Is it Any Wonder

Further blog surfing has made me realise that:

It's a small world after all

Despite the well-intended connotations of friendliness and familiarity associated with the song, I am very uncomfortable knowing that my peers back home are separated by very small degrees.

It seems almost impossible to meet strangers anymore. I opine that it is invasive as information re: oneself and others get passed on so carelessly, especially since everyone is "one of my closest friends". I used to think Vancouver was small but being a FOB has its rewards in anonymity.

You see, I enjoy meeting complete strangers, getting to know another person without any sort of attachment lent by "oh-I-know-XXX-too, he/she-is-one-of-my-closest-friends!". I like hearing about people's stories and experiences from they themselves, not from a third party. I want to hear about both good and bad news from the involved parties, not from known busybodies.

Most of all, I appreciate being given a fair opportunity to present myself to another person without preconceived judgment or biases, and starting on a clean slate.

I don't miss home all that much after all

With the exception of the likes of Suz, Li, Matt, BK and a certain few variously dispersed relatives, I don't miss being home as much as I thought I would/did. I miss the food terribly but even so, not enough to make me wish I was home.

Instead, I want to move again as soon as I can to re-live the experience of up-rooting and adapting and living all over again. Except this time, I'll befriend cooler people, avoid the mistakes of first timers and I won't be doing it alone or be accountable to anyone except myself.

It used to be that blogs made me wish I was back home so I could partake in all the coolness that thrives even in my absence; these days, I spend 20 hours of a day in bed and still feel cooler than the people on these blogs.

Filler post

Will & Grace will be the death of me! Unlike test season Gossip Girl, this sitcom lasted well over 6 seasons (I'm moving into the 7th now, I know) causing me to not want to leave my bed(s) and when I do leave, to imitate Jack MacFarland every chance I get. I should be done my executive report by now, goddamnit. On the bright side, my toilet is clean and my delicates have been handwashed so really, I haven't been all that useless. As for my executive report, I already know what I want to write about so really, it's more than half done I say!

Anyways, Andi's friend from uni is staying with us tomorrow night and we're carting an entourage to Seattle on Saturday to send Atena and Sarika off to Montreal. I am playing tour guide to some family friends tomorrow and I'm looking forward to running around in the sun.

Eat that!

Today is one of those rare Saturdays, planned and thought ahead of in time, with activities to fulfill in a somewhat timely manner and all I want to do is stay home with David Ricardo, Heckscher and Ohlin. They are not terribly exciting but its one of those Saturdays in which I am not up for anything remotely exciting.

I have a long list of boring chores that needs to get done, including a toilet that needs a good scrubbing, recycling alcohol bottles and stewing in my own filth. Somewhere in the city, people are laughing while nursing a glass of red and all I want to do is bake. Yes, bake. I can bake. Yes, yes, I can. And my cookies are afuckenmazing.

Sun of a bitch

Once again, the fleeting summer has passed us by. Honestly, the sun can be so rude sometimes! He (because like the rest of the male race, the sun can be such a jerk!) waltzes into town with nary a warning and blind us with his bright but oh-so-warm rays, lighting up the light in our sun-deprived lives. Just as we've passed the niceties and thrills of first kisses, we shed our jackets and coats, ready to make passionate, reckless love under its bright rays, the sonofabitch walks away from us, leaving us high and dry. How rude!

Anyhow, tis been a shitty week. Nothing particularly bad has happened, I just feel like shit. I missed class last week, only to discover that I didn't miss much after all. I am not quite sure if or not that is an assuring thought. Anyhow, with my second to last term being summer, I really can't be all that bothered. An 'A' here and there, and I'll be golden. It's funny how being so close to graduating, I don't give a damn about the Honour's List anymore. 

Being so close to graduating has also forced me to contemplate my next choice of action. It's a little intimidating not knowing what I want to happen 6 months from now; seeing as to how I've always known what I want all my life. And it's true. Up until now, my plans have fallen into place; however, I didn't count on nor did I factor in the impact of variable change into the equation.  Now, with a semester and a half left before I walk away from school, I don't know where to go next. You see, I much rather be spoilt for choice than have to blaze my own goddamn trail.

 

It's only the beginning of the week. I really ought to be happier. Perhaps another day in bed will do me good.