Some days, having crohn's is how I envision being knocked up to feel like. I am starving, but halfway through my meal, nausea takes over and I can no longer eat. I am starving but midway through food preparation, nausea takes over and I can no longer eat. I am starving but the smell of anything other than clean air triggers nausea and I am no longer interested in combating my hunger.
Today was a bad day. My body didn't want to cooperate.
Hopefully tomorrow brings a friendlier stomach with it.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Complacency, the motherfucker.
Tomorrow is actually "moving day". I haven't started packing. I'm quite content reading about magic ships and avoiding all other thoughts.
As per my last post, I found some reasons this week, not to move back to Calgary:
- I have to reapply through the website for FA postings like every other civilian. The bilingual posting closed on Wednesday. They won't post for english speaking fa's until 2011.
- Sait's New Media program for Fall 2010 has 141 people on the wait list which means there's no way I'd even get in. I refuse to wait another year to go back to school.
That was about it. I mean other than the fact that I have no real interest in moving back. I think I may have been giving some damn good lip service (or maybe not so damn good). I really have no desire to ever go back. I like Vancouver. I may not love it, but, I like it a lot and am not ready to say goodbye to new friends who feel like old friends.
I wish Mandy would move here though.
It would make things seem less than perfect but more perfect than they currently seem.
That is all.
As per my last post, I found some reasons this week, not to move back to Calgary:
- I have to reapply through the website for FA postings like every other civilian. The bilingual posting closed on Wednesday. They won't post for english speaking fa's until 2011.
- Sait's New Media program for Fall 2010 has 141 people on the wait list which means there's no way I'd even get in. I refuse to wait another year to go back to school.
That was about it. I mean other than the fact that I have no real interest in moving back. I think I may have been giving some damn good lip service (or maybe not so damn good). I really have no desire to ever go back. I like Vancouver. I may not love it, but, I like it a lot and am not ready to say goodbye to new friends who feel like old friends.
I wish Mandy would move here though.
It would make things seem less than perfect but more perfect than they currently seem.
That is all.
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