yup. life goes on, whether you want it to or not. to skip over the vague banalities of the last few weeks of my existence, I got shafted by Random Prom Hook-up guy like you wouldn't believe...it was pretty brutal. while I seem to have recovered nicely due to the industrial strength ego, a lot of Pepsi and my job, in reality there are few things I would like more than to rip out his heart and tap dance on it. No, that's not entirely true, but I am a little bitter, a little hurt.
but I will survive.
much of my time and energy is spent at work. I'm an apprentice interpreter at Ste. Marie Among the Hurons, which was a Jesuit mission in Ontario for the Catholic priests to come and convert the Huron Indian to Christianity. I do everything, and it's so great. but the questions get aggravating after a while--"are they really buried there?" (they meaning St. Jean de Brebeuf and St. Gabriel Lalemant, two martyrs who died at the hands of the Iroquois); "did they sleep up there?" (shelves in the long house. no, they were shelves, dumbass.); and "is that an exercise bench?" (no, it's a drawbench for wood working)
but all the guys are hot, so it's all good. and it's just generally good times, because everyone hangs out after work and stuff. just what I need to not be thinking about what a failure I am. and the fact that I don't seem to have any friends left right now...
anyhow, it's time that I should be getting to bed, so goodnight.
~rhiannon once upon a time I was falling in love now I'm only falling apart nothing I can do, total eclipse of the heart