Back from way back

So I haven't used this blog in a while.. no wonder. When I started it up, it was a "fad" at the time, and I fell right into it. Reading back through my posts, I... well, let's just remind ourselves that I was a little younger than I am now, and the world has gotten much larger since those days.

So while it's embarrassing to read those posts (I ask that you don't, if you've somehow found yourself here...), it's a bit amusing as well. If you can't laugh at yourself, what can you laugh at?

I went through them all about a month ago, weeding out the occassional "poem" I had actually published on here, expecting myself to delete the actual blog shortly thereafter... obviously my mind has changed.

While blogs can be really annoying and easily taken as self-absorbent, it's a chance to reflect, as well as practice your grammar. Nothing wrong with practice. So here's me, admitting that I too have been self-absorbed... but hey, I'm not knocked up and tied down to the first hick that got a hard on at twenty, am I? In this area, that's something.

Alright, let's be fair, ONE of those people who got married so young may stand a chance... the rest really are morons. Most of them probably aren't even moved out of mom and dads yet. Frankly, it does sicken me how many people my age are getting married. Like the  race against the biological clock actually needed to be sped up. Come on people, we're living longer, why would you marry younger? DO something first, gain knowledge/wisdom/common sense, meet a few more people outside of your own gene pool.

So, since my last post, which I believe was roughly a year ago, I have indeed gone to school, my friendship with the boy has indeed gone into the drain, etc etc...

Really, it's not too interesting, nothing out of the norm... for me anyway. Though I have heard that I am strange, maybe it's true and I'm totally off, or I'm still thinking the world revolves around me.

Going to school, I am living with my grandmother and aunt. It's an interesting experience, to say the least, and one that I am not looking forward to returning to so much. I love them to death, of course, but I was becoming very miserable when I left for the summer. So upon returning to Toronto, a job is to be found, and a bachelor apartment (assuming I find no room mates soon enough).

And really, that is all.

I'm a little more of a punchy bitch, but that happens with age in the Engel family. We get grumpy, the more we realize how futile everything is, in the bigger picture.

yup.

I'm going to sleep