Allow me to vent for just one moment, before I tell you what an awesome day it was today. Since when have Canadians become so interested in American politics? I can't get over how 99% of the past 24 hours of Facebook has been all about the election. From my experience, most Canadians don't even care about Canadian politics. Now, all of sudden, it's all about Obama.
Y'all feel strongly about him winning. But why? Don't get me wrong, I'd vote for him too. Cause he's cool, he's funny, his wife is a snappy dresser. But I don't know anything about his values, what he's accomplished in the last 4 years or hopes to in the next 4. (Except for the occasional rant from my sweet friend, The American. He proudly voted for Romney.)
Actually, I think most of the reason I'd vote for Obama is that Romney is a *(cult-that-shall-remain-nameless)* and I'm very anti-cult now. Can't be helped, that's just the way it is! Although, what I've learned over the past year and a half is, even though I don't go to church, I'm still a church girl at heart. I'm happier living closer to the safe zone than living on the edge. And that's ok.
Second rant of the night: Didn't we just start TV season? Why are all the shows on a 3 week hiatus? What's a girl going to do if she desperately needs a 22 minute study break? Write on her blog, apparently.
Tonight, much like last night, I dragged my tired ass off to school, after a long day at work, not wanting to go there at all. And, like last night at school and Monday night volunteering, I walked home feeling great. Nike is right, you know. "Just do it." If just doing it is, in fact, doing the right thing, you won't regret it. I actually love school almost as much as I love being back into volunteer work, I just wish I was 20 and that was the only thing I had to do in life, school and homework, instead of work and the restaurant and school and homework. I tried to get this sweet 20 year old Scottish boy to switch assignments with me the other night, since his is scheduled for the week after mine. He was like, I'm so slammed right now. I thought, Really? What do you do? Oh you go to school. I also do that. And work 60-70 hours a week. And volunteer. Oh well. That's not his fault. He's just a sweet kid with a cool accent, I'll find some way to bring it next Tuesday in class.
So from the list of projects I have due over the next month, I am definitely going underground from the social scene and doing nothing but studying until mid-December. But it's ok because I love it. Tonight, much like last night but in a different class, we got stuck with another group assignment. I sighed. The only 20 year old friends I have are at the restaurant. But, once again, I got a look from the girl sitting across from me and found a partner. Very cool girl. Strangest thing - she's friends with two of the girls from Pure that I know. Out of everyone in the class, it was an odd coincidence.
I love the professor too, he's been genuinely concerned for me as I lived through the cold from hell, and has been completely understanding as I've fallen behind on assignments and missed classes.
And I was happy at the real job today. Jersey Shore has finally, finally made it out of Jersey after a terrible bout with a Hurricane. I'm happy he's back. He's sick, probably a by-product of terrible weather and no water, electricity or heat for the last week and a half.
Between what he's been through recently and walking home from school, through a neighbourhood of hookers, homeless people and drug addicts, I feel very grateful. To have a lovely roof over my head, a job that I love, being able to go to school, have good friends, a loving family and all the opportunities ahead of me in life right now. And that I can come home, light candles and have a hot bath. Finally, I'm happy that I make it home from school alive twice a week. A homeless man actually tried to attack me the other night on the way back from class (not cool dude), but Toronto is essentially good at the heart of it, and I am fine.
Exhausted though, time for bed. If I can make it to yoga this week, I'll be having the best week ever. Nameste.
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