Nothing left to lose

I kind of don't recognize myself anymore. I don't mean that in a depressive, I'm-so-lost kind of way. I am just amazed at how much this summer has changed me. Or maybe it's not me, but circumstances. Either way, I feel barely recognizeable.

I'm dating someone great, which is not what I am used to. I don't expect a pity party, but let's be honest; I've had terrible choice in suitors in the past.

I've graduated and, with almost certainty, will not be returning to school next month. There's still the off-chance I will be accepted off of the wait list, but I'm more than willing to work for the year and re-apply.

My grandmother passed away. Last summer my dad's mom passed on, and this summer my mother's mom has left us. This leaves me with no living grandparents. My mother's mom was always the grandparent I was closest to, so this death hit me the hardest. Still, her quality of life was no longer good, and as everyone likes to point out, "it [was] for the best."

I don't hang out with the same crowd or in the same fashion. The only carry-over from last summer is really music trivia, and even that is slowly losing its charm. I'm not sure where I stand on this issue (not music trivia). I've never really been a social creature, but I feel like I need to take some initiatives in this regard.

How's that for truth?

Through and through and through

It's been a while since I've really put anything of substance on this blog. Perhaps an update is in order.

I've been seeing someone. He is not a musician and so far not an asshole who can't seem to make up his mind.

As an added bonus, I'm going green and recycling.

My mother has returned to Calgary. Things have ultimately turned for the worse and the infection my grandmother has is now in her blood. She's resting comfortably and she's the most lucid I've experienced her in a long time. I like to take comfort in the fact that she will die knowing who I am.

My World Cup predictions have been hot and cold. I'm betting on a Uruguay/Germany final. Everyone else is joining camp Nederlands, but I'm sticking to my guns.

I went to Cirque on Friday and thoroughly enjoyed it. My favourite part was the end routine with the trampolines and the building. I only wish it had been a bit longer. Mitch created an elaborate backstory/plot for the performance - possibly as enjoyable as Cirque itself.

Spent the day in Summerside for work. I was able to have lunch at my aunt's place - pizza, garlic fingers, and cookies!

Things could be better, but they could always be worse.

It's time to peace the fuck out

Morgan arrived home safely, albeit slightly late, the other night. I can't describe how great it is to have her home. I attended a Palmer party last night. They never disappoint. I had good food, good company, good beer, Rock Band (Beatles at that), and Apples to Apples (a phenomenal game). Doesn't get much better than that. We headed down to Baba's after Apples to Apples died down. John Connolly was playing and I am ashamed to say it was my first time ever hearing him. Saw lots of old friends/acquaintances.

Today was pretty quiet and mildly family oriented. We had an Edwards family lunch at Churchill Arms this afternoon. A trip to PEI is not complete without their deliscious british curry. Afterwards, Mom and I went to the mall and took in some boxing "week" sales. I got a new dress that I need to find an occassion to wear.

Tonight I went to Katherine and Lloyd's apartment with Zak and we played wii for a few hours. I can't seem to escape it. It was a lot of fun though. I managed to continue my streak of beating Zak at basically any game we played.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve day and my big plan is to scrimmage with Glen's little proteges. It was really fun on Tuesday, surprisingly. And a good work out. I should probably think about staying in shape - not as a New Year's resolution, but as a personal goal.

Holding out for a hero

Considering I didn't get out of bed until 1 PM today, it has been a very productive day. I ordered my graduation ring (see: previous post). I bought a Dal Tigers t-shirt (increase in school spirit, also see last post). And I studied for 3 hours for my Drug & Drug Education exam that is at 7 PM. I am so tired of reading about marijuana, opioids, stimulants, etc etc. I can't wait to write this exam and have it out of the way. Then I have to worry about Nutrition, which I write at 8:30 AM on Friday. UGH.
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