Acceptance

I have officially been accepted into Georgian College in Barrie, Ontario.

Barrie wasn't exactly my first choice. In fact, it was pretty much my last choice and I only applied to it because the application was already paid for. But I don't care. It's the only college I've heard back from yet. It's out in the middle of nowhere, but better to be out in the middle of nowhere in Canada than out in the middle of nowhere in America.

I don't know if I'll be able to get student loans or anything, or if I even want to go the student loan route of things. I'm pretty much assuming that I'm going to have to work in the US for at least a year before I can go up, at which point I'll just have to reapply to the colleges and hope like hell that they take me a second time.

I was so excited about it though. The first person I mailed was SyK. He was honestly the first one that came into my head to tell. I'm glad I did, too, considering the rest of the people I've bothered to mention it to haven't really shown much enthusiasm for me. Kind of selfish, but you know, it's my ambition for several years running now, you'd expect some kind of congratulations, not "You should go to a university, not a college," or "Why are you going THERE?"

Brooke comes in 2nd so far. She told me it was awesome and she was glad for me, even though she looked sad and didn't mean it. She's been looking forward to getting back to MU with someone she knows for the past couple years, and now that she's finally going back I won't be there to shoot the shit with on campus anymore. I can't say I'm not disappointed about that myself; I would've liked to have gotten in a few more coffee sittings with her for the sake of it. Got her number I guess, and I've had it for years...I just never do anything about it. I've had SyK's number for ages and have yet to call him.

Guess I don't really know what to say.
"Hey Brooke, have fun digging around in little kids' mouths at work today?"
"Yo SyK, I'm taking over Mongolia as we speak. Nepal will soon be under my control and renamed Nipple for the hell of it."

Chaos gets back to his familial home Sunday. I was going to go visit him then like all the rest of his friends and family, but his girlfriend is being such a cunt about everything I just said fuck it. Everything has to be her way and she always talks down to me like I have to have permission to talk to him or whatever. I hate to tell her, but even if he is intending to marry her and all, I've known him before she ever did, and I've probably been through a lot more bad than good with him than she has. I don't need her fucking permission to talk to him, and if I want to get him this gift or invite him to that place, I'm going to fucking do it.

Chaos wants her and I to get along. So do I. I don't want there to be shit between her and I. Just seems like she doesn't get jokes half the time. If she doesn't get my jokes I don't see how she gets Chaos' jokes. It's been going downhill with her and it'll only do one of two things. Either Chaos will get here and she'll be less stressed out and therefore less of a bitch to me for having an opinion, or I'll get sick of her and just leave whenever she comes over. Hopefully not the latter. It'd suck to have that kind of tension going. I should talk to Chaos about it, but he doesn't have the net and I'm not going to see him til Thursday or Friday, so he'll just have to find it here if I don't get around to it by then.

I bombed out on my Computer Science exam today. I don't have my grade yet, but I could basically grade it for you myself. I usually do that...I'll go through when I'm done and put little Xs next to the ones that I know are wrong. I passed...just not very well.

But I was still smiling on the drive home. I just think, "I'm going to live in Canada," and everything else seems to suck less and bother me less. Watch Canada get annexed right when I'm moving there. I wouldn't put it past Herr Bush.

Singing! "I hate New Finland 'cause they talk so weird, Prince Edward Island is too small, Nova Scotia's dumb 'cause it's the name of a bank, New Brunswick doesn't have a good mall."

Ah, I love my Canadian music.

I love my Canadian everything, especially my Canadian puppet pals. Yar.

Sorry kids, I had to shave my gigantic mohawk because I'm going to visit my grandmother. Heart condition + favourite grandchild + mohawk = bad news.