Yep. I've got three weeks to find a place to live. And I'm pretty much going to be house-hopping every few weeks for two years, maybe even being able to bribe my mother to let me stay for a week out of the month.

What I'm doing right now is getting a SIN number, going to school and trying to figure out a part-time job. Once I've got one of those, depending, I *might* be able to actually move back into my old place, with my grandfather.

Now THAT is a crazy dream. On one hand. But on the other hand... it's not all that unlikely. If I can get a part time job VERY soon and actually be making money by the end of next month, I should be able to manage something. If I talk to my grandmother and ask a few friends of mine... I'm pretty sure.

That's an interesting goal. And it's also my new one. My grandfather needs a roommate who can pay rent. If I can pay rent I'm going to jump at it. I love that apartment and he's going to have to move out soon if he can't find someone; I don't want him to have to move and I really, really, really want to live there again-I miss it.

So. Any ideas on how to start making $800-odd dollars a month?

(The rent is six hundred. My smoking and food is the rest.)

'Cause I'm pretty much fresh out. But I really want to.

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Life, Ze Universe, And Everything

February 27th 2008 04:55

Well I am unbelievably happy. I don't even know how to describe it. I'm just really happy right now. I have a boyfrriend who I love more than anything. He is so important to me, so much to me.

I love him so much and I'm happy with him. I get a really good feeling. Like this'll last until the end of time. I can't even begin to describe how happy I am.

And it's crazy. Love. Is. Overrated. I don't care to be in it... I didn't want to be in it... I never wanted it... but I got stuck with it. Repeatedly... and this time for once... I'm happy. Really happy. Things are going severely uphill in almost every area of my life.

I am incredibly happy except for one tiny problem.

My mother called Children's Aid, convinced that I need THEIR help. And I don't need or want help, even if I did I wouldn't go to them for it. I'm allergic to them and I'm too independent for them to do any good.

They cannot help me nor do I want their help.

But they're coming anyway and I'm going to be very very displeased. But my boyfriend will be there so I'll manage to deal. Heh.

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So.

February 22nd 2008 16:13

Last night was interesting. First, it went largely downhill because I had to go out and meet up with a friend and he DIDN'T SHOW. Then it went hugely uphill because I was hanging out with him and three other friends.

Then he decided to slip, fall, and hit his head on the ice and get a mild concussion, which wonderfulled my day. We had to take him to the hospital, and despite the fact that I hate ALL hospitals-especially this one-I went with him.

He's my ex and my best friend's boyfriend. I went a) because I was worried about him b) because my best friend would have never been able to get home without his or my help. I called my boyfriend-who is my ex's best friend, and whose dad hates me COMPLETELY.

Well he had a mild concussion and they did let him out. My day went uphill as soon as I'd seen my boyfriend-I love him a lot. But still, hospitals, argh.

I was panic-attacking in the hospital. It's a combination of the fact that I watched Daddy die there, the fact that I sense spirits and hospitals have plenty, and the fact I was worried about my friend. Rolling all three into one and we have panic-attack-city.

As in, hyperventilating, shaking, and gaining wonderful speech impediments. (Or, as my friend would say, 'Speeching Definitions'. HA.) Anyway, it was wonderfully horrible. I hated every minute spent in that hospital. Yeah, we probably should have stayed-if we'd been there five more minutes, my friend wouldn't have searched for us for like... half an hour. But I could not be paid to stick around any longer, especially because he might have had to stay an overnight.

So, I left my bag there. I never leave my bag ANYWHERE, but I almost forgot it once and I DID forget it. This is how bad off I was being in the hospital, because I hate that place so much.

I'm going to have to laugh if my mother complains that I didn't go to school today; I really am.

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SHINY!

February 21st 2008 15:38

The title has absolutely, completely, 100%, nothing to do with anything.

So I guess I should talk about what's keeping me so busy. Combination of trying to beat up my depression-and almost-succeeding-so that it hides away in a corner for the moment. (Damn thing won't die.) Combination of that, writing elsewhere, reading, and spending time with ze boyfriend. Who isn't the one I was dating for three months somewhere in there

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I'm back again

February 14th 2008 12:44

Sorry about my disappearance. I went into a wonderful suicidally depressed state for the last month or so, and I've been carefully hiding it.

Now I have the most wonderful boyfriend in the world-in my eyes-and I'm completely happy. It's kind of frightening how happy I am. I'm just sitting here waiting for the rain to fall 'cause I know it has to some day, it always has so far. But if it doesn't I'll go on being happy

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