My parents just left PEI today. They sold our house to some psychiatrist with a Volkswagon Beetle and a kayak, and are driving to Edmonton, along with my dog. My cat, whom I have known since I was six months old, is not making the trip. She is presumably on some farm where she can chase bunnies, or more likely, they can chase her.

I really don't know how I feel about this. I'm glad I went back this summer when I did, I'm glad I saw who I saw, and I hope I see you again. Cheers.

Most people buy their condoms after eleven pm. When I say 'Have a good night' I giggle. I'm so mature.

So today is my one month BC anniversary. It hasn't been horrible so far, which is a big step up. I am the pride and joy of my supervisor at work because I finished my training two days early, got 100% on both of my tests and then worked eight hours today, my second real day on the job. Clearly I was meant for a minimum wage job in 'essential' services. Screw persuing higher education.

I've been watching the fifth season of Buffy, and man, she fights in leather pants a lot. That must be really awkward and uncomfortable. Spike is so hot.

I think I am finally settling into Vancouver. I'm living with friends of my parents, and things are pretty okay so far. The bus no longer frightens me, I have a shitty job (Safeway, what!), and today I saw my first "celebrity", the guy who played Trey on The O.C. He was with his mom at the Aquarium. Holla! Tomorrow is my first Vancouver Canucks hockey game, during which I will scope out all of the players for potential future husbands.

If people feel like sending letters:
4244 McGill Street
Burnaby, BC
V5C 1M9

So the prodigal daughter has returned. I'm home until the 29th, when I head to Vancouver via Kamloops. I don't know quite what to expect as I don't have a job or a plan or money, but at least I have a place to live. And, hey, if it comes down to it, I can always mooch off my grandparents for a few months. Woot.

My parents are also moving out west (Edmonton) in October, so this is truly, truly my last trip to PEI. Hopefully it won't suck.

PEI: It wasn't so bad, except that when I got home I found out that one of my cats was no longer there. I didn't get to take the trolley-bus, but I didn't see anyone that I hated, so it worked out about evenly. Andrew Harris and Derek Bondt are still pretty. I didn't take any pictures, but Joel has some excellent ones of me dressed up in camo for spying. I miss the ocean and the beach and the trees and the grass. Considering it was the last time that I'll ever be on PEI and be still be able to call it home, it went well.

Plans: So Europe is cancelled, which is my fifty thousandth plan that has failed to come to fruition, but I think I'm okay with it. I'm poor, and I don't want to work this summer, so the chances of me getting money seem slim. I'm still planning on moving to BC come September to maybe work for a while and see some fabulous people. My new and improved travel plans involve a roadtrip down the west coast to San Diego, and then back up through the desert with stops in Vegas, the Grand Canyon and whatever Utah has to offer. It should take a couple of months. This is exciting considering I haven't been to California since I was born there, and eighteen years is a long time. I want to find the hospital where I was born (if it's still there), walk down the pier in Santa Monica and visit the places I would have seen but can't remember. I just need to convince my parents to buy me a car.

BAM! home in a week.

I just finished my crazy NSCF-filled week for the fourth time. Holy hell I am tired, despite having slept for the past two days. Nine days filled with dance parties, drinking, singing, and sometimes even being inspirational to high school kids. I cried my eyes out when a kid from Prince Albert, Saskatchewan (aka one of the poorest towns in the prairies, and he was in a school for kids who can't handle regular schools), came up to me and told me that we had changed his life. It's totally cliche and cheesy, but this is why I'm still involved.

Two days until I go to Paris to get my mother drunk on Mother's Day. I'm looking forward to feeling cultured and speaking French and getting away from my new, crazy, roommate for ten days.

Also, for anyone in the Ottawa region from July 7-16: Etta James, Gloria Gaynor, Sam Roberts, Metric, Ani DiFranco, Wilco, KC and the Sunshine Band, Broken Social Scene, Feist, Controller.Controller, The New Pornographers and many many more. Whee!

okay, choose an option for me, because i can't.

a) take the entire year off, as originally planned. go to europe for two months, one month on this fantastic tour, and the other month hanging around london and visiting my friend in ireland. come back to canada at the end of october, probably to alberta, where my parents will have moved by then. spend second semester either in alberta or in vancouver working and hanging out. come back to ottawa in the late summer and go back to school.

b) take first semester off, go to europe, go to alberta, hang out, do nothing, don't work, learn to drive in a real city and probably be driven crazy by my father. come back to ottawa for january and second semester. find a new apartment and a new roommate and go back to school.

c) just stay in school. go to europe in august-ish. find a new apartment, find a new roommate (or live along), sign up for classes, and keep going with my lovely post secondary degree.