First off, life is pretty good. I'm a little bruised from the children kicking me, and always in bed before ten and up before 6, but ... life is good. Tonight I'm going out with some friends and teachers from High School. That should be fun. And re-catching up with everyone has been a blast. I'm missing Vic though. A lot. It's pretty Albertan here, no matter how I try and spin it.

Also, my mother bought herself an avacado that's been tempting me all afternoon. I will not eat my mother's avacado. I just need to keep repeating that.

For tomorrow: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TROY!!! You always make me smile :D

So, last nine days. How do you feel about that? Pretty ... eek. Pretty ... holy fuck. I've been here for a year? This has been a year of my life? God. The question "So what's changed" would be a lot easier to answer if it was "What hasn't changed." Because the things that haven't changed are very, very few and far between. My relationship with my family and my home is minimal. My friends here, and my friends there have changed. The people who I care most about, the people who care most about me. What I want to do with my life, where I'm going. Even my fucking school has changed -- I won't be back in Victoria for 16 months. That's a really long time.

I'm excited about Wales. I'm painfully excited about Wales. It's going to be amazing, and I'm certain that I'll have that 'Year of my life' thing that people keep telling me I'll have. Still ... I don't want to set myself up thinking it will be the 'year of my life' thing, and then have it be the 'year of my life ... IN HELL!' thing. I don't think I'll let it get to that. I'm pretty adaptable, I can control how much I blend in and stick out enough to get by. I almost always have friends where I go.

I'm going to miss it here, though. And I'm going to miss this year. This is the newest "Best Year of my Life" to date. For the last three years, I keep breaking the record. I hope that never stops.

I don't want to say goodbye to any of them. I've never been this close to so many people at once. I'm not looking forward to that.

So the cleaning ladies are beginning to speculate about my love life. Obviously the gig is up.

Last night was not good. Apparently the entire building got noisy AFTER I went over to ring road at 11:45. Seriously! So I get called back to my building at 12:30. Noise was coming from the girls wing and I could hear it from the entrance of the boys wing. I went and did my “You know there is the big ->insert one of three huge first-year classes here<- midterm tomorrow/? What are you thinking? Heard of respect? Your neighbours are trying to sleep! You’re drinking on a THURSDAY?! In my day we didn't have the luxury of buying beer, we had to moonshine in the middle of the bush. Then the war started ….!” Etc, etc.

So not only do I feel like the hugest tool ever, I’m also really pissed off that they made me act like the hugest tool ever. That’s ridiculous. This week has been crazy, I've been getting noise complaints at like, 1:00 in the morning. My building, which I've bragged about as being the coolest building EVER (which, regardless of their weird drinking patterns, it still is), needs to chill!

Like me. Who is going to the bar in 30 minutes. Which would mean I'm drinking at 11:30 in the morning. Rad. You know, drink in the day, pass out before quiet hours. THATS the way to do it!

I’m just going to get a sandwich. Maybe a beer. In pitcher form. Muahahaha!!

But first – TO THE SHOWERS!

Fuuuuuck. I have my last story of the year due on Monday, but I'm really scared to write it. I have an outline, a few scenes and stuff, and a shite loas of research, but not enough to justify taking a night off. Until Friday at least. I hope that by Saturday morning I will have a finished rough draft, and on Sunday I can make it golden. Here's the radio clip that has inspired me. CBC Archives: Duplessis Orphans. No matter how many times I listen to it, I still can't really believe that happened in Canada.

BAH, I still have two more play workshops to finish. I am so freaking tired.    

A few things:

I JUST freaked out because I heard myself on CBC radio three. I called in a request about 20 minutes ago, they played my voice, and I was like "AHHH THAT'S ME!!!" The Weakerthans, Tournament of Hearts was just broadcasted nationally because of my demand. I feel powerful, except for how I was all "I'm sick, and there is only one thing that will make me feel better! YOU HAVE THE POWER TO HEAL! I want music!"

I also just caused a heated discussion on the difference between Reading Week and Spring Break.

And here's a story that I got an A on, but I hate the end. So. Whatever, it's an A. I like A's. So here's 5500 words of Fiction Workshop goodness.

So, I got in.

Next year:


 ABERYSTWYTH UNIVERSITY, WALES!

I am so excited, my body is hurting!

Wooo! Three stories handed in, one to go. I'm running on very little sleep, but I feel accomplished and happy, so. Boo-Yeah.

(At dinner tonight we talked about dead phrases. That was my contribution)

I should stop eating curry. I love curry, but it does not love me.

Awe, fuck. I went through another surge of 'Private' entries.

The deadline for my application in on Friday. I'm pretty much finished. Which is scary. I feel like there should be more. I feel like I need to say MORE. Fuck. Ahh. AHH. I want to go SO SO SO SOOOOOOOOOO badly. It hurts. So badly.

God. God. GOD.

Also, I'm writing about a kid with aspergers syndrome, but I'm never going to say it, and I'm scared that it's coming off as ... not aspergers. He's foiled by a girl with ADHD. I wanted to write it because, in Strathmore Alberta, they stick all the kids with different special needs into one classroom. AND the ESL kids.

I haven't read The Curous Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. So. Fuck.... Maybe I should figure something else out. I just know that's like, a hugely popular book. That has to do with an autistic kid. Arg.

So what pretty much blows is the fact that, when I need to study for PoliSci, like REALLY study, I end up writing 2000 words for fiction. WHY CAN'T I WRITE THAT MUCH FOR FICTION WHEN I NEED TO!!!

Happy Birthday, Tyler :)

Tonight, I'm just going to study. Seriously. Study. I love Assymetrical Globalization! I love Marxist Feminism! I love constructivist theories to Terrorism! YAAAAAAAAY!!!

..............ersdf uhdi jd nmdau

Angi

I was woken up last night at 2:30, and then 3:15. I didn't get a SINGLE call until 12:30. What a weird night to be on duty.

I finished a really awesome book: Good Omens. You should read it, you'll laugh. I like that.

Anyone know of some awesome fiction/fantasy books that I should take to Hawaii with me? I like good books with satisfying endings and not too many -ing words. Because, if there are too many -ing words, I start to think about what kind of mark it would get in my writing workshop. Then I start thinking about what kind of marks I get in my writing workshop. Then Christmas is ruined.

Also, humour is a plus.