You Get One Chance

Leaving Again.

Today is my last day in Canada until the May 25th ya'll! I'm going to Europe for three weeks starting tomorrow. I'm flying out of Vancouver into the Heathrow Airport in London. I'm sooooo stoked! Can't wait to get there. I'm so happy that I'm getting the chance to travel. I thought I was going to get stuck here until I finished college. I really just want to get out of this town and meet some new people. I'm getting kinda tired of seeing the same people every single day of my life. I've known most of these people since I was a baby and when you've known someone that long you get sorta stuck in their one view of you. I want to reinvent myself and I can't do it here where everyone already thinks they know me. I don't really like the rut I've gotten stuck in and I think this is a great chance to pull myself out of it.... Plus dating here has gotten hard. In a town this small it isn't hard to run out of available men, if there are even any that meet your standards in the first place. I mean don't get me wrong or anything, small town dating works for some people but if you don't marry your high school sweetheart things get kinda tough. Especially if everyone in the town already knows your dating history... Hey, maybe I'll meet someone in Europe. I mean what girl hasn't dreamed of being swept off her feet be someone mysterious, exotic, and new. Oh, and don't forget ripped. (sigh) I have a soft spot for washboard abs. But then what girl doesn't right. Got to go, Later.

Sometimes I wish I were a Man.

Sometimes, and ladies back me up here, being female sucks. Especially when you can't stand other women. (sigh) If women didn't hate each other we would rule the world. But as it stands being a guy in times of trouble seems so much easier. I mean when guys get pissed at each other they just duke it out and then go for a pizza because they're friends again five minutes later. But girls, oh no, that would just be too easy, when we get mad at each other we like to cause everlasting emotional and psychological pain. We spread rumours, steal each other's boyfriends, and worst of all the whole time we're doing this we pretend that we still like each other. I mean we both know that we hate each other but we can't just come right out and say it, uh-uh, we smile at one another while behind the other person's back we campaign to ruin their life in a way that would make politians blush. It's really sad, but hey that's the way it is. And when the our men go off to war for king and country, who stays at home to worry that they'll never be heard from, or seen again? Oh yeah, that would be the little women. I'm not saying that it's not hard on the men (and guys it must be hard to live with us some days) but I'm only just now realizing how hard it is to stay at home. My brother and bestfriend just enlisted together to serve in the war in Iraq. I tell you what, if they get themselves killed I'll never forgive them. I really wish there was some way I could protect them.

Givin up Dance

I'm givin up dance. I've been dancing for 15 years but I'm giving it up. I'm to big to be a dancer anyway. I mean I'm only 5"1 110 pounds but most professional ballerinas are alot smaller than me. Sucks, too big to dance for a living and to small for everything else. Oh well, at least now my feet can get a rest from those damn uncomfortable point shoes. They're torture devices, who ever invented them should be thrown down a flight of stairs along with the people who discovered math and the inventors of pantiehose.

So I got dumped.

I've been dating this guy. Sweet, athletic, good looking, smart, funny, to good to be true right?... Yup. Serves me right, I shouldn't date people who are prettier than me. Unless I'm lucky enough to find one of the modest ones who doesn't know they're prettier. Anyway I got dropped faster than a bat with rabies but that didn't hurt to badly. What really got me was that I got the shaft so he could go after my much more gorgeous sister. I'm a little, no, alot bitter about that. I love my sister but sometimes it drives me nuts that when a guy sees her first I don't get a second glance. I'm not an ogre or anything like that, in fact I'm kinda cute in a girl next door sort of way, and a hell of alot smarter than she is. But she's got legs that go for miles and is easily the hottest girl within a fifty km radius of our place so I kinda fade into the woodwork. (sigh) Oh well.... To get my mind off of the asshole that is my ex as well as my impending poverty due to tuition fees I have decided to travel a bit before I bury myself in a financial hole with student loans. So I'm going to Europe for a month in May. Best way to get your mind off of an ex, go stare at some hunky English guys for a month.