Well, good morning early risers of the 2 o'clock frenzie.
I've got a lot on my plate coming, but I'm left eating the scraps. This Tuesday I'm starting Drivers class, which will cut down the time before getting my N to 6 months. It's two times a week, Tuesday and Thursday, 6:30pm - 9pm, but I don't even really want to go, but I've decided I should (I still got to get my L. The class will help that too.). It's getting a bit hard to travel around, considering I live in the country, so any other form of transportation besides a tractor or your mum is out of the question. Like it's really more than a 2 hour walk to our one floor mall that's the size of Walmart. I don't even go there. I haven't bloody shopped since last summer.
I FUCKING LOVE SHOPPING!
Anywho, where did my train of thought end up... Oh yes, so besides that, I kinda messed up with my University thingy. Hehehe.... I didn't really mess up, presay, I just didn't realize they'd email me too. The University, that I'm in by the way, usually sends snail mail or phones. So as a second thought, I decided to check, and what do you know. There was TWO emails from the University, the last one asking me if I'm still interested because I haven't set up an interview. Then I was like fuck.
I'm a fucking retard.
So I emailed her back straight away... I still haven't heard back, but I hope she'll be able to set up an interview for me! It'll only take an hour. Oh, also, did I fail to mention my course is at the campus separated by Miles of bare grassland and grass chewing cows? The degree program I'm trying to get into is at the town over, which really really sucks, since the University here in my town just moved campus' down the street from my house. Then again, I was like fuck.
But a girls gotta do, what a girls gotta do.
So I swore some more and sulked in my bedroom, which I am getting well acquainted with since the beginning of the school year. Considering I've been held captive by own boredom.... Downside to living in the country, if it's not warm out, there's nothing to fucking do. When it is warm out, there's the lake, river, beach, rock climbing, camping, water skiing, tubing, kayaking, Water Slides, even walking is a better past time than what I've been doing.
Plus, I'm way too lazy to do any of those things when it's warm out, anyway.
Then I'm back to square one again.
Good part of it all is that I've got, possibly, two semesters of University covered money wise. Bad news, my stupid Library Technician degree program (Yes, I'm going to be a sexy ass, low cut top, short skirt, pencil pushing, glasses quirking, librarian. What can I say, I'm a badass.) is four semesters of five classes each year. Actually, it'll be more than that. To get the degree I need a total of 21 courses, 19 of them are mandatory, and the last two are my choice based on the four options I have in the direction I want to take. ITS ALL IN THE NEXT TOWN OVER. Which is a 30min drive, respectfully. I'm just bloody glad my parents offered to drive me every morning, too bad they both have jobs.
One more time, everyone join in.
Fuck.
Besides that, I've got to get a job (I've never had a job before) too help pay for said future classes that will get me no closer to my future, only that much closer to having less money and moving to Vancouver where I'll attend UBC for my desired courses.
Guess, I want you to guess. It might just shock you.
Computer Programming.
I was the best girl in the year (only girl in the last 12 years, and best student, I mean.). I enjoy it too, which is the weird part. How I can stare at a computer screen and write code for endless hours still baffles me, but I can make a living off it so why not. It's not too stingy on the pay either. In fact, it's the highest top paying job in the whole world.
I remind myself sometimes, it keeps me motivated.
Extra money for girl programmers too (since there aren't a lot of them, they're in high demand.), something to do with our mindset and different outlooks compared to Males. Weird.
Wait, that's not all.
My true dream. The one thing that I've always been doing subconsciously, loving freely, and striving for.
Writing. I love it. I do it more as a hobby. I'm still in the mindset where I have to practice, and I know I do, but I'm not bad either. I know I'm not ready to be serious with getting published as a Novelist, I just want to work on creating a long list of stories to help grow my knowledge and styles.
I freaked out when I found out my University had a Novelist class. I am so taking that.
That little bit of news already cheered me up, and it's only been a few minutes since I was using "fuck" so profoundly.
What else... can I not think of.... My boyfriend has been busy with his classes and work, as of late. I miss him, and it's basically the reason why I'm being a shut in, within my own house. I have a right to be a needy whore too, the longest time we've been apart in the last TWO year (October 30th <-- anniversary) was when he went to South Africa just this August. THAT WAS 17 DAYS! I thought I would die from worry, South Africa ain't no first world country bro. Third world right there. Nelson Mandela, I condemn you for being a terrorist before being the president of South Africa. For fucks sake. I at least got to call him once or twice, and I would have been able to do it more often but the grace of a Cosplay Birthday Party, Cos&Effect, and a week at my place with
afterwards. I was in the city for a straight week before I even saw my own bed. Then my parents decided that I had to change rooms with my younger brother that very same week with
, so she got to see the glory that is my family. She was about ready to stab a bitch. At least I got a bigger room, and he has a window that's not surrounded by rose bushes to prevent him from continuously sneaking out at night. Or in.
Always, back to the hunky, foreign, green eyed, blond haired, boyfriend. He's going to UBC next September and is going to live with his two older brothers (both of whom I know. One is 6 years older, and another is 4 years.) until summer. Then they'll be going back and forth. I don't know how the living arrangements are going to settle. Especially when they're all South African brothers with a fiery temper and a knack for eating lots. They seriously clean out both of the two fridges whenever they visit home (It's probably why they have 2 fridges to begin with). Though, I think they might be keeping the place instead of selling when summer starts again. It could be time for them (the older two), at least I know my beau will be coming back each time.
I just don't know where I'm going to live when I move there. (Who are we kidding, I'll probably stay with them) However, it's all very complicated. I'm not allowed to live with Gilles, my boyfriend. Because, well, he's my boyfriend. His rules, not mine or my parents. His father is a minister.
How much more badass can this sex-god, crossplay, Librarian get?
Just as much as dating the youngest of three sons to a foreign, purely South African (They're white, so descendants of the British/Dutch), religious, pre-Exorcist, Minister Man. He's cool though. Like a big puppy, and yes, I do mean the father. He absolutely adores me for whatever reason.
What not to love, right?
Too much ego? Yeah, okay. Gotcha. I'll tone it down.
I'm not really sure why I'm writing this in the first place, maybe so I could talk inside my head but have in make sense in front of my eyes to look back on and regret later.
I digress.
Back to what I was saying about rules, not living, and sex-gods. Well, they have this thing (like the family does. Mostly his parents, despite how much they love me, will disapprove of this.) where you can't live with your gf until after Marriage. Guess what that brings us to. Yeah, we've discussed it. It's still too early, considering we'd have to move out, have money, finish schooling, etc. It's just not the right time.
BUT
Being engaged is a different thing.
So we'll see how that goes, that's a different story to be told along with our ideas on when we should have kids (Nolan sounds cute!). He's going off to be a Therapist with a PhD and I'll be typing away at my little computer with my big manly hands writing stories and code while going to the Library to organise books and read to children who never listen and would rather ram fingers up their snotty little noses. Our lives look so full of fucking fun, I'm bursting with absolute joy.
Fuck.
Oh, there it is again.
It's just a lot of work. A lot of work for the first time being able to take charge of our lives. Like for fucks sake, we're both 17 still. There's so much pressure you almost want to cop out and decide to inject Herion for a living. We have more of our life to plan out than we did in high school, and that was just what we wanted to do after Graduation. Doing it is a whole other thing.
After an hour of rambling, I'm going to give up for the night. Heaven forbid I do this again sometime. It's usually around 2am when my inspiration to write kicks in.
So nighters, toodles, and buh-bye.
Kaamen out!