my vocation

Him: I need you to print this and then scan it for me.
Me: OK.
Hom: Wait, I need to sign the last page before you scan it.
Me: OK.
Him: Well, you could give me the last page to sign while you start... No no, never mind, just give it all to me.
Me: OK.
Him: Does that make sense?

If I knew then what I know now I would have studied photocopying in University. And printing. And scanning. And then maybe my minor would have been in making tea. Or perhaps a double major? I ought not under estimate myself.

it's like the future...but now

I had a video call last night on Skype with Adam and Kira. It was amazing. They placed me on the table while they sat at either end smoking cigarettes out the window and we talked. It was seriously like I was right there! I could see the park...

There are no words. It was just really, really nice.

maybe a little sad

I stayed up tonight when SNL came on. My flatmates were all going to bed, but Rainn Wilson was hosting and Arcade Fire was the musical guest so I thought it was worth staying up for.

What turns me off is that every commercial break is 100% dedicated to adverts for text dating and hot naked women downloaded on your mobile phone.

So how sad is it that I choose to sit up at home, alone on a Saturday night (or 2 am Sunday morning) watching SNL?

success!

i am happy with the list of wants. perhaps incomplete, but it gives me a sense of accomplishment.

next is the list of lessons learned. it's going to be a bigun...

complete and utter madness and why oh why am i still putting up with it?

Text 1 - (From boss) Please be in at 8:30 tomorrow so we have half an hour to go over things before I leave.
Text 2 - (My reply) Fine. See you then.
Text 3 - (From boss)Ok. Please call me when you get in.

and furthermore

unless i can overcome the traumas inflicted upon me when i was a child, i will never be whole and i will never be capable of truly loving another.

i need to go on a soul quest.

this is a promise with a catch

2 weeks (and a bit) until Montreal. I am so excited for the trip. For the time off work. For the time to be spent with friends. For the Canadian hospitality. For the haircut.

Going to Canada and then coming back here will be rough. It was after Christmas. Like Jonathan Franzen said: it's better not to leave than to leave and come back.

Maybe that's a bit dramatic. The funny thing is, I like London and I don't want to leave.

I need 2 lives to lead simultaneously. At the end I will just choose the one with the better ending. No?

Does this sound like the ramblings of a crazy person?