Much Farther To Go

Well, fuck. It’s definitely ’something completely else.’ To reference my post before last that is. When I found out that my summer won’t be as I imagined it, I wasn’t entirely crushed. I was actually pretty psyched. Part of my wish for my life was coming true, I’ll never have to go back to Winkler to live. Which is still a very very happy thought. My first summer in the city! wooo! But so far I’m jobless, currently and longterm. Scary! Also, I thought going home would save me enough money that I could blow it on a trip to England to visit for a little while. I may still do that, depending on if the job I get allows me time off. I’m going to spend the summer and next year piss piss poor, but I’m starting to be desensitized to fear of debt.

I had, once again, an episode of bus-crying. They’re going to put a notice out about me soon, don’t let this girl on…