Oh, Ontario! Oh, Jennifer Jason Leigh!

Erik is supposed to be working on his resume. Instead, I am watching him delete piles of stuff (2.26 GB worth of stuff) from his computer. I am enthralled. En. Thralled.

Anyways, yeah, I’m not much in the way of an exciting person, but I suppose I’ve got a few bits of news I can share, while I’ve got the time.

I don’t remember the last time I updated, aside from last weekend’s blip on the radar of update-age and shite, so we’ll say it was sometime in the summer and go from there.

Ooooh, let’s go by month and see what I can do with that…

June: Got temporary position at Castledowns lab, doing the same thing I’d been doing for 3 months before that point, except with more stability (which is to say: I don’t have to move between different labs, unless they’re fucking desperate). Happy with boy.
July: Work, work, work. Have fun with boy and his family, often. Instigate dissention among ranks at home (aunt is evil, mother less so, me evil beyond belief!). Joy and happiness (both real and sarcastic).
August: Work bunches to save monies. Dream about moving out and start looking at apartments without any real commitment to the idea of moving out… Dream about it some more. Hope and pray that maybe one day I can. Road trip! 8 days in car and hostels and tents and hotel rooms and friend’s bed, alone with Erik, with music and laughter and so many pictures and good times had by all.
September: Boy back in school for Victory Lap and insanity. Working regular hours, but going bonkers because of all the changes the company is creating.
October: 21st birthday! Work, work, go to bed late, wake up early, work, eat, nap, movie, eat, blahblahblah, same old same old, except boy comes over Tuesdays for dinner and kisses and movies and joy. Also, tickling.
November: Shalalalalala, same old.
December: Shalalalalala, same old. Christmas. Kisses, dinners, family, declarations of love at 2 am and me being weird as always. Erik writes finals before Christmas, graduates, gets an Iron Ring (it’s an engineer thing. I think).
January: Shalalalalala, same old. HATE WORK. Develop passionate love for all things baked and food blogs and cookbooks.
February: HATE. WORK. Want work (and often also family) to burn up and blow away forever. Valentine’s Day, ensuing with chocolate cake, Chinese food, kisses, more declarations (albeit written) of love. He loves me. He loves ME. He LOVES me. HE. Loves. Me. ????

Essentially, this is my life. It’s good, it could be better. But I’ve got a boy and a family and life and cat and I want to move but don’t have the money, but one day I will and I’ll go to baking school and get a job at a bakery, or open my own, and have kisses and love.

Works for me.

– civil twilight – the weakerthans –