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I haven't posted an entry in ages, and I randomly thought today "hey, let me head on over to livejournal and write about something that means something. yay!" So here goes...
 

My cat has become an 'eat anything in sight' monster (not really, but still rawr when it comes to food) and I've taken a dip in depresso-land...to top it all off- I'm going to a wedding tomorrow! I am excited about that though seeing that it's my first wedding attending ever. I'm pretty stoked. I digress...
I got kicked out. But then I got kicked back in a.k.a let back inside my house ha. It's all because of my little lack of motivation to work in Montreal. Honestly? I don't want do it. I think the city is making me miserable...like 'The Shining' or something...I'm not going psycho- obviously, but I am pretty bummed. I haven't started college yet which totally sucks, but I need to finish my maths to get there. Hint: I suck monkey ass at math. I at least would like to get started on something. The semi-problem linking to my de-motivated self is that in Montreal EVERYTHING has to be french....and I mean EVERYTHING. You'd think that me living here all my life, I would've caught on. Agreed. I disagree that I would catch on to that crazy tongue-twister quebecer french though. And I'm sorry but uhm...I'm not french? I seriously don't care that I live in Quebec...I speak English. So this really isn't a rant on how I hate the french or anything because I really don't, but let's face it...this isn't little France okay? I would honestly LOVE to work, get paid and blow my money on something not really important, but just about nobody wants to hire me. It's not that I can't speak french...because I can (although not very well) but when they ask me a question, and I answer, they always go "Quoi?" (it means 'what') They being this corporate work bodies. I get nervous like crazy, and fuck up and forget all my words.
That's the worst thing...to talk in front of who knows how many people a day in a language that you're kind of lame at.
It's not even just that either. I was basically told the other day that I dont have a life.That would normally be eye roll worthy, but if I think about it...I'm leaning more towards the possibly. Everyone that I know seems to be in college living their lives or working or what have you, and what am I doing?
Watching Days of Our Lives as a jobless/schooless/semi-homeless person.
So..I'm making a change.
A change that hopefully (I really hope so) plays some sort of important role in my life. Get the ball rolling if you will.
I've decided I'm going to move.
WOOOT!

At first I'd thought that I'd only stay where I'm going for a couple of months then come back to Montreal, but my friend made a good point. If I come back to Montreal what am I going to do?

Good question.
Moving would be a total fucking waste of time and air fare.
Hence...the possibility of me not coming back.

*Gasp*

I don't know yet though. I'm going to see how everything goes, but that's it. Interesting eh?....not really.

Wish me lucky charms?
(that better be a yes on your end ;] ha)

peace yo'
-Sasha

I still remember everything in a book even though I do read it like Sonic the Headchog on speed...but still...this is not a good thing. I always get bored easily afterwards and then there I go..buying another book. These day it's the trashy romance novels that are cheap although they are pretty damn good;) but what the hell?!?! I can't go spending all my cash on books anymore! It's become sinful I tell you!

...'kay not really, but still.

Then again...what would I do with the money? I have no one to play with(ha ha). Everybody is always at school.
Ahhh before you think it, I am not a hobo living on my mother's couch [insert glare here], but alas...I shall be attending school as well this Monday. Gah..it's back to school. Mind you, during high school it was just..wow. I was late everyday since the 7th grade. Okay maybe not everyday but...just about xD. I am impatient with everything else but when it comes to school I'm as slow as a snail. It's kind of sad.  When I was doing my makeup or trying to wrestle down my hair so it would look half way decent I'd remember always looking at the clock and being like oh...there it goes. I guess I'll catch the next bus. I'd do that sometimes until 9:30am sometimes longer, when I had to be at school for 8:30am. All in all I am just not a punctual person. The harder I try to get to wherever I'm going, the longer it takes for me to actually get there. That probably doesn't make any sense but that's just how it is.

As of right now..I'm staring at my computer screen wondering how I got on the subject of my punctual-ness from my bore-ness. If I was you, I'd think that..uhm..I was a complete nutter:) I bet you probably already do.

So to ease your curiousity and strange expressions that you must be sporting by now...I'm gonna bounce(I've always wanted to say that you have no idea haha.)

Rest assured, my rambling has finally come to an end.

I bid you adieu.
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