ive been biting my nails again, stress. and my pinkie finger HURTS. i need to stop. im drinking a luke-warm microwave homemade soy latte. (coffee from the communal work machine, heated and shaken soy milk). im about to read this book called "how to talk with teens abot love, relationships, and s-e-x". yes, for work. god, my finger hurts. i just realized. both the us. and canada right now have "right-wing" leaders in government. where have i been? this is HORRIBLE!! (oooooh, simple plan on the radio! yes guys, i do feel like breaking down, i do feel out of place! the words of my generation!?---->"welcome to my life!")-----my god, i better be the next coupland. gosh.
posting from work. on lunch break. okay, update. [where to start?] i have yet to give notice at my current job that i'm leaving early. that's because i'm having a little bit of a hard time hearing from my new boss about when i'm actually going to start. i need to call her. probably will this afternoon. so, what is my new job. i'll be working for a woman who has strong federal research connections. i will be her "right hand pocket" gal. i'll coordinate/liase between her and all of her research programs. i'll go with her on trips to conferences. deliver papers. conduct research. and the best part is that it's all in the field of aboriginal health. which is SO up my alley. it's my career. so, any guilt around having to quit my current job, which i love and adore, two months early, is erased by the fact that i'm going to be working in my career. the scary part is that the first week of september i'm packing my life up and moving to prince george. with no thoughts of returning back to terrace to reside.
with moving comes a few things.
1. stewart. he's coming with (!!). no pressure or anything, but he decided he wanted to come with me, and so, together we are embarking upon this new life
2. the seriousness of our relationship. how do things get so serious, so fast. it's been almost 6 months and we're in that committed for life stage. which is exciting!! stewart's super excited and has been telling people and they've been misinterpreting it to mean that we're already engaged. and we're not, so it leads to somewhat of a few akward conversations with acquaintances who are shocked (and presumably also excited). on that i realized the only examples i have for "how long to wait until you get engaged" are from popular culture. everyone else i know got engaged really soon, and when you're swimming along in love, you just know that someone is for you (well, at least i do). so, i could easily not wait a long time, but we've kind of decided that with the move, getting engaged in the next four months might be TOO much. and we'd go crazy.
3. moving! i have to leave the beautiful place i just moved into. which is not so exciting. but it feels right. and it's what must be done. i'm so excited to grab prince george by its horns. it'll have no idea what hit it. i'm going to try and get a new music radio show at the community radio station (woot radio experience). we're going to hang out in greasy diners. i hope to volunteer at the elizabeth fry society, possibly. we're going to buy a car (!!). stewart's talking about doing a marketing/management program to study business techniques. we're evening planning beyond prince george (b/c it's part of the transition) and I keep mentioning montreal as the place to finally land. so we're talking about doing xmas in montreal. going to japan next summer for a visit. and on and on and on and on and on. plan plan plan plan plan.
phew! i'm exhausted. i have a blister on my foot from the white-ish sugar shoes. last night we saw mission impossible 3. if i didnt like phillip seymour hoffman, yes, it would have been pretty bad, though i was grabbing onto stewart in suspense. so funny. we ate late, got to bed late, and its so hard leaving his bed in the morning when i'd just rather stick my head into his armpit and sleep all day. i'm no longer turning into one of those mushy girls in love. i am one of those mushy girls in love. and i'm really appreciating it. he and i have worked so hard on our relationship, and somedays its still difficult. but he's a great healing balm (along w/ the other lovelies in my life), and it's nice just healing and healing.
in other notes, we received our cat rupert on sunday. and he's a bachelor. and antsy to get outside. so on friday we'll let him out and he'll run back to my mum's. but we'll spend the next month or so getting him used to our new location. i dont think that we'll be able to take him to p.g. being worried he'd really run away.
i need to get crafting and have a bunch of stuff at home to craft. tonight we're going to have these savory okonomiyaki style pancakes. and home fries. so good. ooooh! and i won a bbq. so i gave it to k--man for his b--day. but, i cant wait to have a veggie dog off of it.
there was this fake guy at the columbia icefields building. in their interpretive display. you know, one of those "discoverers of land that has yet to be discovered"? yeah, he climbed that rock.
a mountain. maybe mt. athabaska. i couldnt really remember. we did see alot of mountains.
stewart climbs under the rocks to be like one of those aforementioned "discoverers".
mcbride. where time stops. (and they want to be hockeyville).
there was this log field in prince george. isnt it crazy!? look at all those logs! and i thought our towns were under siege by the horrible capitalist market set out to ruin our logging industry? what?
amanda. me. stewart. [like my new hair? its a bit grown out now].