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So... I haven't done much of anything since I got back from Redeemer, but to make up for it I've done a good deal of nothing. (Yeah, groan at that if you want.) I think I'm still catching up on sleep, because I can sleep for 9 hours and then take a long nap a couple hours after I get up. Maybe I'm just talented.

Job: he, he, he. Oh, employment, I want you almost as much as I will no doubt hate you once I have you. Actually I'm applying to work at a camp for physically disabled kids, and I think I can get in because I not only have lots of experience with kids and disabled kids but also found out today that my neighbo(u)r across the street knows the camp director 'cuz she used to be the camp nurse there. So she gets to be one of my references, and hopefully this works out. Otherwise I'll probably be stuck flipping burgers or something. Not that I wouldn't enjoy watching pudgy little children chugging down their super-extra-biggie-McBurger down and the constant odo(u)r of deep-fried food. There would be good stories to tell y'all anyway, and I wouldn't be working 24 hours a day. Que será, será and all that.

It's good to be home. Different; but I think the main difference is in how much I have to get done. My family lives like college people anyway. (My mom and I boiled up some hot dogs just now, and it's 1:30. So... yeah.) I missed my city a lot though. Grand Rapids has actual character, though I guess that's not the biggest compliment ever, considering that I'm comparing it to Hamilton, and a suburb of it at that. Speaking of suburbia, remind me to tell you about the time I visited Brampton, a... monotone little suburb of Toronto (also, where Tal, Alaina and Anthony live...) and had nightmares about it the next night... well, that's pretty much the whole story, actually....

So anyway, speaking of stories and also Grand Rapids, what better place to get stories or books in general in Grand Rapids than the library, and this sentence is the worst segue ever, I'm sorry you're having to go through it. So anyway, I go to the library a lot ('cuz, well, I'm a geek) and before I went to Redeemer, I was there enough (every couple days or so) that the parking lot attendant recognized me as a regular. Yeah, so he remembered me after eight months away. Kinda cool, eh? Especially because I look nothing like, say, the passport picture of me that was taken nine months ago. Short reddish hair then, long black hair now. No facial piercing then, facial piercing now. Contacts then, glasses (sometimes) now. (Oh yeah, did I tell you I got glasses? Well, I did.)

Actually now that I think about it, he probably just recognized me ‘cuz I’m brown. Because really, in my 18-or-so years in GR (or, as certain of my Ontarian friends call it, “the” GR), I’ve seen four brown guys, and one of them was me in the mirror, and another one was my brother. And the other two are adopted too. Oh wait, there was the imam guy (yeah, I’m Racially Sensitive) at the mosque we visited in (Grade) 10(th Grade) religion class – hmm, the whole “Canadian AND American” writing style I use doesn’t work too well there eh? – anyway, he was brown too. So that’s probably why the guy recognized me. Maybe, though, my sparkling wit and… yeah I’ll stop this joke here because you know where it’s going and really it hasn’t been too funny for, oh, the last couple centuries.

So on that not-quite-self-deprecating note, I’ll bid you adios (it would be adieu, but Simon laughs his head off every time I try to speak French, so I don’t do it anymore). Hopefully I start writing more often. I really do enjoy blogging, you know.