Back.

I opened this blog and realized that it's been far too long since I've posted anything. Either I haven't really got anything to say, or nothing I have to say is blog-appropriate. I'll go with the latter.

Many big things in my have occurred since the last post on here.

My great friend Dave Rodgerson, one who Daves (not in past tense - he still Daves in his own way), passed away to be in a place so much closer to God. I still feel selfish: I want him to be here. But God knows better than we do, so we trust and keep going. I trust that I can keep going.

(and now the non sequitur)

I've moved. No longer am I a Clayton Park, Ghetto hugging, Bus-52 Junkie. I've relocated above a comic book store. Isn't that sweet? A comic book store! ...I've never actually been inside it of course, but hey - it's there all right. Quinpool is kind of fun. The lack of Needs stores is a bit inconvenient, but with the bus stop directly in front of my door, and a theatre across the street, and my sister down the block... it's not bad at all. Too many restaurants for my pitiful paycheck though. Rent all On My Own sucks. But the food in the (new!) fridge is all mine, I never have to scoop leftover Mr. Noodles from the sink drain, and I can spend an entire weekend watching Grey's Anatomy without feeling like I should be maybe socializing with my Room-Mates.

On the subject of Grey's Anatomy: I am addicted. (good segue eh?)
In the past two weeks, I have watched the entire first two seasons of Grey's Anatomy, as well as catching up with the episodes I missed of this season. That's 35 episodes. I couldn't stop myself. One show would finish, and I just needed to see what would happen next. I even got the soundtracks (both of which are great). The whole experience threatened to throw me into a whirling pit of despair over my love-triangle free, non-sleep-deprived, unambitious life as I currently live it. I decided, however, that all my problems are a result of my lack of student-status and therefore it is only a matter of time before a life like Meredith Grey is my own. Less all the men she slept with (o.k., hello? Whoring is not the answer) ... Although, I am still waiting for my very own McDreamy (but shh, don't tell Joanne: she thinks I am aspiring to be an old lady with lots of cats).

Other than that, while I am not watching someone else's McLife, I'm still working at Ocean Nutrition Canada. Fun, eh? Actually it's not so bad. I've got free reign to experiment and lots of (potentially good) ideas to experiment with. It's not in a field I love, but every day is still interesting, and I am always learning a lot. That was my goal - make a lot of money, and learn a lot; if I've only succeeded in one of the two, well, half way is not so bad. Soon I'll be applying for grad schools and finding a new city to live in, so I'm going to love where I am right now, for now.

Because life is good. It really is.

xo, <><