I could have feasibly gone to, but there was some serious catching up that needed to be done, and I wasn't quite ready to see anyone else. I'm weird like that. We hung out for like, 10 hours yesterday... just doing random stuff... catching up... you know. Then I went over to her store today, got told what to wear by a veritable fashion expert, and got invited over for supper at her house, where I spent another four hours tonight. It was good. I missed Misha. And now I think I'm ready to deal with the rest of the Edmonton crew.
But... I miss the hell out of Boston. And the Franklin-stein kids. And Berklee. And I hate being so emo (what is an LJ for?) but I feel completely torn. Edmonton "home" doesn't feel like home. It just does not, and it sucks, but it's true... it felt like home hanging out in Franklin-stein's living room. And likely all that's going to happen this summer on this LJ is that I'm going to bitch and moan about how much I want to be in Boston and not in Edmonton, so I apologise in advance, and I'll try to keep it brief.
Also? I start working on Tuesday. Roadkill, tar and stop signs, my friends... heck yes. I'll post pictures of all the roadkill I shovel. I know you'll thank me :D