First and foremost, I miss Vancouver. There is so much that I miss about being home. A comfortable bed, people I don't need to be introduced to, food at any time of the hour that doesn't have to come from a convienice store. It all adds up.
I think I dropped in status in Andrew's parent's minds. Andrew's younger brother is a git and doesn't understand the mutual rules of common sense or morality. His parents are blind to this and when I lash out in my small ways, it is seen as an insult to their parenting and it was about then when I fell from their pedistle. The worst part about it is that I should feed guilty but I don't, just uncomfortable that I will be spending another two or three nights in their house before I can go home. Apparenlty I'm not the angel everyone thought I was. My urban is showing.
How is everyone? Andrew knows because he reads live journal, I guess I could too, but I usually get the just of everything from him. Someone email me? tell me how your life is going. I feel so out of things.
I've been here almost two weeks and haven't taken a single picture with my own camera. I have with Andrews but thoes will probley end up on his flickr. Maybe i'll hyjack them for they are mine.
Solstace will be celibrated alone. The most merry of them all and I am in the only place where I won't find any pagens. Even in Halifax, I would be able to atleast talk to someone about it. But not here. Here I will be stuck waiting for a bus that will take me to an unwelcome house.
Gods, I can't wait to be home.
Ps. Chris, I still have your copy of Snow Crash. Fuck it's awesome and I'm only halfway through!