The last of the Septembers

Emmmmaaaaa. I don't want to jump right back into school, man, and I really can't afford it at the moment. I'm going to lurk through the classifieds for a bit and see what is out there. Athabasca has an online Cultural Heritage Management diploma, so there's always that option.

I am not too upset about having to spend 4 months living broke in Vancouver, but the all-or-nothing context of that discussion has put me on edge. I'm claustrophobic and upset all the time; it feels as if there's a storm brewing at some point on the horizon. But life goes on, and who knows how things will turn out. Not me.

I hear the opening band last night was a pleasant surprise. Frances went from drinking a melancholy beer on our kitchen floor to being all smiles this morning. When am I going to be re-introduced to the new love interest? He sounds like a dote. Anyone who is into pine beetle larvae is a friend of mine.

Jessie is doing this race, it's official. The 430-mile division:   http://www.arcticultra.de/en/

Here's some Helen Hardin to nicely round off this discussion.

Disguised As The Sea

Aw damn Laura that really sucks. I mean good for you for catching a kitten heart but you must be able to find a compromise here. I guess I'm more glad that you'll be in vancouver than if you were going somewhere farther but I know it's really not your city. Dang.

On the boy drama blog thing. I guess I'm sort of in a relationship again. Who saw that coming so soon. I'm sort of avoiding telling people because of how recently the last one ended but I can't see this one dissolving too suddenly. He says he can't sleep when I am next to him.
Besides the goopy romance he is more or less exactly what I need right now.

And I have been having weekly drinks with some girls that I went to school with. Which is really helpful as it's got me thinking about the future and about grad school, things might be moving forward more quickly with that in the next month.

Laura if I you want my opinion you should be applying to school in or around Vancouver. You are going to need to be specialized in something eventually. Even if it's just a French class on the side.
There.

You may now Instagram the bride

I don't want to make this the 'relationship angst' blog, but a Big Talk went on in this house last night. And the results, shall we say, are not in my favor. Rather than spending the next four months busting a gut hauling water to a pack of screaming dogs, I will be sweating over resumes geared towards finding a job in Vancouver. The conversation went kind of like this:
Me: Well, I have wanted to go work for a racer since I finished high school. This is the perfect time to do it.
BF: I don't want you to leave, I don't think I could finish this program without you.
Me: But I hate Vancouver. And I have no money. And there are very, very limited jobs available for me there.
BF: Well, if you are leaving, then I'm going to quit school and come with you.
ME: That's incredibly stupid.
BF: Well, it's how I feel.
Me: ...
How did this happen? I am honestly quite shocked. It's as if Someone Up There watched the sweat and struggle of an undergrad and thought, 'Hahaaaa, Laura THINKS that at the end of these years she will be free to do as she pleases, but I'm going to attach her to a man with an attractive beard and the heart of a kitten and see how this goes."
I don't really know who is in the right here, but I feel exhausted. And very, very sad.

Also, yesterday I made a baked breakfast pancake with a mound of eggs. It came out all fluffy and golden, but fell almost immediately, Yorkshire-pudding style. So bad times all around.

A bushel and a peck

Holy moly, is it ever hot here. I am lounging around in my underwear and drinking lemonade, so it feels as though the sunshine is losing this round.

Forgot how much I feel awkward in dorm rooms. This building is filled with guys all doing impressive degrees, but they seem so young in other ways ex. there is a cooking temperature chart taped to the fridge. We appear to trust these men with engineering our buildings and roadways, but not with stir-frying chicken. This morning there were four scuzzy-eyed people huddled around the living room table, picking at reheated pasta and watching Australian boarder agents confiscate mangoes on the television.

5 days until the referendum on Scottish independence. Och aye.

The gap-toothed rapper is back

Welp. Forgot that everyone was going camping for the Labour Day long weekend, and now things are all topsy-turvey. Not only do I not have the keys for my new place, I also do not have an address or any way of contacting Fran. Nor do I know if it's even ok for me to move in, given that the bathroom is being frantically renovated. Shoulda probably planned this one out with a little more foresight.

The last few days have been a blur of eating in tired-looking restaurants and driving over endless miles of highway. We picked the most bear-infested stretch of road to camp out overnight, near a heli-skiing resort on the Stuart Cassiar. Oddly, though, we never had a problem with any nocturnal visitors of the ursine variety. Instead, mice decided to invade, creeping up to the tent fly, worrying away at the zippers, and sitting nonchalantly in our shoes. After breaking camp, we spotted two more bears within a kilometer, so I guess mice weren't the worst problem to have.

Oh yeah. I also spent a day in The Fort, so MAN OH MAN DO I EVER HAVE HONEY. There is a glistening cardboard box in the back of my car, and of course, Joanne threw in a jar for her favorite redhead. So if I end up having to crash at your place for a few days, Ritch, I can pay you in sweet sugar. If that's cool.

Not to keep harping on the relationship stuff, but is it too early to tell you that I thought Myles was kind of lame? All of his Facebook posts were either ironic pop-culture rants or about Star Wars. If it is too early, then oh my god look at this hilarious little cartoon about horrible dogs!