2006-06-24
Skills
I work and work. I could recount wonderful tales of creepy tourists, but I won't grace you with the details of wonderful old men hitting on me.
I want to travel. I want to LEAVE. At least this year I'll have Whitehorse. That's something, right?
A city the size of the UBC campus. Hooray. I'm back in PG the 21st; in Mission two weeks before that. Ahhh. I don't want to be there. I don't care if my grandmother is ill and if my sister is about to deliver her first begotten child; I want to be drinking it up in...Rome! (I love you, Jo!)
I'm having a great time as times go but i'm a little homesick. Sigh.
It's funny - no matter what kind of meanial work I do every summer; I block it out. At least I'm gaining cashiering/liquour/lotto skills. Which means, basically, that I can tell dirty old men to go fuck themselves in six different laungages, three of them local.
suzza at 12:15 p.m.